Effortless Gains

"Ow!" Before everyone's astonished eyes, Roland's legs gave out and he dropped to his knees in a formal bow. He only managed to keep himself from collapsing completely by forcefully supporting himself with Myriad Dragon Chants, but the weapon now felt as heavy as a mountain in his hands!

"Roar!" Kott swung his neck and dragged Roland and Dos back. He had been the first to notice something was wrong. That terrifying strike had most likely drained both man and dragon dry...

"No... one told... me this thing had such horrible backlash!" Roland lay on the ground, gasping as he stared upward. He had felt nothing when Myriad Dragon Chants drained his strength, but the moment he swung that spear, the aftereffects hit! All Roland could say was that this divine artifact was really something! Nothing happened while it drained him dry, but the effects only showed after he used it!

"Divine artifacts are not so easily wielded!" Kott exhaled a mouthful of Dragon Breath, blocking the Orcs attempting to ambush them as he spoke to Roland.

At that moment, Kott's voice overlapped with Osbaia's in Roland's ears. Now he understood what Osbaia had meant by saying that he might not be able to control that divine artifact! Even fully unsealed, Myriad Dragon Chants could only be swung once after draining him dry...

"We may not be able to keep those two here!" Dos Antony said between ragged breaths. As a Fourth Tier Dragon Knight leading a group of dragon-blooded beasts, he simply could not hold back two sixth-tier Orcs. Furthermore, most of the dragons were badly injured. Nearly all the drakes had lost their ability to fight and were fleeing the battlefield. They had already fulfilled their duty and fought for their emperor; the instinct to survive had overcome