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Chapter 96 The Dragon That Melts Mountains (Part 2) (88)

The brilliance of Mirad's Holy Sword arrived first.

A dazzling golden light glided lightly across the mountain ridge, snapping trees and bushes in its path, but Mirad paid no heed to these trivial matters. At this moment, his eyes were fixed only on the enormous, wounded dragon.

Then came the overwhelming rain of magic arrows summoned by Orpheus.

Each magic arrow shimmered with the abundance of colorless magic. If Logan were still here, he would be surprised to find that the sky was even distorted as a result, because the airtight, transparent magic arrows refracted the light, making the entire sky look like a reflection of the moon in water.

Mirad and Orpheus attacked simultaneously, and from the beginning it was not a tentative attack but a full-scale battle.

The arrogant dragon will pay the price for its arrogance. Facing two opponents of equal strength, it failed to prepare to fight back in time and instead slumbered in complacency. This was its biggest mistake!

But... is it really not prepared to fight back?

The moment the arc of light from the holy sword touched the dragon's body, it was deflected into the sky by the sudden illumination of its scales, which were covered in fine incantations, evaporating most of the rain of demonic arrows that should have fallen along the way!
Orpheus remained unfazed, raising his hand to gather the remaining magic arrows and unleashing them at an incredible speed, far surpassing a sudden downpour. Although the invisible and colorless rain of magic was somewhat weakened by Mirad's attack, it still managed to block all possible escape routes for the dragon.

The dragon's mountain-like body trembled slightly from her attack. As the dust from the magical explosion dissipated, its shimmering scales remained bright and new, showing no signs of injury except for a few specks of dust.

The dragon slowly rose up, raised its head and roared, stretching out its wings that had been folded behind its back. Its eyes, as bright as the sun, opened wide. The dragon was not afraid of the ants' intrusion, but that did not mean it would be indifferent to the ants' attacks!
It looked down at the two...ant-like humans on the distant hill, and breathed out a dragon's breath with a color like flowing lava. Its target was not Mirad and Orpheus, but the scales on its own body.

Its dusty scales were instantly renewed. Compared to dealing with the two people in front of it, it actually cared more about the cleanliness and shine of its scales!
…Mirard actually saw mockery and ridicule in that reptilian head.

This is a deliberate provocation.

"The scales are engraved with extremely advanced magical reflection spells... their efficiency in absorbing and reflecting magic far surpasses that of ordinary dragon scales,"

While exchanging information with Orpheus in a low voice, Mirad's knuckles, gripping the sword hilt, turned slightly white. "...Enlarge the wound, pierce the dragon's heart."

"nonsense."

Orpheus's voice was flat and even, without any inflection, showing neither annoyance nor approval of Milad's analysis.

...She still seemed resentful that her attack had been largely extinguished by the light arc fired by Mirad. Her already icy face quickly frosted over. "Don't get in my way."

"When fighting side-by-side, it's always necessary to discuss strategies and collaborative plans..."

Feeling a terrifying heat that almost melted their bones, Mirad and Orpheus dodged and retreated simultaneously, leaping more than a hundred meters away in an instant.

Even with such speed of dodging, the swirling dragon flames still clung to their outlines like living things. The defensive magic flickered violently and shattered inch by inch. Mirad's robes were also quickly charred and curled in the heat, turning into ashes.

Mirad steadied himself, and when he looked again, the spot where he had stood was now scorched earth by the dragon's flames, the ground cracked with countless bottomless ravines. Dark red embers still lingered above the scorched earth, devouring everything that remained.

But nothing could devour the charred ruins anymore; nothing but ashes remained, turning it into utter nothingness.

...With the distance between them and Orpheus widening, the plan to discuss battle strategies had to be temporarily put on hold.

He and Orpheus had never fought side by side before, and judging from Orpheus's reckless use of wide-area destructive magic from the very beginning, it was clear that the girl probably had no experience working with others before.

Come to think of it.

She has only been away from the inner palace for a few months, so there simply wasn't enough time for her to accumulate experience.

In her view, winning by sheer numbers in a one-on-one fight is enough to secure victory, so there's no need to consider the feelings of allies.

However, the dragon before them was not an enemy that could be easily defeated.

The scorched earth created by the dragon's breath stretched to the horizon, but judging by its scale and duration... it was merely a routine attack. Orpheus had vanished... Had he gone to find a better opportunity to strike?

Based on her spellcasting habits just now, she was probably accumulating magic power to aim at the wound and unleash another large-scale destructive spell.

...Fine, I'll just go along with her attack.

In the blink of an eye, Mirad sped toward the dragon's location, and in an instant, the distance between him and the towering, carbon-colored dragon body, which was only a few hundred meters, was reduced to within inches.

Before he could even swing his sword, Mirad felt a gust of evil wind pressing down on him, as if the air was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand and then violently pushed downwards.

He tried to stop and retreat, but the pressure had already clung to him like a bone-deep infection, dragging his limbs like a quagmire.

The next instant, the scorching air currents merged with the shadow of the dragon claw.

The ground beneath Mirad's feet groaned under the weight of the pressure, the rubble and dust first rising slightly before collapsing downwards in a frenzy.

The soil cracked, forming a shocking crater. He was stuck at the bottom, dust settling on his shoulders, each breath carrying the scorching, earthy smell.

Before the dragon claw even arrived, the sheer pressure it carried as it swung was enough to crush him and the surrounding earth into the ground.

...Indeed, they are a formidable foe that we haven't faced in a long time.

Faced with this force, even I started to feel...emotional fluctuations.

He had never forgotten the calamity that the dragon's existence brought. If it were allowed to leave, its breath alone could destroy thousands of acres of fertile land and fortified cities, and a casual slap could kill countless people of a kingdom. Mirad did not want to think about it, but standing before the dragon, which was almost the embodiment of natural disaster, the hero's chest still couldn't help but feel a surge of joy for the upcoming battle.

As a hero who protects the country and sacrifices himself... this is an emotion that should not exist, a thought that should not be present.

A warrior's instinct to fight should be restrained by the name of heroism.

But... it was only when facing this dragon prince, who was a top-tier monster, that Mirad felt the heat surging through his body for the first time in a long time, and even his bones felt slightly itchy from the direct blow he had just received.

This feeling is something I haven't felt in a long time since I became a hero.

The next moment, the shadow completely enveloped him. The enormous dragon claw that tore through the air was already above his head, enough to shatter mountains.

Mirad, however, remained calm and unhurried.

The holy sword in his hand hummed, its brilliance undimmed by the calamity, but instead shining even brighter.

It seemed to be an honest response to his vehement denials, yet still stirring emotions.

The nameless holy sword is a treasure bestowed upon Cretia by the chief god. At first glance, the rough blade makes it seem like a decorative ceremonial sword, but no one would imagine how many infamous monsters this seemingly crude sword has slain and how much filthy demon blood it has drunk.

In Mirad's hands, it was enough to be called the invincible sword.

The blade of this sword is the rocky peak of the dark mountain, and also the flame of the wielder's heart that burns ever brighter with each battle!

The magic transformed into a stream of light that surged from the hilt of the sword to its blade!
"—The Nameless and Undefeated Sword, a divinely bestowed sacred artifact!"

A clear, sharp shout broke through the wind pressure.

(End of this chapter)