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Exhaling a breath of stale air, Philomena resolved to issue the first command.
The white dragon twisted its massive head, looking left and right, as if trying to determine its location. This action was completely unguarded, leaving its entire body vulnerable—
Seeing its appearance, Philomena made up her mind.
"Queen, use the Ruby Bomb!!"
Philomena gave the order, and at the same time, the Queen's chess piece's staff unleashed a powerful fireball.
Each fireball was the size of an adult human. About four fireballs were launched at supersonic speed, tearing through the air and directly attacking the white dragon's body. They made a sizzling sound like roasting meat, and the mist beast was a step too late to let out a scream and spray blood onto the ground.
"All troops, assist the Queen, launch a general attack!"
Philomena's command dispelled the soldiers' wavering, and the pieces of the punitive expedition instinctively obeyed the order and launched an attack.
Dust flew everywhere, and then Bai Long's high-pitched screams echoed again in the thick fog.
Thus, the battle to subdue the White Dragon began once all preparations were complete.
First came the artillerymen, who lit their cannons one after another, and the unified barrage produced a deafening roar, the shells ravaging the white dragon's body with destructive force.
The moment it hits, the beam of light infused with magic transforms into corresponding elemental magic. Fire, ice, holy light—the wounds created by Queen Expansion's magical fireballs cause a rain of milky-white blood to fall upon the forest.
As the blood fell like a light drizzle, white light exploded in the sky, and the world of thick fog was instantly burned away by the white radiance.
The light was so intense that it could penetrate even closed eyelids and invade the optic nerve. When I opened my eyes again, the light of daylight illuminated the forest.
"Hooohoo!"
Seemingly agitated by the concentrated attack, the white dragon roared loudly as if in anger.
The deafening roar emanating from its mouth was no longer just noise, but bordered on destructive behavior.
Its ferocious roar shook the air; though its body was covered in blood, its swimming posture showed no sign of injury. The white dragon turned its neck in the air, leisurely looking down at the tiny humans who had challenged it.
"It's huge..."
White Dragon—it is called that because this mist beast is entirely white.
The dragon's scales were like barbs, and the white dragon's body was covered in these white scales that dispersed the magical effect.
"Roar!"
The white dragon turned its enormous eyes downwards, opened its jaws wide enough to swallow a house whole, and revealed a full row of teeth, ready to unleash its dragon breath.
However, its attack was thwarted, and its head gushed out a large amount of blood again due to the slash.
Without even looking at the piece that launched the attack, Saint Karina knew that the invisible sword that ignored range was a famous sword technique of cavalrymen on horseback.
After the cavalry piece launched its attack, the cannons resumed firing, focusing their firepower on the white dragon's massive body, spraying magic repeatedly to accumulate damage. The monster, writhing in the air, slowly descended in altitude.
The white dragon, which was originally as high as the clouds, descended to a position where it no longer needed to look up directly overhead.
"It's within the range that a sword can reach."
The sword-wielding infantryman leaped from the ground, gracefully soaring into the air.
Nevertheless, compared to the White Dragon, the two are worlds apart in size. The swordsman leaping in front of the White Dragon's nose is no different from a flying insect to him.
"Pfft!"
With the sound of a sword blade piercing flesh, the figure who had plunged the sword into the broken nose swung the sword to cut, then held the sword to stab the white dragon and maintained the pose.
Faced with the upright figure, the white dragon twisted its body, trying to shake off the shadow standing in front of it. The white dragon rolled in mid-air with a painful cry.
"Roar----!!"
The white dragon, its body severed, howled in pain and wildly thrashed its tail as it danced in the air.
The wound that had been cut vertically earlier was now split horizontally, and the shadow that had left a cross-shaped scar on the forehead stepped lightly onto the white dragon's back.
—The swordsman revealed an ominous smile, his black pupils flashing with murderous intent.
The chess piece, its hands wielding swords, transformed into a gust of wind. It raced from the white dragon's head to its tail, its blades slicing through the mist beast's body along the way.
Easily slicing through what should be a tough and resilient outer skin, the white dragon, once it climbed onto the body, had no other way to deal with the piece except by shaking its body.
Unable to shake off the agile old swordsman who was charging like a swallow, the white dragon once again stirred up a hurricane and flipped sideways in the air.
However, before the white dragon could flip in the air, the swordsman had already lightly leaped and planted his sword at his feet.
Then, as the white dragon spun around on the spot, the two swords that had pierced it perfectly drew a circular wound, making it seem as if the white dragon was offering its body to the blades.
A scream, a spray of blood, and the swordsman, half-covered in blood, laughed.
He swung his twin swords in a V-shape, slicing off large chunks of flesh as the white dragon aimed its attack at him as he fell.
With a powerful flash, the sword-wielding infantryman spun in the air, rotating at perfect angles like a gymnast, performing a leap—
He slashed from the nose to the cheek, and finally thrust at the enormous eye.
"Roar----!!"
The twin swords were deeply embedded in the white dragon's left eye, leaving only the hilts and guards exposed. Crystalline material flowed from the shattered eyeball.
The swordsman immediately abandoned the inserted sword, drew two new weapons, and then dodged—slashes from the left and right split the eyeball into two parts, and the flipped blade continued to create vertical wounds.
As a result, the white dragon's left eye was cut into four pieces and fell off.
"My eye fell off—!"
After being struck four times, the white dragon's left eye naturally fell out.
The eyeball, spraying blood and bodily fluids, slammed into the ground and burst open.
The chess piece landed right next to it. The swordsman plunged his sword directly into the distorted eyeball, raising it as if to show the white dragon his remaining right eye.
"—It looks awful."
He curled up the corners of his mouth, his smile triumphant.
