There Is No World For ■■
Chapter 165: Ghosts Of The Past, Connections Of The Present (4)

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“Holy sh—”

The container box crushed under the Skeleton Dragon’s feet buckled with a grating sound as Neti mumbled under her breath.

- Ekatherina, you pathetic creature. Why have you awakened my main body already?

“Shut up! I almost died!”

Ekatherina retorted, but Kahal Magdu paid her no heed as it poked its head into the sewer.

The blue flames flickering in the dragon’s eye sockets gazed beyond Ekatherina, staring directly at Yeomyeong in the sewer.

- Have you grown stronger already? Impressive.

“…”

Yeomyeong did not reply. Instead, he directed his telekinesis—not at Kahal Magdu, but at the two sisters behind.

- This place is too cramped.

And in the next moment, the skeletal dragon opened its jaw wide.

Blue flames pooled in its maw, and the mana within the sewer surged, heating rapidly.

The moment the dragon’s breath was unleashed into the sewer—

Yeomyeong propelled himself upward toward the ceiling while pulling along the two sisters with the telekinesis spell he had prepared.

KWOAARR!!!

The dragon’s breath melted through the sewer walls just as the three burst through the ceiling.

Barely managing to escape the sewer, Yeomyeong rolled across the street with one girl under each arm.

The Skeleton Dragon, defying its enormous size, climbed up swiftly, scattering shattered stone and concrete in all directions.

Looking down at Yeomyeong and the two sisters, trying to get to their feet, the dragon spoke.

- You’ve matured enough, Cheon Yeomyeong. It’s now time to harvest you.

With that, the creature moved its forelimb. Twisted mana spread out from its clawed fingers.

Not for an attack—but a command spell.

Thud, thud, thud!

Soon, the sound of footsteps echoed from all directions—undead popping out from the alleys, sewers, and even rooftops.

“…You two, handle the zombies. I’ll deal with the dragon.”

Yeomyeong tightened the grip on his sword as he spoke. The two sisters responded by pulling weapons from their bags.

- Deal with me? How bold of you. It seems that fighting the Dragon Fang Soldiers must have made you grow a backbone.

Kahal Magdu sneered as it gathered mana. The air grew heavy from both the dragon’s mana and the distorted mana.

- Go ahead and try to struggle against this. I’ll enjoy watching.

With the dragon’s mocking as the signal, Yeomyeong used the Flying Kick technique to kick himself off the ground.

Starlight gathered at the blade of his sword as he ran. It was the Comet Sword—an all-out attack from the start.

He had already learned this from experience: against dragons, there was no such thing as holding back.

He had to end the fight before the creature took to the sky, while its feet were still on the ground.

- A decisive strike from the start? Wasting the fun with a quick battle, are we?

Kahal Magdu swung its tail, knocking down a building in Yeomyeong’s running path.

Debris exploded like bombs, obstructing his way, but Yeomyeong pressed forward undeterred, unleashing the Comet Sword.

Flash!

What emerged from the sword was a massive, unbelievable burst of light. The comet’s radiance sliced through everything in its path and enveloped the dragon.

The dragon immediately pulled back while raising its hands to prepare distinct spells on each hand.

A shield on its left, and an unidentified black magic on its right.

The immense mana from the two spells mingled together, forming a dark, twisted shield—no, a distortion.

A bizarre defensive spell created by fusing two different types of mana.

The next moment, the space exploded as the spell and the Comet Sword collided, sending out a shockwave.

BOOOOM—!

The ground quaked, and a huge cloud of dust surged, obscuring vision. However, neither Kahal Magdu nor Yeomyeong hesitated as they prepared their next moves.

Fireballs emerged from beneath the dragon’s wings, countered by dozens of ice spikes.

!!!

The two spells clashed and tangled midair, spewing steam in all directions.

Explosions followed, but Yeomyeong didn’t stop, closing the distance relentlessly.

A few more steps and they would meet face-to-face.

The moment milky-white energy coated Yeomyeong’s blade once more, Kahal Magdu snapped its fingers.

A chunk of concrete shot forth from the dragon’s hand like a cannonball, knocking Yeomyeong’s sword off its trajectory.

- It reminds you of the night in Manchuria, doesn’t it?

Immediately afterward, the dragon’s massive tail lashed out at Yeomyeong with the speed of a master-level martial artist Superhuman.

CLANG!

Yeomyeong raised his sword to block it, but the sheer mass was overwhelming.

Kahal Magdu was expecting Yeomyeong to be sent flying, unable to fully absorb the impact.

However, instead of being flung away, Yeomyeong was merely pushed back a short distance.

- What?!

And in the next moment, the tip of Kahal Magdu’s tail was sliced off cleanly.

The milky-white Aura was strong enough to sever the dragon’s bone in that brief instant and bone fragments fell from Yeomyeong’s still glowing sword.

- *Ha!*

Kahal Magdu let out a breath that sounded either like a laugh or a roar of anger.

As Yeomyeong swiftly rolled to the ground, an anti-tank rocket fired by Seti flew past and exploded in front of the dragon’s skull.

BOOM!

Kahal Magdu turned its head, and an unlucky building was incinerated by its breath.

Seizing the opening created by the brief distraction, Yeomyeong gripped his sword tightly and kicked off the ground. His target: the dragon’s heart hidden within its ribs.

This ends now.

As the sword drew closer, the dragon retreated desperately, spewing fire in its wake.

The buildings touched by its body were reduced to rubble, and flames scorched everything in all directions, but the speed of Yeomyeong, flying in a straight line, was slightly faster.

Finally—

Yeomyeong’s sword cleaved through two ribs and plunged inside.

