Lord of the Skill

Temple Attack (3)

“Dimensional magic?! ”

Wignarr indifferently shouted as if he couldn't believe it, watching the scene unfolding in front of his eyes.

Fortunately, the two in the lab were unaware of his presence due to the noise of chaotic battles.

“That magic……. ”

“Yes, Nar di Maug's magic. ”

“How could he use the magic of the Platinum Dragon? That's even new...... ”

The sword looks surprised and mutters as if it's funny.

“That's right. It's magic even a god can't do. But it's not entirely possible. Because he got creative by combining immortality with the Sunrise Festival. ”

[Khhh...!!!]

Nar di Maug's body twitches with a scream. The sword looks at the heat that grabs and absorbs the dragon's heart.

“Of course, getting creative doesn't mean you can use the magic of a platinum dragon. ”

“The magic of creation used by the Force is different from that of Nar di Maug. What he uses is not the magic of creating a great dragon that creates dimensions, but merely the soft magic of the sword. No matter how great he may be, the human body has its limits. It can't contain as much magical power as a dragon. ”

“ ……. ”

“But that's why it's fun. A shift in ideas. A traveler with a sword made of Platinum Dragon Fragments makes new sword softening magic out of it. It's that easy. It's just... ”

Who could have thought?

“That simple magical ingredient is the heart of the Platinum Dragon. ”

Reduces production skills, not attack magic, that can cause a critical blow to Nar di Maug.

Wignarr has lost his words.

After all, it didn't make sense to use dragon magic with the human body.

“It's not that surprising. God can't use magic to create dragons, but God created this world. It is natural for Lakshmu to be able to wield much higher creation magic than Nar di Maug. ”

“Then why did God let men gain God-like power? ”

“Well, maybe that's Hidden Piece, too. Something we can't even touch. And that certainly applies to you. ”

“To us?"

“Of course. This land is never human. ”

“ ……. ”

The unknown words of the sword made a slight impression on Wignarr.

Each faction has its own dimension.

Humans are here in Seven Thrones, just like Ironvarna, where Dwarves live, and Elvenheim, where they live.

But in front of him, the man denied the absolute rule.

“And it's not entirely impossible for humans to use dragon magic. Force fever was gained by consolidating the Magic Society...... but there were some native humans who actually used Dragon Magic, right? ”

“No way……. ”

“A family that disappeared hundreds of years ago. ”

“ ……!!! ”

Wignarr is unable to keep his mouth shut.

“Diggon. ”

Those who existed in the southern region were an ancient race that was extinct long enough to be forgotten, even the elders who remembered the history of Seven Thrones.

"How does the author know that name...?" ’

“I heard that Milliana, their leader, used the power of the dragon in her sword? Well...... You won't be able to see it now. ”

Like.

He said in a dazzling way that reminds me of memories.

She calls on the Queen of the Dygons, whom she has never even met, like an old friend.

“It's not over yet, but there's still work to be done. ”

The black ears glow in the mask.

There is no such thing as "never." As you are now able to ascend the throne. And the god of purpose...... is the same. ’

He looks down with a crooked chin.

When I saw him looking relaxed, I had to wear his tongue, despite the tremendous struggle that could engulf the whole dimension if I did wrong.

‘Kang Kang Yeol, I'll see how far the variables protruding from the coincidence can go. ’

* * *

You little... bugger...!!]

Nar di Maug cries out as if evil had fallen upon him, gazing at the blood oozing from his heart.

However, fever did not let go of the hand that held the heart.

Kuaaak...!!

Rather, he gave more strength to the flower sword. Hot blood rushes through the gap of the scales.

The Magic Sword's blade snaps sharply.

The crumpled sword slowly pierces the skin and cuts the flesh, reaching towards the heart.

[Rrrrgh!!!]

Along with the screaming Nar di Maug's roar, he begins to quake without cause.

“No way.... ”

Jung Minji, who was looking at him, was fascinated by the pain of the Platinum Dragon that I had never imagined before.

Nar di Maug was an absolute terror for her.

I would never have imagined what it would look like now if I had remembered that horrible time in the laboratory, when I used human material to behave.

[Just a little more!!]

Kungen's cry strikes the ear of infinity.

The moment you cast the Creation Magic, even though you didn't feel it.

The enormous magical power that had filled the body of heatless heat suddenly burned up.

We managed to penetrate the hard body, but it was still difficult to reach the heart of Nar di Maug.

[Calm down. There is a limit to the power we can give. If we pour any more, we may have to return to the Spirit Realm.]

You dry him off, watching him pour all his brainpower into the fever.

[Shut up. You don't know that you just signed a contract. Force fever is the worst thing about Humans.]

However, despite Mactoon's best efforts, Kungen was rather fond of him.

