The King Hydra began to spray poison gas as it leapt around hellishly. As was characteristic of Necromancers, Balkan raised the Undead army from the safety of the rear.
The incredible scenes, awful enough to make a watcher's eyes spin, did not cease.
A tower rising high into the air steadily tilted to the side with a roar and completely collapsed. The stone gargoyle mounted askew on the spire spread its wings as it flew towards another place. It seemed Balkan had also summoned the stone gargoyle and a harpy-like aerial monster at some point.
A fire broke out in the castle and was blowing acrid smoke into the sky; there were also many Soldiers falling on the wall.
The dogfight of all dogfights!
Finished with his meal, Weed spread his arms wide. “It's finally time for the last guest to arrive.”
He was positioned to actively welcome the most precious guest. It was time for the last guest to be summoned by the Power of the Deliverer.
As the three groups leapt about in the Embinyu fortress, the space above distorted greatly and something black and lump-like bulged out.
The crystallization of dignity and nobility! With scales sturdier than mithril and perfect aesthetic quality, it was an existence possessing even beauty. The race no one on the Versailles Continent did not know.
There was a rumor that by simply consuming the Dragon Heart, their body would experience an increase of maximum Mana by over 5,000, and if a Magician were to eat it, it would raise their magic level up a step.
The embodiment of great authority, the Black Dragon.
At the tremendous flow of Mana, the King Hydra, Balkan, and the High Priest Feylord looked up at the sky. It was an existence capable of throwing them all into despair.
A monster with small wings in contrast to its 60 meter body appeared. Not only was it very different in appearance from a Black Dragon, but it was much shabbier as well. For starters, it didn't have a beard, and the head, which looked like a giant snake, and didn't exude dignity either. A real dragon's body exceeded 300 meters. However, the black lump which had appeared wasn't even 70 meters from head to tail. Its body was thin and long. Rather than calling it a dragon, it was more like a snake with wings.
It was a fellow trying to molt into a dragon by training a lot and eating tons of good food for a long time. The Black Imoogi!
[T/N: An Imoogi is a legendary creature in Korean mythology, said to aspire to become a true dragon. It is a large, python-like creature (Wikipedia).]
Weed had summoned a dragon, symbolizing its own kind of strength and authority. Only, it was just a fake!
Of course, it was something you absolutely couldn't underestimate for being an Imoogi. A monster at the level of a King Snake had to undergo hundreds, thousands of years to become one. This fellow was a big-shot even in the boss-class.
Even the fake was in a different class.
“Because it's not a normal fake, but a dragon fake!”
The Black Imoogi opened its maw wide.
MUUAAOOOOOO!
Dragon Fear!
The Embinyu Soldiers covered their ears with both hands as they staggered. The Undead also made groaning noises, as if they were in pain. Apparitions like Spectres and Ghosts were even forcefully unsummoned.
The Black Imoogi announced it appearance in an incomparably flashy way. Though it was an Imoogi and not a real, legitimate dragon, the force of the Dragon Fear it used was immense.
The entire castle was in its range, and since it was enough to deal a huge blow to the monsters, Weed's Lion's Roar was no match for it.
As they looked at the Imoogi, Balkan and Feylord's fighting spirits flared.
“This one is of an appropriate size to kill and make into a Bone Dragon.”
“I shall sacrifice that one to the Embinyu God.”
The Black Imoogi did not turn a blind eye to these challenges. 'Foolish humans, unsightly Undead, and a hideous Hydra! The bunch I dislike are all gathered here.'
The Black Imoogi scorned all three groups without reserve. The amount of pride it had was similar to a real Dragon.
As the Imoogi butted in, the Embinyu fortress fight entered a new situation.
Controlling the skies, the Imoogi used magic. It was a being which didn't even need complicated spells or embellishments. Lightning bolts the size of the Imoogi's body and huge insects were summoned and fell below. The fortress was crushed as Undead were exterminated, and Embinyu Soldiers also died mercilessly.
Though it was a fake dragon, it wasn't an Imoogi for nothing.
KMC Media's production!
Personnel were mobilized to analyze and edit the video that was being transmitted in real time. Including the director-in-chief, director, and the chairmen above them, the personnel were absorbed in watching the video.
“Oh!”
“Really!”
“How can that be…”
“So the King Hydra looks like that.”
God of War Weed's war! It was the biggest war in Versailles Continent's history. A battle of overwhelming proportions that showed beings no one could even dream of, gathered in one place!
The station employees were, of course, Royal Road players.
'Yeah, skeletons are scary.'
'The monster army is really strong. If I were the commander, I would never go down the wall with those Soldiers.'
The area below the fortress was seething with the Undead army. No matter how you looked at it, descending with the Soldiers was suicide, but the Embinyu army had no fear. A group of Knights and Soldiers leapt down from the wall to 'punish' the Undead. Though they had briefly boasted of being the strongest force, when the Skeletons and Ghouls came in from all directions, they quickly reached their limit. Once they disappeared like a boat sinking in the middle of the ocean, they were born as Undead. It was even the cause of the Undead army's expansion.
However, it was a feat which could only make you say the Embinyu army was truly terrifying. Even as they took enormous damage, they swarmed forward and were opposing the King Hydra.
'Impressive.'
'Ah, if I were there…'
'I wanna fight too. My level is also over 320…'
The staff were energized. As they watched the video, the directly conveyed tension of life and death and the excitement of the scene hit them hard. From the perspective of making broadcasts, how long had it been since they had been this impassioned?
'If I could receive a quest like this once too, I'd have no more to wish for.'
'How awesome it would be if I could fight even one of the skeletons there.'
The personnel were standing in place. The vigor that had disappeared with age was boiling up. They forgot their hunger, and were unaware of the pain in their legs.
Weed took out a fan.
It was the 30 Copper fan he'd bought at the general goods store in case he needed it one day. Cheaper than cheap, it had almost no function.
As one day passed in Versailles Continent time, the Embinyu fortress fight steadily became more gruesome and intense again.
Sparsely Feathered Fan
Durability 3/5.
Attack 0~1.
A fan young children wouldn't even play with as a toy. It can make a little wind, but it is useless in cooling down heat.
It seems like it will incite rage and frustration if it is given as a gift to someone.
Weed gently waved the fan. Yellowy came to his side and suddenly shoved his head in, but he went back to grazing because it wasn't refreshing.
A full smile was on Weed's lips. “As expected, it's going as I planned.”
Weed slapped the fan onto his palm, and consequently, two of the already scant feathers fell out. There were barely 11 feathers left!
“Zhuge Liang is also an admirable tactician.”