Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 520

Iranorev’s eyes went beyond fear and turned into astonishment, but it was too late.

At least, if there had been a simple physical barrier, it would have bounced off. If so, I would have had to wait for that tail attack to follow again or try another method, so I would have had to run again.

It was now an empty home. Fuckin’ racecist dragon Iranorev will follow suit.

[This is real!]

Este was surprised and openly excited, as if she couldn’t believe it, but it was a natural result.

I don’t know how long he’s lived, but he’s been living perfectly fine since the days when the Beasts settled down on this land.

Even the beam attack that came from the same action as the one I just put in my face is the biggest factor that caused me to eat a leg beyond being filthy painful. If you’re not scared, you’ll just go beyond losing your coward head.

However, the ancestors of the past told us to properly look at the avoidance pattern and use it. It’s a national rule to cross the Jordan River when you run out of stamina while avoiding the pattern.

Seeing me getting closer, Iranorev seemed unable to accept the situation for a moment.

However, I quickly understood what it meant that I just passed the shield without firing the esthetic beam.

A breath that has yet to form properly sways from the gaping mouth of the creature, ready to be shot at me.

It could be said that it was the result of our best efforts, but it was already too late. It was after I passed by him and landed on his back that a red breath came out of Iranorev’s mouth.

At the same time, even though she didn’t give a specific signal, Este exploded the divine power she had accumulated on her own and deployed her sword body.

The sight of the blade splitting into pieces with a bluish light that reminded me of Epaga’s eyes had the power to make my heart feel magnificent even though it was only for a moment.

It’s weaker than when I shot the esthetic beam, but this is enough for now.

I’ll turn it into a blender instead of a chainsaw if I put a magic grinder on it to crack his scales and hide. Even if it was a dragon, there would be no ability to stop it in a weakened state.

Is that why?

Instead of responding after my attack arrived, Iranorev tried to block it before it reached me.

-Jjajajajak!

When I found blood oozing from the cut edges of the severed wings, dozens of spears made of blood had already pierced me.

[Owner?!]

After being hit, it was more accurate to say that the attack was like a tree branch with all its leaves in midwinter rather than a spear. The attack even surged from the severed leg and flew towards me.

However, it wasn’t an attack aimed at a vital point, nor was it a powerful attack that would cause instant death.

The feeling that the purpose was to thoroughly block movement was stronger. It wasn’t that it didn’t hurt, but the reaction was well within the expected range, so I was able to laugh again this time, unlike Este, who was shocked.

“Since ancient times, it has been said that if you get hit twice by the same thing, you’re an idiot.”

When you forcefully bite the recovery bead inserted into your molar, divine power spreads with a ‘crackling’ sound. The wound is healed, and the blood thorns that shouldn’t be in my body are destroyed and scattered.

Even though that power couldn’t get rid of the remnants of the evil spirit contained in the blood, it didn’t matter because our proud este was absorbing it.

“You’re dying because you’re sick.”

Thanks to that, the action of swinging Este, who had become like a sword of light, toward his neck was full of energy, as if she were swinging the sword for the first time today.

I don’t know if he could have understood what I was saying, but I hope he did.

If a child whose name is a dragon is taken over by an evil spirit, he will have to die with his insides turned upside down until the moment he dies.

– Kagagak!

While the light filled his vision, the sight of his scales and skin being sliced away did not inspire anything more than I thought. It was just changing the operation of magic to match the timing of Este’s penetration.

Then, the flow of magical power that had been a chainsaw changed into a rampaging blender and tore through the wounds that were only a slight gap.

[Ehgagagagak!]

The effect was great, except for Este screaming like she was crazy. It was incomparable to having to cut off his wings by carrying his entire body, and his neck was cut off so easily.

Magic circles that seemed to have been created by him to stop me appeared all over the place, but there was no way that the proper magic would be implemented while the head was not just cut off and turned into a mash.

However, all I had to do in the middle of the magic circle was to quickly swing the blender. That alone cut his throat in an instant.

At the same time, the unstable magic circles around them disappeared.

[Have you done it, did you get rid of it?!]

The moment when Este’s babbling resurrection spell is heard, and Iranorev’s blood and flesh gushing out behind her, the huge head heads toward the ground.

Even when I noticed that the only eye was still looking at me, all I felt was the feeling that it was finally over.

Even so, the most basic way to block the curse was not felt, but it was purely a reflex action born from past experiences.

The reason was that the Great Devil was messy, but it came to my mind that there are as many clichés of being cursed by a dying dragon and falling into the abyss as there are clichés of killing a dragon and gaining a special ability.

