Let go of that monster girl!

"It's so big, squeak..."

"Are we really going to fight that thing...?"

"I really want to go back to Aishan..."

Morren remained calm.

He withdrew his hand from his view and raised the binoculars back to his eyes. He could not observe the flow of magic on the dragon with the naked eye.

But if you have as deep an understanding of monster girls as Moren, you will realize that boring fact again.

This is a materialistic world; there is no chance for any idealistic outburst.

Monster girls also abide by the basic principles of magic.

Magic is a real thing, not an inexhaustible source of energy.

The magic that roams freely in nature is so powerful that even the simplest rune cannot activate it. Each golem has a witch at its core, and each giant cannon is powered on the spot by the monster girl's delicate little hand.

The consumed magic, the magic in severed limbs, will be lost in strict accordance with the law of conservation of energy.

Morren lowered his binoculars and looked at the approaching, shimmering white dragon.

The dragon maiden before them, having lost two-thirds of her original flesh and magic, had created this colossal flesh and blood creation. The magic within her was decreasing to an unprecedented level.

That enormous body, hundreds of thousands of times larger than its original form, requires a vast amount of magic power to maintain, and hundreds of times more magic power to achieve the same level of defense.

According to Morren's initial plan, he originally thought that if the arrow failed to kill him in one hit, the opponent would forcibly heal his damaged body and step into the final battle in the most powerful form.

But the Holy Dragon did not do that, and Morren immediately understood her purpose.

This is an invitation, the stage setting, a grand finale before the curtain falls.

Come on.

Morren said calmly:

"Let the military music start."

The mouse girls in the military band exchanged glances. The lead drummer took a deep breath, mustered her courage, puffed out her small chest, and raised her drumsticks high.

The stirring drumbeats and the high-pitched melody of the brass trumpets.

The shimmering white dragon strode forward, heading south.

Each step left claw marks several meters deep on the ground as the massive body passed through the retreating lines of the Exterminator Army.

The shockwave sent dozens of ratgirl soldiers flying, and a knight golem was accidentally struck by the dragon's tail, immediately flying hundreds of meters away.

The remaining formation of the Exterminator Army automatically split apart along the dragon's path, with all troops desperately retreating to both sides.

The airships began to rise in altitude, and the six airships gradually increased the distance between each other.

The flying mice frantically maneuvered the rudder, ditched excess ballast, and changed the angle of the airship to face the approaching dragon sideways.

All the ballistae on both sides of the ship were cocked, and the 24-pound ballistae shells were loaded. The mouse girls, lying behind the sights, reported loudly:

"Highly stable!"

"Angle set!"

"shooting!"

The Exterminator's ranks continued to retreat.

The airship opened fire amidst military music.

The ballista fired with little sound, and the ordinary projectiles left no trace in the night.

Lime bomb, 18 shots in a row.

Eighteen projectiles flew silently toward the dragon's body in the darkness.

The Exterminator soldiers, who had already retreated far away, stopped, took off their helmets, revealing the cute little faces and round ears of the Rat Girls, and turned around to look.

What are those floating things?

"Wait, it looks like they're getting closer to that dragon..."

Emerald green mist spread around the dragon's body.

Flammable green acid mist erupted violently from the projectile, rapidly spreading across the dragon's glossy white scales and enveloping most of its body in a thick, emerald-green fog.

The dragon's magical barrier flickered, attempting to keep the acid mist out, but the slow-moving, tangible mist easily seeped in.

"what is that?"

A leader of the Exterminator Rat muttered to himself.

The bomb exploded with a loud bang.

Dense spots of light simultaneously bloomed on the dragon's body, instantly igniting the emerald green acid mist.

A devastating shockwave spread outward from the dragon's body, and the continuous explosions shattered the shimmering white magical barrier. The newly formed, fragile scales cracked and peeled off under the combined effects of high temperature, high pressure, and corrosion.

The dragon's body shook violently amidst the continuous bombardment, its massive wings torn open by the shockwaves, the white wing membranes shattering and scattering in the blast waves.

The Exterminator's army was forced to retreat again in the aftershocks of the shockwave.

The rat-girl soldiers in the front row were pushed off the ground by the shockwave, tumbling and scrambling backward, their shields and spears scattered all over the ground.

If they weren't chained, the slave rats would have long since disappeared.

"Wait, is that the rune colossus's bombardment?"

A female rat officer scrambled to her feet, her helmet twisted behind her by the blast of air. It took her a while to pull it off before she turned to look at the location of the giant statue behind her.

In the distance, the mountain-like rune colossi halted their advance, their massive cannons, each with a caliber of several meters, held their elevation angle, motionless, awaiting the cardinal's next command.

"No, it's over there, it's those strange things over there!"

She pointed to the strange flying objects in the sky, her face full of disbelief.

On the dragon's body, the shimmering white magic barrier had shattered more than half, and large pieces of scales had fallen off and broken, revealing the crimson flesh and blood tissue beneath.

The enormous wings were severely damaged, with white fragments of the wing membrane scattered in the air.

But a satisfied smile still lingered on her face as she opened her enormous mouth, a pale light slowly gathering deep within her throat.

Dragon's Breath!

On the targeted airship, the flying mice widened their eyes, immediately dropping everything they were holding and squeaking as they tumbled over the side of the ship.

