Chapter 417 Trump Card



[RALPHIE!!!!!!!!!!!! BOTTOM RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

In that same instant, a streak of blue light shot across the battlefield, so fast that besides the grandmaster-level existences focused on Dominik, everyone else was too startled by Evan's sudden scream to notice it.

As for the Eighth Finger himself, the moment he heard the words 'bottom right', his heart skipped a beat.

He turned around while trying to activate another spell, with Zacular even bursting out of his hiding spot and activating multiple magic spells towards the streak of light but it was too fast and too unexpected for them to hit.

They saw as the streak of light crashed right on the ground right in front of the bottom right magic circle, its true identity being revealed to be a blonde-haired man with blue coloured eyes.

Surrounding the normal-looking sword in his hands, was a mass of light blue aura that instantly attracted all grandmasters present to be on guard just from feeling the sheer density of it.

Zacular instantly recognized that aura; the hair colour was different but he was sure that this was the exact same man who used that strange ice on him.

"Aura Storm."

"N-!!!"

**KAABOOOOMMM!!!!!!

A loud explosion rang out, with a cloud of dust, dirt and a strange blue-coloured smoke rising up into the air instantly.

Four of the five magic circles were destroyed by the waves of shock and aura that spread out the moment Ralphie's attack hit.

As for the Fifth…

'It's still standing?! And it's activating!!'

Ralphie instantly jumped backwards with all his might, taking as much distance as he could before a second explosion rang out, increasing the amount of smoke that rose up into the skies.

However, Ralphie's focus was not on the smoke at all, but on the large shadow that could be seen behind it.

All the adventurers, soldiers and knights on the battlefield also saw the same shadow, and their reactions, were exactly as Evan had expected.

A strange silence overwhelmed the battlefield, even the undead stopped fighting as they were all suppressed by the pressure of a much superior undead existence.

**CLANG!

It was unknown whose weapon it was, but one random man first dropped his weapon on the floor, before bursting out into laughter.

"Hahahaha…Godddamit"

As if taking that as a cue, random voices of various people all across the battlefield started ringing out one by one.

"This…never thought I'd ever see one in my life."

"I knew I should not have accepted that quest."

"…maybe I should have thought twice before enrolling in the army."

"to think there'd come a day when I'd regret making an oath to be a knight."

"This is wayyyyy out of our league."

Some dropped to their knees in resignation when they felt the pressure being emitted by the existence whose silhouette they could see within the clouds of dust.

A silent wind blew westward, clearing up the cloud of dust and revealing the appearance of this undead.

First off, its body was mastadonic in size, spanning a bit over five hundred metres long lengthwise.

Its upper body was covered in black, irregularly shaped partially broken scales covered by multiple grey markings that were the same as those that appeared on the magic circle that summoned it.

A singular pair of rotten, partially torn bat-like wings stretched out of its back, and it had a fairly long barbed tail that ended in a stinger-esque shape.

As for the lower body, specifically its chin, chest, stomach, inner tail, thighs, and arms, they had a black miasma-like colour, looked heavily decomposed and released a putrid smell.

Its mouth was full of razor-sharp teeth, ones as sharp as the claws on its forelimbs and attached to its chin was a small protrusion resembling an arrowhead.

Atop its snout was a singular grey-coloured horn, one that covered the space in between its sunken eye sockets that held not the sight organs that were supposed to be there.

Instead, two bright red inferno sights burned brightly within the eyes of this creature as it scanned the entire battlefield silently.

It was something that almost anyone in Aidos could easily identify without even seeing its full appearance.

Ralphie, and Duke Cheverton who saw its appearance and realised the true creature's strength, instantly realised the reason why Evan had been so wary about it.

The reactions of the soldiers and adventurers who saw this creature were also normal.

After all, the Eighth Finger's trump card;

Was a freakin' Undead Dragon.

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The Undead Dragon silently scanned the battlefield, ignoring the tens of thousands of 'worms' on the floor, looking for one singular being.

The moment it locked eyes with the blue-eyed man who injured it, its inferno sights flashed and it finally let out the roar everyone had unconsciously been expecting.

[GRROOOOOOOOOAAAARRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Its magic-infused roar resounded across the battlefield, the sound waves spreading out alongside the magical waves of one of the Dragon Race's innate menace radiating and terror-inducing abilities.

Dragon Fear.

Luckily, it was far weaker than the dragon fear of a dragon that was still alive, but even so, it was still capable of rendering thousands of soldiers completely unable to fight any further, along with the undead whose very souls had been terrorized by this ability.

Only superior stage Master Level, and grand master level existences were able to stand their ground after hearing this fear-inducing roar.

The dragon then clawed its way out of the giant portal generated by the summoning circle, locking on to Ralphie who flared his aura in response, an act that enraged the Undead Dragon as it felt that Ralphie had confidence in defeating it, despite the fact that it was clearly stronger.

