Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

The Most Powerful Dragon on Latna (2)

Upon hearing Ryu Han-bin’s cry, Effir jumped into the barracks.

Her identity was classified. Hence, even allies shouldn’t see her transform.

A short time later, a black Wyvern appeared behind the barracks.

“The rest, protect the main camp!”

Han-bin quickly climbed onto Effir’s back and flew up to the sky quickly.

“Growl!”

The black wings were straight and galloping through the air.

Through the wind, the two flew at once near the Nakterion.

Ryu Han-bin invoked the Guideline. He was so big that he could check the level from afar.

[Race: Dragon. Light Dragon lv. 145]

Effir was astonished when she heard it.

“That’s high level?”

Nakterion also found an approaching Wyvern.

“Is that the Pitch-Black Nightmare?”

Dozens of magic lines rose around the golden Dragon and unleashed all kinds of spells.

A dazzling flash was aimed at the two. Flames soared, ice spears flooded, and poisons spread everywhere.

Light, storm, flame, ice, all kinds of imaginable elements poured endlessly around the Dragon.

Boom!

Effir was appalled as she continued her evasive maneuver to escape the explosion.

“Wow, wow!”

The speed and power of his attack were different from the Ancient Dragons she had met so far. Even if she let her guard down a little bit, she was sure she would fall in a blow.

“Oh, my flesh is trembling…”

Without knowing the speed of others, Ryu Han-bin smiled.

“You’re a Wyvern now, aren’t you? Scales, not flesh.”

“I know. Am I too used to my human form?”

Regardless, she managed to avoid it well. Even though she was nervous, she couldn’t stop joking around.

Nakterion narrowed his irises as he watched Effir, who continued to approach him while avoiding the raging magic.

‘I’ve heard about you, but it’s amazing to see you in person. You’ve gone far beyond the limits of a Wyvern.’

The golden Dragon casually muttered to himself.

“You look like a cute girl, but your flight ability is incredible.”

At the moment, Han-bin’s expression distorted.

‘… Look like?’

She was a cute girl, but she was currently a scary-looking Wyvern.

“Is the sense of beauty of the Dragon race that different from us?”‘

Effir circled the Nakterion, dodging the incoming magic.

She drew a big line and gradually narrowed the distance. At the end of the path, the atmosphere ripped loudly.

Swoosh!

Eventually, the distance between her and Nakterion became less than 20 meters.

-Activate, Polymorph Necklace!

Light struck Nakterion.

And…

“That’s too bad, descendant of Baotolt.”

The golden Dragon was still flying with a magnificent and gigantic body in the air.

“This body is under the protection of the great Queen of the Mado Kingdom…”

Polymorph Necklace’s light hit, but it didn’t work at all.

“Your intricate tactics no longer work!”

With a confident voice, Nakterion growled.

The twelve horns became even more brilliant.

Soon enough, a golden glow tore through the sky.

Boom!

“Gasp!”

Ryu Han-bin’s expression hardened at that moment.

Effir shouted, folding her wings.

“Hold on tight!”

With wings fully attached to her fuselage and with her tail extended, they fell into a sharp drop. Spreading one wing, they rotated in a downward spiral.

In a hair’s breadth, the golden Breath missed her and penetrated the sky instead.

With the magnificent explosion, shockwaves spread throughout the atmosphere.

Boom!

Barely controlling her posture, Effir stared at Nakterion.

“The Polymorph Necklace doesn’t work.”

“Well, it’s time for that.”

Neither of them was too embarrassed.

“They have the strongest Mage on Latna backing them up. If we expected the unique item to work for a thousand years, we’d be fools.”

“What is it? Magic Tool? Or the Archmage’s unique magic?”

“Well, I’m just looking at it…”

Han-bin frowned.

Nakterion was too big.

He was a giant over 40 meters.

Even if he tried to scour with the Guideline, he didn’t know where the magic tools would be attached.

Effir spoke as if she had already known it.

“He’s not going to wear it as a ring.”

She used to wear the Polymorph Necklace on her front toe like a ring when she transformed into a Wyvern. However, she moved on because of Artis’s advice.

-The Polymorph Necklace is your strongest weapon as well as your weakest point, right? If they cut off your front toe, it’s all over. There’s nothing you can do about it while you’re human, but there’s a lot of space where you can hide it in your main body, so you don’t have to wear it that way.

Hence, she started hanging the Polymorph Necklace tied to a dorsal scale.

“There’s a good chance he’ll do the same.”

Han-bin kept looking closely at Nakterion.

However, he still couldn’t find it. He felt like he was looking for a needle in a haystack.

Finally giving up, he picked up his Gigant.

“Well, what’s the point of finding it?”

The opponent was a giant Dragon.

That meant he was running on all fours, had wings, was big, and had a fire-breathing mouth.

“Fighting his type was already my specialty even before I learned the Dog-Beating Swordsmanship!”

As if she had been waiting for him to say that, Effir flew over Nakterion’s head, then she flipped over.

“Bye!”

Ryu Han-bin, who held his sword, began to fall sharply toward the back of the golden Dragon.

