"Pain..." Fankle's chief of staff complained as Brandon Maul stabbed him through the chest with his sword and smirked. "Thanks."
The devil raised his head. "Indeed, there is nothing happier than dying by Brandon's sword——"
"No, thank you for coming..." The Minion grabbed Maul with his free hand. "Dark Curse!"
A black aura surrounded Brandon Moore, instantly draining his energy and strength.
All of Brandon Moore's enhancements have been removed and all of his attributes have been reduced by one level!
Brandon Moore cannot regain health while [Black Curse] is active!
"What have you done?" Brandon Maul stumbled over his sword, while Manlin Victor fell to his knees with a chest wound. "Moore no longer surprises..."
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He could only use physical attacks. He raised his fist and roared at B
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e pounced. The moth moved to avoid it, but his reflexes were slower than before; he couldn't escape this time.
"Don't touch my treasure!"
Fankel punched him.
The dragon's massive fist struck Brandon Moore with such force that it shook the arena and caused a gust of wind. The force of the blow shattered the demon's bones and sent him flying. Moore shot through the flames, through the arena walls and through the stands without stopping.
After the blow, the entire arena collapsed as Manlin Victor watched in horror.
Meanwhile, Winkle realized what was happening and managed to calm down.
"I beat him!" Long said gloatingly. "I finally hit the moth!"
You slapped Brandon in the face! You gained a level in [Gladiator] and [Caesar] by hitting a major demon lord to temporarily "retreat"!
+60 HP, +3 STR, +1 VIT, +1 SKI, +1 AGI, +1 INT, +2 CHA, +2 LCK
You gain the [Fist of Victory] and [Summon Messenger (Victor Dalton)] career privileges.
[Victory Fist]: You gain advanced proficiency in unarmed combat; your physical attacks can now damage invisible opponents as if they were tangible.
[Summon Herald (Victor Dalton)]: You can summon your monster Herald and trusted Chief of Staff Victor to your side at will; this is a teleportation effect. If an effect should prevent teleportation, you can ignore it with a Charisma check.
Warning: You have reached the level 30 career cap. You will no longer be able to gain additional levels until you use a [Crown]. You can still gain perks for special actions, but your experience points will be set to zero.
"I'm not sure if this special treatment worked on him...but I'm glad it did..." His beloved minion coughed up blood. "I need healing potion..."
"Later, slave." The notice read "Temporary retirement", and he did not regain the legal title of emperor. "The moth is alive!"
"Yeah, I knew it wouldn't be easy..." Victor looked around the arena, put a hand on his bleeding chest, stood up straight with his scythe, and stared at the crystal. "Princess……"
"The magic of these crystal fairies casts a curse upon contact." Winkle explained that the ancestors created the damn spell to harass the dragons. He gets his princess bag back and activates his now favorite perk. "Spell cleaning."
Charisma check partially successful! [Elven crystal was [weakened] spell cleansed]! Wink grabbed the crystallized princess, the crystals freezing slightly to the touch, and placed them in his grocery bag. "Now, minion, let's go find the fairy moth." If he's lucky, he'll hand the Crest to Winkle.
He smelled the knight Chia and her flying bull flying around the arena. Her gryphon wings were burned around. "Have you caught Merville?" asked the knight. "Great, let's use Agartha's warp stone to escape, quick!"
To leave? From whom? "Without my crown, the moth's head, and the tribute of the bull, the Knight of Kia."
"Did you destroy the plane?" Victor asked her.
"I damaged a wing, but that woman...she was some kind of archmage and she punched really hard. And then Brandon Moore teleported in there and ordered the plane to take off! They outfitted it with an army! Noticing Manlin Victor's wounds, she immediately cast a spell on him: "[Greater Healing]."
A golden light enveloped his chief of staff, and the wound on his chest was healing. Victor breathed a sigh of relief, as did his master; he had feared his chief of staff would bleed to death like his fragile brethren.
Fankel was still furious and was about to fly up to catch the moth, when his nostrils were filled with the stench of the immortal. The woman, Melodyus, flew down from the sky like Fulibon and glared at them.
"I'm tired of you, Soyd," she said to the Manlings, then turned her attention to Wacker. "Leave, dragon. You have no right to interfere. Take your slaves with you and I will command the Crown Prince to let you rule Memulyn unchallenged."
The dragon finally recognized the smell. Former McGill Restaurant. Is she the fairy in disguise, or another descendant of the fairy? No matter. "I'm not afraid of anyone, especially herbivores! Go back to your forest, fairy!"
"Then perish. [Call to the Hunt]." A puff of purple smoke surrounded the fairy, and four huge, elephant-sized black hounds appeared around her. As they landed in the ruins of the arena, the creatures roared and charged towards the dragon and Manling Victor.
Fairy Hound. War beasts were created by our ancestors to fight dragons, and Winkle killed dozens of them when he was young.
The first one lunged at the dragon, and the dragon used his free hand to backhand the dragon against the last wall of the arena, crushing the dragon to pieces. To Winkle's surprise, his body responded on its own, and when the beasts came within his range, he found more interesting and better ways to hit and poke them.
