“Huh, ha!”
Richard displayed a form akin to an upper-compatible version of I’taar.
It was no longer just about dodging everything.
Richard was already close to being a first-class martial artist who could create variables on his own.
A bear-shaped monster charging in. By pushing its slashing forepaws away with his hands in time, he employs compliance.
Together with deflecting attacks, as his stance crumbles, he twists his waist and lands a spinning kick.
The monster’s head shatters and it collapses. Behind it, he grabs the neck of another leaping monster, drives a knee strike, and slams it to the ground.
In the process, angles and openings are created. The weakness stemming from a lack of experience is covered by the traveling party.
When Ereta swings her axe to repel a monster, Aslan follows up with Purity to finish it off.
As Aslan grabs and kills a monster exploiting the gap, Ereta cleaves another one that attempts to take advantage of the opening.
Whenever colossal beings charge in, Phey, who has been weaving through the battlefield, flies like the wind and severs their heads.
With the falling head, the monster collapses, and the party continues the battle without a scratch.
If this keeps up, the situation will surely turn around. The tyrant dragon soon roared and took action.
Goo o o o o o o o!
A ferocious bass that resonates deep within. The dragon roars while slamming its forepaws into the ground and raising its body.
Drdrdrrk, Chheng!
Cracks appear on the membrane-like covering on the tyrant dragon’s body. Black liquid flows down its body.
Shaking off the streaming liquid, the tyrant dragon emerges from the abyss with its true form.
Kung, Kuung. With the thunderous weight of its body, the tyrant dragon raises its forepaw towards Aslan and his group.
Twisting his body, the raised forepaw aims for annihilation.
Hearing the sound of the wind generated by the massive body’s movement, Aslan shouts.
“Disperse!”
The group didn’t ask why. They immediately moved. Just as the forepaw descended toward the dispersing group, Aslan lifted Purity.
Chheeeerrrrr!
The resounding boom. There was no blood soaking the floor beyond that.
The enormous forepaw had merely been halted by the disproportionately small greatsword.
Purity imbued with the balance of order. Aslan blocked the dragon’s attack, much like how he had parried the Supreme Divinity’s Sword’s strong strike, and the dragon roared.
Goo o o o o o o o o o!
The force pressing against the sword increases, and weight is added. However, Aslan withstands without kneeling even a bit.
Amidst swirling winds that stir up dust before settling, Aslan stands at the center with the blade of purity upright.
The direction the blade points is upward, the direction the forepaw strikes.
Uhdhdhdhk!
As the blade begins to split the forepaw along its length, the dragon hastily tries to withdraw it, but—
Kwajijijik, Seogeh!
Aslan moves first.
The severed forepaw rolls heavily on the ground, attempting to grab Aslan.
The ground groans as it’s dragged. However, Aslan doesn’t step back despite being pulled along.
The rolling forepaw heading toward Aslan is pushed away by an arrow powerful enough to crush mountains.
Kwarrrrrrrr!
An accompanying thunderclap sends an arrow flying. It pierces precisely through the wound on the heavy forepaw, driving it away.
As the forepaw is pushed aside, the ancient deity lets out a scream and turns its body.
What it swings next is its tail.
Not a tail resembling a hammer of fire and mithril, but one shaped like a spear tip.
A sharp and powerful blow capable of bisecting fortress walls in a single strike. A tail symbolic of a being who was once the king of gods.
Unlike tails made for creating fire and mithril, this one is purely destructive.
Aslan blocks it with Purity.
Kaahaaaang!
Metal cries out, and the tail stained with the abyss is stopped.
Sparks fly and set the ground ablaze, but the dragon doesn’t hesitate and keeps moving.
Groo o o o o o o o!
The tone of the roar changes, and the tail strikes repeatedly.
It resembles a chaotic assault.
Countless black streaks cutting through the air converge on Aslan.
At the center, Aslan withstands the attack.
The tail striking from above is blocked and deflected by Purity.
The retreating tail approaches again from the side like a sweeping motion, which he wards off with Purity used as a shield.
It glances off smoothly with a metallic clang.
Next comes a diagonal downward strike. He counters diagonally upward, driving it away.
There is no excess in any of these movements.
It was an extremely refined swordsmanship. With this extremely refined swordsmanship and a sword that transcends reason, Aslan was blocking blows capable of slicing mountains and fortresses alike.
It was a sight reminiscent of a giant and a dwarf engaging in swordplay.
An unbelievable, mythic scene witnessed by the naked eye.
Compared to the tyrant dragon, the human was incredibly small, yet stood firm, deflecting the mythical attacks of the dragon.
“O Lord of War and Knowledge…”
An exclamation echoes from atop the wall, and the abyss also alters its actions.
Judging that pressing forward would be meaningless.
The unified will of the abyss makes a decision and acts.
Graaaah!
Aslan cannot move. He must block the tail aimed at him.
While others might not be able to do so, the abyss uses monsters to target Aslan during this gap.
A method only the collective consciousness of the abyss can employ.
However, Aslan neither panics nor stops upon seeing the charging monsters.
Because he has comrades.
Cheeek!
A werewolf-shaped monster charging in. Its neck snaps from Richard’s powerful knee strike, and Ereta decapitates it.
