Chapter 83: The Dragon King
A thousand-mile-eye, the Dragon’s Leader, descended leisurely from a spot several kilometers away from the “Bottomless Pit.”
Heavy as it was, the landing sent tremors through the ground—its massive claws sank deep into the earth.
Dust rose in a cloud. It paused, as if taking a breath, then opened its maw wide and roared toward the distant sky!!! The sheer volume and shockwave sent shivers through my body, pressure so intense it numbed me.
“Hey, Leo! What the hell are we supposed to do about that monster?! That’s no human fight! We can’t win against something like that!”
Wang shouted, furious, voice cracking with rage.
“I know! We didn’t come here blind, did we?!”
He bellowed, making sure the Dragon’s feet were firmly planted on the ground!
“Gres! Measure it!!”
“Got it, boss!”
Gres used his “Thousand-Mile Eye” to scan the spot where the Dragon had landed. The Thousand-Mile Eye wasn’t just a skill for better appraisal.
It could measure anything precisely. Right now, he needed the exact coordinates—latitude and longitude—of where the Dragon had touched down.
After finishing the measurement, Gres wrote the data onto paper. He handed it to Luka, who folded it tightly, then tied it to the nock end of his arrow.
“Count on me, Luka!”
“Leave it to me!!”
Luka drew his bow back with all his might, aiming.
“Thousand-Mile Eye!!”
Luka’s skill, “Thousand-Mile Eye,” consumed a massive amount of magic—but it let him see distant objects as clearly as if they were right in front of him.
With every ounce of strength, Luka pulled the string, then screamed, “Got it!” and released the arrow without hesitation.
The arrow vanished instantly.
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What the hell was that!? Me and Wang, Liu are stunned. Just when I thought Grese suddenly identified the Dragon, he hands a piece of paper to Luka, ties it to the arrow, and shoots it straight toward tomorrow—no, the day after tomorrow!?
“What the hell did you just do!?”
I ask Leo, who’s been staring at the Dragon with a serious expression.
“Sent the info to NATO’s naval forces.”
“Naval forces?”
I try to ask for details, but—
“Gojo, sorry, no time. Ask someone else later. Freyja!!”
“Got it!”
Freyja says that, climbs onto Leo’s back, and immediately takes off toward the Flame Dragon King. No idea what she’s planning, so I ask Alexander, who’s nearby.
“What’s going on?”
“Just… get away from here for now…”
Alexander starts walking in the opposite direction of the Dragon. After putting some distance between us, he explains the plan.
“We never thought we could take down the Dragon’s ‘Leader’ alone. That’s why we accepted this mission—because the military’s backing us up.”
“What’s so special about the naval forces?”
“The military’s got a trump card.”
“A trump card? What’s that?”
“You’ll see soon enough. If we just buy enough time… we’ll win.”
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English Channel – One Carrier Strike Group, NATO Naval Forces—
“Are they really coming…? This far out?”
“Don’t know… but they’re supernatural. If they can find the ‘Leader,’ they might just pull it off.”
On the deck of a cruiser, a wooden target—just a straw dummy—is set up. It’s aimed directly at London. A young NATO soldier is watching it closely.
The fleet waiting at sea, prepared specifically for the Leader, was just sitting there, holding its breath for a signal from the Sanctuary Knights.
Then—
“Whoa!?!”
An arrow pierced the target on the deck—so fast it blurred! Deeply embedded in the shaft was a thin, folded piece of paper.
“Confirm it! From here on out, it’s a race against time!!”
Relaying the information written on the paper to command.
“Got it!”
NATO Navy Admiral James ordered all ships to share the data.
“Only one chance.”
A report came in from the subordinates—each ship was ready.
“Don’t miss! Fire!!”
At the command, three cruisers deployed across the English Channel launched their anti-ship missiles simultaneously.
Over forty missiles vanished into the distant sky.
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“Missile made with high-purity mithril?”
“Yeah. It’s called a ‘shell,’ forged from rare, high-purity mithril mined from the alien land. According to earlier tests, it could kill a giant flying dragon with a single hit. But since high-purity mithril is so scarce, the number of usable missiles is limited.”
Wait… they actually developed something like that? And the communication method’s a message arrow?! When you lose access to modern tech, analog methods become the strongest, huh…
“All we need now is to keep the Leader in place until the missiles hit. And those two are already handling that job!”
I glanced at Freyja and Leo, circling around the Fire Dragon King. They were riding flying dragons, maintaining a steady distance, keeping the beast on edge.
Strangely, the Flame Dragon King flaps his wings, trying to take off—but he just can’t get off the ground.
Is she doing something...?
Leo’s sword, Durandal, grants its wielder a special ability called “Wind’s Blessing.” With it, you can manipulate the air. Dragons fly by controlling the atmosphere with magic, so this ability can disrupt them. And—
Freyja was riding the flying dragon, using light magic to blind the Flame Dragon King’s vision.
The Flame Dragon King wasn’t slow by any means, but Freyja’s reins were perfectly timed—so much so that the Flame Dragon King barely moved at all. Yet...
The Flame Dragon King opened its mouth wide. The magical particles around us thickened even more, and the air temperature shot up instantly. A massive fireball shot out from the dragon’s maw!!
Freyja’s wyvern barely dodged the fireball. The blast wind threw it off balance, but it managed to recover. The misfired fireball soared off toward a distant town.
It's a town sitting on a small hill overlooking London.
The moment the fireball crashed into the town—
An unimaginable light swallows everything around me!! The ground trembles, echoing with a deafening explosion! I look again at the impact site— the town’s gone, vanished... and in its place, a massive mushroom cloud rises.
You’re kidding me... a whole town just vanished?
Alexander gaped, stunned by the sheer power. Honestly, if that kind of monster was left unchecked, the whole landscape of Britain would be torn apart...
That's when I thought—
Dozens of missiles streaked through the sky!! Rain down on the Flame Dragon King, slicing through the air!! Just before impact, Freyja’s wyvern zips away from the spot.
The missile hit the Flame Dragon King dead on!! Most of them seem to have struck home...?
The Flame Dragon King is swallowed by a monstrous explosion of fire and smoke—gone, completely obscured.
Seems like the attack’s over... Alexander said even if we didn’t finish it, there should’ve been damage... We’ll finish it off with the Sanctuary Knights. That’s the plan, anyway...
“How’s it look...”
Alexander stared at the spot where the Flame Dragon King had been, as if praying.