Chapter 487

My Villains Episode 487

66. The Silver Prince (42)

Turtle dragons are considered to be somewhat inferior compared to other dragons.

Since ancient times, the existence of a dragon is the law, the ruler of the sky with its huge wings spread. These dangerous reptiles may not consider their cousins who roam the waters hidden in their heavy carapaces as their own kind.

However, just as sea giants are giants, turtle dragons are also dragons.

Just as sea giants are much closer to the main class of giants compared to ogres, trolls, or cyclops, the turtle dragon is a hundred times more dragon-like than low-level creatures such as wyverns, drakes, or sub-ryongs.

Therefore, what it sheds is undoubtedly dragon blood.

Kurururu.

I took a deep breath and inflated my chest, and the blood that soaked my whole body disappeared without a trace. The puddle of blood at his feet, which the bicorn had been frantically licking, shrank in an instant.

“Ha ha ha ha.”

My breath is hot. This is because the hot blood seeps into the skin and the body heats up. My heart flutters at the feeling of exhilaration rising from my lower abdomen.

I feel the progress of the body.

My body has become stronger, although not as much as the immortal body that a hero in a legend obtained by soaking in the blood of a dragon. The skin, originally as tough as tanned cowhide, turned red and hardened to the point of being comparable to cast iron. Muscles were strengthened, nerves were sharpened, and bones and internal organs were strengthened.

After falling into this world, he went through endless processes of becoming stronger, but this is the first time that he is as vivid as this. If the previous experience was like a teenager growing taller little by little without realizing it, this would be like having your limbs stretched while your eyes are vividly open.

“Huh-”

I wanted to cling to the bloody hind legs of the Turtle Dragon and continue this full pleasure.

However, the turtle dragon’s blood had already exhausted its usefulness. It was enough to wet the whole body. Even if blood was sucked more than this, there would be no additional benefit.

“Oh oh oh.”

Unlike me, who judged and pulled the reins, Camos, the ‘dragon slayer’, and several soldiers were approaching the dragon’s blood flowing like a waterfall. It wasn’t just them, but the bicorns also refused to touch me and struggled to plunge their mouths into the dragon’s blood nearby.

“stop! Enough of this!”

Khong!

He grabbed the reins violently and at the same time tightened his thighs and twisted his waist. The bicorn, which turned its head half-forced, waved its horn in dissatisfaction, but gave in to a few light chestnuts.

“Gururuk koargh!”

The spearhead of the blind fish, who split the head of the imperial knight who attacked from the front with a large moon sword, pointed at the head of the tortoise dragon, which was dripping with explosive smoke, and shouted.

“Ardai! Tzat-guwih qushargh!”

At the voice of the Merfolk Vanguard, the warriors nearby turned their heads all at once. Hundreds of unblinking pairs of eyes touched the fallen tortoise dragon, and soon, noticing that their leader was in danger, they let out a sharp, roaring roar.

“Biatah tzat-guwih!”

“Tzat-guwih!”

“We must hurry, the witch is still alive!”

The answer to my incomplete question,

“How to do that—” was Atalanta, who suddenly fell from the sky and landed on a bicorn.

“Because I can feel the mental wave!”

“Psychic?”

“there! It’s over there!”

Clinging to my back, she picked up the ‘white thorn’ she had retrieved before I knew it and pointed it beyond the turtle shell.

“Damn it!”

Against the background of the detonation created by Ruilix II’s elite crossbows, a slender figure staggered and stood up. I gnashed my teeth at the glimpse of red hair and strong presence.

“Of course...

exquisitely, between the Witch of Hymn and us, warriors led by the Merfolk Vanguard swarmed.

Dealing with them isn’t that difficult. However, it was a completely different matter to kill more than 200 groupers before the witch of hymn finished preparing, and even a group of vanguards and shamans who seemed unimportant at first glance.

As he pulled the reins and grinded his teeth, he heard the prince’s voice again.

“I will lead! Please follow me!”

“Oh no, prince!”

Prince Ulkar, who passed by, took advantage of his fierce speed and pounced on his enemies. Before I knew it, I grabbed ‘Boreacum’ and ran as if I was flying while holding a shiny long sword.

“Wait a minute, what are you going to do-”

Sir Gisella, the ‘bird hawk’, and Sir Hilter, the ‘painter,’ guarded the prince’s left and right, and Princess Theodora, wrapped in auspicious light, followed them.

“Hey, Mr. Pal!”

Instead of standing still, I hit the reins while swearing. The bicorn, which slowed down according to my will, bounced forward as if it had been waiting for it. Mud soaked in filth splattered in all directions from the fierce rise.

“Gwid Koargh thucharhak!”

At the shout of a grouper, the shamans all headed this way.

I overtook Theodora and Brightmere and threw javelins one after another, and each time Angler and Crown were skewered and thrown into the ditch.

“Keep your head down, you unclean ones!”

Jjaeng!

At the tip of Princess Theodora’s sword, ‘exorcism light’ exploded like a flash grenade. While the fish-man sorcerers paused at the tremendous sound of divine power that followed, Prince Ulkar, who stood in the lead, shouted.

“Glory to the tip of the sword!”

Subsequently, five horses broke through the fish-man army.