Tail sword
Inside the cave, a purple-haired girl was adjusting a bunch of Magecraft instruments. Countless fragments were being stuffed into an unknown jar, where they began to decompose as magic flowed. At the same time, images appeared in the empty cave.
The cave was quite spacious, roughly the size of a Western restaurant kitchen, with an even larger space below. From there, the roars of dragons could be heard from time to time.
The purple-haired girl looked down at the dragon below, which seemed to be draped in the starry night sky, and leaned against the rock wall with a sense of helplessness, watching the blurry image appear above. In the image, light flickered continuously, and countless figures appeared within it.
A man wielding an iron hammer, shrouded in lightning, battles a giant serpent and a giant; a giant wolf opens its blood-red maw and swallows a person whole; a man with his face burned and disfigured laughs wildly before disappearing in the flames of war; and then there is the most terrifying figure in the sky, a giant engulfed in flames.
"Sure enough, a few are missing."
The purple-haired girl muttered to herself, then closed the record, took out some dry rations and started eating. Every now and then, she would glance down, pick up a piece of dried meat, and casually toss it down.
Immediately afterwards, the roar and howl of a giant dragon erupted from below. The purple-haired girl covered her ears, her face full of helpless bitter smiles.
"Sigh, the hero summoned by Human Order has been reduced to this state. He could still occasionally sense his reason before, but now it seems he has completely lost his way."
That's the downside of the Counter Force; it gets completely messed up by any unexpected factors. Hopefully, Skadi can get here soon.
As the terrifying roar of the dragon beneath her filled the air, the girl put the sandwich and hot tea into her mouth.
Outside, Bai Mo and the others had quickly arrived nearby. Looking at the layers upon layers of Fafnir around them, Sigurd was speechless. The evil dragon that had once been so troublesome actually numbered in so many.
Something doesn't seem right.
Sigurd looked down at his group of old rivals, his brow furrowing slightly, a cold glint in his glasses.
"Generally speaking, dragons are greedy and ferocious, acting very independently and possessing a strong sense of territory. It's practically impossible for dragons gathered together like this to be so orderly."
Unless, they sensed something, or were restrained by a larger Dragon Kind.
Dragons, as the most powerful Phantasmal Species, hold a pivotal position in various mythologies. From the red and white dragons of Celtic mythology to Vritra of India mythology, even the Clock Tower of the Mage's Association, whose location in London is related to a dragon named Albion.
Such creatures are generally difficult to control. But now, these dragons have been circling this place. Since the people of the Wandering Sea are in this mountain, if these Fafnir were targeting her, they should have razed this place to the ground long ago.
Bai Mo frowned slightly, his senses instantly penetrating the area, and in an instant, he saw the purple dragon deep within the cave.
"There is indeed a Dragon Kind inside that is much stronger than these, but... something seems strange. This creature is blocking the only way to get deeper in; it's more like a guardian than an intruder."
"In that case, how about we deal with these external Fafnir first?"
Bai Mo nodded, approving of the plan, and the three figures vanished from their spot in an instant. A Fafnir, on the outer perimeter, circled around, looking around like a sentry.
Suddenly, several azure arcs of light flashed, instantly striking Fafnir's throat, wings, and eyes. In an instant, a sharp demonic sword pierced its chest, slaying the evil dragon almost instantly.
Sigurd pulled the demon sword Gram from Fafnir's heart. These weapons, enhanced by special powers, combined with his own skills and strong anti-dragon properties, allowed him to defeat the evil dragon almost instantly, giving it no chance to unleash its power.
He frowned slightly as he looked at Fafnir's glowing tail.
I've never heard of Fafnir having this move before, and why does this light have such an eerie feel to it?
The runes on Sigurd's body flickered, and even for someone of his stature, wielding such power came at a great cost, so he could only end the battle quickly.
Having dealt with the sentries, he prepared to venture deeper into the surrounding area and eliminate them one by one. However, for some unknown reason, a heart-wrenching dragon roar echoed from a distant cave, reverberating throughout the forest. Instantly, all the Fafnir in the vicinity seemed to bristle, taking flight and spewing flames at their surroundings.
In an instant, the mountain forest was engulfed in flames.
"Bad luck? Or did that thing sense something?"
Bai Mo frowned slightly. At this moment, the guy inside had already rushed out like a madman.
"Ortlinde, there's no time to deal with them one by one. If these Fafnir are indeed acting on the orders of some guy, then we need to take care of them all before they arrive."
Bai Mo waved his hand, and the Magnetic Field Heavenly Blade swirled around him, surging forth like a torrent at the mouth of the sea. With a rustling sound, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, it aimed directly at the enemies.
Ortlinde pulled up the reins of Gullfaxi, and her whole body transformed into a golden ray of light. Under Bai Mo's control, Gullfaxi ran as if it were on the sea.
Magnetic Field Power of 750,000 units surrounded Ortlinde, coiling around the pseudo-divine declaration, and the golden spear in her hand flashed countless afterimages. Every time Bai Mo's Magnetic Field Heavenly Blade severed a Fafnir, Ortlinde's spear would take its life, making it impossible for it to come back to life.
Golden flashes flickered continuously within the crimson torrent. The previous adjustments with Gullfaxi had enabled Gullfaxi to apply a certain amount of his power to Ortlinde.
With a swift steed and a wielding spear, Fafnir was sent plummeting from the sky in no time.
The last and obviously larger Fafnir was the furthest from Bai Mo, and it hurriedly took flight the instant Bai Mo exerted his strength, trying to escape from among them.
Don't even think about it.
Bai Mo and Ortlinde spoke in unison, and a Magnetic Field Heavenly Blade instantly cleaved its body in two. The spear, imbued with Magnetic Field Power, was like a rising star, splitting its head in two.
After confirming that this was the last one, Ortlinde breathed a deep breath. However, she suddenly felt a chill, the rocks trembled, and the huge mountain shattered into pieces like a birthday cake hit by a football.
From within the mountain rocks, a colossal dragon, its body entirely blue-purple, draped in starlight, and engulfed in raging flames, burst forth, charging towards Ortlinde with overwhelming force.