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Chapter 166: Ghosts Of The Past, Connections Of The Present (5)

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Even if the bullets had lodged themselves in its empty eye sockets instead of its heart, or if they were ordinary 10.6mm rounds fired from an anti-materiel rifle, the Skeleton Dragon could have simply shrugged them off with a laugh.

However, a bullet brimming with divine blessings exploding inside its skull was a completely different matter.

Bang! And then…

- *KROAAAH!!*

Instead of the breath it had been preparing, Kahal Magdu exhaled the fury boiling from the depths of its soul.

How dare—who dares—

Just as the dragon raised its head to the sky, where the bullet had come from…

Something appeared in its field of vision.

Massive wings, a tail, and scales that gleamed red, diving toward it with the sun at its back.

The shadow looming over its head was undoubtedly…

- *…Dragon?*

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

However, as it was still fixated on the bullet, its reaction was too slow, while the descending dragon was moving far too quickly.

!!!

Bone and scales collided. No, it might be a bit misleading to call it a collision.

The Red Dragon simply grabbed hold of the Skeleton Dragon’s wings and body mid-dive.

- Pathetic!

Kahal Magdu struggled desperately to escape the dragon’s grip, but it was unable to outpace the acceleration of gravity.

And so.

The two dragons crashed into the city teeming with zombies.

KA-BOOOOM!

The ground trembled, and the entire city screamed. Buildings collapsed like dominoes around the crash site.

Soon, the cries of crushed undead, the screams of Rat Beastfolk, and the sound of falling debris followed.

“What on earth am I even looking at…?”

Neti muttered as she stared at the spot the dragons had crashed into. Though their forms were obscured by the dust, the scene was already surreal enough.

However, Yeomyeong, who was standing beside her, had his gaze fixed on something entirely different.

Two small dots were falling from the neck of the dragon that had been descending just moments ago.

“Neti, follow me.”

“Huh? Where to… Hey, wait up! Brother-in-law!”

Without any hesitation, Yeomyeong dashed toward the spot where the two dots were falling.

Following behind in confusion, it wasn’t long before Neti realized what her brother-in-law was heading toward. Her eyes widened.

A woman wearing a familiar blindfold.

“…Saintess?”

Holding a massive anti-materiel rifle with both hands and a large bag on her back, she was not alone.

On the Saintess’ shoulder, a large crow was flapping her wings incessantly, trying to slow her descent.

Of course, the flapping wasn’t really helping.

Perhaps it would have worked if it were just the Saintess alone, but the bag she was carrying looked impossibly heavy.

And just before the Saintess crashed onto the ruined building.

Both Yeomyeong and Neti extended their telekinesis spell to catch her simultaneously.

Unlike the startled crow, the Saintess entrusted her body to the telekinesis without any traces of panic, as if she had already anticipated this.

“Hi! You missed me, right?”

Those were the first words the Saintess uttered upon landing. Not knowing how to respond, Yeomyeong kept his mouth shut.

A subtle and brief silence ensued.

While Neti’s eyes darted around nervously due to the tense atmosphere, Yeomyeong sighed and asked.

“Why did you come in person? Why did you bring the dragon? And what exactly did you see?”

Foresight.

“I saw it flying in the sky.”

The nuclear weapon.

“…”

There were no explicit subjects mentioned in their conversation. However, that alone was more than enough.

Because they shared a trust stronger than hundreds of explanations.

“O Crimson Redox, heed the call of your gun. Grant this one your courage and take away his recklessness.”

The Saintess placed her hand on Yeomyeong’s shoulder and whispered a small blessing. A red aura enveloped his body, forming a thin protective barrier around him.

“Let’s save the catching up for later. Finish this quickly, got it?”

Were her words some sort of signal?

KWOAARRR!

At that very moment, two fiery pillars erupted from the spot where the dragons had crashed.

Red flames, unmistakably a dragon’s breath, and blue flames intertwined and collided, burning away the surrounding dust.

As the dust cleared, the two dragons were revealed.

