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[Grr...!]
Dsiouros trembled, his diamond-shaped eyes shaking with extreme fear just from facing Raon.
-Mmm!
Wrath licked his lips as he examined Dsiouros’s entire body.
-That beast has gotten quite fat! The fat is so firm that it’s sure to give it a spicy kick when roasted!
He clicked his lips, suggesting that they should season it and roast it immediately, now that the Light Wind division had sheathed their swords.
‘You have no right to call me crazy…’
It was unimaginable to suggest healing a wound inflicted with astral energy. This was the craziest being he had ever met. Raon cut off Dsiouros’s horn with his flaming blue demonic sword.
[Hmph…]
Dsiouros shrunk his entire body at the feeling of his horn, the hardest part of his body, being cut like paper.
“The Dragon Lord visited you recently, didn’t he?”
Raon looked at Dsiouros with calm eyes, as if he already knew everything.
[How… how do you know that…?]
Dsiouros swallowed hard and rolled his eyes, which were bigger than his body.
- “And so he did.”
It seemed that, just as he had expected, the Dragon Lord had visited the Ancient Dragons to tell them about future plans.
It’ll be easy to extract information from this one.
Dsiouros didn’t know that Latiru had leaked information. Given the confusion of the current situation, it seemed better to use the dragon’s confused mental state to get information.
“Shut up and answer my questions.”
Raon grabbed the Divine Sword that he had stuck into the sand. The heat emanating from the blade brushed Dsiouros’s face. Red blood gushed from under the dragon’s eyes, where the Sword Aura had passed.
[Puaj…]
Seized by the fear of death, Dsiouros slowly opened his enormous maw.
[Yes, as you said, the Lord visited us recently.]
He immediately revealed the truth, judging that Raon knew everything.
-He told you to prepare for war, didn’t he?
Raon moved the hand holding the Demonic Sword as he watched Dsiouros’s trembling eyes.
[No, no. You… how…?]
While Dsiouros stammered in confusion, the sand piled up around him rippled like waves.
[What are you? Were you the human with golden hair and red eyes that the Lord warned us about…?]
He wrinkled his snout in shock at the series of incomprehensible situations. That reaction alone was enough of an answer.
‘The human with golden hair and red eyes that the Dragon Lord warned about must be the grandfather, not me.’
The human with golden hair and red eyes that the Dragon Lord had warned about was undoubtedly Glenn. After all, his past self wouldn’t have been important enough to catch the Lord’s attention yet.
«So they really were preparing for war.»
Given Dsiouros’s answer and the situation so far, it seemed certain that the dragons were preparing for war on the side of the Four Demons.
‘Damn lizards.’
It was absurd that these so-called mediators of the world were preparing a war behind the backs of beings they pretended to lead the continent to destruction.
-This King told you that, didn’t he?
Wrath shook his head as if he were disappointed.
-Those lizards are good for nothing but eating! They are a plague that must be killed at sight!
He snorted, dismissing them not as messengers of God or mediators of the continent, but as mere nuisances.
Plagues? In a way, that makes sense.
Raon chuckled as he placed his foot on Dsiouros’s snout.
What else did he say?
Raon tilted his chin after taking a deep breath.
[That’s all. He only told us to prepare for war and to be careful of you.]
Dsiouros shook his head, really thinking that Raon was Glenn.
“That can’t be all.”
Raon slowly extended his hand, bringing the flaming blue demonic sword to Dsiouros’s eye.
[Seriously, that’s all! He only said that a war that will shake the continent will happen soon, so we should recruit more Guardians!]
Dsiouros trembled his jaw, insisting that that was truly all.
“You’re being troublesome.”
Raon licked his lips briefly and stabbed the inside of Dsiouros’s gums with the Demonic Sword. The dragon’s flesh split like cheese under the ice sword, and crimson blood gushed out.
[Gruaaaa!]
Dsiouros thrashed his entire body and let out a heart-rending scream, experiencing pain like never before in his life.
“There’s no need to treat this trash lizard humanely.”
Dsiouros had ignored his duty as a mediator and had created a factory to enslave humans and dwarves for the crafting of gems.
“And in such a terrible cave, no less.”
Having rescued the hostages, Raon was able to inspect the inside of the lair, which was no different from an oven. If even he, with his high fire resistance, could feel the heat, it must have been hell for ordinary people and even the heat-resistant dwarves.
Torture was too good for a lizard that kidnapped and tormented humans and dwarves solely to satisfy its own desires.
