A Wild Last Boss App Chapter 132

Chapter 132 - The Dragon King Used Flamethrower[1]

Raw link: (2016/11/13)

Translator: twomorefreethoughts / TpstT (2019/12/11)

Editor 1: Hand of Vecna (2019/12/29)

Editor 2: Keii (2019/12/31)

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(Author note)

This time, it's Lion-san's turn to be matchless.

This is the time to restore him from his dishonour.

(Author note end)

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"Leon… why are you here?"

Whilst Aries was fallen on the ground, he looked up at his unexpected rescuer.

The relationship between Leon and Aries could not be called good by any means. If anything, it was not a mistake to call it the worst.

It was not as if Aries particularly hated Leon. However, Leon clearly looked down upon Aries and held him in contempt.

Leon had always called Aries a small-fry monster since a long time ago and he was not the type of person who would try and help out even when Aries was about to be killed by the enemy.

If anything, he probably would have just said, "An end befitting a small fry," and would not even think anything else of it. Leon was the kind of man who evaluated an individual based solely on their strength and considered strength to be absolute justice.

That was why this was a seemingly impossible situation.

"I came because I smelt a very familiar smell, but it looks like you guys are having quite an extravagant party. A banquet like this is wasted on a small fry like you… I'll devour the rest for you."

Leon's mouth distorted whilst his still technically humanoid face turned savage and ferocious just like that of a wild beast.

Snap, snap… with that sound, Leon's muscles expanded, making his already bulky and log-like arms even thicker.

Veins popped out all over his body and the surrounding air distorted just from the heat that was generated from his body, forming a mirage.

"Just keep lying there and watch… I'll show you the way I fight."

Leon clenched his fist and disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he dropped his fist onto a heroic spirit who was engaged with one of the other Twelve Stars, crushing that heroic spirit along with their armour and collapsing the ground below them.

With just one hit, despite being strong enough to be called a hero, the warrior's limbs became twisted in weird angles and they suffered enough damage to where they became unable to even move.

Furthermore, Leon rushed into an area densely packed with heroic spirits and, just from his body hitting them, sent tens of heroic spirits flying.

Of course, the heroic spirits did not just stay quiet. They all took hold of their swords and proceeded to hack at Leon.

However, in the face of this situation, the Lion King for some reason put his hands in his pockets and received it head-on in a defenceless manner.

The result of that - He was pletely unharmed. The attacker's swords shattered into pieces, yet Leon's skin did not even suffer a single scratch.

A single kick from Leon then crushed all of the powerless warriors at once whilst he walked to the next gathering of heroic spirits with what could be called a dull and sluggish movement and his hands still in his pockets.

In response, the heroic spirits this time fired all sorts of arcane magic. High-tier arcane magic of all attributes was sent flying towards Leon and exploded on him.

If someone were to have been looking at Midgard from space at that moment, glimmers and explosions which shone from the arcane magic would have been visible, even from that far of a distance. The scale of the explosions and impacts were just that big.

However, Leon charged straight in through this storm of arcane magic and, as if nothing had happened at all, came to stand in front of the heroic spirits.

"Worthless… not even enough as an appetiser!!"

One magician, who was unfortunate enough to have been standing at the very front of the pack, had his head grabbed and was then swung around as an improvised weapon.

Violence known as "hitting a person using another person". With each swing, the magician broke a little more, scattering his flesh and blood upon the other heroic spirits.

The pitiful magician had pletely lost his humanoid shape by the time he was finally released, having bee chunks of raw flesh.

No, perhaps the one who was the most unfortunate might have been the young magician boy at the very back of the pack. The reason was because he was the one who was forced to suffer from fear for the longest amount of time.

"Eeek!" - The young boy, who was surprisingly young to have been titled a hero, released a shriek and instinctively drew back.

But reality was cruel. In the very next moment, a strong arm thicker than his waist directly hit his head. After the impact, everything above his neck was gone and blood was spewing out of what remained of his body.

Whilst bathing in the blood spewing onto him, Leon directed his bloodshot eyes at his next prey.

Looking at this scene, Ruphas thought to herself, "Who exactly is our enemy here again?" However, it could not be helped that she thought this way.

"Oooohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

When Leon roared, a countless number of heroic spirits in front of him were shredded and sent flying as if they were pieces of paper.

The Lion King's roar was not just a simple thing used for intimidation.

A simple roar… Even that was acpanied by destructive energy that passed through the enemy camp, causing the surrounding land to be gouged out and the nearby air to be dispersed.

The enemy warriors' eardrums ruptured and their bodies warped as if they were being squished by a huge invisible pressure.

"It's a massacre…!"

Leon disappeared once again.

Keeping track of his extraordinary speed must have been difficult even for his fellow Twelve Stars.

Many impacts and shattering noises repeatedly and continuously resounded. As if the air around them was exploding, the heroic spirits started getting blown apart in groups.

Needless to say, it did not just happen once or twice.

