There Is No World For ■■-Chapter 166: Ghosts of the Past, Ties of the Present (5)

Even though a bullet lodged in a hollow eye socket instead of a heart, the Skeleton Dragon could laugh it off.

Even if that bullet was fired from a .10.6mm sniper rifle.

However, a bullet filled with the blessing of the gods exploding inside his skull was an entirely different matter.

Bang! And then...

-Krraaahhh!!

Kahal Magdu let out a roar of anger, bubbling up from the very depths of his soul instead of the breath he had been preparing.

How dare, some bastard—

When the dragon raised its head to the sky from which the bullet had flown, something came into view, descending towards him, backlit by the sun.

Huge wings, a tail, and glowing red scales.

The shadow that cast itself over his head was undoubtedly...

-...A dragon?

Kahal Magdu immediately flapped his wings. It was an instinct honed through years of battle.

But his reaction was far too slow, and compared to him, the descending dragon was far too fast.

!!!

Bones and scales collided. No, "collided" was perhaps an inaccurate way to describe it.

The red dragon simply grabbed the Skeleton Dragon’s wings and body as it descended.

-Pathetic!

Kahal Magdu struggled, trying to escape the dragon’s grip, but he couldn’t move faster than the acceleration of gravity.

And then.

The two dragons collided into the undead-filled city.

Kwaaaang - !

The ground trembled, and the entire city screamed. Buildings around the impact zone collapsed like dominoes.

Soon after, the cries of the crushed undead, the screams of the Rat Beastmen, and the sound of flying debris falling could be heard.

“What am I even looking at...?” Neti muttered, gazing at the spot where the dragons had fallen. The dust obscured their forms, but the scene was already surreal enough.

However, Yeomyeong’s gaze was directed elsewhere.

In the sky, two small dots had fallen from the neck of the dragon that had just been descending.

“Neti, follow me.”

“Huh? Where to...? I’m coming! Brother-in-law!”

Without hesitation, Yeomyeong sprinted towards the location where the two dots were falling.

Not long after, Neti, still somewhat stunned, realized where Yeomyeong was heading and widened her eyes.

The woman wearing the familiar eye patch.

“...The Saint?”

The woman, holding a massive sniper rifle in both hands, with a large bag on her back, was not alone.

On the Saint’s shoulder, a large crow flapped its wings furiously to slow their descent.

Of course, the flapping wasn’t very helpful.

While one Saint might have been manageable, the bag she was carrying appeared extraordinarily heavy.

And just before the Saint crashed into the rubble of the fallen buildings, Yeomyeong and Neti simultaneously used telekinesis to catch her.

Unlike the startled crow, the Saint was unfazed and calmly entrusted herself to their telekinesis. She acted as if she had expected this, her demeanor relaxed.

“Hello! Did you miss me?”

The first words of the Saint upon landing. Yeomyeong was at a loss for words, clenching his mouth shut.

A subtle, brief silence.

As the atmosphere grew tense, Neti rolled her eyes while Yeomyeong sighed and asked.

“Why did you come yourself? And you brought a dragon with you... What did you see?”

Premonition.

“I saw something flying up into the sky.”

A nuclear weapon.

“....”

There was no subject in their conversation, but that alone was enough.

A belief stronger than a hundred words of explanation.

“Red Lexosis. Your rifle aims at Banar. Grant him your courage and withdraw your reckless spirit.”

The Saint placed her hand on Yeomyeong’s shoulder and whispered a small blessing. At that moment, a red energy enveloped his body, soon forming a thin barrier that surrounded him.

“We’ll talk later. Finish it quickly, understood?”

Was her words a signal?

Kwaaa - !

Just then, two pillars of fire shot up from the place where the dragons had fallen.

The red pillar of fire, clearly from the dragon’s breath, and the blue pillar of fire intertwined, colliding and burning away the surrounding dust.

And through the dust emerged the two dragons.

The Skeleton Dragon and the Red Dragon, entangled, attacked each other with their front limbs, tails, and teeth.

A massive brawl of giant reptiles that could have been seen in a monster movie.

As the ground trembled from the spectacle, Yeomyeong launched himself towards it.

****

-Oh, the scoundrel of the Dragon Scale Mountains! Are you now no longer the little king but the Saint’s carpet?

The Skeleton Dragon swung its tail and shouted. The Red Dragon also swung its front paw, facing the creature.

[Shut up, corpse.]

Corpse? How ironic it is that an idiot who has been buried in the grave for decades dares to speak of corpses.

Kahal Magdu laughed aloud and released his breath.

Not at the Red Dragon, but at the dozens of ice spikes flying towards him from behind.

Screech - ! There were so many ice spikes that instead of evaporating into steam, the ice caused an enormous mist to rise.

However, the Skeleton Dragon’s sharp sight immediately detected the two figures coming through the mist.

A thousand blessed people and a crow beastman.

Where did the Saint and that woman go? Kahal Magdu pulled back from the Red Dragon and gritted his teeth.

A half-baked dragon and a mage-class beastman... What a mess my harvest has become.

"My harvest today has always been just your life."

A response came flying through the mist as Yeomyeong narrowed the distance between them. The Skeleton Dragon simultaneously wove magic with both hands.

Don't be too sure of victory. Thousand Bright, have you forgotten I’m a necromancer?

Before a necromancer, numbers mean nothing.

At the moment Kahal Magdu whispered, a dark, muddy substance erupted from his hands. A sticky darkness like mud.

The Red Dragon, feeling the ominous presence, distanced itself, but the darkness tore through the space, opening a portal to a special void.

The Gate of Death.

The darkness, connected to the death knights’ slumbering void, burst wide open, and dozens of corpses shot out.

