Overgeared

[You are faster than Hayate.]

The huge eyes that originally contained the universe were on fire—it was ominous because it seemed to imply a fire that would engulf the whole world.

[You are stronger than Hayate.]

Trauka was honest in his assessment of Biban and Marie Rose.

In fact, Biban’s big sword had grown to its limit and was relentlessly breaking Trauka’s red scales. On the other hand, Trauka’s Breath, pouring out in all directions, couldn't even touch Marie Rose’s hair. It missed time and time again.

Nevertheless, the flow of the battle wasn’t good.

Trauka’s front paw, which had bright red skin exposed, finally grabbed hold of Biban’s large sword and prevented him from moving it. The claws were the original source of the dragon weapon. Now the more strength that the claws used, the more the giant sword screamed like it was going to break.

Marie Rose suffered persistent burns from Trauka’s snorting that exhaled the residual heat of the Breath. She was forced to use the power of vampirism to recover.

[However, that isn’t enough to replace Hayate.]

The reason why Trauka was critically wounded by the Dragon Killing Sword was because it was the rule of the world. It was a rule based on none other than the laws made by Hayate himself. It was unique and great. It was an extremely unconventional power that made the originally perfect Old Dragons incomplete. Moreover, the reason why the ‘weight’ of Hayate’s sword was lighter than Biban’s sword was because Hayate was controlling the ‘Infinite Sword Energy.’

It was an obvious ploy. Looking back now, Hayate was a tenacious and clever hunter. In order to subdue the beasts that were bigger and stronger than himself, he set an invisible trap at every moment. Then he sacrificed himself to tempt the beast to step into the trap.

The reason why Trauka acknowledged Hayate’s greatness, but hated and cursed him to the end, was because he had repeatedly felt the illusion that he had become a small object when fighting Hayate.

Meanwhile, it was different against Biban. Biban’s swordsmanship might be sophisticated and powerful, but Trauka didn’t feel uneasy. Trauka could handle swords that were bound by the rules.

[Also, Hayate had convictions.]

The history of the desert—the traces of blood shed by all creatures that had lived on this land as they went through countless events and incidents, reacted to Marie Rose’s magic power and surged up. The sight of it eventually forming a sea was overwhelming.

In fact, the sea of blood was corroding and weakening Trauka’s scales. The intense heat evaporated half the blood, but Trauka felt a great deal of pressure. Still, it was at a bearable level.

Trauka couldn’t imagine himself falling. It was because Marie Rose wasn’t desperate. Unlike Hayate, who believed that Trauka must be killed and destroyed, she had no intention of risking her life. She was in a position to discuss eternal life, but she acted more insignificant than Hayate, who lived with only one life. In a way, it was a difference in belief.

[Therefore, you will be reduced to ashes.]

Trauka took a step forward and the sea of blood, boiling like lava, overflowed uncontrollably.

Biban was unable to free himself because he was caught by the sword. He ended up covered in blood and suffered terrible burns all over his body.

Marie Rose actually recovered thanks to it. No matter whether it was hot or cold, as long as it was blood, it was always beneficial to her. Instead, she used the blood that poured in like a tidal wave as a resource to unleash dozens of types of blood magic.

Trauka didn’t bother to cast protective magic. He simply swung his wings widely and created a storm. The dozens of spells failed to hit Trauka and missed. Each spell had an accuracy correction imprinted in it but it was useless. The spells swept away by the storm corrected their trajectory. However, they soon exploded uncontrollably, unable to withstand the air pressure before they could reach Trauka.

“How ignorant.”

Canceling out magic with physical force—Marie Rose’s position as she shook her head at that sight was abruptly under Trauka’s chin. It was a place that was difficult to see due to a dragon’s physical structure. Her hands were imbued with blood and sharpened like a sword, cutting at the Adam’s apple.

Loud sparks occurred and Trauka’s scales were severed. The cutting surface was neat. A clear scar was carved on Trauka’s neck where his defense was lost. Of course, the wound wasn’t deep. It was practically impossible to dig into the thick flesh of a dragon and cut through the bones when the power of the blood sword was halved by cutting through the scales. Additionally, the cut scales were regenerating in real time.

the regeneration was completed, only to suddenly turn to mist and disperse. At

“Haaaaaap!”

and watched a half-moon sword light engraved in the space. It was an arbitrary reduction and expansion of the size

Trauka’s Adam’s apple just

fully work right now was due to the wound that Hayate inflicted on

only I had

his teeth. The blood and sweat flowing from his head mixed together like tears. They

to stand beside Hayate, who stood alone in the way of the Old Dragons. Of course, most of the tower members would’ve ended up killed by Kubartos, but reality was still cold. Biban was keenly

seem cornered right now, but Biban knew that things would turn around the moment Raiders or Nevartan arrived at the scene. This was why Biban resented himself for not being

the vain dream of ‘I will

easily and beautifully as a fairy tale? Suddenly, Grid came to mind. The benefactor he was grateful to who had given him hope many

was the aftermath of blocking Trauka’s tail, which flew through the sea of blood that was split in half. He was pushed completely out of the

“Cough...!”

was mixed with shattered pieces of his internal

no time to deal with the pain and used Shunpo. He went back the way he came. He repeatedly narrowed the distance to the far away battlefield while clearing

to

would be foolish to hold back power in preparation for the Old Dragons

joined. It was right to aim to clean up the situation before that. He burned his life force, whether it was out of a desire to not make Hayate’s sacrifice

should’ve been like this

a dragon with jewel-like red scales continuously breathed

muscles in Biban’s arms started to swell when he saw the desert, which was covered in blood and fire and looked more vicious than the old

sword became smaller. However, the expectations and weight multiplied

that bestowed the title of ‘god’ on a single human being and made him an Absolute. The potential contained

[......!]

laughing at the ugliness of Marie Rose, who missed the

he felt

Hayate definitely died?

identity of the presence and Biban’s

his body and he was falling like a comet. He had a desire to kill Trauka without fail. It was as if he

couldn’t understand his target. It was to the

lit up the night were extinguished in an instant. The desert

that rose from the mouth of Trauka as he raised his long neck upright. It was the precursor to the Breath that was created by absorbing not only his

never be able

impossible to avoid it from the time it was shot. The pillar of flames

just fell

the possibility of killing a dragon with his blood-covered hands while holding the image of the target, Trauka, in his unwavering hands. In an instant, he threw himself into the Breath

Slayer wrapped around his body shook like it would go out. The cracked skin heated up like live charcoal. The blood of Biban’s body evaporated. The ten fingers of

Soon—

time Biban pierced through the Breath and arrived in front of Trauka, he only had three mummified fingers remaining. Even these fingers were turning to

been burned down. Nevertheless, the appearance of Biban not letting go

[...Kuaaack!!]

second scream. He couldn’t endure the pain that far exceeded the total amount of pain he

as ugly. Biban’s tenacity was special to her as well. The smile disappeared

to vampirism. A sip of the blood

was a fact that Trauka

[How... dare you...?!]

red. It was Trauka’s heat. He operated his wounded Dragon Heart at the cost of tremendous aftereffects. The result was certain. Just before a drop of blood touched Marie Rose’s skin,