Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 517

Even though it was just hanging, curses came out spontaneously at the shock that was transmitted to the bone, but the damn dragon twisted its body without caring about the comfort of the passengers.

It’s unstoppable even trying to dive on the bare ground, as if the big and distracted kid has infinite trust in his body. To the extent that if I hadn’t been able to dig into the scales well while clinging to his neck, I would have vomited blood in many ways.

To be honest, I feel like I’m going to bleed even if I do that. That alone was a difficult situation, but if it continued like this, the footprints would not be a problem, but it would become closer to the members of the church.

Even though I walked slowly with Raccoon Man, it was not that far. If it was this big, it would take just a few rough rolls to get to the edge of the barrier.

I have to deal with him in the middle somehow, but I can’t see a way.

-Ge Wheg!
“What is this motherfucker saying?”

It runs amok like a dog trying to rub its back on the floor, and the aftermath is incomparable to that of a dog. It was so damn crazy that I wished it would have broken its wings, but it seems that its wings barely break this much.

I didn’t know anything else, but I couldn’t get away from him right now, so I gritted my teeth and endured. At least I have to cut off one of his wings to stop him from flying into the sky and casting Nigawa…

[They told me to stop?]
“What?”

Este’s interpretation function that popped out from an unexpected place made her hands almost run out of strength. Fortunately, at that moment, thanks to the guy jumping lightly to drop me, I was able to regain my senses and tighten my grip as I felt my body float.

[The words the dragon just shouted. He told me to go see the owner.]
“Does this bastard understand what he’s saying?”
[Yes.]

Esthe, who speaks softly, is a response that seems to be of no importance. My situation is so serious that it makes me angry that I don’t have time to listen to the details of the story.

“If you say something else, translate it.”

So you should make some time for it.

Once I generously injected magic into Este to check the strength of its scales, it jumped up and screamed as if it were going to turn over at any moment. It’s a grotesque situation where the wounds are pierced with a grinder, so even if Ji is a dragon, it will be hard to bear.

Perhaps, being at the top of the pyramid of predators, the wounds and pain itself may be unfamiliar to you. Personally, I wish that

-Derat Sa Bne Giz Tum! Thas Thac Meg Guns Jen Redna Den Ti Mes Du Wie, Neu Erts Medo Bend Fua Tul Begi Krecd Das Edrew Chi!!

Leaving the crazed and chattering guy behind him, taking advantage of the pause in his movement for a moment, he moved his sword and left a long cut on the back of his neck.

The dragon’s scales and leather were indeed tough and hard, worthy of its reputation, but even so, it was not to the point of being able to block the holy sword Esthe without any damage. It wasn’t as deep as I wanted, but I confirmed that the wound was etched and blood splattered, and I rushed straight to his left wing.

[You look like a dirty illegitimate child! Like I did to the others, I’ll sprinkle that filthy blood on the floor!! In the

meantime, Este translated what he just said in a lively way. I’ve known him since he was a fucking racist, but he was such a fucking talker.

An illegitimate child out of the blue? Some of the words seem to overlap with what we said in our first meeting, but that means that we started cursing from the first meeting…?

“…It was a teacher.”

Come to think of it, I started cursing why my eyes were so open, so it was a draw. I decided to shake off the bad feelings with the wings of the bastard, as there is nothing good about staying for a long time.

To do so, I spurred on the swaying guy’s back and rushed with my wings.

I set my posture low so that I could exert as much strength as possible, and I did my best with the feeling of digging firewood rather than the feeling of spreading swordsmanship. You don’t have to be able to cut through it. Once the blade is stuck, the rest can be pushed by force and done somehow. At this moment, it was so conspicuous that I missed the two-handed ax I left behind.

But there is no difference. For most of my life this time I had to chew at least with my gums, not quit because I had no teeth.

It’s just that this time too. Fortunately, Este, who swung it, slashed his wing muscles and pierced him deep into his bones.

-……!!

At the same time, a scream of indescribable pain erupts from the dragon’s mouth.

No matter how threatening it was, in the end, I was convinced that it was a living being that would suffer from being stabbed with a knife, and from the moment I dealt with it, I felt that the anxiety and fear that had filled me up to my chest had disappeared roughly to the knees.

It seemed like the soles of my feet would fall off if I couldn’t fly, so I poured my mana one more time and pushed with all my might.

The fact that all sorts of magic circles appeared around him happened right before I completely slashed his bones.

-Nen Vrenerb!!
[flame…! for a moment?! This!]

I noticed before I even heard Este’s urgent words. As soon as the magic circle appeared, intense heat gushed out.

