Diogo's body was enormous, and the span of his fleshy wings was immense. Thus, when his three heads were badly injured by his own dragon-breath fireballs and he fell from the sky, his wings remained spread. His huge body glided off to one side, slamming heavily into a small hill outside Madam Ross's secret stronghold, half his body sinking deep into the hillside.
Before Diogo could crawl out of the hill, half its summit collapsed. The more than two-hundred-meter-high mass of earth came crashing down onto his spine, making him grunt dully. His body, unable to exert strength freely, suddenly went limp, and he sprawled on the ground in a wretched heap, unable to move.
Arthur and Ais Te jumped from Diogo's dragon head at once. Arthur furiously greeted Diogo's mother. That damned three-headed Dragon King had actually sneezed while attacking the enemy! Good heavens, Diogo's dragon-breath fireballs were terrifying attacks powerful enough to blow even himself to smithereens. Three fireballs had exploded inside his huge mouths; it was already sheer luck that Diogo's heads had not been blown apart.
But Arthur could not be bothered with whether Diogo lived or died. What he cared about was his own safety.
If Diogo's own fireballs had blown his heads apart, would Arthur not have been dragged down with him? That would have been equivalent to taking the full force of Diogo's fireballs at point-blank range. Arthur was not confident he could survive such an attack.
Ais Te, however, instinctively sensed that something was wrong. Diogo was the three-headed Dragon King, a three-headed Dragon King nearly at the demigod realm! How could such a robust giant, one who had survived countless savage battles in the Dragon Abyss, cause such an absurd mishap at the instant he launched an attack?
A sneeze? Such