"Your Highness, are you alright?!"
At the same time, silver flashed by a narrow margin.
Cesare's greatsword slashed and cut the throat of the man who had bitten Jason.
Shaaaaa!
Dark red blood gushed out.
D'Angel rushed late, staring in amazement at Medea and Jason lying at her feet.
"Castullo, why is this Highness..."
He must not have been selfless enough to sacrifice himself.
However, neither Medea nor D'Angel could afford to check on Jason's condition.
This is because the remaining four clones remained.
"Watch out, Tom!"
"Don't worry about me, take care of yourself! Another one goes that way!"
It looked like an illusion, but the fire and powerful power of the clones were real.
"Boom!"
Tom, who couldn't avoid the spikes sticking out of one of the clones' tails, wrapped his arms around his shoulders.
"Ugh, these are more luminous!"
He hurriedly pressed down on the open wound and clasped his sword around his Ieft arm as he shouted to Neril.
Neril, Tom, Cesare's comrades, and Gallo paired up to face the clones.
Kaaaaaaaa
When D'Angel eliminated one of the clones, the remaining clones grew fiercer.
As soon as Cesare confirmed Medea's safety, he immediately turned around and aimed at the evil dragon's main body.
His black auror swirled through the prison of fire.
Tong-! Taang!
But the dragon's skin was so hard that even his powerful Aurors deflected off.
The evil dragon's red eyes filled Cesare.
The eyes narrowed as if they had engraved their own opponent, and the evil drag on opened its mouth.
Kwaaaa...
The roar of the evil dragon and the dragon's peer echoed through the canyon and shook the sky.
The resonance paralyzed the consciousness of the humans and imprinted a deep sense of fear.
"...Damn it!"
"Don't lose your mind, Tom!"
Tom clutched his head in pain.
He was especially shaken by the repercussions.
The pain was like a hammer hitting his brain, and Tom almost dropped his sword.
"Break the bracelet!"
Then he heard Medea's cry.
Tom thought of the little strap bracelet his master had given him before entering the canyon.
A small cylinder was hung from the knot of the bracelet.
Kwajik!
When he broke the cylinder with the hilt of his sword, the green powder poured out as If the grass had been dried.
At the same time, a clean, refreshing scent permeated the tip of his nose.
The pain immediately subsided and his vision opened.
Tom, who had barely escaped from the pain, breathed heavily.
"Hah, hah..."
Luna Digytalis.
It was an herb that was effective in overcoming dragon fear and restoring spirit.
Meanwhile, after confirming Medea's safety, Cesare targeted the evil dragon.
Even though he was hit with the Dragon Fear all over his body from the closest to the evil dragon's body, he did not waver.
"Gallo, defend! Go to the right."
Cesare's black auror plunged through the prison of fire to slice the evil dragon's flesh.
The evil dragon also twisted violently at this wretched cage and the cheeky human that was entrapping him.
"Gurrrrr!"
The evil dragon's resistance intensified and the prison's flames were precariously stirred.
Terence, who had been holding on to the magic to prevent the evil dragon from being freed, coughed up blood.
"Whoa!"
"Bro, you have to endure it any longer, if you release the main body now, you can't handle it!"
"I know! Hurry up!"
However, despite Terence's struggles, the evil dragon's main body managed to break the prison of fire.
Flapping.
The unleashed evil dragon spread its huge wings to soar into the sky.
"Hyaaaaaa...!"
Gallo let out a screaming groan.
The other four clones also stopped attacking and began to gather towards the main body.
The sky turned black and gray.
"No."
"They want to put us all in the shadows."
Medea understood the evil dragon's intentions.
Her rusty eyes quickly scanned the expedition's situation.
Terence spills blood, Gallo limps, and Tom can't use his right arm.
Medea's and Cesare's comrades rushed after the clones as they moved away, undeterred by their Injuries.
Cesare was also not in a perfect state to face the main body alone.
Unless he is a god, there will be a limit to his ability to continue using the Auror.
'Think about it. Think about it, Medea!:
She bit her lip roughly.
There is no one here who is not outstanding or brilliant.
Nevertheless, it is all because of her.