“You better open your mouth quickly. I’m not known for my patience.”
Raon smiled coldly, indicating that the intensity would only increase.
[Urgh…]
Dsiouros rolled his terrified eyes from side to side, as if desperately trying to remember something.
[Now that I think about it…]
He slightly opened his mouth, and blood still dripped.
“Now that you think about it, what?”
Raon tilted his chin, urging him to speak.
[When I asked the Lord when the war would begin, he said that the humans under the volcano weren’t ready yet.]
“Under the volcano?”
[Yes. He said he would tell me the place later and that I should go there myself…]
Dsiouros shook his head, insisting that that was all.
«A volcano, huh?»
Finally, a clue. The continent is huge and has many volcanoes, but with the manpower of the Five Kings, it shouldn’t take long to find an artificial one.
“Who is under the volcano?”
Raon looked at Dsiouros, slightly tilting his Divine Sword.
[I don’t know. He just told me to go there later!]
He shook his head, saying that the Lord had only left those words before disappearing.
“That’s disappointing.”
Even within the Four Demons, the tendencies of Derus, the White Blood Religion, and Eden were very different. It was frustrating that he couldn’t prepare and attack accordingly without knowing their identity.
«But one thing is certain now.»
Raon frowned as he looked at the bright golden sky.
‘The Dragon Lord knows the location of the Four Demons.’
As discussed at the Five Kings’ Conference, it was clear that the Dragon Lord not only knew the location of the Black Tower but also the whereabouts of the remaining Four Demons.
“Well, what next?”
Raon nodded after imprinting the location “under the volcano” in his mind.
[I, I don’t know anything else!]
Dsiouros shook his bulging eyes, insisting that he had told everything he knew.
“It doesn’t seem that way to me.”
Raon licked his lips briefly.
It’s true! I’ve told you everything I know!
Dsiouros shouted that he had told his conversation with the Lord word for word.
“Well, you see…”
Raon licked his lips again and raised his Demonic Sword once more.
“I’ll have to ask your body.”
Smiling sinisterly, he placed the Divine Sword and the Demonic Sword under Dsiouros’s scales. He pushed in all the heat and Cold Energy as if he were torturing a human.
[Gyaaaah!]
Dsiouros began to go crazy, his eyes rolling back in what seemed to be the greatest pain he had ever experienced.
-Hey!
Wrath shook his head fiercely, as if telling him to take it easy.
“Don’t try to stop me. This beast enslaves innocent people.”
-It’s not that! If you torture him too much, the stress will make the meat tough.
He raised a finger, saying they should give him some time to rest.
‘…’
Raon looked at Wrath with a dumbfounded expression.
‘What am I going to do with this glutton…?’
* * *
“Mmm…”
Raon lowered his eyebrows as he looked at Dsiouros’s neck and face, now reduced to rags.
«It seems he really doesn’t know anything else.»
Even after torturing him by stabbing his tongue with the Ice Demonic Sword, which was Dsiouros’s weakness, the beast didn’t open his mouth. It seemed certain that he had told all the information he knew.
[Urgh…]
“Dsiouros.”
Raon approached Dsiouros, who was groaning as if he were on the verge of death.
[Puaj!]
Dsiouros looked down, seemingly terrified just from seeing him.
-I’m going to ask you one last thing.
Raon moved his finger, pointing at Dsiouros.
“Where is the Dragon Lord’s lair?”
Now that things had come to this point, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to deal with the Lord before finding the Four Demons. If he caught him, he would naturally find out the location of the Four Demons.
[I, I don’t know.]
Dsiouros shook his head, spitting out black, dead blood.
“You don’t know the location of his lair?”
[That’s right. The Lord only visits us directly, he’s never called us to his lair.]
He trembled his blood-stained snout as he looked Raon in the eye.
[Besides, dragons don’t have much interest in their own kind…]
Dsiouros shook his head and said that he didn’t know the lairs of other dragons either, not just the Lord’s.
“It seems to be true.”
Judging by Dsiouros’s expression, this statement also seemed to be true.
-He’s probably right. Dragons don’t care if an Ancient Dragon or a High-Rank Dragon dies, unless it’s a young hatchling.
Wrath snorted, saying that they were the least united species in the world.
“Alright. That’s all then.”
Raon nodded calmly and raised his Demonic Sword, its blue light beginning to dissipate.
[What? What do you mean “that’s all”?]
