Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Dragon Man Form (Dragon Newt).

That is the true power of the dragon. It was a battle style that they only showed when they fought with all their might.

By shrinking to human form, the dragon's power is concentrated to the extreme, and both power and speed are dramatically improved.

(I guess I did... as expected, but it was quite a sense of intimidation! You obviously have more power than before!)

In front of the human-shaped Fernigesh, Raydor felt a cold sweat flowing down his spine.

Though there's plenty of smile on his face... in fact, it's not like he can laugh.

Although it is a giant body that has disappeared, it is rather more serious because it has been compressed into a human form. There were times when the economic impact was smaller, and there was no doubt that it was more disadvantageous than before.

(The real horror of dragons is when they become human. The woman I once met (...) was the same, but it felt like her blood was going to freeze.)

"[Melt to the bone (Death Crowe)]!"

"Tsk...!"

He flies to the side with his sharply waved claws.

Instead, claw marks were engraved on the rock behind it... but it melted and liquefied in an instant.

Instant death is inevitable if properly eaten. It was a terrible blow.

Gah!

"It's the breath of acid again!" You puked like you remembered one stupid thing! "

Besides, I was alert to the attack with my nails, and when I took a distance, I spat out a brace from my mouth.

It must have been learned from the twisted and returned space by space earlier. It spreads the acid's breath over a wide area.

(But... the power was decreasing as it spread. You can't take any damage if you're angry...!)

Gugaaa!

"Ugh...!"

Fernigesh jumped out of the acid bracelet.

Apparently, it wasn't meant to damage Raydor, but was used as a blindfold to narrow the distance.

Strong acid claw blows were unleashed at Raidor. With a direct strike, the damage would be massive even if I was wearing it.

"[Nikko]!"

But of course, Raydor wouldn't be attacked without resistance.

The slash, which twisted the time and jumped out of the void, flicked its claws and shrugged off the attack that was supposed to hit Raydor.

Fufu!

With the sword I returned, Raydor slashed.

Darlinslave's blow attempts to slash Fernigesh's head.

It's warm!

"Tsk...!"

Fernigesh bites into the Holy Sword and takes the slash with his fangs.

Fernigesh tried to seal Raydor's movement and attack with his claws...... but Raydor kicked the opponent's chin up and took back the bitten sword.

"Ugh... die, mortal!"

"I wonder if they'll kill me... lizard bastard!"

The battle between Raydor and Fernigesh continues.

Fernigesh's claws are prevented by Raydor's Holy Sword, and Raydor's slash is prevented by Fernigesh's claws and fangs. If Fernigesh shoots a brace from his mouth, Raydor also shoots anger off the Holy Sword.

It was hard to settle for an overstretched attack or defense.

Fernigesh was slightly superior in power and speed. But... Fernigesh, a dragon species, is overwhelmingly powerful, and therefore has little experience fighting equal enemies.

Raydor, who had excellent combat experience, skilfully managed Fernigesh's attack and did not allow him to be struck by gorillas.

The strength of both seemed to be holding back.

As it is, it is unlikely to be settled.

(I hope it inspires you to change the course of the battle... use it or use your Holy Armor?)

Fiercely acidic claws on your face. Raydor lowers his head to avoid attacking and decides if he should use a trump card.

Activate the Holy Armor to overturn the unbalanced state of war. If the two forces are at the same angle, they should be able to win almost with certainty.

(If we drain our strength here, we may be at a disadvantage in the fight against the Ottomans. We may need to pre-empt the invasion of Aterna. I didn't want to use it if I could.....)

But if we lose here, it's all over.

There is no point in thinking about the battle ahead. If I die, it's over.

"It can't be helped. Do you still want to use it...?"

Mist crack ─ Aqua Slash !

But... a change of course blow came from an unexpected direction.

The blade of water slashes Fernigesh's torso. Fernigesh jumped backwards in a sudden attack.

”Geez... this attack...!?”

Your Highness, I will fight too!

"Neferte...!"

At some point, Neferte stood behind Raydor.

"I can't help but feel depressed... I've even been chosen by the Holy Sword!" How can you be shivering in this place! "

Although Nefert's face is pale with the intimidation of a dragon, he holds firmly the Mistletine in the shape of a dagger. The tip was pointed straight at Fernigesh.

"You've overcome your fears... well done!" It was worth bringing you here! "

Raidor smiled at the boy who had decided to be prepared.

A warrior who doesn't feel fear is just a mad warrior. Only a warrior who has overcome fear can be called a true hero.

A young holy sword holder named Neferte Aterna, though one step at a time, was certainly ascending the stairs as a hero.