What caught my eye as I was preparing other protective spells along with Este, who performed the spell on her own without being asked, was the black flames swaying like a snake from the magic circle.

“You’re ashamed of the young dragon.”

I felt the remnants of a familiar evil god in the black flames that looked ominous at first glance. There was too much information suddenly hitting and coming in, but my head, which had been working hard, forced me to choose between the two.

Should you give up your wings and get out of your body to minimize damage or endure it?

The opponent is a dragon.

Even if it was completed quickly, it would not be easy magic. Even if you cover up the remnants of evil spirits with esthetics, you can’t make that magic completely non-existent.

It’s not magic enough to burn my body, but it’s meaningless to compare the body of a human with a dragon whose resistance to magic goes crazy.

It’s obviously dangerous, but I had to cut off these wings unconditionally for a long-term battle.

The trouble was short-lived.

I gritted my teeth and quickly moved my right hand to the inside of my breastplate.

“…Sir!”

I had no time to question the voice of the saintess, Deoni, who could be heard faintly from far away, and black snakes of fire rapidly sprang up from all directions and attacked me.

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When the distant roar of the dragon was heard, Deoni calmed the people down and stayed there.

The prisoners besieging them must have heard it too, because they were so calm. Unlike the first appearance they showed, they were polite and considerate of themselves, and some even explained that it was common and that there was no problem with that level.

However, when the second roar and faint magical power were felt, it was not. The feeling that something completely different from intuition or expectation is pushing from the back of the ear.

It was a revelation.

“An accident has occurred to the warrior.”

It was faster to get out of the seat and get on the horse than to spit the words out of your mouth. Not only the party but even the prisoners were taken aback by her shrewd action and couldn’t stop her. It was all the more so because they too were in a state of tension after realizing that the second roar was different from the previous one.

Perhaps, without realizing it, I was overwhelmed by the image of Deoni whose eyes were shining bluish.

Emmet was the only one who followed Deoni, who spurred on without looking back in the state of crossing the boundary between revelation and oracle.

“For now, it would be better for the others to stay here!

It was Emmit who had been spreading the word that he fought against the hero, so those who guessed his skills unexpectedly followed the instructions meekly.

If Eldmia had seen it, Emmit, who created a scene that would have been amazing thinking that demons were demons, caught up with Deoni by flying through magic tools, not horses.

“What… Gee, I can’t hear it.”

It was a sight that I had seen at least twice because he had lived a long life.

A quasi-spiritual spirit that only those who have the qualifications to directly hear the voice of God can experience. Right now, Deoni’s eyes must be in a situation where he can only hear the voice of God, seeing traces that are completely different from those of ordinary people. It was useless to say anything anyway, so Emmet followed her for now, thinking about what else would put Eldmia in danger.

Did you encounter a dragon because you heard the dragon’s roar? If so, it is obviously a great threat, but the wind dragon Iranorev in the Land of Beasts was a dragon that went mad a long time ago, enough to be recorded in history books.

And a dragon that has lost its sense of reason is no different from a monster. If it was the Eldmia he had experienced, he might not know what it would be like to fight against such a dragon and win, but he had enough ability to escape.

I thought so.

-…enerb!!

As soon as I passed the barrier of the beastmen, the dragon rolling on the floor in the distance, until I cast magic through the normal dragon words, which are now unspeakable.

“Hero!”

It wasn’t too difficult to notice that the flames were ominous.

The problem was that even if they noticed it, they couldn’t stop the fire demon from reaching right in front of Eldmia.

Watching the holy sword glow and the layers of protective shields shattering in front of the dark magic, all Emmet and Deony could do was prepare an attack to divert the dragon’s attention even a little.

However, it was none other than the dragon that screamed before they were even ready to attack.

-……!!!

Black flames seemed to swell and then took the form of a human.

– Damn it!

It was surprising enough that the radiant sword looked like it was breathing black flames, but the sound it made as it sliced the dragon’s huge wing to the bone and tore the skin apart was even more shocking.

The dragon’s magic apparently destroyed all protective magic and castle laws.

No matter how much the power was reduced in the process, it was dragon magic. It would be more accurate to say that the collar sticks to the skin rather than just lightly igniting the collar. It was a sight that Emmet and Deony could not comprehend with common sense, to cut off the dragon’s wings while experiencing the agony of being hit directly by such magic and burning their whole bodies.

“You can’t die gracefully, you bastard!”

As if not caring about their confusion, Eldmia burst out through the black flames, jumped off the dragon’s back without hesitation, and slashed the skin with all her body.

Only Deoni noticed that the white mist-like divine power flowing from his chest was rapidly restoring Eldmia.