Its body was wrapped in a thick coat of death energy, and it opened its mouth to roar once more, only to be distracted by the loud voice of a certain hero.

[IT WORKED!!]

Evan's sudden exclamation had the Dragon momentarily confused, with it turning towards the tiny human boy who was still standing fearlessly after its roar.

Seeing that the Dragon's attention had turned to him, Evan inwardly cursed the him of a few seconds ago who forgot to turn off the megaphone in his hands.

[Ah!...shit.]

Current Evan definitely had no chance of defeating this undead creature, so he did what anyone in his position and his circumstances would most definitely do.

[SIR LUKE!!!]

He called for help from a stronger force.

However, that proved to be unnecessary, as his help was already in position.

"No need to shout, kid.

I'm already here."

The causal voice that rang out had the Undead Dragon gobsmacked for the second time today as it did not notice when the man standing right beside its left forelimb got there.

Dominik and Zacular were even more shocked as they also did not sense his presence, and this is taking into notice that they were capable of sensing the very life forces of living beings.

"Laser Sword."

A pillar of bright red light shot straight into the sky, slamming into the undead Dragon's lower chin and giving it a nice 'smack' that caused its head to bend backwards.

Without even a second's gap, Luke switched his sword grip and swung down the giant plasma blade that reminded Evan of a lightsaber and succeeded in nearly tearing a part of the undead dragon's wing off.

He then swung the sword once more and delivered a swift horizontal slash, knocking into the side of the Dragon's body and actually causing it to lightly fly into the air, before crashing back down on the ground with its side.

Silence pervaded the battlefield as the series of occurrences of the past few moments were just too dumbfounding.

Despite this, one of the beings responsible for the dumbfounding action of knocking down a dragon with just a few sword swings, casually sheathed his sword and turned to the two necromancers staring at him in shock before speaking.

"Oh my…To think you actually have to gall to turn your back and look at me? Especially when your opponent is Charles of all people?

You're quite arrogant, if I do say so."

Sir Luke's words instantly snapped the two necromancers back to reality, with their danger senses ringing alarm bells at them to inform them of the incoming danger from behind.

But it was a bit too late.

"Zero Sword: Fourth Form."

*SHRING!

The sound of metal blades being rubbed against each other rang out as a thin slash of blue light projected from the Duke of the North's blade tore through the air and nearly severed the arm of the Eighth Finger completely.

"GAAAHHH!!!"

Dominik Screamed out as he held his half-severed arm that was gushing blood, jumping back to take as much distance as he could from Duke Charles.

"Hmm? I missed?"

Zacular coated his fist with darkness-attributed magic power and kicked off the ground, beelining straight towards Duke Charles who was not in the position to unleash another 'Zero Sword', before throwing out a rage-filled punch.

In response, Duke Charles only let his sword fall to the ground before coating his own fist in his lightning magic and activating his brilliant lightning rush, throwing out a punch that collided with Zacular's incoming fist.

**BOOOOM!!!

The Mid rank demon was knocked back dozens of metres by the shockwaves emitted from the collision, while Duke Charles only had his feet pushed back by less than fifty cm.

Looking towards Sir Luke who was staring at him in silence, he spoke.

"Sir Luke…"

"I know, I'd handle the rotten lizard."

His words were heard by the undead dragon that had gotten up and was about to release another fear-inducing roar, pissing the creature off as it swiped with its large death energy-covered claws to grab Sir Luke's body.

"Nuh, uh."

Sir Luke let out those two sounds as he kicked off the ground and jumped into the air to dodge the claw swipe that gouged out part of the earth, before coating his fist in bright red magic power and delivering a clean uppercut to the undead dragon right before its roar came out.

**BBOOMM!!!

His fist thundered down on it with enough force to shatter the dragon's jaw bones and force it to spit out pieces of rotten flesh and shattered bones.

As gravity pulled him back to the ground, he pulled out his weapon and reactivated his 'Laser Sword', generating a pillar of light that shot out horizontally, slamming into the chest of the dragon and piercing through it slightly,

However, the main aim of this was NOT to deal damage to the dragon so he did not care too much, instead, he used the energy that should have gone into attack power, to generate a knockback effect that pushed the dragon back by a few dozen metres.

As the pillar of light that was the laser sword grew longer, so did the distance the Dragon was pushed back until it had grown to a whooping length of over 500 metres, almost exactly the length of the Dragon's body.

He then swung this sword and used it to whack the side of the Dragon's head, causing the energy that was beginning to build up in its mouth to disperse.

Deactivating the Laser Sword, he pulled his left hand back and gathered magic power in his palm before activating a skill.

"Pyro Hazard."

He swung his hand forward, launching a stream of flames across the ground and drawing using it to draw a line of scorched earth in front of him.

Cracks then spread across the scorched earthen line, before the ground burst open and a wave of bright red flames surged forward and swept towards the undead Dragon that was about to charge towards Luke.

"Hmm…that worked out better than I expected."