"Quick, let's go! I'll handle these guys!"
With a sharp shout, Rujierd finished speaking.
His figure had already transformed into a blur, tearing into the dragon horde like a whirlwind breaking through an enemy formation.
Sizzle--!
The spear flashed, piercing out with a force like lightning.
A Black Wyvern's throat was pierced by a spear, and it let out a shrill, mournful cry before dying.
It then crashed to the ground with a loud thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Seeing this, the other Black Wyvern all flapped their wings and took to the air.
It wasn't a hasty retreat, but rather a strategic buildup.
To unleash their innate racial talents from a more advantageous position:
Air raid!
The Black Wyvern possesses enough individual combat strength to rank among the top A-class creatures. It is covered in hard scales and combines speed and power.
Moreover, these monsters are accustomed to traveling in groups, are skilled in aerial combat, and are extremely mobile and difficult to deal with.
This is why swarms of Black Wyvern are specifically classified as an S-class threat—far more terrifying than the simple sum of their individual combat capabilities.
Nine Black Wyvern circled and hovered high in the sky, their sharp eyes like those of bloodthirsty hunters, calmly scrutinizing every flaw in their prey below.
Suddenly--
Two of them suddenly broke their wings and swooped down, their blood-red mouths wide open.
Two streams of crimson flames shot out in a crisscross pattern, one to the left and one to the right.
Like a meticulously laid crossroads of death, it surged forth with a scorching heatwave!
In a flash, Rujierd leaped into the air.
The sand beneath their feet kicked up clouds of dust as they narrowly passed through the gap between the two pillars of flame.
However, before he could catch his breath...
From the side and rear, two more dark figures swooped down through the air.
It's still a pincer attack from both sides, still that tricky, unpredictable cross-angle that's impossible to defend against!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang--!
The gun barrel swept horizontally, taking two blows head-on, sparks flying like a sudden rain.
Several Black Wyvern took turns suppressing him, using flame breath, claw attacks, and tail sweeps to create countless unpredictable angles, trapping Rujierd in a strangling situation surrounded by enemies on all sides.
Even the veteran general, who has weathered thousands of years of storms, is now showing signs of decline, his figure becoming increasingly unsteady.
Two figures stood quietly on an open ground a hundred meters away.
One of the red-haired girls held a long sword, her eyes burning with passion.
Every now and then, he would tiptoe and raise his arms, making a half-step forward motion.
Its eager, ready-to-strike appearance resembled a wild horse being tightly bound by its reins, poised to break free at any moment.
Rudeus, seeing her barely concealed expression, couldn't help but chuckle slightly and said:
" Eris, do you want to go up there and slaughter all those stinky dragons?"
Eris turned her head sharply, two boiling flames igniting in her eyes:
"I want it so badly! I really want it!!"
"Then let's go, Eris!"
Rudeus's voice was calm and resolute:
"Remember—I'll always be watching over you."
Eris suppressed her overwhelming excitement, her shoulders trembling slightly as she slowly turned around.
With his left hand dragging the heavy greatsword, he walked step by step toward the battlefield with a solemn sense of mission.
He slowly raised his right hand and gently placed his palm on his chest.
Two years...
Her voice was so low that it seemed only she could hear it.
It was as if it had been squeezed out with great difficulty from the deepest part of my heart, from the heavy pressure of those long years.
"Two whole years...!"
"After enduring this for so long, today—I can finally let loose!"
"Restrictions... Liberation!!"
After saying that --
Magic surged forth from her palms like a floodgate opening.
Behind Eris, several intricate and exquisite magic circles appeared in response.
It quietly swirls and unfolds in the air, shimmering with light and color, like a blooming star.
At the same time, a chilling pressure suddenly spread outwards from her body in all directions.
Like a silent yet inescapable giant wave, it suppressed all the air currents within its radius.
Then, Eris staggered forward a few steps.
It's not a health problem.
Instead...
"So light..."
She murmured softly, her steps becoming lighter than ever before, as if she had been freed from a thousand-pound shackle.
That long-lost, exhilarating sense of freedom washed over my entire body.
If she were to face Ghislaine head-on right now, she was confident she could fight him!
No need for further thought.
Before consciousness could even begin to connect with the brain, the body had already seized the initiative and firmly grasped all control.
brush--!
Where she had just stood, only swirling smoke and dust remained.
Looking further into the distance, a blinding streak of blood-red light ripped across the sky, like a line of crimson flame traversing the entire battlefield!
Eris gripped her greatsword tightly with both hands and slashed horizontally at the two closest Black Wyvern.
Sizzle----!
The four pieces of the corpse crashed to the ground, splattering blood everywhere.
The other dragons then seemed to awaken from their daze, frantically flapping their wings in terror as they fled towards the higher reaches of the sky.
Immediately, the dragons opened their mouths in unison, and scorching fireballs poured down like a torrential downpour!
Eris remained calm, raising her broadsword, a thought flashing through her mind—
[ Form Transformation ]
A bright crimson light suddenly shone from the sword, and the giant sword split in two, transforming into two light and agile one-handed longswords.
She clenched her fists tightly...
And just as those fireballs, accompanied by howling air currents, were about to engulf her—
With a flick of the wrists, the two swords spun and danced like wheels.
The dazzling sword light burst forth like fireworks, shattering the overwhelming attacks and turning them into scattered sparks!
However, the dragons' offensive showed no signs of abating, their roars echoing from all directions, as if mocking their prey beneath their feet.
No matter how great one's abilities, one can never reach the heights they soar.
Eris took another volley of shots with her bare hands, her body suddenly staggering back several steps.
He crossed his two swords and raised them to protect himself—then closed his eyes.
( Eris, I remember now! I remember the magic channeling techniques Rudeus taught me!)
She slowly, deeply exhaled a hot breath...
Suddenly--
His eyes snapped open!
At that moment, raging flames shot up from the two sword blades, instantly raising the surrounding temperature.
"You bunch of stinking dragons!!"
"Let me play this song—the final chapter of death!!"
" The Magic Sword Style's Ultimate Technique--!!"
"[Infernal Prison - Thousand Flower Slash]!!!"
Swish! Swish! Swish swish swish--!!!
Swords flashed and flames soared into the sky!
More than a hundred blazing sword energies surged forth like a burst dam, accompanied by a devastating roar.
It swept indiscriminately towards the group of Black Wyvern that were scattering and fleeing in the sky!
The dragons flapped their wings desperately, trying their best to break free from the sky shrouded in sword energy.
However...
That was nothing more than their last futile fantasy before they died.
It took less than ten seconds in total.
Charred and smoking limbs and fragments rained down from the sky, crashing to the ground with a thud, filling the air with the lingering aroma of flesh.
[ Emotion Points +3000 -- From: Rujierd ]
Rujierd stood there, stunned.
From the moment that crimson streak of light suddenly entered his vision, his jaw never closed again.
"This... this is real? This... this..."
He, who was usually so knowledgeable and worldly-wise, couldn't even string together a complete sentence at this moment.
"Eris, well done."
Rudeus floated slowly to her side, his tone calm yet generous in conveying the praise to her ear.
Eris excitedly threw herself into his arms, the joy of battle washing over her like a tidal wave.
It was surging and intense, lingering for a long time.