Crimson Edge (4)

"Fight back! We must fight back, or death will be our only fate!"

Desk Flamegold gritted his teeth and spoke to his two remaining companions.

However, Klein did not answer. In his blue eyes, an illusory clock was ticking. With the rhythmic movement of the hands, his expression became increasingly solemn, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Ingrid, seemingly terrified and devoid of the will to fight, stood aside clutching her scepter, whispering, "No, we cannot win."

"Stop, Descartes."

Please.

Desk shook his head slightly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Ingrid had only been with "Crimson Edge" for a year. Unlike the adventurers who came from humble backgrounds, this Cleric was more like a flower in a greenhouse, and most of the battles she had experienced were overwhelming.

"I will never let this be the end!"

"Hunt. Sworn Enemy!!"

Finally, Dex Flamegold flapped its wings and flew toward the enemy, disregarding everything else.

"Evil Breaking Slash!"

He raised his golden longsword and swung it in mid-air in a graceful arc. As he moved, a crescent-shaped beam of light ripped through the air and cleaved the earth.

This was the vengeful Paladin's all-out attack! "Whoosh—"

However, Keosius simply let out a soft whistle, and his body was surrounded by star-like Energy Scales, which directly blocked the slash.

However, Dex Flamegold did not lose heart.

The Paladin, transformed into a "Avenging Angel," flapped his wings, skimmed across the ground, and swooped down.

Soon, he gritted his teeth and flew over the Red Dragon, gripping the golden longsword in his hand and roaring ferociously.

"Evil dragon!"

"The great ' Dragon Slayer ' Desk Flamegold will take your head!"

However, in the face of this colossal creature over thirty meters long, the vengeful Paladin who charged forward without hesitation appeared as insignificant as Don Quixote charging at a windmill.

"The Soul of Revenge!"

With a furious roar, Dex's longsword, a symbol of the authority of his oath of vengeance, gleamed.

The illusory figures of Grom, Lano, and others appeared around him, their spirits born of a thirst for revenge launching an attack on the seemingly invincible enemy.

However, the next moment, Desk felt a gust of hot air, and the huge red figure dodged away and appeared behind him.

Whether it was the Channel Divinity or the Soul of Revenge, both were crushed by the almost tangible dragon's might.

He frantically flapped his wings, trying to create distance from the enemy, while continuously slashing with his golden longsword—but all of this was in vain, the enemy was simply too fast.

The sky is the Pure Land of Avenging Angel, but it is also the domain of dragons.

The enormous, menacing claws seized the Paladin out of thin air, as if grasping a fragile bird.

"Got you?"

"Keosius said calmly."

Desk exerted all his strength, raising his sword to stab the claw in a desperate struggle.

But the Red Dragon only exerted a little force, and Desk's armor was crushed and collapsed, his body became a bloody mess, blood vessels appeared in his eyes, and he spat out a mouthful of thick blood.

For the first time, Deske felt that his life was in the hands of the enemy, and that he could be killed at any moment.

In his seemingly unwavering eyes, a long-lost fear finally appeared—he was afraid, he wanted to live.

"Stop, stop."

"My lord, I... I don't want to die."

Keosius moved him in front of him, looked at him with a half-smile, and asked in a low voice, "What reason do you have for me to spare your life?"

"You should know that you are the 'Great Dragon Slayer '. Since you have chosen this path, and since you are not capable of killing the dragon, then you will be killed by the dragon. This is only natural."

"Me, me."

Deske's purplish lips trembled slightly.

He never imagined that his earlier words, meant to save face, would become his death warrant.

After thinking for a long time, he inadvertently saw the emblem on the hilt of his sword and finally thought of a last resort for survival.

"You cannot kill me! I am the Chosen One, the messenger of Lord Amanata!"

Hahahaha!

Keosius suddenly burst into laughter, his wings flapping behind him and his laughter slapping the ground, making it rumble.

"Did you see that old Silver Dragon that was glowing all over just now? With divine artifacts on its body, that's the standard equipment for Chosen One."

"But you, ha, a penniless wretch like you who doesn't even have a single legendary item on your body—do you dare call yourself Chosen One?"

"In addition."

He drew out his words, staring once more at Desk in his claws, a fierce glint in his pale golden pupils, and an intense dragon's might emanating from him.

Suddenly, Desk felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Because he only heard one sentence.

"I hate people who deceive me."

Before he finished speaking, scorching flames suddenly erupted from his claws, engulfing Desk Flamegold.

"No--"

"I don't want to die yet."

Soon, accompanied by unwilling roars and mournful howls, the flesh and blood were burned to ashes in the flames, turning into ashes that danced in the wind.

However, it left behind a heavy, luxurious suit of armor and a gleaming golden longsword in the Red Dragon.

"Oh?"

"I misjudged it. It really is a legendary item, but its tier is a bit low, and it has an extra layer of magical disguise."

"Tsk tsk, they're really cautious."

Keosius casually shook off the remaining ashes in his claws, fiddled with the equipment left behind by Desk, and a hint of unexpected surprise suddenly appeared in his tone.

But without a doubt— Desk Flamegold, the captain of the Crimson Edge, a renowned "Dragon Slayer" in the land of Fadlan, was now completely dead.

Being killed by a dragon is indeed the fate of most Dragon Slayer.

You either withdraw halfway with wealth and glory, or you persevere on the path of self-destruction. There are never heroes at the end of the dragon-slaying journey; only depravity and death remain.

"Team, Captain."

Seeing her captain, with whom she had spent every day, die before her eyes, Ingrid couldn't help but cover her mouth, but still let out a gasp.

But she was completely helpless. The dragon exuded an aura of dragon might that was like Anti-Magic Field, making it difficult for even her divine spells to work, let alone ordinary spells.

Klein's face was filled with disbelief. The illusory clock in his eyes had shattered.

That's a special ability of the Time Mage—

[Converging Future]

He can see into possible futures and magically guide one of those futures onto the things happening around him to ensure a specific outcome occurs.

Klein already constructed a model for the teleportation spell, preparing to leave this place.

However, when he spent a great deal of time and effort to see into his future, he discovered that in every future, as long as he activated the teleportation spell, his fate would be exceptionally tragic.

What chilled him even more was that he couldn't see the future of that Red Dragon.

Klein wanted to glimpse fate, but the "Dragon Prince" seemed to be shrouded in a hazy silver mist.

"Trespass!"

Even his own spirit was impacted by some kind of majestic force, as if a terrifying dragon thousands of meters long was roaring and howling in his mind.

"No, that's impossible."

Klein stood there muttering to himself, two streams of bloody tears flowing from his eyes.