Dsiouros raised his neck urgently.
[Didn’t you say you would spare me if I talked?]
“When did I say that?”
Raon chuckled and shook his head.
“Your only chance of survival was catching those guys.”
He sneered, pointing at the Light Wind swordsmen.
“I never said I would spare you if you answered my questions.”
Raon waved his hand and said that it was just an illusion in Dsiouros’s head.
[Ay!…]
Dsiouros trembled his jaw as he realized that he had made a big mistake.
[No, wait!]
“It’s time to go.”
Raon swung his demonic sword towards Dsiouros’s neck as the dragon tried to gather mana to fight. A sharp sound, as if cutting paper, was heard, and a blue line appeared on Dsiouros’s neck. With a brilliant, icy light, the frozen dragon’s neck shattered.
[Ah…]
The dragon that had lived for thousands of years and had abandoned its beliefs as a mediator fell to the cold desert like a mere lizard. Raon shook the blood off his Divine Sword and Demonic Sword after confirming that Dsiouros had breathed his last.
-This King sees everything.
Wrath narrowed his eyes at Raon.
-You wouldn’t have spared that lizard even if he had beaten children, would you?
‘Of course not.’
Raon nodded without hesitation.
“There’s no need to keep promises made to trash.”
As Wrath said, even if Dsiouros had won against the Light Wind division, Raon would have immediately unleashed his Sword Control to subdue the beast. Such a lizard had no right to live.
‘Better than I thought…’
Raon licked his lips as he looked at Dsiouros’s corpse, his eyes dimming.
‘The harvest was good.’
He had captured Dsiouros, an Ancient Dragon, weakening the enemy forces; he had obtained information that one of the Four Demons was under a volcano; and he had rescued many hostages. It was all gain, without a single loss.
‘Ah, one more thing.’
Raon smiled as he looked at the Light Wind swordsmen.
“Those guys gained confidence and experience.”
The Light Wind division managed to hunt an Ancient Dragon and realized their own strength. This experience will be a great help in the next war.
-There’s more!
Wrath raised his finger, saying that he wasn’t done yet.
-We can eat dragon barbecue now! And it’s a red dragon, the one with the best spicy flavor!
He smiled and said that was the biggest gain of all.
“Sigh…”
Somehow… Raon felt a little sorry, as if he had ruined Wrath himself.
“Whew, is it finally over?”
Burren let out a long sigh, as if releasing the tension he had been holding in until the end.
“This time I really thought we were going to die. I almost peed myself when that breath came at us!”
Martha wiped the cold sweat off her forehead, remembering the moment when the fire breath was about to reach them.
“The heat was unbearable…”
Runaan shook his head, as if he disliked the heat of that region more than the battle with Dsiouros.
“To be honest, I wanted to run away, but everyone else was holding me back…”
Kerin dropped his shoulders and said that he endured thinking of his comrades by his side.
“Jejeje…”
Dorian examined Dsiouros’s corpse from various angles, letting out a creepy laugh as if he had never cried. He seemed happy at the thought of putting that corpse in his bag.
“He’s really crazy…”
Trevin shook his head and said that Dorian seemed insane.
“That’s why he can survive in the Light Wind Palace.”
Mark Goetun smiled calmly and said that they should get used to it from now on.
“Umm…”
As Raon sheathed the Heavenly Drive and the Blade of Requiem, which had returned to their original forms, a dry voice was heard from behind.
“We are so sorry for asking you why you saved us…”
“We were disrespectful to our benefactor…”
“Please forgive us.”
The people who had been prisoners of Dsiouros apologized for their words when they saw the breath, bowing their heads.
“It’s alright. I understand perfectly.”
Raon waved his hand, smiling without resentment.
«For them, Dsiouros must have been both a demon and a god.»
Those people had been kidnapped by Dsiouros and lived for a long time in a lair filled with nothing but heat. It was natural for people who had been living only because they couldn’t die to be terrified at the sight of Dsiouros’s breath.
“Thank you for saving us.”
Latiru knelt on the sand, truly grateful.
“I will repay this debt somehow.”
He bowed his head and said that he would repay more than his life was worth.
“We feel the same! We’ll surely repay this debt!”
The dwarves behind Latiru also bowed their heads, shouting their gratitude for being saved.
“That’s why rescue missions are the best.”
“We don’t do it for gratitude, but seeing faces like these makes it all worthwhile.”
“It makes me want to work even harder in the future.”
