Anime Crossover: Starting with an Infinite Dragon God as a Mount

The moment his figure stepped onto the earth, the entire world roared.

The world seemed to have transformed into a magnificent forge, with majestic flames surging forth.

This is precisely the sign that steel is manifesting.

The smelting of steel and swords has always been inseparable from the role of fire.

Siegfried, as the most typical heroic god, is also like this.

Siegfried inherited his father's sword, Gram, a broken tree sword.

Even Mime, the dwarven master blacksmith who could forge magical rings, was unable to repair it.

However, Siegfried wielded his hammer, humming a song as he reshaped the sword.

This is the hero named Siegfried, the origin of steel.

The entire mansion was instantly reduced to ashes in the flames, completely annihilated.

This was not intentionally done by the descending hero god, but rather a natural effect.

Of course, he didn't intend to stop it in the slightest.

Because as a Hero God of Steel, it's impossible for him to care about such details.

More important than these things is the Demon King on the other side, who is the disobedient god.

The aftershocks of his power were nothing more than a gentle breeze to both the disobedient gods and the god-slayers.

Just like the occasional hot breeze in summer, at most it can only make people frown.

However, for others...

Even the most powerful humans, such as paladins, would have no choice but to flee in disarray.

Not to mention the many witches who had already fallen into a coma or were even on the verge of death after being summoned by the disobedient god.

These girls, who had painstakingly completed their mission and barely survived, seemed destined to perish like insignificant insects in the prelude to the appearance of the disobedient god.

The only two Marquises here merely raised the corners of their mouths in a sinister smile, their green eyes filled with an intense yet cold light.

The disobedient god before me is prey prepared for one of my companions.

However, the Demon King is someone who has no taboos.

If it's just a spur-of-the-moment decision, it's perfectly reasonable to take action directly, right?

Moreover, even if he had said he would invite his friends to participate in the hunt...

It's the other person who's late!

In this situation, it doesn't seem to be against the rules to keep the prey all to yourself.

Marquis Voban was torn between his thoughts.

He's experiencing a happy kind of trouble now.

I don't know whether to watch the younger generation hunt as a spectator or to participate myself... 103...

He had previously harbored the idea of ​​reusing the witches who had already completed their mission.

But now, with the witches, who still have value, on the verge of death, he has completely forgotten that he should step in to save these possessions that belong to him.

However, given the old man's personality, this is normal.

Seeing the feast before them, who would remember to pick up the breadcrumbs on the ground?

Even the child of the old subordinate Kranichal, who collapsed instantly due to the final backlash of the magic ritual, could not occupy the slightest place in his ecstatic mind.

"So--"

Marquis Voban smiled happily and took a slow step forward.

To let prey lie in front of you and remain indifferent does indeed seem out of character.

He thought to himself with some regret.

There's no other way. As compensation for the friend I invited to participate in the hunt, I'll just have to play the prey myself.

If one's dearest friend could take one's head off, that would be more exhilarating than anything else.

Thinking of this, he slowly raised his hand, his body surging with magical power.

Then, an unexpected sight in a corner of his field of vision, which had been overlooked, made him abruptly stop.

P.S.: Writing about Siegfried and stuff was really frustrating. I kept inevitably thinking about the moon, but I didn't want to bring any lunar imagery into it... Okay, enough said. Anyway, a procrastinator is a procrastinator.

Chapter Twenty: I am Siegfried, and I am Fafnir!

The scorching air flowed into my nasal cavity, and my trachea felt like it was on fire.

Every part of his body was groaning in agony; the screams of agony could be clearly heard.

Death was approaching—the thought flashed through my mind.

But she also felt it was perfectly natural.

Or rather, the moment she swore to become a knight, she was already prepared to give her life.

Rushing toward the precipice—this is the view of life and death held by many Europeans.

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Rather than pursuing the so-called afterlife, they hold a stronger belief in living in the present.

Since we all have to come to an end eventually, what makes our lives more dazzling is never how long we live, but how intense and exciting our lives become.

This is also the view of life and death practiced by the girl named Liliana.

If death were truly inevitable, she would not run away, nor would she be afraid; at most, she would simply regret the things she had failed to do.

Therefore, I won't cry because I died here.

but--

The body can still move.

In a sense, this is a very terrifying thing.

Having undergone a magical ritual of this scale, and being in the position of presiding over the ceremony, one would suffer the heaviest backlash.

Logically speaking, the body is already considered a rag doll that has been thrown into a shredder.

What I saw was a dim red color, I didn't know if it was because I had lost my sight, or because I was covered in filthy blood, or perhaps it was the color of flames and lava.

Incredibly, one could feel the hilt of the sword very clearly through their fingertips.

Since there is still consciousness, it cannot be considered death.

Since we can still move, we can't afford to waste our time.

Even if there is a precipice in front of us, we should still ride our horses and gallop forward with an indomitable and fierce spirit.

Kabaka Bar.

With the sounds of bones squeezing and colliding, the girl who had been lying on the ground slowly stood up in a crooked posture.

—It gives people a sense of horror.

Anyone with a basic understanding of the human body would be speechless upon standing here.

Because her current appearance is like piecing together fragments of flesh, or like trying to hold water in a broken porcelain vase.

The girl's silver-white hair was stained with a hazy crimson hue.

The arm, with its twisted joints, held the knight's sword.

"This is-.〃-"

The Steel Hero God, who had just appeared in the world, turned his gaze away from the Demon King in the distance.

His gaze fell upon the unsteady young female knight standing before him.

Only the Demon King can attract the attention of the disobedient gods.

I was a little surprised that I had to force myself to stand up.

Moreover, it's in this state of utter exhaustion.

It was a creature so fragile that a gust of wind could knock it over, yet it refused to lie down and die obediently; instead, it stood upright, blocking his way.

It's truly foolish for a powerless being like humanity.

With this mocking thought, Siegfried, who refused to comply, raised his hand.

His resolute face held a cold expression.

He raised his hand, preparing to suppress the flames of his present world.

It's incredibly stupid, but to let such an idiot die so easily right in front of you...

It's an insult to the guy in front of me.

It's an insult to oneself.

The fact that they stood in front of me was enough to earn my praise for their courage.

To try and stop me with one foot already in Valhalla is utterly foolish.

but......

Because he was so foolish, he actually deserved his own praise.

The phrase "stepping into Valhalla" is itself a compliment.

Valhalla, though a place for the dead, is a place where only outstanding heroes and warriors can go.

Therefore, he wanted to suppress the flames he brought to prevent the guy in front of him from dying easily...

after all.

"I'll cut your head off myself."

The dragon-slaying hero, renowned throughout the world, proclaimed Siegfried.

In his hand he held a massive sword, roughly shaped and over two meters long.

Gram, the sword in the tree, reforged by Siegfried!