Under the fierce battle of the sword-wielding infantry, the toying white dragon could only stand helplessly by.
The difference in their combat effectiveness was not affected in the slightest by the overwhelming difference in their physical strength.
After losing an eye, Haku may have finally accepted the fact.
162. The position next to you
"Roar----!!"
It roared, gouged out one of its eyes, and then, as if showing off a trophy, its extraordinary rage stained the white dragon's remaining single eye crimson.
Its black eyes transformed into a thick, blood-red gaze, piercing straight at Philomena and Saint Karina.
It seemed to understand that the "person" attacking it was not a living being, but a magical creation.
The person who caused it this level of damage is watching from inside the security barrier.
“Hoooooooooooooooooo!!”
Seeing the two people completely unharmed, with hardly any dust on their clothes, Bai Long's anger immediately exceeded a certain threshold.
Driven by hatred and rage, its body began to tremble and shake, and then its massive form began to undergo some irreversible change.
The moment the change began, there was an overwhelming and indescribable sense of disgust.
This is a scene that would absolutely make anyone with trypophobia shudder. The original dragon scales opened up like breathing holes, turning into countless mouths filled with sharp teeth.
The craters covering the white dragon's entire body opened their mouths and roared.
"----roar!!"
A sound like a scream seemed to emanate from the countless mouths all over the mist beast's body.
It is unimaginable what is discordant in the world.
This feeling is like scratching the listener's mind directly with fingernails, or making a harsh sound as if scratching glass, invading people's sense of hearing and attempting to control their mental state.
In fact, the victims were not only the enemy, but also friendly forces. Those beasts were not pure mist beasts, but beasts that originally lived in the Black Forest. They were only affected by the strange white mist, but their essence was still flesh and blood.
So the beasts, their minds corrupted, rolled to the ground with a thud. Some grabbed their fur, tearing off large areas of hairy skin; some grabbed their cheeks, leaving bloody marks; and some grabbed other parts of their bodies, their nails digging deep into their flesh without them even realizing it.
"Roar--!!"
From countless mouths emitting unpleasant cries, an astonishing amount of "mist" spewed out.
In an instant, it poured down on the barrier, turning the world into a white fog. Vision was obscured, the white dragon roared, descended from the sky, and the accumulated fog continued to increase.
"—Hey hey hey hey!?"
The white fog, thick and dense, seemed to dissolve the forest it touched, causing everything in its path to vanish into thin air.
If they were swallowed up by that fog, they would all inevitably meet the same end.
Saint Karina was naturally more aware than anyone else present of the threat posed by the mist spewed by the white dragon.
"This is the real deal, a fog that can take lives..."
The white dragon, known as the "Mist Beast," has two main types of "mist."
It is a diffuse fog that seems to want to cover the entire Black Forest and expand its own range of movement.
The other type is the annihilation-type fog that just made the entire land disappear right before our eyes.
The attack method, never seen before, was the latter, accompanied by a destructive, annihilating mist. Its threat was immediately apparent. Its destructive power was self-evident, but its effects went far beyond that.
Saint Karina, of course, could not sit idly by and wait for her doom. Seeing the barrier crumbling, she quickly gave Philomena a look.
Having had close physical contact with Saint Karina, she naturally understood the meaning behind that look.
Although most of the pieces were destroyed by the fog, a small number managed to escape, such as...
"Queen! Interrupt the spell!"
Philomena, of course, could not let this go unchecked. Upon receiving instructions, her queen's chess piece immediately unleashed a pillar of fire. The bright flames dispersed the white mist, and the billowing flames burned fiercely.
Among the destroyed pieces, the sword infantryman who jumped onto the opponent's face was not among them, so the old swordsman once again drew his sword from the white dragon.
"Ultimate move - Frosty Dance".
As the ultimate move was unleashed, the air was filled with a freezing chill, and the surroundings seemed to be truly affected, with snowflakes falling in abundance.
Then, in an instant, nine sword beams were unleashed, slicing through the white dragon's body, which had been turned into an ice sculpture. The frozen flesh lost its buoyancy and fell to the ground.
"Clap."
The swordsman, floating gracefully on the white dragon's corpse, raised his sword and stretched it towards the sky.
"We have won this battle!!"
The sword infantryman loudly proclaimed victory, and the chess pieces present, reaping the fruits of victory, cheered loudly.
As a result of death, the white dragon's body began to thin out.
The enormous body was divided into left and right sides, and then its existence truly vanished into thin air.
The dispersed particles of the mist beast melted into the white mist, and the giant body completely disappeared.
This time, the battle to subdue the White Dragon has truly come to an end.
but--
"One should not indulge in pleasure indefinitely."
With her hand to her chest, she felt incredibly proud, but Philomena shook her head to prevent such smugness from showing on her face.
After all, compared to her own contribution, she still felt it was the Saintess's doing. This is probably just fan bias. Saint Karina only gave her a basic lesson in chess, which was quite tailored to her individual needs. She used the chess skills in actual combat, and everyone worked together to defeat the evil mist beast, leading to a happy ending.
Reality doesn't end so simply.
Only fairy tales can have such an ending. But beyond the happy ending, there's still an endless stream of things to do.
"Those mist beasts, except for the dead ones, all escaped. So... is it possible?"
As the saying goes, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; the other wild beasts have long since left.
So now Saint Karina also has to face Philomena, who is looking at her with such fervor, a gaze as if she were looking at her hero and lover.
"Ah... um, Miss Philomena..."
Unconsciously, under the pressure, Saint Karina used honorifics.
"Please call me Philomena, Your Grace."
Philomena, who was being addressed with a distant tone, corrected Saint Karina's wording.