The Might of the Demonic Dragon

"Why had that demonic dragon's breath suddenly become so powerful?"

"Even the Sword of Saint John couldn't kill it?"

Flames scorched the inverted bowl-shaped shield. Every holy knight and battle monk was drenched in sweat. A few individuals with special abilities peered through the terrifying dragonfire and were shocked to discover that, at some point, the three-headed demonic dragon had vanished from the sky.

In its place stood an even more terrifying, vastly more majestic demonic dragon.

Dark red, crown-shaped dragon horns grew from its head. When it spread its wings, they seemed capable of blotting out the clouds and sun. Fine dark red scales, like exquisitely carved works of art, covered its body in orderly layers, as though countless precious rubies had been set into its hide.

It looked even larger than the Hurias landship, yet its enormous body did not seem bloated in the slightest. If not for the sharp bone spines along its backbone that added a touch of savagery, it could hardly even be called a "demonic dragon."

The three-headed demonic dragon circled above the red-black dragon Lothar had transformed into, feeling quite exhilarated. "Burn! Destroy! Spread the shadow of death! Let those mortals who disrespect true dragons witness the power of us superior dragonkind!"

Billowing smoke blotted out the clouds and sun.

Blazing dragonfire dyed the entire world dark red. Magma-like volcanic divinity flowed through the gaps in the Red-Black Dragon's scales. As he beat his wings, he scattered countless showers of fire.

"Are you telling me what to do?"

Still breathing dragonfire, Lothar even had the spare attention to send a message. "Get down there and burn the enemy landships! Slack off again, and forget about advancing. Spend the rest of your life as a weak, lowly young dragon."

Though the three-headed demonic dragon