Humans, dwarves, orcs, beastmen, even elves.

Pale-skinned with twisted mana beneath, dozens of superhuman undead landed on the ground.

Kahal Magdu’s carefully crafted special toys.

A hundred pairs of eyes glimmered, and blue, identical ears bloomed from them, just like his.

The tide has turned.

The Skeleton Dragon flapped its wings as it spoke.

The mist and dust that had obscured the view were suddenly blown away, revealing the surroundings.

The Red Dragon and the crow beastman came into view, but for some reason, Yeomyeong was nowhere to be seen.

Could it be?

Kahal Magdu flinched. Following his instincts, he retreated, shouting to his death knights.

Unleash your mana! Find him!

The next moment, the Skeleton Dragon saw a glimmer of light rising from the ruins it had destroyed, making it recoil in shock.

The light of the stars, the Comet Sword.

Block it!

Before Kahal Magdu could scream in anger, the Death Knights had already unleashed their sword energy and magic towards the Comet Sword.

It wasn’t nearly enough to block the Comet Sword, but it was enough to reduce its power.

Swoooosh - !

However, even with its power reduced, the Comet Sword tore through the barrier, leaving a long wound on Kahal Magdu’s ribs.

It would have been a fatal blow if he had been even a moment slower.

He couldn’t react at all until the sword energy was right upon him?

Kahal Magdu realized the reason as he watched Yeomyeong emerge from the ruins.

-Illusion magic...?

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To think such a spell, one capable of deceiving a dragon's senses, would be found in this trash city, not even pre-destruction Soviet territory.

-That was a good move. One more piece of information to extract from the corpse.

With that signal, dozens of Death Knights began charging toward Yeomyeong.

****

Just when the Skeleton Dragon took to the air and the Death Knights began to move.

“Salvador of South America, Candido, Hibeyiru... even Panzy, who went missing in Manchuria? This crazy lizard bastard.”

Corpus couldn’t stop muttering as she observed the faces of the Death Knights filling the alley.

They were all famous superhumans who had been reported as missing or dead.

[Do you think we can win?]

At the Red Dragon’s question, Corpus shook her head.

If it were a holy sword, the natural enemy of the undead, it might be possible, but facing these numbers of superhuman undead... the so-called Death Knights, it was too much.

Especially with the Skeleton Dragon right in front of her.

[Still, we can buy some time.]

“Five minutes, maybe. It’ll be a close call.”

Corpus answered while pulling out a palm tree staff from between her wings.

Her gaze wasn’t on Kahal Magdu, who was flying into the sky, but focused entirely on Yeomyeong, who was fighting the Death Knights.

[Thousand Bright and I will deal with Kahal Magdu. Until then, hold them off alone.]

“Crazy plan.”

[... .]

“Well, I’ll leave my disciple in your hands.”

With that last sentence, Corpus jumped off the Red Dragon’s shoulder.

As she fell, the massive mana in her staff began to stir.

The Death Knights surrounding Yeomyeong felt something was wrong and turned their heads just as—

“Look—at—me—!”

Above the crow’s head, countless ice blades blossomed. The sunlight reflected off the ice, casting dazzling, chaotic light.

The Death Knights’ reactions were immediate. They loosened their encirclement around Yeomyeong, retreating or swinging their swords to deflect the ice blades.

And that was exactly what Corpus had been hoping for.

[Now, Thousand Bright.]

As Orse Tabul shouted while soaring into the sky, Yeomyeong leapt upwards without hesitation.

Thwack—! Just as the dragon’s tail caught his body, the dragon’s wings flapped, splitting the sky.

The sharp wind brushed against Yeomyeong’s cheek, and the city below quickly shrank as they ascended.

-How could a dragon choose to be a carpet for itself?

As the Red Dragon soared higher into the sky, Kahal Magdu mocked from above.

Orse Tabul answered with a breath.

A massive column of fire shot up from the dragon’s mouth, turning the sky red, narrowly grazing the Skeleton Dragon.

-Hahaha! Yes, that's how a dragon should act!

The two dragons nearly simultaneously cast their spells.

The air itself trembled as immense mana surged. Moments later, dozens of spells adorned the sky.

Fireballs colliding with ice spears. Fire pillars blocking lightning strikes. Telekinesis suppressing fire explosions.

And even their breaths collided.

The aerial battle between the two dragons, with all the magic clashing and exploding, resembled a massive fireworks show.

Among them, Yeomyeong’s ice spears occasionally mixed in, and each time Kahal Magdu scoffed.

-You human carpet, I can feel your stamina running low. How long did you fly on the Saint’s back? A week? Two weeks? No, have you healed the sixty years of wounds yet?

As the Skeleton Dragon said, the scales of victory were slowly tipping in his favor. The difference between the undead with infinite stamina and the living, who had already expended their energy.

The only one who could narrow the gap was Yeomyeong, riding on the dragon’s back, but Kahal Magdu wasn’t allowing Yeomyeong any space to act.

Humans couldn’t fly.

-The day will come when I add the corpse of my kin to my collection. Orse Ranal will wail!

At that moment, as their magic exploded again, Kahal Magdu sensed something unsettling.

Thousand Bright, {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} that bastard wouldn’t be one to give up so easily.

He was the one who had chased up to the sky while climbing trees in Manchuria.

And now, this bastard was just messing around with ice spears and telekinesis? He was certainly hiding something—

That’s when.

Kahal Magdu realized that the ice spears Yeomyeong had fired were hanging just above his head.

Like a bridge of clouds.

-This madman.

The dragon belatedly looked up, but it was too late to realize.

Yeomyeong had already leaped down towards his head using the ice spears as a bridge.

“Let’s finish this, Magdu.”