Still, the thought that he would go that far with his name as a dragon crossed a corner of his head, but on the contrary, he also thought that a guy who was dying and ate the energy of an evil god could do something, so he took this action.

-Pajijik!

So, the moment when the sex law collided with the curse and was broken, and I felt a familiar sense of heterogeneity from the ring on my finger.

As I watched the dragon head fall in amazement as if my eyeballs would fall out, my gaze was infinitely calm and aloof.

“…a nasty bastard.”

It was an act of sincerity to raise the middle fingers of both hands toward the yellow eyes that were losing their light full of anger and resentment.

Fortunately, not twice. By the time its neck tumbled to the floor, the body that had lost its owner lost its strength and began to crumble slowly.

It was clear that it was really over, no matter who looked at it, but I couldn’t let my guard down.

How can I put my mind at ease when I have experienced the curse that was launched right before I died.

“Hero!”

In preparation for an unexpected situation, while keeping a close eye on the corpse through the spellcaster while unfolding the curse prevention spells one after another, I kept a distance and protected them. When I noticed that the saintess Deoni and Emmet were approaching quickly, I boldly lifted my hand. He lifted up and restrained the two, shouting.

“Don’t come any closer! You don’t know what other tricks you’re going to do, you poor bastard!”
“…yes?”
“He’s the one who even threw a curse right before he died. I’m afraid someone might feel the energy of an evil spirit…” The

saintess’s complexion turned pale at the word curse, but after all, an abnormal sign was detected in my magic time, so I could feel it properly. There was no time to explain.

“Emmett? Do you know anything about dragons? If you do, you might want to visit.”

Instead, I hurriedly called Emmet, and he looked at me and the saintess alternately with a very mysterious expression, then expressed his dissatisfaction.

“The saintess shouldn’t be cursed, but I can?”
“Actually, since I’m the employer, there’s no warning like that, but I just finished checking. More than that, the mana from his body doesn’t dissipate, but spreads to his skin and scales… What the hell is this?”
“…you can see that with your eyes?”

Judging by the reaction, it seems to be normal. When he nodded his head appropriately, Emmet’s face, which had been dull until just now, was colored with curiosity again.

“Then you must have noticed a change while fighting him?”
“Yes. As the wounds increased, the hardness of the leather and scales decreased.”
“Precisely, ‘the more you can’t keep your composure.’ That’s right. Dragons are related to magic from one to ten.”

Emmett, who had approached the completely dead head of Iranorev and looked around, continued his explanation in a most serious manner.

“Like wizards who couldn’t concentrate on their spells losing their heads due to a rush of spells. Or like a nervous person showing abnormal symptoms such as not breathing properly or shaking their hands and feet.”

He suddenly made a floating sound and said, ‘Do you understand?’ He opens the ax eye to Emmit, who looks at him, and continues his conversation with a bright smile that does not match the horrors around him.

“Dragons are like that too. Whether they were originally born that way, or whether they evolved that way through the use of magic for a long time, we don’t know, but the bodies of dragons are all magical organs. keep it.”

Conversely, if the mana is cut off or there is a problem handling the mana, problems arise, as I have seen.

Unlike the intelligences that can be called dragons, the stark disparity shown by dragons and flying dragons, which are inferior in rank, stemmed from that.

“Beyond something as natural as breathing, the organs were created and ate like that. To retain magic power. As a result, when dragons are alive, they move according to their will, but after death, the magic that tries to dissipate just like a human body builds up fat for survival. There is a phenomenon of forcibly grabbing them. If you try to cut it now, it will be much harder to cut it than before?”

It was Emmett who was accustomed to coming up to my back and explaining. I couldn’t stand being curious, so I swung Este and cut the scales, and it was as he said.

“It’s like post-mortem rigor, so tomorrow all the mana will be gone.”
“Processing and dismantling must have started from then.”
“That’s right. That’s why we have to have a very serious conversation with them from now on in order to save this dragon’s corpse.”

Emmit, who thought he was only looking at Iranorev’s corpse, didn’t even turn his head and pointed his cane at the footsteps, where the beasts lived.

I hoped that Iranorev’s daring dive would not obsess over the fact that the beastmen who appeared from the hollow damaged the sacred footprints, and put Este, who was shouting praises of her greatness, into the scabbard and said.

“Would you like to help me in exchange for a leg?”

No matter how much I chewed up the recovery marbles, mental fatigue was unavoidable, so I spat it out in moderation, and Emmit, who heard me, widened his eyes and nodded with a big smile.

“As expected, one eye for my employer is excellent.”