A massive piece of jewel, spewing blue flames, entered Yeomyeong’s vision. It looked like a fragile jewel that could be easily sliced apart with a single strike from the Sword Aura currently flowing through his blade.

And the moment Yeomyeong’s sword touched the heart—

- Let your guard down, huh? Both you and me.

CLANG—! A massive surge of mana erupted from the dragon’s blue heart.

Yeomyeong’s body was immediately hurled out of the dragon’s ribcage. Severed ribs crashed to the ground with a heavy thud.

- Did you really believe you would be able to cut a dragon’s heart that easily?

“…Ptooey.”

Despite having its ribs cut, the dragon’s voice was still brimming with confidence—or perhaps it was trembling with exhilaration.

- Now, it’s my turn.

With those words, Kahal Magdu flapped its wings.

No matter how Yeomyeong had no intention of letting the dragon take the fight to the sky.

Whirrr!

Using telekinesis, he grasped the dragon’s ankle and prepared the Comet Sword again. If he could aim for the chest just once more, he could end it all. However…

- *Kuoooooohhhh*...!

Just then, the swarm of zombies managed to reach him.

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BOOOM!!

Seti’s hammer struck the ground, unleashing a thunderclap and a shockwave.

The zombies and skeletons swept away by the shockwave were knocked down in a heap, but the lull didn’t last long.

Undead outside the range quickly took their place and charged at her again.

“Damn it.”

Neti, who was stationed on the rooftop, wasn’t faring any better either.

Using telekinesis, Neti levitated four automatic rifles, firing non-stop and reloading the magazines just as quickly.

Brass casings rained down, but the crowd of zombies swarming toward her were far greater in number. There seemed to be no end in sight.

I have to help Brother-in-law…!

She bit her lip. The anti-tank rocket her sister barely managed to fire earlier didn’t seem to be of much help.

Should she fire another? As Neti deliberated internally, the sound of the dragon’s wings flapping came from a distance.

Turning her head, she saw even more undead swarming toward her brother-in-law, far more than those charging towards her.

Damn it.

“Unnie! Emergency!”

No further explanation was needed.

Having just smashed a skeleton in front of her, Seti immediately holstered her hammer and climbed to the rooftop, taking in the same grim scene as Neti.

The dragon was taking to the air, and Yeomyeong was bogged down by zombies.

There was no time to hesitate. Her decision was swift.

“…Go, Neti.”

“What?”

“Go and support Yeomyeong. Both of you can use telekinesis—so you should be able to manage if you team-up.”

“…Then what about you?”

In response to her bewildered younger sister, Seti turned in the direction of the underground warehouse and answered.

“Of course, I will deal with them.”

Two familiar figures were approaching. An elderly man holding a golden staff and a decadent beautiful woman wielding a spear.

The Southern Count Palatine and Ekatherina.

And they were not alone. Surrounding them was a horde of undead, marching as though they were part of an escort guard.

Neti didn’t even ask if her sister would be able to handle them all by herself.

They had been through too much together to ask such an obvious question.

“…Let’s meet again alive, unnie.”

With those parting words, Neti gathered her weapons and headed toward Yeomyeong with the Flying Kick technique.

Seti watched her sister’s retreating figure for a moment before offering a silent prayer to her god.

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- Why don’t you try praying? Beg the gods to send Saintess again, like before.

Kahal Magdu sneered from the sky.

Though Yeomyeong’s telekinesis still had the dragon’s ankle in its grip, preventing it from soaring higher, it was already hovering above the height of most buildings.

A sufficient height to evade the Comet Sword.

And with countless zombies swarming over Yeomyeong, it was only a matter of time before the dragon could ascend further.

And once it was high enough? It would use the horde to drain his stamina and unleash a barrage of spells.

- *You should at least bring a helicopter if you plan to fight a dragon.*

After that, all that remained was to secure Cheon Yeomyeong’s intact corpse to create a Death Knight and extract the launch codes from his mind.

As the skeletal dragon was plotting its next moves…

Whirr!

Another telekinesis spell gripped its ankle.

The power was insufficient to inflict any damage to its bones, but more than enough to drag it downward.

- *How pathetic.*

Turning its gaze toward the source of the spell, it spotted a human female with sky-blue hair leaping from rooftop to rooftop.

Kahal Magdu stretched a clawed hand toward her and unleashed a fireball spell.

- *I'll burn you alive.*

But using the same martial technique Yeomyeong employed, she evaded the flames effortlessly with feather-light movements.

- *The same school sect?*

“I’m his sister-in-law, you bastard!”

The human female yelled as she vaulted over the rooftop, landing beside Yeomyeong.

“Neti?”

“Explanations later!”

Cutting off Yeomyeong, Neti pulled a grenade and tossed it into the horde of zombies, cleaning up their immediate vicinity with a deafening explosion.

As the zombies fell, Neti seized the brief opening to quickly cast another spell.

“Brother-in-law, pull him down!”

While it would have been normal for Yeomyeong to hesitate at the sudden proposal, instead, he complied immediately, strengthening his telekinesis.

He understood what she was planning to do.

- How foolish. Do you really think two humans can drag a dragon to the ground?

Though Kahal Magdu scoffed and flapped its wings, its altitude refused to increase.

Slowly, but undeniably, the dragon was descending against its will.

“But it’s working, huh?”

Neti scoffed. Unfazed by the development, the dragon opened its mouth.

It was an amusing struggle, but hardly enough to close the gap in altitude entirely.

It would have all been over if it just ignored the zombies and burned them all to ashes.

- It’s truly a pity but I hoped to preserve his body intact.

Just as Kahal Magdu gathered its breath in its throat…

Bang!

A radiant white bullet pierced through the dragon’s eye.