The heart-rending screams tore through the sky, making the shattered ruins tremble.
Within the twisted firelight, the tattered cloak burned to ash at once. The skeletal guise created by the Conquest Armor vanished, and the rusted armor melted into molten iron.
The molten iron fused with flesh and blood, burning and charring its way through the gaps between ribs and into the internal organs in an instant.
In the end, flames did not merely surge inward from outside. White-hot fire also erupted from the seven openings of the faces covered in molten iron.
Dozens of human torches suddenly appeared within the shattered golden shield.
Meritellie, Cliff, Freya... In the orthodox faiths of the Northern Continent, the endless abyss used to torment the most wicked seemed to have descended at this very moment, within a radius of only a few meters.
Perhaps because of an instinctive infusion of magic power before death, the golden shield held for roughly another second before the viscous incendiary substance of the Dragon Breath swelled it until it burst from within.
The blinding firelight completely concealed every gruesome sight.
Boom!
The surging Dragon Breath expanded in an instant, scorching the air, dust, and everything flammable, triggering a violent explosion.
Within the range of the fierce shockwave, towering ruins collapsed. Even intact buildings could not withstand the gale and tremors, joining the ruins one after another.
In the blink of an eye, the entire upper district of Ban Ard New City, along with more than half of the Handicraft District, had become unrecognizable.
"The power... was this great..."
The cloak of the Conquest Armor snapped wildly in the gale.
Even Ailin's mouth fell slightly open, his mind shaken by the Black Dragon's all-out Dragon Breath.
Hm?
The witcher's senses suddenly warned him. Ailin, who had never let