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However, in his last moments before losing consciousness, he fired a shot and heard the girl's calls and challenge.

I want a response!

But even unleashing that last bit of power left him exhausted, not to mention his body was riddled with holes.

At the very least, we must finish this battle.

With that last sliver of hope in response to the girl's expectations, in the end—even though his consciousness had completely faded, his body still moved instinctively.

Then came the fighting!

In the end, Apollo's blessing and the blessing of the Roman land shone wildly.

It continued to live by the brilliance of miracles and battles, while the blessings of the Roman land constantly increased its strength.

And this blessing deepens even more during battles, especially against the girl who is the land dragon of Carthage.

In the end, Night, who was originally unable to defeat even Helena in her normal state, was forced into a half-dragon form and went into overdrive. Even maintaining her red flame form for a long time, Night could not be defeated.

It's unkillable, and it keeps stacking buffs to get stronger, finally—

After yet another battle, Helena felt like she was about to faint from anemia.

Her teeth were clenched so tightly they were about to bleed—

How could we possibly lose in a head-on confrontation to someone so much weaker than ourselves?

She didn't care if every piece of flesh burned away, or if all the blood evaporated completely; she wanted victory! Victory! Victory! Victory!

I must defeat the man in front of me!

Conquer this incredible man!

How could such a joyful battle end in such an absurd way?

"Let me see where your limits are. Big brother—! I swear by the name Helena, I will kill you!" His unwavering gaze, filled with murderous intent, was fixed on Ye.

She didn't want to disappoint Ye. It was precisely because of the other party's deep fighting spirit that Helena, who was gradually becoming afraid because of that strange, unyielding, immortal figure, had her passion overcome her fear.

We will absolutely not back down!

Even if I am devoured alive and torn to pieces by you, I will absolutely respond to this fighting spirit.

……

Roar~! !

It's early morning.

At this moment, countless Romans had awakened on the site of the old city of Carthage's new city, and the sun had risen.

Just as the workers got up to prepare to continue the new construction.

Suddenly they heard a dragon's roar.

The next moment, from the abyss below the collapsed plaza, a deep red dragon suddenly shot straight into the sky.

On its back, there was a strong figure covered in blood scabs, its limbs tightly locked to the dragon's back.

Bang~! !

The atmosphere trembled, and the red dragon, carrying the night, soared straight into the sky.

This scene was witnessed by countless Romans, who were instantly stunned. Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and they trembled with fear, staring at the sky as if they thought they were hallucinating.

"Th-what is that?!"

"Dragon—!!!! Drogon!! It's an evil dragon!"

"Has the age of mythology arrived?! Impossible—! Do dragons really exist?"

At this moment, not only ordinary Roman citizens and workers, but also Scipio Africanus, who had already woken up and looked up amidst the noise, also witnessed the figure of the great red dragon that resembled the queen of the sky.

Scipio's pupils contracted—!

I feel like my values ​​have been severely damaged.

A red dragon—Dragon?!

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Ah~ so that's what it sounds like.

When consciousness was in a state of chaos, only occasionally regaining a sliver of clarity, Ye heard a heartbeat that was clearer than when she first arrived at the center of the square.

The so-called heart of the earth is actually the heart of the dragon.

At this point, all the doubts were resolved.

Why did the wolf statue, meant to be a mythical beast, collapse? Why did the earth tremble like a pulse?

As a dragon born from the will of the land of Carthage, how could it tolerate a wolf riding on its head?

Similarly—

A proud dragon will not allow any other species to ride on its back, even if that person is one of its own kind.

Roar~!!!

A red dragon soared through the sky, unleashing a terrifying hurricane. Helena, now completely transformed into a dragon, tried to shake the night off her.

However, the opponent's limbs were like sharp claws, tightly gripping his body.

She could sense that the man behind her was extremely weak, his breath was no different from that of a dead man, and he had even completely lost consciousness.

