The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

After saying this, the man who called himself Leif stared at Jeanne who was unable to move.

As soon as he clenched his fist, she gradually left the ground and came into the air.

The blonde girl covered her neck and shook her legs back and forth, looking quite uncomfortable.

"Brother...save me..."

Joan of Arc instinctively turned to her brother for help.

"Let go of my sister!"

Ian roared - but the sound was immediately drowned out by the rain.

"Don't worry."

Leif's expression seemed somewhat contemptuous.

"I'm not an unreasonable person."

"I will reunite you."

"but--"

"After death."

【You realize that coming out with Jeanne was a very wrong decision. 】

[You witnessed something this man didn't want anyone else to see.]

[He will kill Jeanne first, and then you.]

No!

Absolutely not!

I promised my father that I would protect my sister well!

We can't let her die!

Ian's mind went blank.

The only thing he remembered was to protect his sister.

The next moment, flames burst out of his throat.

[The innate endless rage has been activated: you once again burst out with powerful flames. ]

[However, this time, the man was not burned like the Burgundians before. ]

[His strength should not be underestimated. ]

Leif dodged to the side and avoided the surging flames.

Joan of Arc also fell to the ground and fainted.

But the man seemed to no longer be interested in her.

He turned around and looked at Ian, who was panting, with interest.

"Oh, that's unexpected."

"In this era...are there still dragons?"

193. The Boy Who Turned Into a Dragon/Joan of Arc's Kiss of Thanks/The Angel in Her Eyes (4k)

【You have lost all your sanity.】

[You have no intention of understanding what this man named Leif is talking about.]

【At this moment, there is only one thought in your mind. 】

[That is to burn the person who hurt Jeanne to ashes with fire.]

[The innate endless rage has been activated; you once again burst into fierce flames. 】

The flames began to spin like a spiral, gushing out forward, vaporizing everything they touched.

It was a cold and rainy night, but the ground seemed to be scorched by the sun.

"So irritable... Are all dragons like this?"

Leif spoke with a hint of mockery - he seemed completely unafraid of the flames coming towards him.

"pity--"

"This level of flame is still too weak!"

The man in the top hat waved his hand and broke the attacking flame into two halves.

Throughout the whole process, he seemed to be at ease, as if he was only facing some small sparks.

"You can't call yourself a dragon like that."

Leif looked at the boy in front of him with a terrifying smile.

"Let me see you in a more ferocious state--!"

Having said this, the man raised his foot again and stepped hard on Joan of Arc's leg.

The blonde girl immediately screamed in pain.

The wailing sound stimulated Ian's nerves, causing the blood in his body to boil violently.

puff-

puff-

The boy felt his heart beating violently.

power.

Want power.

I want the power to burn the guy in front of me to ashes without leaving any trace!

With this thought in mind, the dragon-shaped pendant on the boy's neck began to emit a black light, and then surrounded him entirely.

It seemed to be responding to Ian's angry prayers in this way.

[The innate dragon pendant has been activated: the light emanating from the pendant surrounds you, but you are not aware of this. ]

[In your consciousness, the only emotion left is anger.]

[Every cell in your body is telling you that you must kill the man in front of you to protect your sister Jeanne.]

[This anger seems to give you great power.]

[But you didn't realize that, along with this, there were also drastic changes in your body.]

In the rainy night.

A huge dragon stood in the midst of lightning and thunder.

It was completely black, with strong limbs and a sturdy tail that pressed the ground beneath it.

The broad and thick wings flapped out a fierce wind, as if to blow away everything it touched.

Rafe held his hat and looked very happy.

"now it's right."

“This is who you really are.”

"Now--"

"Let me see how strong you are when you reveal your true form."

After saying that, Rafe stepped hard on the blonde girl's leg again.

The screams of pain echoed in the air of the rainy night, making everything suffocating and cold.

"Roar--!!"

The dragon roared and then swooped down, trying to catch the person who bullied Joan of Arc.

But Leif was not afraid of such attacks at all.

He leaped lightly and was in mid-air.

“What an unexpected bonus.”

"Even at this time, there are still dragons like this."

"Should I regard you as a miracle, or as a deformity?"

Although the first attack failed to catch the man, the dragon did not give up. It flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

The blazing flames of anger spewed out again and again from the dragon's mouth full of sharp teeth.

The purpose of each flame is to kill the man.

however--

Although the dragon's attack looked very fierce, it actually did not hit the opponent once.

On the contrary, every magic wave launched by the man hit the dragon's body accurately.

This was a complete one-sided crushing.

"Tsk."

Leif made a disdainful sound.

"It seems that there has never been a battle in this state."

"With this ability, you are not qualified to protect your sister."

"..."

[What Leif didn't know was that his words once again touched your sore spot.]

[You have transformed into a dragon, and your blood is boiling again. 】

[You begin to seek the power to further strengthen your flame.]

[You discovered this power——It was the Holy Grail that was still glowing on the ground.]

[The talent Endless Rage has been enhanced to Endless Rage+: You draw power from the Holy Grail to strengthen your own flames.]

[You spewed out a flame far more terrifying than before.]

Rafe didn't realize this.

After all, from the battle just now, he already knew that this was a dragon that had never revealed its true form.

But the moment he came into contact with the flames, the man who had been so contemptuous just now immediately realized that something was wrong.

"You guy!"

But it was too late for him to dodge.

The flames mixed with the power of the Holy Grail completely engulfed him.

But the man seemed even happier.

In the flames, he let out a wild laugh.

“Hahahahahahaha…Interesting!!!”

"A dragon that absorbs the magic power of the Holy Grail... Then let me see what you will do after this era is distorted!"

next second.

Leif's figure disappeared in the flames, as if he was burned to ashes.

The giant dragon raised its head and let out a long roar, then flew directly towards where Joan of Arc fell.

The noise was so loud that even the unconscious Joan of Arc opened her eyes slightly.

In the dark rainy night with thunder and lightning, the unconscious girl saw a winged figure approaching her.

She didn't know it was a dragon.

"Angel...you are here."

The girl's lips curled up slightly.