A monster circling widely to target Aslan from a distance they cannot reach is shredded into pieces when a red lightning streak passes by.
Monsters fall with each passing red streak.
A few with particularly free forms rise again and head toward Aslan, but—
Eeeeeeek, Kwajik!
They stop when a golden spear flies in and pierces them.
They cease as they burn away from the electric current flowing through the spear.
The woman, Lumel, joins in, pulling out the spear, scattering countless monsters across the ground.
Each thrust of her spear fells monsters in one hit, and those approaching to kill her cannot cross the barrier of her sword.
Blocking with her sword and thrusting with her spear. Through this simple combination, the monsters die before reaching Aslan.
A nerve-wracking scene.
But the abyss has no emotions. Neither does the void and chaos absorbed by it.
Void and chaos calmly attempt to swing the tail once more.
Before they can, someone arrives.
“Hup!”
A short yell. But the result produced was far from light.
A greatsword rushing forward at full speed. Rotating as it flies, it takes the shape of death itself, akin to flames.
That disc-like cutting power slices through the tail just as it was about to strike.
Goo o o o o o o o o o o o!
The severed tail falls to the ground, and void and chaos thrash their body, scattering the abyss.
The tail and forepaw have been cut off.
Regeneration will take time.
Thus, another method must be employed.
While the dragon contemplates this, the monsters scattered before the fortress begin dying one after another.
“Fire! Fire! Fire!”
Attacks are launched from the fortress.
Cannons are fired, magic is scattered, and spears are thrown by humans.
Those who had hidden out of sensing defeat.
Those who retreated to preserve their lives.
Those who accepted defeat and hoped for another chance.
They leap back into the battlefield, encouraged by the sight of a mere human fighting on equal terms.
“Maintain formation! Charge!”
With the sound of galloping horses, a group of cavalry charges through the monsters heading toward Aslan and his group.
“Healing and enhancement first! Manifestation school, standby! Unleash firepower all at once!”
Healing and enhancement magic scattered by the wizards wraps around the battlefield, infusing vitality and life.
“Fire!”
“Absolutely do not retreat! Hold your ground! Beyond this point lies the empire’s land!”
Archers and infantry become a wall in place of the group.
Within that wall, the group captures and kills the monsters.
They completely destroy the monsters that keep rising and regenerating multiple times.
Void and chaos deeply loathe the sight.
Even with a brain deteriorated by death, they feel a vivid anger.
This anger and irritation have no clear cause.
Desiring to vent this anger and irritation immediately, they do so.
It isn’t mere cursing.
Gooooooowwwwww!
A sound of something solid coalescing. Dark masses gathering in the maw condense and are swallowed.
This was truly a symbol of the dragon’s power.
A fragment of creation and the greatest authority of void and chaos.
Breath.
A breath that reverts everything to nothingness.
The condensed black shadow in the opened maw is swallowed, and void and chaos open their mouth.
Just as the concentrated power inside the throat is about to be unleashed—
Suddenly, among the humans, void and chaos spot a single human lowering their stance.
A human holding a sword that shines like a dying star, glaring at the dragon.
[Remaining morale: 20]
A human focusing with superhuman concentration, accurately targeting the dragon’s neck.
[Remaining morale: 10]
Sweat pouring down, gripping the hilt, holding the blade with a hand stained black.
[Remaining morale: 0]
Though uncertain, a human more dangerous than thousands of soldiers.
Void and chaos sense this, sharply turn their head, and aim to exhale the breath toward Aslan.
The concentrated void in the throat. The blackly burning power of annihilation is about to be fired when someone shouts.
Accompanied by the shout, the severed tail lying on the ground is swung.
With crimson hair fluttering and golden eyes blazing fiercely.
The tail swung by Angie’s transcendental strength. Its target is the dragon’s maw.
Coinciding with the release of the annihilation power, it collides with the tail.
Kwaahhhhhhhh!
The moment the power collides with the tail, it shatters into tiny pieces and vanishes as if it never existed.
Its role completed.
Indeed, it was so.
As the breath dissipates and the tail disintegrates into darkness, beyond that dark mist—
Aslan was lowering his stance.
Holding in his hand the light that burns like a dying star.
“Star Slash.”
With a voice that transcends reason, the star is launched.
Despite the long distance, the large enemy, and the attempt to dodge by turning its head at the moment of launch—
Ignoring all causality, the piercing strike splits the dragon’s head.
For the strike reaches the star.
The moment the dragon’s head is severed, its massive body collapses into the abyss.
Kuuuuhhhhhh!
The surging black liquid seeps back into the black sea, and the dragon’s corpse gradually sinks beneath the waves.
Amidst the rain of black liquid, Aslan stands still in the posture of having swung his sword.
Cheers echo from all around.
Soldiers cheer in joy, marveling at the fact that the entire situation was reversed by just one person.
However, Aslan does not respond.
Even as his companions approach with various expressions, Aslan remains unresponsive, exhaling a breath.
With the faint traces of concern, Aslan sighs.
[Main Quest in Progress]
[! Defeat the High Priest of the Abyss Void and Chaos Deity]
Since the battle is not yet over.
