King Slayer! The Obsidian Dragon of Slaughter!

Dragons had no souls.

It was a very strange feeling.

A section of the dorsal spines was missing, leaving a hollow in the hard black scales beneath him, just large enough for someone to sit in.

Sitting in the hollow, he could feel scorching heat seeping from the hard black scales. Powerful heartbeats rose and fell dully alongside its breathing.

Every sign proved that the Black Dragon was alive.

Yet it had no soul.

Its spiritual power was immense and dispersed, yet mechanical and cold.

Not the slightest emotional fluctuation spilled from the enormous Black Dragon.

It seemed to be nothing more than a living shell.

When Ailin "blinked" onto the Black Dragon's tail, his spiritual power immediately merged into a vast, majestic, yet utterly empty sea of consciousness—and he instantly became the master of that sea.

With a turn of his thoughts, the Black Dragon's mountain-like body would move at his command.

"What was this?"

Closing his eyes, he stroked the hard scales and carefully felt his control over the Black Dragon's shell. Ailin raised an eyebrow.

"A biological mech? A dragon Gundam?"

Beast Roar: Dragon Call had turned out even more unexpectedly than he had imagined. He had thought it would summon a dragon from the distant past, one that believed in Shagdarzhab—the god of roars, hunting, and taming, the supreme deity of the One-Eyed Clan.

Just moments ago, he had been considering how to explain to the summoned dragon why a human Witcher could wield the One-Eyed Clan's Path of the Beast Roar.

He had even considered...

If things went badly, if Beast Roar: Dragon Call summoned hostile monsters of every sort like the Conjunction of the Spheres, he would take the chance to flee amid the chaos.

After all, he had caused such a huge disturbance.