One Against Five

The giant dragon circling the sky slowly beat its massive wings, like a great whale swimming through the sea.

It was not Lothar's first time flying, nor was it his first time transforming into a giant dragon. But every previous time he had fought in a dragon's body, he had felt a sense of separation. Compared to now, it had been like piloting a massive exoskeleton mech.

Now, however, he had completely merged with the mech.

True Dragon Transformation was no longer merely one of his transformation methods.

He was the true dragon.

As Lothar familiarized himself with his own strength, he rolled the Scissor-tailed Dragon into a ball and hurled it at the people below like a bowling ball.

"It seems my lord can't wait any longer."

A dangerous gleam flickered in Jeanne's eyes. Little Flag had become far too reckless. Though they had fought side by side many times, Jeanne had always felt that, if possible, Lothar ought to remain safely in the rear and wait for them to bring him one victory report after another.

Rather than taking the field himself and risking his life every time.

Unfortunately, this world had no shortage of powerful enemies. She could no longer, as she had when persuading Little Flag to be crowned in Lansk, pat her chest and promise that she could sweep aside every formidable foe. But wasn't that precisely their failure?

Even Prajna's icy expression tightened into a frown.

With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the Scissor-tailed Dragon hurtling toward them. It was her creation, so naturally she could disperse or recreate it at will.

She raised her head and stared at the red-and-black giant dragon that blotted out the sun, each scale gleaming beneath its rays. Its sheer pressure alone could render lesser dragons