In bewilderment, Nakterion raised his eyes.

‘is this guy crazy?’

Did he dare try to fight a winged Dragon in the sky despite being nothing but a two-legged mortal?

“What a fool!”

Laughing at him, Nakterion cast a spell at Han-bin, who was falling.

Twelve magic spells released flames and lightning at him.

And all of it was smashed in a single blow.

-Crosscut!

The red flash cut off all the flying magic and hit Nakterion’s back.

The durable Dragon’s scales cracked like glass, splashing blood.

“Argh!”

In unexpected pain, Nakterion opened his eyes wide.

‘Is that how destructive he is in that unstable position?’

At the same time, Ryu Han-bin stepped on the back of the Dragon.

He hit Nakterion with a big spin together with his Gigant!

“If you’re big, that just means there’s a lot to stab!”

Blood splashed again.

Considering the Dragon’s size, it must’ve felt like a needle stabbed him at the most, but the wound had widened too much.

Han-bin’s Blade Aura had increased its size by as long as 10 meters.

“Argh!”

Frustrated, Nakterion flapped his wings violently. In an attempt to drop Ryu Han-bin, he shook his body from side to side.

“You moron!”

Han-bint didn’t slip, let alone fall.

“I used to ride a Wyvern without a saddle! You think I’m going to fall off this big scaffold?”

Extremely determinedly, Han-bin went on a rampage using his Blade Aura.

Every part of his ride was a target. Hence, he couldn’t miss him.

The back of the giant Dragon quickly became bloody.

“Argh! Argh! Argh!”

Nakterion activated the wind-type magic spell and hit his back, thinking something was wrong.

“Windstorm, Blade Typhoon!”

Dozens of wind blades flared against the golden Dragon’s back.

Boom!

“Ugh…”

Moaning, Nakterion looked at the situation.

Fortunately, self-harm was worthwhile. Ryu Han-bin, who flew away from the offensive, was falling to the ground.

‘Yes, no matter how high your level is, as long as you don’t have wings…’

The relieved gold dragon’s expression immediately became distorted.

Whoosh~!

The Wyvern, who was circling him, flew back with Han-bin.

The whole process of carrying Ryu Han-bin on her back, posing, spreading her wings, and gliding vertically upward took place in an instant.

It was a natural movement, almost like water flowing.

“I’ll be there again!”

Looking at the silver-maned Wyvern, which took over his head, Nakterion realized it.

‘No air warfare!’

He was bleeding out and dropped only once. Meanwhile, they were already prepared for reengagement.

At that rate, he couldn’t even fight properly.

‘Ground warfare would be more advantageous.’

But he couldn’t land right away either.

On the ground, a large army of Allendia awaited with the incarnation’s other party.

‘It’s dangerous to be surrounded alone.’

He had achieved his goal anyway, which was to confirm the effect of the Anti-Polymorph Necklace.

Despite the pain, Nakterion calmly judged the situation.

‘It’s time to step aside for today.’

Of course, considering the Wyvern’s speed, it couldn’t have been easy to retreat.

‘I have to hold on somehow and get back to the gate!’

Nakterion clenched his fangs and turned around, flying to the gate as fast as he could.

As expected, neither Ryu Han-bin nor Effir let him go.

A series of red flashes flew into the rear of the escaping Nakterion.

Explosions followed right after.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Argh!”

While being beaten hard, he managed to retreat to Merent Karl.

The golden Dragon, which landed beyond the gate, soon turned into a human being and disappeared.

Watching the scene from above, Effir solidified her complexion.

“We missed him.”

Han-bin shook his head.

“I couldn’t have killed him anyway. I can see the plan.”

“Oh, I see.”

She didn’t even think he could kill Nakterion.

The opponent was an ancient dragon of level 145.

No matter how much he had practiced, it was hard for Han-bin to go all out on Effir’s back.

“The situation is good enough. I beat him up unilaterally. If I get it right, it’s going to be a tough fight for him.”

Ryu Han-bin tapped Wyvern’s silver mane.

“Let’s go back. We need to come up with a solution.”

* * *

The advancing Allendia army abandoned the siege and stepped back.

The existing operation was

There was no reason to do anything reckless when their side could decide the timing of the battle anyway.

The day passed by with a lull on both sides.

Meanwhile, Han-bin’s party had gathered at the barracks for a meeting.

“What do you think? Is that it?”

Leon Hart looked serious when asked by Ryu Han-bin.

He already knew the Thunder King and the Archmage. It was clear that the employment of that level 145 Dragon was nothing but a so-called ‘real skill measurement.’

“We should avoid air warfare.”

The team had yet to show their true skills as they had won only too tactically.

“You have to fight him right once. That’s how you get caught in a trap.”

Effir replied that it would be fine.

“I’ve been through him today. I’m sure they’ll avoid air warfare.”

The problem was that the opponent’s level was higher than expected.

Artis looked back at Ryu Han-bin and asked, “Can you win? He’s level 145.”

“If we can’t beat that, we can’t even catch the Thunder King or the Archmage.”

Han-bin answered curiously, raising his fist.

“Let’s just do our best and leave the rest to chance.”