[…… what?]

The response was absurd, but the cold cold chill that felt instead began to freeze his body as it flowed through Narr di Maug's veins.

[Eternal, even you...!]

[I hate to say it, but Kungen said it. If you want to nag him, give him the strength. She's either a Miu or a Gou or our contractor.]

[That's why you're saying this! Are you trying to get the contractor killed? The power of the three Spirit Kings is exhausted?]

[I'm not dying.]

Even the coldest of the spirit kings, he loses his words when he speaks softly to Magtoon.

[He's like that. Our contractor.]

Stupid...!

It was then.

A feverish sword pierces Nar di Maug's body and reaches his heart.

[Rrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!]

A huge body twitches.

Blood runs red from Nar di Maug's mouth.

There are three rare dragons in the Seven Thrón continent.

Gold Dragon Enuma Elash, Red Dragon Futon, and finally Green Dragon Cruach.

It should be no exaggeration that the boss monsters present in the field are the best.

The hard scale is not magical, and the thick shell does not fit into any of the blades.

An absolute being that ruled the continent.

But in the end, they also fell into the hands of humans.

The inside of the dragon was so fragile compared to its hard cover.

The body that was made of bone and muscle was not different from that of the animal, and in the end, if the heart stopped, it was the same.

Internal explosion.

Instead of attacking dragons from the outside, Lee Kang-ho used all means to constrain their actions and blast the heart of the dragon with a powerful explosion.

The only way to reach inside the heart.

Through the mouth of the dragon.

That's the only weakness of dragons.

[Gosh…… stupid…….]

Nar di Maug knew his body was falling apart, but he could not find a way to do so.

After numerous studies during the oppressive period, he abandoned the body of the ecosystem and became immortalized, gaining the power to stop all magic and all swords.

However, I never imagined that such power could be such a helpless being if it was penetrated without exerting such a function.

And soon, only he was leading to his death.

‘Lee Kang-ho exploded the heart of the dragon with explosives and magic grenades. Thanks to your success in dragon hunting, you never got the Dragon Heart while you were hunting three dragons. ’

But fever is different.

He was the only one who now gained the heart of the dragon throughout his past life and present life.

Ta-ang...!

The traveler's day in the heart breaks, unable to withstand the power.

Kuaaak!!!

However, he did not have a fever but immediately grabbed Nar di Maug's heart and tore it apart.

Without screaming or struggling anymore, the platinum dragon just collapses without a beat.

It was then.

White light begins to pour from Nar di Maug's corpse.

In the beginning, his body, which was a spirit that did not exist in the flesh, began to crumble into dust like ashes left on fire.

“ ……!!! ”

[You have the heart of a dragon.]

[You can make the traveler of the sword.]]

Paszec……!!!

In the disappearing debris, the sword traveler begins to absorb the light from Nar di Maug's corpse.

[Begin softening.]

A broken day in front of the feverish bloodstain with a red message window slowly lifts the traveller of the sword into the air.

[Quest Name: Bloody Road]

[Quest has been changed.]

[Difficulty: S? Class]

Heatless smiles in repentance, looking at the red spear that appeared with a spilling white light.

“ ……!!! ”

It was then.

The red spear that announces the quest suddenly waves.

At the same time, the vision tangles, and a black message window appears in front of the feeble eyes.

[Quest Name: Sword Slayer]

‘Black……? ’

It was something I had never seen until now.

Heatless takes his hand to a sword with blue light close to the slowly rising silver.

A sword made of the Dragon Heart of Nar di Maug, reborn by the magic of creation.

Perhaps this does not exist in the rules created by Rocksmouth.

Things that are in front of you, but don't exist.

The only armor God didn't create.

Obviously.

It must have been as wrong as it was in itself.

Knng.

Heatless grasps the sword with all his might.

[Found Hidden Piece!!]

The black message window was strangely blurry as if smiling.

At first, it was hard to recognize, but the writing that flowed down like mud seemed as grim as something of the devil.

‘Hidden…… Piece? ’

I couldn't help but be surprised at the unexpected discovery.

In the light, the black text looked even clearer.

Like.

It's like a violent halt to the light.

[Blader Skiller]

[You can choose a job.]

There was no explanation.

But I had a hunch that fever was different from anything I'd ever seen.

Maybe…….

I thought that this Hidden Piece might not have been made by Rocksmoo.

Gulp.

Heatless swallows dry water without even knowing it.

[Would you like to transfer?]

Looking at the window that was floating in front of him, he looks at it with his shaking eyes.

And how much time has passed.

The slow-moving tail of his mouth.

Heatless takes a few moments to think of something.

Then, as if I told someone to listen, I gave them one letter, one letter and one word of strength.

“I decline.”