The Long-Awaited Painted World

"It hasn't been easy."

"I feel like this one battle has used up all the exercise I was supposed to get this year."

"Damn it, my weapon melted! Can Repair Powder still save it?!"

The moment the wyvern finally died, all the Starfire Knights present let out sounds of relief. The exhaustion they had desperately suppressed during the battle immediately appeared on their faces.

Seeing these tough men who had stood firm even against a dragon collapse to the ground with a clatter as soon as a gust of wind passed by, seizing every moment to rest, the area was filled with heavy panting.

"This wyvern... It isn't that big, but it feels much stronger than the one raised by the Holy Light Church that we fought before."

"That's called concentrated essence. Aren't dwarves the strongest humanoid race?"

"Shh. Be careful the dwarves hear that and hold a grudge. A dwarf could jump out from somewhere invisible at any time."

The wyvern on Wyvern Bridge was extremely powerful. If it were released into the outside world, it could absolutely serve as a devastating weapon in legion battles and siege warfare. Something like that flying overhead and breathing fire would deal a severe blow to the enemy's morale.

The Holy Light Church had wyverns raised in captivity. Every one of them was an elite-class monster, and they were larger than Sain's wyvern. Their signature glittering golden scales were exceptionally eye-catching on the battlefield, and other churches had wanted to raise such monsters for publicity as well.

But after comparing the Holy Light wyverns with the wyvern from Sain Underground City, the Starfire Knights felt that although this red wyvern was rather hard on the eyes and a little smaller—

It could probably handle two or three Holy Light wyverns at once