One of the beasts attacked Manlin Victor, holding his chin under his scythe before they cut him in half. Knight Kia immediately rushed to his aid, summoning her solar judgment on the creature; a beam of light struck the Elven Hound's back, vaporizing half of its body.
The former engaged in a dogfight with Knight Kea, raining down flint and razor-sharp ice spears while the flyer dodged every foe. The knight quickly closed the gap between them and tried to cut the creature in half, but Melodyus quickly caught the sword with her hand without extending it.
"[Darkest Iron-]" Melodiuse summoned a spell, but Knight Kia hit her in the face with her free hand. This didn't hurt the fairy, but it did distract her, and the knight drew his sword, closing the distance between them.
"She's delaying us!" Knight Chia shouted, before summoning the Sun Judgment from above and blasting her with light. Winkle heard a deep, powerful voice approaching. "Use rocks!"
retreat?
Never! A real dragon cannot run because he cannot die!
Fankel ignored her as a hound he stabbed to death suddenly turned into smoke, leaving behind a pile of gold. The dragon immediately crushed the second one with a fireball, hungry for more treasure. "Minion!" he shouted to Manlin Victor, who managed to fend off his opponent with his scythe. "Quick, grab my gold!"
"Your Majesty, I think we should listen to Kia!"
"Slave, the real emperor will not run away!" Fankel replied. He stamped his foot and trampled the last elf hound, and a dark cloud began to cover the area. "What do I have to be afraid of?"
Manlin Victor raised a finger to the sky, and Winkle followed suit.
The giant metal bird flew high over the arena, casting it in a huge shadow. Strange, spear-shaped iron claws pointed at them, while the left wing let out some smoke. "Vai
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!" The voice of the moth elf came from the iron bird, and the dragon noticed him through the eyes of the iron bird's window. "You have ignored Brandon Moore long enough!"
Sweet, the moth is back and dead. "As long as you don't recognize my title, I will despise you!" the dragon roared, spreading its wings proudly...
Then, a magical circle appeared at Fankel's feet. "What is this?" he asked confused, glaring at the former witch, fearing she was planning to attack with her wand.
"Death," the former witch replied, dusting off her charred robes before disappearing into the veil of darkness. A spear claw detached from the bird and flew directly toward Winkle, driven by strong winds.
"Venquier, Victor, run!" Knight Kia immediately grabbed a stone from under her armor with her free hand and disappeared beside the griffin.
"Oh my God!" Man Ling immediately hid behind his master, who also put the princess bag behind him for safekeeping.
Before Fankle could react, the spear struck him in the face and exploded in a blinding light; the explosion released a compressed wind in all directions, blowing away stones and raising flames. , causing the dragon to fall aside.
He was itching all over.
You have suffered huge damage from the Wind Spear! Your life is in danger, [Dizziness] disease!
Your body has dropped by a quarter!
[bNiu]Start!
Winkle stood up again, a force helping him to his feet, but it was difficult for him to stand up straight. His head hurt and the whole world was blurry. "Minion, I don't feel good," Wankle admitted, feeling like he was going to throw up his dinner. "I feel uncomfortable..."
"He survived?" the moth's voice was angry. "How did he survive a weapon made for the castle?!"
"I..." Winkel forgot his next sentence and stammered: "Unforgettable..."
"Carpet him!"
Four more, maybe five magic circles appeared beneath Winkle, and the iron eagle's spear claws fell.
"Okay, we're done!" Manlin Victor said, his body already blocking him next to the princess bag. "Hoard, hoard, hoard!"
As the spear flew towards them, the world changed; in the blink of an eye Winkle was back with his treasure, surrounded by precious jewels and coins.
"This works." Victor poured on the gold, and for once Winkle didn't complain that he had touched his treasure. He was too tired and didn't want to punish him. The Agartha warp stone in the Chief of Staff's hand turned to dust. "Oh my god, it's so dangerous..."
"I don't feel well..." Winkle collapsed on his treasure, the warmth of gold soothing him. His eyes turned to the princess bag. Although it was damaged, the contents inside were intact. His eyelids drooped... "I don't... I don't feel well..."
"We almost died, Your Majesty." Manling Victor said something stupid. "I'd rather feel sick than die."
"Nonsense, death is... death is a birth defect... only mammals have it, like pain..."
But he did feel pain. If Fankle can suffer, then...maybe he can die too?
No. No, that's not possible. Winkle is the largest and strongest of his kind. He couldn't have a disability, unless other dragons had it too.
Unless...unless...
This terrible truth suddenly dawned on me, like a revelation from an old demon maggot. The darkest conspiracy theory in Dragon Clan, confirmed!
die……
Death is not a disability!
Congratulations! Because you know dragons are mortal, you gain +1 Intelligence point. "My entire culture is built on lies!" As if the day couldn't get any worse, Winkel realized his chief of staff was armed only with a scythe. "Minion, did you steal my gold?"
His chief of staff glanced silently over his shoulder, and Winkel twitched.
Victor fell on the bed fully clothed, more tired than before. This plan did not succeed. In all.