But his body was still fighting! The flame of life, like a candle flickering in the wind, was now just a faint flame that swayed but never went out. Blue flames flickered in his eyes, revealing the cold gaze of a predator.

'Incomprehensible—'

Just like the earth and the sky, the world that was once created by the gods has been reunited. At this time, the Queen of the Sky is bound and can no longer fly freely.

Although Night did not transform into a dragon like Helena, in Helena's eyes at this moment, Night was no different from a dragon!

So strong!

A will so strong it's terrifying, so strong it's awe-inspiring!

In the battle between dragons, what is the most important factor that tips the scales of victory?

If someone had asked Helena this question in the past, she would have smiled and said without hesitation—"Power!"

However, Helena is not so determined now.

After transforming into a dragon, she not only surpassed her opponent in strength, but also in her weakest aspect, speed.

However, she still couldn't shake off the figure that was tightly bound to her back and flesh.

Compared to the red dragon, the knight behind it was incredibly small.

So small that people on the ground can't even see its existence.

The citizens of Rome could only see a crimson figure shining like a radiant path across the sky.

Helena soared higher and higher, heading towards the depths of the atmosphere. High above the ground, the night began to feel increasingly oxygen-deprived.

However, at this moment, the adverse effects of such factors on the human body became negligible when applied to Blue Flame Night, who was already fully engulfed in flames.

Each breath is the turning of the myriad phenomena of the universe, revealing the moving beauty of the world in every breath.

A vast amount of ether, swirling like sparks, replaced oxygen, providing the energy for Night's parched body to continue fighting.

Like a furnace—the burning night made the red dragon feel its back become incredibly hot.

This is……

Helena was shocked and stunned. Suddenly, the night on her back moved, bang!

Night suddenly pulled his fist out of the red dragon's flesh, and then his five claws, like dragon claws, brutally pierced into its flesh again.

Boom! A white shockwave flashed across the sky!

The red dragon's body shook violently, emitting a mournful cry.

Undeterred, the figure suddenly clamped its legs around the red dragon's back, then abruptly freed its hands to launch a frenzied attack.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Large amounts of blood poured down from the azure sky, and the scalding dragon blood rained down on the earth, piercing countless holes in the ancient Carthaginian ruins below.

Countless Roman citizens screamed and began to flee!

Despite the excruciating pain, the red dragon continued flying towards the horizon! She had a crazy plan: to take Night with her and plummet directly from the stratosphere, transforming into a meteorite that would devastate the earth.

With such impact, even halfway down a plane, the body would ignite due to friction with the atmosphere. At that moment, no matter how strong a man's will was, his tattered body would be torn to pieces in an instant.

Although that outcome might not be pleasant for Helena, who was already seriously injured, and could even lead to her death.

but--

I don't want to lose, I don't want to lose, I absolutely don't want to lose!

For the first time in my life, a strong sense of resentment arose within me.

Ah, so this is what resentment feels like.

I want to keep winning! I want to keep winning, in a thrilling battle with this man.

At this moment, destiny had long been forgotten, the struggle between the Carthaginian and Roman dragons had been forgotten, and the necessity of avenging the hero Aeneas had been forgotten—

What utter bullshit about destiny?!

She has waited here for so many years, not to kill anyone, nor to live for anyone, not even the gods who have imprisoned her here—

The gods who trapped them in the lonely, dark world of the dead until the arrival of the hero Aeneas, from whom they could leave.

The gods who wanted her to avenge her so-called cheap mother—

If you want revenge—

The enemy she was willing to burn herself out to destroy and kill was none other than the gods!

What made her decide to fight the night was never some divine decree or divine command, but rather her own heart.

The joy of meeting someone of the same kind that I sensed the moment I saw the night.

Wanting to fight it—wanting to slaughter it—reason—? Does a battle between dragons need a reason?

When a powerful thing encounters another powerful thing, it is filled with a sense of excitement, fighting for it, going crazy for it, and cheering for it—every cell in its body is filled with joy.