One after another, many places within the army of the Argonautai spontaneously exploded. Each time, heroes of the past were blown to bits and pieces.

There was not enough time to avoid the attack, yet, if they tried to defend against the attack, their guard itself would be destroyed.

And what made it possible was strength. Just raw strength.

As long as one possessed overwhelming strength, there was no need for special abilities or effects.

His fists relied on raw strength without any acpanying techniques. His wide-motion kicks could not be said to be polished by any means.

Yet, he gave the heroic spirits of the past absolutely no room to retaliate as he smashed and shredded them as if they were pieces of paper.

The strong are called strong because they are strong. It was a very simple quote that was easy to understand.

Unnecessary fillers were not needed. For Leon, unique abilities and such were something akin to street performances. To him, those kinds of abilities were something acquired by weaklings after shedding tears and wasting their efforts so that they could desperately pretend to be someone strong. It was something unnecessary and useless in Leon's mind.

As long as he had his body, it was enough for everything. He possessed fists with such overwhelming strength that it was unnecessary for him to obtain those tricks.

Therefore, he punched. Therefore, he killed.

With just that, all of his attacks which had the motions of an ordinary auto-attack turned into - sure-kill secret techniques.

The purest form of violence. That was what led him to be recognised as the strongest even within the Tyrannical Twelve Stars.

If every single attack that he executed dealt fatal damage, then there was no need for him to use any special offensive skills.

If, just by standing, the wall known as his muscles could break enemy swords, then he had no need for any defensive skills.

The Lion King bared his fangs and ran around the battlefield, leaving mountains of corpses everywhere he went.

With the way things had developed, there was nothing the Argonautai could do.

No, perhaps there might have been some options they could take. Although they might have been far inferior to Ruphas and the Seven Heroes, they were still heroes of legend who had managed to reach level 1000.

Collectively, they possessed an enormous number of skills, arcane magic and divine magic such that depending on the way they bined their techniques, let alone barely manage the current situation, they could even turn the situation around. Depending on how they utilised their skills, it was not impossible for them to even pletely shut Leon down just as the Twelve Stars had done once in the past.

However, that was a scenario only possible if they could work together. As a mere gathering of masses who acted on their own, they dragged each other down and obstructed one another. There was no way they would be able to play the optimal hand that they might have possessed.

The heroic spirits were vanquished one after another without being able to show even half of their full potential. By the time Leon next emerged from the battle, the land was fully soaked in their blood.

"Not enough, it’s still lacking something… I mean, without the main dish, you wouldn't be full, would you…!?"

Whilst saying that, Leon looked at the Dragon King provocatively.

Hearing this, all ten of the Dragon King's heads agreed with what Leon had said, recognised him as a worthy enemy and bared their fangs.

In the past, before Ruphas showed up, the two of them were the strongest of the magical beasts and were at the apex in terms of battle prowess. They also each maintained a quarter of the power balance on Midgard. Now, the Dragon King Ladon and the Lion King Leon met each other face to face for the first time.

And, above all else, these two were very similar to one another. Both were tyrants. Both were violent.

They oppressed and ruled over others through violence and fear. These were the overlapping points the two of them shared.

Leon's body expanded in size and the clothes that he was wearing ripped and were blasted away.

His whole body became covered in hair as he got rid of his humanoid appearance and turned back into his original appearance of a lion.

What appeared at the end of this transformation was a monstrous lion which was big enough to rival even the Dragon King.

Finally, the two tyrants, who had each bared their true nature, were glaring and growling at each other face-to-face.

At that moment, Pollux, who did not want to get caught up in the middle of all of this, jumped off the Dragon King.

On the other hand, the city of Laegjarn was in plete and utter panic.

It was only natural. Alter all, there was suddenly a mythical battle of legendary proportions happening outside of the city. It would have been strange if they were still calm.

It was an unbelievable scene where historical heroes, who could only be encountered in books, were being sent flying one after another.

That alone would have been enough to go beyond the tolerable limit of their brain capacity, yet this time, there was a 160m tall lion and a 170m tall dragon with ten heads.

Alfie had already fallen on the ground and was mumbling as if she had gone insane and Friedrich had started digging holes in the ground after ing to the understanding that he was not able to run away outside.

Cruz was shouting, "It's the end of the world!" in a crazed fanatic state whilst Sarjes seemed to have suddenly bee enlightened and was muttering something meaningless like, "Living and dying are all of equal value… maybe it's the will of the big universe. Yeah, yeah."

Meanwhile, Jean was screaming, "I'm also going to fight!" and, as a result, was trying his best to try and get out.

On the other hand, Gants was calm and collected. Due to the innkeeper losing consciousness, he had made himself some coffee that resembled muddy water and was frowning after saying that it tasted disgusting.

"U, um… you're really calm and collected."

Sei sat on the chair and received a cup of coffee from Gants who was sitting on the other side of the table.

Next to him was Virgo who had stiffened due to the bitterness of the coffee.