The Long-Awaited Painting World

"It hadn't been easy."

"It felt like this one battle had used up all the exercise I was supposed to get this year."

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

The moment the wyvern finally died, every Starfire Knight present let out a sound of release. The exhaustion they had desperately suppressed during the battle immediately surfaced on their faces.

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

"This wyvern... it wasn't that big, but it felt much stronger than the one the Holy Light Church raised that we fought before."

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

"Shh. Be careful the dwarves hear that and hold a grudge. A dwarf might jump out from somewhere you can't see at any time."

The wyvern on Wyvern Bridge was immensely powerful. If it were placed in the outside world, it could absolutely serve as a devastating weapon in legion battles and sieges. Just flying overhead and breathing fire would deal a severe blow to the enemy's morale.

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

But after comparing the Holy Light wyverns with the wyvern of Zane Dungeon, the Starfire Knights felt that although this Red Wyvern was rather hard on the eyes and a little smaller—

—it could probably take on two or three Holy Light wyverns at once without any trouble.