The Skeleton Dragon and the Red Dragon tangled together, attacking each other with their claws, tails, and teeth.

A brawl between giant reptiles, like something straight out of a monster movie.

And then, Yeomyeong launched himself toward that ground-shaking spectacle.

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- Orsay Taboul, the prodigal son of the Dragon Scale Mountains! Have you now become the Saintess’ doormat instead of the hairy little king?

The Skeleton Dragon roared, swinging its tail. The Red Dragon also retaliated with its front limb.

[Shut up, you corpse.]

- Corpse? That’s pretty rich coming from a fool who was buried in a grave for decades just because of one pathetic hairy little one. It is truly an irony of history!

Kahal Magdu laughed mockingly as it exhaled a breath.

Not at the Red Dragon, but at the dozens of ice spikes coming in from behind.

Sizzle—! The number of ice spikes was so great that instead of vaporizing, they generated a massive cloud of steam.

However, the Skeleton Dragon’s sharp vision was able to clearly detect two figures charging in through the steam.

Cheon Yeomyeong, enveloped in a blessing, and a crow Beastfolk.

Where did the Saintess and that wench run off to? Kahal Magdu snarled, creating some distance from the Red Dragon.

- A half-witted dragon and a mage-level Beastfolk? It seems that my precious harvest has been ruined.

“The only thing that will be harvested today is your life.”

That was Cheon Yeomyeong’s response as he narrowed the distance, as if flying through the steam. Weaving spells with both hands simultaneously, the Skeleton Dragon answered.

- Don’t be so assured of your victory, Cheon Yeomyeong. Have you forgotten already? I am a necromancer.

Numbers meant nothing in the presence of a necromancer.

As Kahal Magdu muttered those words, dark shadows burst forth from its forelimbs. Sticky, tar-like darkness.

Sensing its ominous nature, the Red Dragon leaped back, further widening the gap as the darkness tore through space and opened a special subdimensional gate.

The Gate of Death.

The darkness was linked to the subdimension where Kahal Magdu’s Death Knights slumbered, And from it emerged dozens of corpses.

Humans, dwarves, orcs, beastfolks, and even elves.

Beneath the corpse-like pale skin, dozens of undead superhumans, harboring twisted mana, landed on the ground.

Kahal Magdu’s special toys, which it had painstakingly crafted one by one.

A blue flame identical to its own flickered to life over the dozens of eyes standing tall.

- The tide has turned, huh?

The Skeleton Dragon flapped its wings as it spoke.

The steam and dust clouding the view were blown away, revealing the surroundings.

The Red Dragon and the crow Beastfolk were now visible, but for some reason, Cheon Yeomyeong was nowhere to be seen.

Could it be…?

Kahal Magdu flinched, retreating instinctively and barked a command at the Death Knights.

- Unleash your mana! Find him!

In the next instant, the Skeleton Dragon was startled as it saw a light rising from the ruins it had demolished.

A Sword Aura filled with starlight, the Comet Sword.

- *Stop it!*

Even before Kahal Magdu could scream in desperation, the Death Knights had already launched an assortment of Sword Auras and spells toward the Comet Sword.

While the attacks were insufficient to stop it completely, they were enough to diminish its power.

CLAAAANG—!

However, even with its strength reduced, the Comet Sword shredded through the protective barriers and left a long gash across Kahal Magdu’s ribcage.

A blow that would have been fatal if the dragon had been a second too late to counter it.

To think it hadn’t even reacted until the Sword Aura was right in front of it.

Looking at Yeomyeong emerging from the ruins, Kahal Magdu finally figured out the reason.

- Illusion magic…?

On top of that, the magic was even able to deceive a dragon’s senses? It hadn’t expected to encounter such spells, not in the Soviet Union before its collapse, but in this city of scum.

- Well played. It seems like I’ll have one more piece of information to extract from your corpse.

With its words as a signal, dozens of Death Knights charged at Yeomyeong.

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Right when the Skeleton Dragon took flight and the Death Knights began to move…

“Salvador, Cândido, Ribeiro from South America… even Fan Zhiyi, who disappeared in Manchuria? This crazy lizard bastard.”

