First Victory

"Roar--"

The Dragon's roar echoed across the entire island.

Before his [Gluttony] spiraled out of control, he certainly knew how to conceal it. Using the ability of "Psychological Invisibility," he could make his dragon roar and Dragon's Might might only affect the desired targets.

But he's out of control now.

Thus, he unleashed a roar that came from Demigod level, uncontrollably affecting the mind.

The only good news is that the attacker is currently high in the air, so the sound will be greatly attenuated when it reaches the ground. In addition, the target is not specifically aimed at the people below, so it will not Destruction their spirits.

Even so, the roar still cast a deep psychological shadow on the people on the ground.

People going to work, eating, walking; in bars, at the Moulin Rouge, at home; commoners, vagrants, prostitutes, pirates, Sailor —everyone heard this voice at the same moment!

Ordinary people would be terrified and tremble upon hearing this. But extraordinary people are somewhat immune to it and wouldn't lose control of their bladder or bowels on the spot, or burst into tears. Many people immediately looked up at the direction from which the sound came.

Then they saw the legendary Dragon, and a black knight confronting Dragon!

Medici.

Luther stepped into the wind and silently recited in his heart.

The out-of-control Demigod is extremely dangerous; he must use all his strength to resolve the situation as quickly as possible.

"Oh, another Demigod."

Inside him, the Red Angel whistled and chuckled.

Soon, blood began to seep from the surface of Luther's armor. The blood, tinged with the color of rust, tinged his jet-black armor with a deep red hue. A dozen or so fireballs, blue with a hint of blazing white, formed around him, reflecting off his armor.

The Demigod- level "Hunter" authority is activated at this moment!

Luther stared intently at the Dragon before him. He noticed a tiny point of light on the dragon's forehead, about the size of a scale. This point of light was so out of place within the Dragon's powerful body, like a lump of coal in the snow—undoubtedly, this was the Dragon's weakness.

"Weakness Detection!"

"Boom!"

Luther manipulated the fireballs, directing them precisely at the Dragon's body. These flames didn't cause much damage, but they certainly enraged the Dragon. It roared Frenzy, flapped its wings, and charged towards Luther. A breath of transparent Dragon Breath was rapidly accumulating in its mouth.

Once out of control, its reaction was almost like that of a wild animal!

"Very good."

Facing the charging Dragon, Luther chose not to retreat. Instead, he gripped his sword with both hands, folded his arms in front of his chest, and prepared to thrust forward. A fierce Storm surged beneath his feet as he charged towards the Dragon!

And so the people on the ground saw this strange sight: Dragon as huge as a mountain charged forward at great speed, while on the other side, a black knight came from the opposite direction, leaving a long black tail trail in his wake.

--It was as if the sky itself had been stained by that blackness, and had become dim.

The two sides collided in the next instant.

"Roar--"

Then, an even more awe-inspiring dragon roar reverberated in everyone's hearts. They stared wide-eyed as the seemingly unstoppable, powerful Dragon let out a mournful cry, causing the entire island to tremble.

The black knight's Greatsword pierced its forehead.

"Brush."

Luther, standing on the dragon's head, exerted a little force and drew out his pitch-black "Blade of Flesh and Spirit".

Dragon blood splattered from the wound, landing on his black armor.

A terrifying weapon capable of annihilating both body and soul, piercing through the Dragon's most fatal weakness, even Demigod would find it difficult to resist. Therefore, the out-of-control [Gluttony] quickly lost its luster in its eyes, and lost its buoyancy at such a high altitude, falling freely.

"It's resolved."

Standing atop the dragon's head, Luther was filled with emotion.

After being promoted to "Black Knight," he won his first battle, proving that he had a great advantage against ordinary Sequence 4 opponents. The only problem was that he had some conflicts with the Psychology Alchemists, which [Gluttony] belonged to, from their president to [Gluttony], the so-called Council member.

What bothered Luther even more was the name that [Gluttony] had shouted before he died. It seemed to be his faith, his reliance, which was why he was so desperate and insane when he was abandoned.

"I think I've heard this name before."

Luther felt something was familiar, as if he had heard something similar before, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Call--"

He was plummeting rapidly alongside the Dragon, the air whizzing past his ears, the clouds hurtling upwards. The islands on the ground grew clearer, streets, houses, trees, and everyone's eyes widened in astonishment. Hmm, Anderson?

Luther noticed that the Hunter was somewhere on the island, surrounded by a large group of people, and seemed about to be arrested.

So he began to adjust the direction in which the Dragon was falling, accelerating its descent in that direction.

"Boom!"

In just a few seconds, the earth rapidly expanded before him, until the tremors followed.

A surging wave of air crashed against the ground, the impact causing many to fall. Their faces were filled with terror, a terror that had originally come from the fearsome Dragon, but which intensified and intensified when they Consciousness the Dragon had been slain, and that the slayer was the black knight standing atop its head.

Luther casually scanned the crowd, noting that among them were extraordinary members of the Church of Storms, adventurers, and Loen soldiers carrying powerful Steam rifles.

Everyone who met his gaze immediately lowered their heads, showing extreme fear.

"Blood Bishop! Blood Bishop!"

A richly dressed man slumped down beside the bishop, screaming shrilly, the wetness between his legs escalating, "You actually did that... to..."

Luther, annoyed by his noise, glared at him, which terrified him so much that his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"Is Anderson still alive?"

He then turned his head and looked at the "Strongest Hunter" who was surrounded in the middle.

"I can't say."

Anderson felt everyone's gaze and couldn't help but give a wry smile.

With so many people watching, the [Blood Bishop] personally came to his rescue and even spoke to him, which completely confirmed that the two were in cahoots. As a result, he would probably really end up on the wanted list.

Since things have come to this, it seems the only option is to join Gascoigne's pirate ship.

However, Anderson had a very good mindset; he was only bothered for a few seconds before recovering. He stretched and quickly ran to the Dragon's side.

"Is this guy the Demigod?"

He asked excitedly.

"Yes, don't get too close. He was out of control before he died, and the Spirituality he emitted might affect his intelligence."

Luther sheathed his sword and walked down from the dragon's head step by step.

Everyone present watched him, not daring to make a move.