"Is it over...?"
Gazing at the Fla Steel Dragon that arrogantly hovered midair like the sun at its zenith, amidst the chaotic Great Colosseum strewn with rising clouds of dust, all humans, including King Klinsmann, felt an innate sense of insignificance and helplessness.
"Is this... the disparity between races...? It was too vast."
This was the achievent of a renowned Dragon Slayer: forcing that 'Arrogance' Red Dragon off the ground... And yet, this was rely a young Red Dragon.
This dismal outco had undoubtedly shattered a 'common sense' that had remained unchanged in the hearts of many humans: the gap and barrier between Legendary Ones and non-legendary beings seed almost insurmountable. But now, it seed that this only applied to humanoid creatures?
Only Martial Chief Kasim, a legendary human martial technique master who had battled dragons several tis, felt an overwhelming sense of defeat and Despair rising from within, vehently denying it to himself: No, there is certainly an inherent discrepancy between humans and giant dragons, but it shouldn't be so extre! The only reasonable explanation is... that this Red Dragon before is an exception among exceptions. Should I say, he is truly the offspring of the legendary Crimson Calamity?
Witnessing this legendary battle, he imdiately used Magic ssaging to speak to the Pastoral Head beside him, "After we return, I need you to dispatch soone to imdiately collect all past information about this dragon and reevaluate it. Those damned High Elves have hidden far too much critical information about him!"
As he uttered this sentence, he even felt a surprising sense of lingering fear. If this dragon had chosen as its 'opponent' instead, perhaps I too would already be more dead than alive? It was a stark realization.
Thinking this, he glanced at King Klinsmann, whose complexion was pale. For a mont, he couldn't quite discern what relationship the ruler of Lurwalden had with the dragon. Regardless, the dragon had already displayed its strength and intimidating presence.
He was prepared to represent the Empire in withdrawing temporarily from the support plan targeting the Wallens dragon group. The risk was too high and deserved reconsideration.
"Your Majesty Klinsmann..." But just as Martial Chief Kasim was about to bid farewell to the King of Lurwalden with caution and vigilance, a hysterical and furious roar suddenly erupted from the direction of the Great Colosseum.
"AH!!! NO! STOP! THIS IS MY... BATTLE!"
"What?" Everyone, including Martial Chief Kasim, incredulously turned their gaze toward the center of the arena.
As the smoke cleared, they saw Baptiste next to the scorched crater, kneeling twisted in a pool of blood in a smaller pit. He held the Abyssal Iron Greatsword in a defensive stance, bellowing to the sky as he struggled to his feet.
This is impossible! Everyone's eyes widened. It was clear to anyone that after the Red Dragon's forceful strike, every bone in the legendary Dragon Slayer's body was broken, and half of his head looked as if it had been run over by a cartwheel.
Had it not been for his legendary feats as a warrior, like Superhuman Physique and Eminent Defense, it would have been more than just shattered bones; he would have been reduced to a puddle of mush. Even so, such injuries should have left other professionals barely clinging to life on the banks of the Styx River. How did he manage that? And what fueled such vigorous combativeness against the dragon? Yes, it was combativeness, not rely hostility.
"Hmm?" Even David, who had been ready to leave the Great Colosseum, was taken aback and looked back.
He saw that the 'Dragon Slayer's' previously extinguished 'Shadow of Dragon Soul' seed to reignite, like embers flaring back to life.
There's sothing abnormal about this situation, David thought. It was the sa when I encountered that demon during my 'Dream into Lurwalden' adventure.
Deciding promptly, David chose to 'finish him off.' He picked up the dragon horn spear—which seed like a Blue Star child's toy carrot knife in his grasp—and hurled it fiercely. Like a crimson Longinus Spear, it pierced through the air and transfixed Baptiste's chest.
Yet, this improvised move was David's first miscalculation.
The man's life was absurdly tenacious. Baptiste, his 'heart' quite literally 'broken' by the spear, grabbed the crimson Dragon Spear and drove it deeper into himself. The tip of the spear erged from his back like a suddenly blooming flower bud, and reignited flas enveloped his twisted, ravaged body.
The man's stature, originally around 2.1 ters, began to slowly inflate, gradually surpassing human limits. He reached nearly three ters, the height of an Ogre like Monado, and half of David's own size.
At the sa ti, his split-open skull gradually deford into the colossal head of a Dragonkin. Two large lumps protruded from his shoulder blades, and then two sowhat petite dragon wings tore through the mbrane and erged.
This transformation continued, evolving irreversibly under the influence of the indistinct Dragon Soul Shadow billowing behind him, as if David was personally witnessing the 'ascension' of a 'Dragon Slayer' from human to dragon...
As the 'prophecy' seed to gradually co to fruition, David's mind instantly conjured countless lodramatic and cliché stories about the legendary warrior before him and the Red Dragon, Brittany, whom Baptiste spoke of. For instance, perhaps the Dragon Slayer and the Red Dragon, initially adversaries, only ca to know each other through combat. Maybe an attempt by the warrior to assert dominance over the dragon backfired dramatically, leading to a situation where, through sheer persistence and the passage of ti, feelings eventually blossod between them.
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