White Dragon's Head Severed, Demon Dragon's Long Howl.
Lothar stared at the white dragon, its body gradually collapsing until only a jade-white skull remained, and felt a faint unease.
This demon dragon bore Jörmungandr's aura and seemed, like the Obsidian Dragon, to have been born from Jörmungandr's remains. It was tied to a world-ending calamity, yet it had been dealt with so easily? He had not even activated True Dragon Transformation, much less revealed his trump cards.
But on second thought, the Obsidian Dragon, born from Nidhogg's remains, was probably around this level of strength too.
Besides, this thing had been unlucky. Kuokochu had hunted it down before it could fully mature. After its death, it had been made into a shamanic artifact, weakening it another level. It was only natural that the Dragon-Slaying Crossbow could kill it.
"You have an artifact specifically meant to restrain spirits."
Though phrased as a question, it sounded more like he was speaking to himself.
Kuokochu looked calm, as though he had readily accepted his defeat.
In truth, his heart was far less calm than he appeared.
Both the Spirit of the White Dragon and the Dragon-Slaying Spear were works he had been proud of. Yet before Lothar, these two artifacts had performed so miserably.
Did that not mean that, without Destiny on his side, his own talent and wisdom alone were simply incomparable to Lothar's?
"What an extraordinary young man. I have seen countless heroes in my life, but most were few and far between, their reputations undeserved. Only True Lord Chongyang could truly be called worthy of his fame. Now, it seems I must add you, Khan Lothar, to that list."
Kuokochu's figure suddenly appeared beside the white dragon's skull. He raised a hand and stroked the indentation left in the skull