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

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Lightning flashed, and her long, silvery-white hair flew wildly uncontrollably.

The Bible, Isaiah 22:13, also says: "The men were glad and glad; they slaughtered sheep and oxen, and ate meat and drank wine, saying, 'Let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we will die.'"

Yes.

At this moment, it is a dance in the face of death.

"Acute segment imaging—"

The girl suddenly opened her eyes, and her pupils silently turned into a clear gold.

"Lightning Speed ​​Sword Dance: War Maiden Transformation!"

The ground shattered under her sudden stomp.

Lightning was swirling around.

Her form transformed into light.

Go forward without hesitation, without looking back...

All I seek is victory.

"very good……"

The hero on the other side, who had already transformed into a dragon, let out a hoarse voice.

It can be felt that the threat level of the previously insignificant, insignificant challenger is rising rapidly from 17 to an unimaginable level.

However, a joyful laugh suddenly burst forth from his, or rather, from its voice.

Without the Demon King, the glory of the hero cannot be proven.

If there were no heroes, how could the Demon King's majesty and terror be proven?

As for victory or defeat, life or death, those were not even within his consideration.

"Come on, trample on me, I'll crush you right now!"

The dragon roared.

His once resolute and courageous face had been transformed into cheeks covered in scales, and the dragon's cheeks bulged out.

The dark flames flickered.

Then, suddenly, jet-black flames burst forth from its mouth.

That was the flame of an evil dragon capable of burning everything to ashes.

That was the fire that brought about dusk.

It all started when Siegfried hummed a ballad as he reforged the magic sword Gram.

It begins with the hero who slays the dragon becoming stained with the blood of an evil dragon.

The signs of dusk were already stretching across the sky above Valhalla.

This foreshadows the eventual destruction of this divine horde with its endless glory.

The dragon's breath swept across the heavens and earth, like a tide suddenly raging across the land.

Compared to them, the girl's figure was incredibly small.

However, she still blocked the dragon's breath with the posture of a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and even charged towards it on her own.

Its posture is like a moth drawn to a flame.

......

"Hmph, what a playful kid."

Marquis Voban gently massaged his shoulders, his stiff posture resembling that of an elderly person who had not exercised in a long time.

But if anyone actually sees him as a harmless old man, he will definitely twist their head off in an instant.

In fact, the old man named Marquis Voban's actions at this moment were certainly not due to stiff shoulders from not moving around for a long time.

He was trying his best to suppress the excitement in his heart.

Otherwise, he worried that he might do something irrational under the influence of his emotions.

It's one thing to act recklessly when you're young, but it's rather unseemly for an old man to do things without thinking—he muttered to himself with some annoyance.

At his age, if he still couldn't control his temper and rushed up to fight with young people, he would probably be laughed at.

With such anxieties in mind, the Marquis of Voban summoned the karmic fire that could burn away all sins with a wave of his hand.

"However, it is disrespectful to me to only send out hawks and hounds to participate in the entire hunting activity, which was personally arranged by me."

As he said this, Marquis Voban's tone inevitably carried a hint of displeasure.

His expression reminded one of a student whose chair had been secretly tacked with thumbtacks.

"What? So it wasn't your own prey, old man..."

Upon hearing this, the blond young man holding the sword opposite him immediately complained.

"If I'm not trying to steal your prey, then there's no need for me to be so angry, is there?"

As he complained, a cold, silvery light suddenly shone from the steel longsword in Salvatore Tony's hand.

"Since it's entertainment prepared for guests, am I not a guest too?"

"Ha, since when did uninvited guests like you become qualified to call themselves guests?"

Marquis Voban scoffed.

"Judging from your shameless behavior, as a junior, you have probably already surpassed me in terms of shamelessness."

"Hahahaha, what's the big deal? I'll just apologize later." Tony scratched his head, smiling nonchalantly. "By the way, old man, could you please stop dodging me?"

"Since I acquired this power, I have not used it to kill a god-slayer of the same level."

"Just consider it a favor, old man, could you help me test the effects of this power?"

Marquis Voban's figure flashed suddenly, dodging the oncoming silver-white sword light.

Not far behind, the towering mountain peak was suddenly severed and fell to the ground with a deafening sound.

I'm experimenting with Nima.

The power to sever all things—if that power fell upon him, it would absolutely split him in two on the spot.

Looking at the young man in front of him with an expression that seemed eager to experiment with new toys, Marquis Voban's face darkened slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a storm and thunder surged forth.

The power, named Gale and Raging Waves, was unleashed without reservation.

Climb quickly!

But even in battles with each other.

Both sides coincidentally focused some of their attention on the girl and the dragon-slaying warrior who had transformed into an evil dragon, who had a winning streak of 400.

Among them, the Marquis of Voban's face showed more interest.

Salvatore Tony, the King of Swords, couldn't help but show a look of regret on his face.

He didn't crave power; to him, power was merely a useful tool to make fighting more enjoyable.

He was simply disappointed that both sides seemed to be formidable opponents, but unfortunately he couldn't immediately engage in a satisfying duel with them.

Meanwhile, the battle over there finally...

"Is it over? It's barely passable."

Marquis Voban gave a soft hum, his tone revealing an undisguised pleasure.

This demon king has always been extremely contradictory.

They are incredibly cruel to humans, yet they are generous with their heartfelt love and praise for those who are noble.

The girl who was once his subordinate, even though he called her a "henchman" or "lackey," was nothing more than a vessel for someone else's power.

However, the fact that they have persevered to this point through sheer willpower is enough to earn his praise and recognition.

Under the shared gaze of the two god-slayers who stopped simultaneously.

The girl bent over with difficulty, her sword resting heavily on the ground.

On the other side, the evil dragon's enormous body deflated rapidly, like a punctured balloon, returning to its normal size in just a few breaths.

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Clumsy Girl, Her Unfathomable Brilliance

"What a pity, it's hard to call this a victory." The young man, who had just earned the title of "King of Swords," scratched his blond hair with a hint of dejection and commented.

"A lose-lose situation? I really don't like this kind of ending."

However, even a carefree guy like Salvatore Tony knew the truth in his heart.

It is already quite remarkable that the human body has been able to sustain itself until now.

Although there are indeed beings in this world who can defeat gods with human bodies—the kind of beings who are respected and feared as god-slayers and demon kings.

However, Tony was quite aware of his own heterogeneity and inhumanity.

Therefore, he rarely uses himself as a standard to demand things of ordinary people.

"Humph."

Opposite him, an elderly man with short silver hair slowly and methodically adjusted his clothes.

He forcibly suppressed the joy that shone in his pale green pupils.

Then, he turned his displeased expression toward his opponent in front of him.

"What an unlikable kid with a sword. He just suffered a great loss at my hands, yet he still acts as if he can look around with ease."

"What, do you think that the karmic fire of my judgment is not hot enough to burn your body, which has only recently become a god-slayer, to ashes?"

"No, that's not true. If I had been hit directly by your fire, Grandpa, I probably would have died." Tony still had a silly smile on his face, with scars left by wolf claws. "But, I can see that you don't seem to have any intention of continuing to fight, Grandpa."

As a young god-slayer, due to the fundamental difference in the amount of power he possesses, if it really came down to a fight to the death, he would indeed be in a more disadvantageous position.

However, there is still hope for victory.

He believed in the sword in his hand.