Chapter 639

Chapter 639

Thud, thud, thud...

The feather bombardment had ended.

Wingian flew over us and far into the distance. It would surely come back this way, attacking with different means next time.

Its slowly rotating wings extended far to the sides, and a dark, sinister energy formed on the entirety of the wings.

'That pattern is...!'

It had used the breath pattern and the dive-bombing pattern, so what remained was.

"'Wave of Wind' pattern!"

The third signature attack of Wingian.

Using its giant wings, it would continuously launch sweeping waves of wind across the ground, the 'Wave of Wind' pattern.

It was obvious, but this was indeed a floor attack pattern. And!

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We had focused solely on evasion for the breath and feather bombardment, but this pattern was one we could counterattack.

Thus, my heroes had been trained to pour in their attacks when facing this pattern.

"Everyone, prepare to counterattack-!"

As I waved the flag to signal the offense, the eyes of the waiting heroes changed in unison.

"Proceed as planned, as we've trained before! Don't make any mistakes!"

"Yes-!"

From the forefront of the heroes who responded in unison, Dusk Bringar prepared to lead the attack once again.

Sssssshhh...

The [Lord of the High Tower] that had been deployed in the air was retracted.

Dark red chains swirled around her body, converging into her outstretched right hand.

The chains, connected by magic power, molded into a new form in her grasp.

From the handle to the massive guard, and from the guard, a huge blade rose...

In the next moment, a burning black and red chained greatsword appeared in her right hand.

"..."

I broke out in a cold sweat.

No, wasn't that supposed to be armor...? I mean, I had included barrier functions in it, but how did it transform into a greatsword...?

Still dressed in a red sleeveless dress, with her slender arms visibly light, Dusk Bringar spun the greatsword around with ease and grinned.

"This form is the 'Armored Blade'... A versatile armor indeed."

I laughed helplessly.

In some ways, it really was like an armor forged by the King of Flies. The chains that made up the armor moved individually, performing the shapes and functions the wearer desired.

'It must be because it's Dusk Bringar that she handles it so adeptly...'

The greater one's magic power, the freer their control becomes. Since it's Dusk Bringar, with her dragonblood ownership and ability to materialize magic power, that she can manipulate it like that.

Anyhow, Dusk Bringar's armor performance was impressive, but there wasn't much time to be distracted by it.

Wingian had completed its turn and was flying straight towards us.

"Let's finish this in one go... Everyone, let's go!"

"Good, I will lead! Everyone, follow closely!"

Charge!

Dusk Bringar ran at the front, followed quickly by the vanguard heroes who rushed forward.

Flap!

Lowering its altitude, Wingian came closer to us and paused at one point in the air, then repeatedly flapped its wings mightily.

Each time, a blackened current mixed with the wind waves roared from the tips of its wings. The sinister, enemy-laden wind waves continuously swept across the ground toward us.

Charge! Charge-!

And my heroes skillfully kicked off the ground, dodging the attack with perfect timing, and approached Wingian.

'We've gotten so practiced at dealing with this floor attack pattern that it's getting old!'

Meanwhile, our heroes, who were facing these wind waves without taking any damage, were rushing towards it, causing Wingian considerable consternation.

While using this wind wave technique, Wingian couldn't move.

The delicacy required to control the air currents and fire them off meant that it was using all available air currents for attack, immobilizing itself in the process.

In gaming terms, it was caught in a 'channeling' state during the skill's use.

In other words, for a brief time, it was definitely stationary-

"Hit it hard-!"

If our heroes could just reach it in that time, they could grab Wingian by the scruff of its neck and pull it down to the ground!

Soon, the vanguard of my heroes had reached the ground right beneath Wingian.

"Gasp!"

'Its defenses are lowered!'

Sccccrreeeeech!

Wingian soared to an immense height and stopped in midair. It seemed he was planning to incinerate us with an aerial breath attack now that the cooldown had ended.

I turned to my side and spoke.

"Well done, Violet."

There, Violet was breathing heavily, her mind fully focused.

Violet, drenched in sweat, turned to me, and I smiled broadly.

"...You can deactivate the illusion now."

"Finally...!"

Relieved, Violet let out a long breath and deactivated the illusion she had maintained since the start of the battle.

Ssssh...!

In the next moment,

"...?!"

Wingian, preparing to unleash his breath in midair, instantly realized something.

"What, what are you...?!"

That someone had stealthily climbed onto his back.

"..."

Riding on the dragon's back was an elf, her long green hair whipping about in the fierce wind.

Verdandi.

A scion of the elf royal family, a chosen of the elf god, our side's strongest assassin, and

Shing!

Holder of the strongest dragon slayer weapon currently possessed by the World Guardian Front, [Isagum], made from the Tustivian's Fangs.

'From the start, this whole operation was designed for Verdandi.'

I grinned.

The vanguard heroes charging noisily, hammering Wingian's head to draw his attention, and pushing him into a berserk state...

All to give Verdandi, who had been hidden under Violet's [Illusionary Realm] from the start of the battle, a chance to climb onto this dragon.

And Verdandi succeeded.

While the vanguard heroes distracted him, she approached from behind, riding the stream of water from King Poseidon, throwing her blink dagger, and stealthily climbed onto his body.

***

"It's high."

Gazing distantly at the surface far below, Verdandi murmured emotionlessly.

From her downcast cold eyes, a vivid golden color flowed.

"It will be satisfying to bring it down."

At the same time, the dagger [Isagum] touched down on Wingian's left wing joint.

[Isagum] was a dagger forged from the magic core and symbol of Tustivian, a dragon specialized in breathmagic radiation.

Naturally, the dagger inherited the same properties.

Groooooo...!

From the tip of the dagger, a vivid green magic current swirled and gathered.

As if magic was being drawn into the mouth of a dragon preparing to breathe.

"Wha...?!"

Wingian had no time to utter anything else.

Verdandi was not a sloppy assassin who allowed her prey to utter last words.

Clang!

From the tip of the dagger, pure green magic shot out like a dragon's breath, and Verdandi, holding the dagger spewing green flames with both hands, forcefully slashed down.

Flash!

In the dark sky of the Lake Kingdom, a vivid green slash was etched.

Following its trajectory

Whoosh!

Wingian's massive left wing was cleanly sliced off from the wing joint.

"Craaaaaaaah?!"

As the severed wing spilled copious amounts of blood and feathers, the vile dragon screamed in agony.

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