"It's watching us, squeak!!!"

"Jump, jump, skydive, squeak!!!"

One after another, tiny round parachutes popped open in mid-air with a series of thuds, and the mouse girls dangled under the parachutes, swaying and drifting towards the ground.

Pale dragon breath shot out from the dragon's mouth, and a white beam of light pierced through the very center of the airship at an unstoppable speed!

The hydrogen balloon exploded the moment it was pierced by the ray, resulting in a violent secondary explosion. An orange-red fireball burst from the sky, and the wreckage of the airship shattered into countless burning fragments that scattered in all directions.

The flying mice skillfully maneuvered their tiny parachutes, dodging the constantly falling debris, but still managed to squeal loudly in fright:

"Squeak! S ...

Molen glanced at the rats that were floating around and waved for the military band to play a new set of conducting music.

The other airships had completed another round of reloading, and more Lyme Bombs were fired at the dragon's body, which had lost most of its defenses. Emerald green mist once again spread across the dragon's body.

Each round of bombardment further weakened the dragon's remaining magical defenses, causing its scales to peel off piece by piece.

The airship rose higher and higher.

Under the cover of night, the boat had risen to a position directly above the dragon's head, completely disappearing into the pitch-black sky of the dark zone.

A giant slime bomb detached from the hull of the boat, carrying the adorable, goofy smile of a cartoon slime girl, and landed on the dragon's already riddled-with-holes head.

boom!!!

A red and green mushroom cloud rose from the top of the dragon's head, shining with an incredibly bright light in the pitch-black sky of the lightless zone!

The shockwave spread in all directions, and the top of the mushroom cloud surged with flames that were a mixture of emerald green and scarlet, rising higher and higher before finally dissipating into the dark clouds.

The dragon's pale body began to tilt; its head and neck had been completely destroyed, and the flesh on the broken surface continued to melt in the acid corrosion.

The enormous body slowly, slowly turned black, disintegrated, and turned into a rain of pitch-black ash.

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Far out, at the very rear of the Exterminator army's lines.

A short, white-haired, red-eyed mouse girl stood atop a high mountain, dressed in a blood-red holy robe and wearing a tall, gold-embroidered dome hat, which made her appear even shorter.

She held her still-burning little finger to her lips, blew it out in one breath, and frowned.

He looked extremely angry.

Then, in a fit of rage, she walked down from the incredibly complex rune array, deliberately stomping her little feet on the steps with a loud clanging sound.

The magic circle was composed of several concentric rings with extremely complex patterns, connected to hundreds of rune conduits, each pointing to a supporting saintess. At this moment, they all dimmed and no longer supplied magic power to the bright red cross lightning.

The short, white-haired, red-eyed mouse girl walked along, tearing at her heavy cardinal's robes. She roughly ripped off the gold-trimmed shoulder armor and the magnificent blood-red robe, crumpled them into a ball, threw them on the ground, and stomped on them a couple of times.

Her height made her appear exceptionally short among the tall fox-girl assistant saintesses, but she shoved them aside and snatched the binoculars from the observer's hands.

"What exactly are you trying to do?!"

"I'm so angry!"

"Chirp!"

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The White Dragon Saintess stood quietly on the ground.

The surrounding area was covered with scorched marks, and the air was filled with acid corrosion and toxic fumes from the fire.

The shattered dragon body had turned into black ash, and fine particles fell from the sky like rain, silently landing on her white hair.

Her body was small, and she had returned to the form of a young girl. Her long, snow-white hair fell to her ankles. She closed her eyes, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and waited quietly.

Tiny cracks were slowly spreading from her chest toward her face, emitting a faint white fluorescence.

Her skin, her body, is slowly disintegrating.

Her face was serene, with a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, conveying a sense of contentment and tranquility.

Ahead, amidst the falling ashes and smoke, a rope dangles down, and a figure slowly emerges.

Moren wore the plague doctor's bird-beak mask, his eyes behind the glass lenses fixed on the white girl who was shattering in front of him.

His right hand rested on the hilt of the runic sword at his waist, and he asked the question he had wanted to ask for a year:

"What exactly are you trying to achieve by doing all this?"

The Holy Dragon did not open her eyes.

The cracks on her face widened further, and small pieces of white debris fell from her cheeks, turning into shimmering fluorescent particles in mid-air.

"Would you like to hear the second half of that story?"

"Not really," Morren replied curtly.

But the Holy Dragon continued speaking on her own:

"The little white dragon fell into despair. Later, she met many bad people and did many bad things. She deceived many people and hurt even more people."

"She unleashed monsters and built giant trees, all to serve as a breeding ground for her despicable purpose before the end of the world."

"Until those fluorescent mushrooms caught her attention again."

"What a marvelous method, coming from the hands of an ordinary person."

"Perhaps, just perhaps, she began to reconsider that possibility."

"But she has gone too far, she cannot be forgiven, and she cannot extricate herself from this situation."

"But in the end, there were still things she was able to do."

"The dragon will plunder the treasures of kings and nobles, waiting for the brave to win them."

After she finished speaking, she slowly raised her hands, palms facing upwards.

He held a silver-white holy emblem in his left palm and a spiral-patterned communication stone in his right palm, its surface glowing faintly.

She extended both hands toward Moren, but turned her face back toward the direction where the giant tree had once stood.