Corvus gawked, unable to close her beak as she took in the faces of the Death Knights filling the alley.

Each one of them was a famed Superhuman, reported to have either disappeared or died in battle.

[Can you win?]

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

She might have had a chance if she had a holy sword—the natural bane of the undead. But to face these many undead superhumans… the so-called Death Knights was nigh impossible.

Especially with a Skeleton Dragon possessing seemingly infinite mana right in front of her.

[But you can buy us some time, can’t you?]

“Barely. About five minutes at most.”

Corvus replied as she pulled out a palmwood staff from between her wings.

Her gaze wasn’t on Kahal Magdu soaring into the sky but on Yeomyeong battling the Death Knights.

[Cheon Yeomyeong and I will take care of Kahal Magdu. Just hold off those creatures on your own until then.]

“What a crazy plan.”

[…]

“Well, then, I will entrust you with that student of mine.”

With those parting words, Corvus leaped off the dragon’s shoulder, a massive wave of mana rippling from her staff as she descended.

Sensing something was amiss, the moment the Death Knights surrounding Yeomyeong turned their heads…

“Look—at—me—!”

Countless ice blades materialized above the crow’s head, scattering dazzling light as sunlight refracted through the ice.

The Death Knights reacted instantly, breaking the formation around Yeomyeong, retreating, or slashing at the ice blades to destroy them.

And that was exactly what Corvus was aiming for.

[Now, Cheon Yeomyeong.]

As Orsay Taboul soared into the air with a roar, Yeomyeong leaped upward.

Thwack! As the dragon’s tail caught him, its wings flapped, splitting the air.

The sharp winds grazed Yeomyeong’s cheek, and the city below shrank in an instant.

- Ah, how can one who has become a dragon reduce itself to a mere doormat?

As the Red Dragon ascended, Kahal Magdu, already hovering in the sky, mocked it,

Orsay Taboul responded with a breath attack.

A massive pillar of fire erupted from the dragon’s mouth, painting the sky red and narrowly grazing the Skeleton Dragon.

- *Hahaha! Yes, that’s how a dragon should behave!*

An immense amount of mana shook the atmosphere as the two dragons began weaving their spells almost simultaneously.

Moments later, dozens of spells lit up the sky.

Ice spears collided with fireballs.

Pillars of flame blocking lightning bolts.

Telekinesis suppressing fiery explosions.

And even their breaths clashed.

The aerial battle between the dragons, filled with magical collisions and explosions, resembled a massive fireworks display.

In the midst of that, Yeomyeong’s ice spikes joined the fray occasionally, but Kahal Magdu simply sneered at the attempt each time.

- Human’s doormat, I can feel your stamina dwindling. How long have you flown while carrying the Saintess on your back? A week? Two weeks? Or before that, have you even recovered from sixty years of wounds?

Just as the Skeleton Dragon stated, the scale of victory was tipping more and more in its favor. The difference between an undead with infinite stamina and a living being who had already spent much of its energy was clear.

The only one capable of narrowing that gap was Cheon Yeomyeong, riding on the dragon’s back, but Kahal Magdu didn’t give him a chance to act.

After all, humans couldn’t fly.

- I never thought there’d come a day when I’d add the corpse of my own kind to my collection. Orsay Ranal will weep over this!

At the moment just as another explosion of magic erupted between them, Kahal Magdu felt a strange sense of unease.

Cheon Yeomyeong wasn’t the type of human to give up so easily.

He was the same man who had chased him to the sky by climbing trees in Manchuria.

Would such a person really be just poking around with ice spikes and Telekinesis? Surely, he must be hiding something—

Then, Kahal Magdu realized that Yeomyeong’s ice spikes were all strung out above its head.

Like a bridge of clouds.

- You crazy bastard.

By the time the dragon looked up, it was already too late.

Using the ice spikes as a bridge, Yeomyeong was already leaping toward its head.

“Let’s end this now, Magdu.”

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