She set foot on this expedition believing in only one absurdly unrealistic plan to cut down the evil dragon.
She couldn't let them die in such a remote area.
"I don't want to lose."
A desperate resonance erupted.
As she came to the gorge, moments passed by with them like kaleidoscopes.
No fear, no anxiety, even incredibly joyful at times.
A warm memory that seems to cover up the memories of the expedition life of the past life, which is only scars.
"Think about it. How to bring it down? How do I solve it?"
To do so, they need to look away from the body soaring into the sky.
She wants him to forget his original plan and turn his attention to this side.
Suddenly, a pool of blood came into Medea's eyes.
It was the remnants of the evil dragon clone that D'Angel had struck down a moment ago.
"Dragon's blood contains will and memory. I could recognize my people by a drop of blood, and I could recognize those who threatened me like the ancient Dragon Slayer."
She remembered the words of a member of the team that crossed her ears in her last life.
Medea stabbed deep into the palm of her hand with a dagger.
"Your Highness?"
Red blood gushed out from between the white flesh.
She dipped her clenched hand into the pool of dragon's blood. Then he scooped out a handful of the dragon's blood.
The two bloods swirled apart without seeping into each other.
The dragon's blood, sticky and dark, wriggled as if it were alive, but it refused to mix as if it were avoiding Medea's red blood.
'Come. You recognize me.'
Her green eyes shone brightly.
At the same time, the evil dragon's wings stopped flying through the sky.
Its bright yellow eyes, which slowly turned, perceived Medea as a complete threat.
Medea stared at the scene for a moment and then moved her hand without hesitation.
"Your Highness!"
Leaving D'Angel's shout behind, Medea pressed the blood from her hand to her lips.
Her cold and calm eyes showed an unbreakable will.
"But the blood of memories is imbued with power and curses. In particular, the blood of evil dragons is deeper and more tenacious, so you should never touch it carelessly."
A strong pain spread through Medea's body as if she were swallowing a fireball.
The blood of the evil dragon that had seeped into it flowed through her veins and refused to mix. It was as if she was tapping her Intestines.
A violent heartbeat swept through her body.
"Ahhh...!"
Medea's waist slumped.
"Your Highness!"
"Medea!"
The echoing cries were not heard.
Medea bit her lip, trying to forget the pain.
'I'm going to survive somehow. Together with everyone, I will defeat the evil drag
on and go back.'
Blood and sand dust dripped from her fists gripping the gravel on the ground.
'I'm going to change it. I won't let the past repeat itself.'
It was the moment when her eyes were mixed with earnest desire and deep tenacity, and her eyes burned blue.
"...!"
A brilliant light erupted from the necklace around Medea's neck.
The light mixed with white and gold seemed to resemble pure white star power or golden Venus.
Kaaaaaaaa
When the screams of the evil dragon facing the light resonate clearly.
All the sounds cracked as if she was out of breath.
The screams of the evil dragon and the shouts of his comrades buzzed as if they were submerged, and then they quieted down.
The vision in front of her was shattered like a broken mirror.
Then, a clear afterimage appeared over the fragments.
The first piece of light that shreds the darkness that covers the vast land.
The second fragment, which is miserably fragmented and pushed deep into the ground, boils over the darkness.
In the third piece, the dark rage condensed into scales and bones, and from it, an evil dragon was born.
However, at the moment of its birth, a ray of light shone on the body of the evil dragon.
Kyaaaaaa
The same painful scream of the evil dragon could be heard from inside the sculpture. It is as if it reflects a fragment of the past.
The last piece enlarged the incontinence-like scars that the streaks of light had left between the scales of the evil dragon.
"Your Highness!"
The illusion in front of her ended with the afterimage shattering.
"Hah, hah..."
Medea grabbed her chest and took a breath.
"What did I see...?"
"Your Highness! Come this way!"
Then, D'Angel shouted.
The evil dragon was descending fiercely with its mouth open toward Medea.
But where Medea's eyes are studded rather than those fierce fangs...
'Alas. That's it.'
Medea instinctively realized.
The golden scar she saw In the afterimage a moment ago.
That is the evil dragon's reverse scales.
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