135 [2-69] Type: Dragon: 120 Mainstream: 100 PP: 9 10 (1/2)

”Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!

The roar of the dragon roared over the dead city of Teiralore. It was like a wind blowing through the valley floor with the smell of death in it.

In the midst of such a frightening sound, the sound of a girl's voice shouting in anger intermingled.

A wyvern zombie with silver scales, a silver mane, and silver eyes pursues behind Erminio and the others as they sprint through the stone passageway.

Wielding wings of only bone, they crush and spread the walls with a force that is unbelievable from the outside.

Its sharp-edged head, covered in hard scales and sprouting horns, smashes the ceiling.

What the hell is this?　Is this the Rose Princess of Hell?

”d*mn it, it's not working!

While running away, Edgar shot his magic items backwards.

But the fireballs and thunderbolts were repelled by the silver scales, and the silver dragon's onslaught could not be stopped for even a second.

In the midst of the incessant sounds of destruction, I hear a sound like a bellows.

”Breath is coming!

Edgar warned in an urgent voice.

There was no escape in the narrow streets.

He tried to move forward, tried to turn a corner.

You'll get caught up in it like a smoldering insect.

Breath is generally produced by magical action, but it's not just magic.

They are often half ...... or fully materialized using secretions that accumulate in the body. For example, a breath of flame is a real flame, not a 'virtual flame' like the elemental magic of fire.

It cannot be prevented by purely magical means such as amulets, and requires individual countermeasures. ......

I'm not sure what to say.　What the hell is this thing spitting?

I don't know!

If it's spitting fire, you can counteract it with water magic. Or use a spell to defend against fire.

But if you don't know what's coming, you have too many choices.

Then it's ...... wind!　Loretta, get the Wind Fan!

”Item box!

Loretta's chanting was almost a scream.

The breath is just an attack that blows something on the breath. It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're doing.

Loretta herself can use wind magic, but only rudimentarily. She can't use magic to blow back the breath of such a large creature, and must rely on magic items.

She grabs a fan from the void. A fan that will create a storm if she holds it up.

But...

”Lies ......

The fan was half-broken and its face was in shreds.

When Loretta took it out of storage earlier, it had been caught in a spinning saw trap.

”Oh no ......!

A reddish-black flame flickered in the mouth of the silver wyvern zombie.

It's a breath of miasma, which is a poison made from the elemental ”evil air” that is originally contained in dust and other materials,......, and is destructive to life.

If you are exposed to it, your body will become burned and necrotic, resulting in death.

No defense will be sufficient.

The moment the breath is released...

”No way!

Something fell from the collapsed ceiling.

It's a knight in armor with a holy seal engraved on it. He's holding a short sword in his mouth as a sub-weapon.

On the left side of his body, there are numerous arrows piercing through the armor. They look as if they were used for blowguns or traps. If you look closely at the sides of his armor, you can see many small dents, and his left hand is just hanging weakly from his shoulder.

Sacred magic is good at healing, but magic that heals wounds instantly consumes a lot of magic power. This situation seems to be the result of his unwillingness to consume magic power, giving only the minimum amount of treatment and preserving the rest of his magic power for the attack.

The wounded holy knight clutched the wyvern zombie's neck with his single right hand. He then straddled the neck, supported himself with his legs, and picked up the sword in his mouth.

The wyvern zombie shook his head noisily, but the holy knight held his ground.

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what's going on in your life.

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

”Gub!

The wyvern zombie's mouth was sewn shut.

The sword, clothed in multiple layers of holy energy, pierced the silvery scales.

The miasma spilled from the gap between its clenched fangs.

”Young Master!　Please run!

”Well done, Ettore!　...... Or is that Alfonso?

Erminio ran off without even pretending to help the holy knight.

Erminio could not tell the difference between the helmeted Ettore and Alfonso. You can tell them apart by their voices, and if you look closely, you can tell them apart by the scars on their equipment and the way they behave, but Erminio wasn't that interested in them.

The wyvern zombie, whose breath had been blocked, was not intimidated, and head-butted the nearest wall as if it had taken no damage.

The dungeon shook.

The dungeon shook. The headbutt meant that the holy knight attached to his head would be caught between the wall and him.