The Crystal Dragon watched Kyle charge at him, flapped his wings to pull away, layered on dozens of Magic Shields, and roared, "Human, what are you doing?"
In an instant, four pairs of wings appeared behind Kyle, and the blood-red Angel's Armor began to form around him.
"An angel, you..."
Before the Crystal Dragon could finish speaking, ten layers of his Magic Shields were shattered. Terrified, he turned and fled.
That human had been the same last time, chasing after him with a sword without a word. Now this hateful angel was the same, charging at him the moment they met.
In the blink of an eye, Kyle appeared along the Crystal Dragon's escape route and, with a full-force strike, blasted through a hundred layers of Magic Shields.
The massive body plummeted toward the ground and crashed heavily into the snowy mountains.
As the mist dispersed, the Crystal Dragon covered himself in dozens more layers of Magic Shields, then fled toward where that human was, fear in his eyes.
"Lord of Gem Dragons above, please bless your follower. From now on, Liaton will offer you one gold... no, one shiny Silver Coin every month."
As he fled, the Crystal Dragon could not help praying to the dragon god he worshipped.
Although he had not prayed in thirty years, he still considered himself the Lord of Gem Dragons' most devout follower.
In a daze, a phantom radiating holy light appeared before him.
Bang—
Velin placed a hand against his forehead, watching the Crystal Dragon vanish into the snowy mountains. "How miserable."
"Indeed." Lester shook his head and sighed. "But that Crystal Dragon's turtle shell really is thick. Even Kyle's strike just now failed to break through his Magic Shields."
Deep within the snowy mountains, Kyle hammered the Crystal Dragon's turtle shell