What the Hell Are You So Arrogant About?

"Roar—"

Sere... let out an angry roar, leaped into the air, and fled.

His enormous body was at least five or six hundred meters long. With his wings spread, he blotted out the sky and the sun. He flew at tremendous speed, triggering a string of sonic booms.

"Just as cowardly as expected."

Anse immediately guessed Sere...'s intentions. He most likely wanted to lure Anse into Storm Spire and find a way to seal him.

This was probably one of Sere...'s trump cards.

But Anse had come from the future, and he had even enjoyed the other party's "electric therapy" service.

His six wings beat as he flew at full speed, reaching several times the speed of sound—yet he moved soundlessly, without sonic booms or vapor trails.

"This feels great."

It had been a long time since he had gone all out. The feeling was especially exhilarating.

Sere... desperately beat his Dragon Wings, churning the tranquil sky into chaos as clouds roiled and surged.

Yet the flight ability he had always been so proud of did not help him escape the antimagic aura. The distance between them rapidly closed.

"Don't you even have the courage to fight?" Anse teased.

Sere... was clearly powerful, yet he had constantly tried to avoid a direct confrontation. His style was completely different from that of the White Dragon Heliasius and the Red Dragon Trax.

"The High Arcane Society is no good. If you work with them, you'll be finished sooner or later." Sere... abruptly changed direction, trying to shake Anse off.

"Is that so? I think the High Arcane Society is pretty nice. Elana is beautiful, and she has such a pleasant voice..."

"You don't understand the situation at all. The reason Tashalamar Church was able to grow so large was because of their