The Light Wind swordsmen greeted the people and dwarves to thank them. When the dwarves finished greeting and stood up, their eyes suddenly lit up.
—¡Benefactor! I know it’s crazy to ask, but could we see your sword?
“Where did you train your swordsmanship? That wasn’t an ordinary aura sword!”
“What are you going to do with the dragon’s corpse? We can craft you weapons or armor!”
The dwarves, after thanking him, began to unleash their desires. They approached with zombie-like movements, eager to see his sword and his swordsmanship.
“That… can wait…”
Raon shook his head and looked at the darkening desert.
“We should leave this place before it gets even darker.”
He suggested retreating first from this infernal land and looking around.
“Ah, before that, if you could tell us where you originally lived, we’ll send you there.”
Raon looked at the people and dwarves and asked them to tell him where they lived.
“The mountain where we lived was destroyed by Dsiouros. So…”
Latiru licked his lips and looked at Raon.
“Could you take us into your faction?”
He bowed his head as if he were begging.
“Please!”
The other dwarves also bowed, asking to be accepted as new recruits. However, some seemed to lick their lips, not because they had nowhere to go, but because they wanted to see his sword and his swordsmanship.
“Since I’m not the Head of House of our family, I’ll simply take note of your request for now.”
Raon smiled and turned his gaze to the people.
“And you…”
“Our village was also destroyed by Dsiouros.”
An old man with a face as wrinkled as tree bark shook his head.
“It was a village right in front of this desert, but with a gesture from that beast…”
The old man trembled his lips and said that the entire village had been burned and buried under the sand.
“Then, for now, let’s all move forward together.”
Raon nodded, deciding to return to Zieghart with everyone.
“First we have to take care of the corpse and the loot left here.”
Of course, they had to collect not only Dsiouros’s corpse but also the treasures he had accumulated.
“That’s right! We know everything, so we’ll bring it to you!”
Latiru nodded and rolled up his sleeves.
“Our time to shine has finally come!”
“Let’s start by processing that damn dragon’s corpse!”
The dwarves licked their lips, eager to help split the dragon’s corpse and move the remaining items.
“Ah, there’s no need for that.”
Raon gestured back, telling them to rest.
“Dorio.”
-¡Sí! ¡I was waiting for you to call me!
Dorian raised his hand in greeting and opened his bag in front of Dsiouros.
“Eh?”
“What? What are you trying to do?”
“Even if it’s a subspace bag, a whole dragon corpse won’t fit…”
The dwarves blinked in confusion.
“It’s alright!”
Dorian shook his head as if he were telling them to watch and lifted Dsiouros’s dead tail. When he inserted the tip of the tail into his bag, the dragon’s corpse, which seemed big enough to cross the desert, was instantly sucked inside.
“Eh?”
“How, how is this possible?”
“What kind of subspace bag…”
“Monsters! You’re all monsters!”
Not only the people who had been taken hostage, but also the dwarves opened their eyes wide in surprise. Their expressions seemed even more surprised than when the Light Wind Palace had defeated Dsiouros.
-What? You’re not going to eat it now?
Wrath gestured with his hand, insisting that they should question Dsiouros immediately.
“The hostages are exhausted. We need to rest first.”
Raon waved his hand as if to calm Wrath.
-Then give me something else! Haven’t I been hungry all day?
‘No…’
-Let’s eat! Bring whatever you want!
While Wrath was throwing a tantrum like a little kid, a message appeared.
[You have successfully hunted an Ancient Dragon.]
[All skill scores increase by 10 points.]
[Trait…]
[Title…]
Raon nodded his head towards Wrath as he looked at the message.
‘Here it is. Your food.’
He pointed to the blue-tinged message and said it was coming out abundantly.
-No, why is this coming out! You didn’t even catch it!
Wrath shouted, asking why he was getting the reward when the Light Wind Palace had killed it.
‘You’re right. The Light Wind Palace won, but… Ah! Because I delivered the final blow?’
Raon snapped his fingers. Thinking about it, he was the one who had killed Dsiouros in the end.
-Final blow? There’s no such thing! Damn system! This king didn’t set it up like that!
Wrath yelled, asking why it was moving on its own.
‘Mmm…’
Ignoring Wrath’s outburst, Raon narrowed his eyes as he examined the last part of the message.
‘A new title…’
Dragon Slayer?
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Thanks for the support
Again?? ah that title was not given by the system no it was right wha???
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