They almost died!
Fankle nearly died. Vai
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!Brandon Maul is alive and vengeful, and his magic plane is still running. If they haven't already angered him and made him resentful, take his princess away and beat him.
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Be prepared for war, because his instincts told him that Moore would make a detour and bomb the area as promised, and soon. He ordered the kobold rangers and Jules to sound the alarm at the first sign of a large bird in the sky, and he hoped Kia would alert Gadmani.
"No one can save you." Fuliben taunted him from his weapon. "You can no longer level up, my master wields the most powerful weapon in the world. You will all die, soon."
As Victor racks his brain to think of a way to protect his men, Freebon's words lead him to turn to the spirit of the lich. "You can help."
"What?"
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You can learn to exorcise demons. "You are the Archmage. You must know many people." "He would also ask Jules for training tips.
"Teaching you and that dragon magic? Never!"
Victor shook the scythe angrily, like a dog holding its food, while at the same time Frippon's soul touched the edge of the blade, much to his annoyance. "This won't-" The adventurer shook even harder. "Okay, okay, stop hitting me! It's just you! I can't do exorcisms, and I don't want to be with that dragon!"
good. Victor gave the Lich a chance to breathe. "We'll start tomorrow," he said, his eyelids darkening.
Before he could fall asleep, a bright, soft light came on in the room. Victor looked up immediately, worried that Moore had teleported an assassin towards him.
Instead, he found an angel beside his bed.
"Mr. Dalton," said the heavenly beauty, her voice soothing to him. The creature takes the shape of a blonde beauty with sparkling green eyes, large silver wings, and wears a gorgeous white dress. "I am an angel, Miel. I have come to save your soul."
"Am...am I going to die?" Victor asked in horror. Is Morey's knife wound cursed?
"No, but you almost did it," the angel replied. "Thousands of neutral, unclaimed mortal souls accidentally end up in Hell every year. You escape once, but you might not be so lucky next time."
"Are you saying that if I die now I will go to hell?" The angel nodded. Victor wanted to say he was surprised, but after everything he'd done, that wasn't the case. "But I have been claimed by two gods. Shouldn't I go find them after I die?"
Not that he wanted to go to Dice, but he could take Moon Man.
The angel answered, "You do not worship them; those gods are confused." You will not be saved with them. No, Mr. Dalton. The only way to avoid curses is to take appropriate karma insurance. It's not too late for you. "
…
Oh, come on.
"By securing your karma, giving us some of your special points every month, and giving them all to us when you die, you can avoid eternal torment," Angel continued her sales pitch. "Please consider our 'Hellfire Protection Plan' or you will be tormented forever after you die. We angels care about your safety."
"Or at least you care about my SP." Victor narrowed his eyes at her.
"We use them to send guardian angels to orphans and to heal the sick," the angel defended himself. "If you don't give us SP, you are committing a crime."
Was she trying to make him feel guilty? Victor was beginning to understand what Malfoy said about angels having killer marketing. "What's your insurance plan?"
The angel blinked. "Are you interested?"
"What, shouldn't you sell them to me?"
"You are my first client, and your superiors say your situation is very difficult." She smiled at him, like a telemarketer. "They think chasing redemption is a dirty job and you'll never see the light of day."
Does he have such a bad reputation upstairs? "Listen, I've received a very demanding offer from company management, so give me a brief introduction."
"Yes. First, we have 'Halo Health Insurance'—"
"Slave!"
In the blink of an eye, Victor landed in Winkle's vault, with the gold at his back and the angel nowhere to be found.
"Ah, slave." Winkel looked down at the surprised Victor. The dragon pointed to the crystallized princesses and placed them like candles over his treasure. "First of all, no matter how hard I hit, I can't break these crystals. Find a way to free my princesses."
"How-how did you teleport me there?"
"I asked you to come," Winkle replied, as if the answer was obvious.
"Can you do it? How?"
"My name is 'Minion' and you show up." Long replied, matter-of-factly. "Now, anytime I need you, I don't have to go to you anymore. You can fulfill my request without wasting time."
When he realized what it meant, Victor wanted to scream, but his voice caught in his throat.
"Secondly, after much thought, I have finally accepted this," Winkel seemed to almost force himself to say the next sentence, "that death is not a birth defect."
"Yes, Your Majesty, death comes to each of us." Victor replied to Winkle, not knowing how to understand the dragon's reaction. He said this with the solemnity of someone discovering that the earth has not always been flat. "Except maybe the gods."
"They can," Fuliben replied from within the scythe. "They don't stay dead. How do you think someone came up with the idea of Lichdom?"
It's best not to mention that idea. Dragon lizards can solve the meat-eating problem, but they can also create new, bigger problems.
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Claims: “This makes reaching level 100 even more important. “You’ll find two crowns so I can blow up that big bird, eat that grasshopper, and never die.” "
"Two crests?" Victor frowned.
"Yes, just the two of us," Winkle clarified, his tone akin to speaking to a stupid child. "Minion Victor, I told you to be immortal. Don't make me say it again."
Victor will still buy Angel insurance.
in case.
