Chapter 633

Chapter 633

What punishment shall we impose on the Guardian of Humanity?

Wingian, known as Wing, raised this issue. Ipian, known as Eye, curled his lips evilly.

"Heh heh heh, the audacity of that mere human to harm my sister. He's incredibly insolent. Fine. I'll make sure to tear his insignificant limbs apart..."

It was then. Scalian, known as Scale, covered his face with both hands and screamed.

"Wait! Stop, brother! That's a death flag!"

"...?"

"...?"

Eye hesitated with a puzzled look, and Wing blinked in confusion.

"Death... flag?"

"What are you talking about, Scale?"

Scale, pulling at his hair, explained.

"If you use terms like 'mere', 'insignificant', 'insolent' towards humans, you're guaranteed to be killed by them! You won't survive!"

"...?"

"Since you used all those terms together, oh no! This is dangerous, really dangerous..."

Shivering, Scale adjusted his large glasses, and in a timid voice, he muttered to the two dragons.

"Honestly, I think even holding this meeting is dangerous..."

"What are you even talking about, Scale...?"

"An assembly of executives from an evil organization planning to defeat humans? And in such dark surroundings? This is totally a flag, you know? It's as if we're performing a ritual asking to be killed...!"

Listening to Scale ramble incomprehensibly, Eye and Wing finally noticed the title of the thick book in Scale's embrace.

<The Legendary Chronicles of the Lake Kingdom>

Ah, that's right...

Scalian, this guy is...

Both thought at the same time.

A severe addict of human culture.

After being revived in the darkness of the Lake Kingdom.

The Pure Scale Scalian had made his lair in Zone 9's 'Royal Library.' Finding himself idle, he began reading the books there...

And became completely addicted.

Not satisfied with reading all the library's books, he delved deep into the history and culture of the Lake Kingdom.

Enamored with human culture, loving it too much...

...If Ash were here, he would have called him a 'human otaku.'

That was the Black Dragon's Pure Scale, Scalian.

"Of course, I also hate humans! It's natural for the world to burn and be destroyed!"

Noticing the cold looks from his brothers, Scale frantically waved his hands.

"We should exterminate humans, but their culture... it's really awesome! You should read this, brothers! It's really interesting!"

"Even if I read these vile books written by those lowly humans..."

"Whoaah! You can't use 'lowly' or 'vile' like that, Wing! It's a death sentence!"

"Heh heh heh, Scale. Who could possibly kill us?"

"Forbidden! Even saying that is forbidden! It's a total flag! Don't use it anymore, Eye! Got it?!"

Despite Scale's earnest dissuasion, the brothers paid him no heed.

Leaving Scale to mutter weird noises, Eye and Wing quietly conversed.

"Why doesnt father just destroy humanity now? Why promise them a reprieve and leave them be?"

"It seems to be the 'rule.' Even father cannot easily defy it."

"I don't understand. Hasn't he already seized the throne here? Theres no need to obey anyone else."

"Well, who are we to presume to know fathers intentions? There might be things only visible from the throne."

While Wing didn't question father's actions much, Eye still shook his head, unable to comprehend.

"Giving them time to become stronger... favoring them under the guise of rules. I don't see how father is any different from that Demon Lord."

"It's different."

Wing said with a smile.

"When fathers time comes, he will not hesitate to shatter humanity into pieces. That is our purpose. Our great endeavor."

"...Right."

Eye slowly nodded.

Their fathers current actions might be incomprehensible, but that much was certain.

Hatred.

The Eye of the Black Dragon, the three-headed dragon Ipian, as soon as he returned to his original form, the three heads began to snap at each other and swiftly flew away.

The Wing of the Black Dragon, the Yinglong Wingian, led his monstrous legion and glided back slowly.

"..."

And the Pure Scale of the Black Dragon, the Eastern Dragon Scalian, floating slowly in the air, watched his two brothers disappear and then turned his body leisurely.

"Interesting, Guardian of Humanity,"

Scalian glanced down at the book he was holding, [The Legendary Chronicles of the Lake Kingdom].

"I'm truly curious about how you'll defeat the other dragons."

It might have been luck that he managed to harm Blood Droplet Kilitian.

But Claws Parekian and Fangs Tustivian were clearly defeated by skill.

Scalian felt a profound pleasure and curiosity in the fighting style of the Guardian of Humanity.

Ipian, Wingian, and even himself.

He was eager to see how they would be strategized against.

Chuckling, a dark malevolent energy swirled around Scalian's black form like a cloud.

Riding that cloud of dark energy, Scalian slid back to his lair, eagerly anticipating the next Dragon Raid orchestrated by the Guardian of Humanity, Ash.

***

Several days had passed since the Tustivian Raid.

The production guild was busy crafting new Dragon Slayer weapons.

I had prioritized ordering armor made from the Black Dragon's scales and leather, as powerful armor was crucial to protect our allied heroes from dragon attacks.

However, crafting armor from such materials was challenging without prior experience.

Fortunately, I had obtained some excellent references to base the new armor on.

The reward from the Zone 9 dungeons military warehouse. Lucas's final armor, the Black Scale Armor.

'Finally completed Lucas's endgame gear!'

Lucas had finished farming for his core equipment. Now, only a few accessory pieces remained to be sorted out.

Despite the powerful armor made from the Black Dragon's own scales, Lucas had yet to try it on.

As the armor was being used as a reference to produce other pieces...

"I am fine, my lord... It is for everyone on the frontline, so a little delay in trying on the armor hardly upsets me..."

Even as he said this, Lucas gnawed on his lip. It was bleeding.

Naturally, because the Black Scale Armor had to be thoroughly examined for the production, it was now disassembled and hanging on the wall of the forge.

Lucas felt as if his own body had been taken apart. Just a little longer...

Clang! Clang!

During the same period, Kellibey supervised the entire forge, immersing himself in crafting other equipment.

Notably, gear from the energy core of the King of Flies.

Armor sets forged from the magical core of King of Flies Beelzebub.

"Are you alright, Kellibey?"

"Of course, I'm fine. No, it's the opposite. I'm pleased."

Every time I visited the forge and asked worriedly, Kellibey, drenched in sweat, chuckled.

"I'm crafting from the core of the creature that killed my child. For me, this process is a form of appeasement."

Suddenly, I remembered an event from Stage 5.

The Vampire King Celendion was also an enemy of Kellibey. Celendion had killed his brother.

And Celendion's magical core was reborn as the [Lord of Crimson], now in Juniors hands.

Perhaps the equipment from Paris King Baalzebubs core held a similar significance for him.

After days of dedicated work.

"Not quite a Nightmare Legion commander, but this is practically a Nightmare Slayer. The power it holds, the darkness within..."

Finally completing the equipment.

Kellibey looked over the finished product on the workbench with complex emotions and beckoned.

"Here, it's done. Take a look."

I slowly approached to inspect the armor.

The dark-colored armor consisted of three pieces.

A chestplate, leg armor, and...

A helmet adorned with a halo-like crown.

--TL Notes--

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