"Damn...
Who are you?"
Red Dragon Tiranin roared furiously.
She sensed a tremendous threat from the newcomers, unlike anything before, and tensed instinctively.
But Amifkent's followers charged forward without a word.
They were highly skilled and superbly equipped, landing several savage blows in an instant.
One burly man wielded a Level 3 Excellent Quality Equipment warhammer. Purple Aura radiated from it as it slammed down.
Tiranin's wounds were jolted, and terrain restrictions prevented her from taking flight. She took the blow head-on.
At the same time, Amifkent drew several strange bones and muttered an incantation, releasing sorcery.
"Bone Cage Spell!"
Unlike an ordinary bone cage, whose huge fangs rose from the ground, these fangs clamped around the Red Dragon where she stood.
The Red Dragon roared furiously and struggled violently, smashing apart many of the fangs that rose one after another.
During this, shadows shifted behind Roy, while countless strands of hair lashed out like tentacles, twisting fiercely with activated vitality.
Tiranin struggled in fury and even breathed fire, but aside from burning the squad members with area damage and making them scream, the flames could not harm the hair at all.
The hair had somehow acquired an intangible, incorporeal quality.
Finally, after a fierce struggle, the newly arrived reinforcements found an opening and thrust their spears at Tiranin.
The Red Dragon roared as the Dragon Slaying Weapon sank deep into her body. Her powerful vitality immediately drained away like air from a punctured balloon.
"Roar!"
Amid a heaven-shaking boom, the dragon's body crashed to the ground.
Roy noticed that the weapon was indeed extraordinarily effective.
Once struck, she suffered grievous wounds just like an ordinary person and immediately lost the strength to fight.
"Egson, now!"
Amifkent sent an urgent telepathic message.
According to the "script" he had written, Egson