Shooting the Dragon, Watch Lothar

"What's going on, Alice?!"

"How did that thing suddenly become so much stronger?"

Although Philip, like Richard, was an outsider who had grasped supernatural power, he had still crossed the threshold. He had his own assessment of the demonic dragon in the sky, whose appearance had abruptly changed.

Philip was not the only one frightened. Alice, the Witch advisor beside him, was as well.

Beneath her wide robes, her fair fists were clenched tightly. Is this the power of a legend? Even a Dracology scholar not known for combat prowess can possess such terrifying strength?

Originally, Shemiel had used alchemy to forcibly piece together a living dragon, which was still barely within the bounds of her understanding.

Frankenstein, after all!

Even a poorly trained village wizard could create an artificial human through repeated, cost-free experiments. It seemed only natural that a legendary spellcaster could piece together a fusion dragon that was "slightly" larger.

But now, this dragon had evolved from a fusion beast into a genuine High Dragon, one that had stepped into the divine domain.

Dragons of this strength generally only dwelled deep in the mountains and forests, transforming their territories into "divine domains." Even legendary spellcasters would gain nothing by entering such a domain and would suffer heavily.

And now, it was as though their "hundred-thousand-strong army" had barged into this dragon's divine domain.

Alice cursed inwardly. Even if the three sisters joined forces, we probably still couldn't subdue this demonic dragon. And that Shemiel hasn't even acted personally yet.

But while she could think that, she could not say it aloud.

"Let's hope this Shemiel is only someone who relies on summons in battle and is otherwise mediocre in combat. Otherwise, we're in trouble."

But no matter how she thought about it, that seemed impossible.

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