Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga Chapter 519

Deoni Bire had been trying to get information about Eldmia’s eccentricities in various ways after it came back to the demonic spirit from Itisel.

The ground work, which was done for the purpose of raising the faith of the believers by making the existence of the warrior stand out externally, was certainly successful, but there was a small drawback that there were overflowing contents that made the authenticity suspicious even though it was obtained through a highly reliable route.

It wasn’t to spice up the achievements with vulgar words, but rather, they were stories at a level that made me wonder if they should be reduced.

Recalling that there was an incident that earned him the bizarre nickname “Devil of the Plains” among the countless information gathered from the West, Deoni burst out laughing even while going through the great incident of fighting the dragon.

The demon of the plains fights the dragon of the plains.

Eldmia cut off the dragon’s legs again this time in a way that was beyond her prediction. Even if it was a dragon, it was a serious damage.

For those lofty peaks of magic, there was no such thing as recovery magic.

The reason was extremely simple. How many people are capable of hurting a dragon in the first place? The dragon right in front of me was showing a less overwhelming appearance than I thought, but in the first place, dragons were born and stayed on the ground, and they had the potential to enter the ranks of the demigods at any time.

In a way, the fact that a subspecies with a markedly inferior status is born and monster-like beings with degraded intellect may be born is a reaction to that possibility, but even taking all of that into consideration, dragons are strong. Even the lowest-ranking ones, who only believe in their own bodies and run amok, can activate dozens of dragon magic at the same time and speak at the same time.

Even the so-called ‘class’ of beings fall to that level. Because of their strength from birth, the Balaur didn’t feel the need for healing magic, and they didn’t even create magic for it.

As a result, the insignificant magics and artificial potions related to healing that mortals use now are only in their infancy, having just begun to create them by studying numerous holy laws and potions of the church.

That dragon couldn’t have learned that. It actually did.

As a result, the dragon was unable to recover from its bleeding and wounds, and was only emitting tearing screams and magic.

Strictly speaking, even such an outrageous act was threatening. It’s a shame because the dragon was only targeting Eldmia, but if that kind of magic was directed at herself or Emmet, it would have been difficult for both of them to take care of themselves, let alone support Eldmia.

Conversely, since Eldmia was getting all the attention, Deoni and Emmet were able to focus on providing thorough cover and support.

“That’s amazing. Is that enough to be a warrior?”

Emmett, who was breaking out in a cold sweat and obstructing the dragon’s magic as much as possible, spoke for the first time.

In the midst of a magic storm that makes people sick of seeing it from a distance, Eldmia continues to attack, surprisingly dodging the dragon’s magic. Thanks to this, Emmet had to seriously think about whether the most difficult thing for mortals to deal with dragons was not because they didn’t have the ability to dodge their attacks, but because more often than not they didn’t have the means to inflict effective damage.

That’s how impressive Eldmia was. Even if she interferes from the sidelines and the saintess blows the spell of recovery and protection from time to time, in the end, it is the individual’s ability to survive in the pouring fire.

So it was amazing. Although Eldmia’s capabilities were clearly outstanding, it was Emmet’s objective judgment that he was not at the level of being able to deal with the dragon known to the public.

Although they may be very versatile, they are a human race that has yet to achieve anything special to reach the master level. If he could catch a dragon like Iranorev at his level, all the dragons in the world would have dried up in no time.

It was a trick to cut off my wings while burning my flesh, and to use the power of the holy sword to remove even one leg.

Pain is the eternal enemy of wizards who must always keep their composure. It was natural for mortals to always be wary of this, but dragons were different.

-Gi Tran Taret!!

Obviously, the magic was completed quickly, but the mana was disturbed and there were gaps. Emmet burrowed in and destroyed some of the dragon’s spells before muddying the bottom of the dragon’s remaining hind legs. Then, Eldmia did not miss the moment when the one who fell into the mud lost his balance and stumbled, and dug into his stomach.

The dragon’s screams grew louder as the holy sword, which had become shaped like a large sword of light, left a long cut on the relatively weak man’s stomach. Unfortunately, there was no pouring out of the intestines, but the cut was quite deep, and quite a bit of bleeding started.

Emmett sighed unknowingly as he saw Eldmia dodging the movement of Iranorev, who was covered in blood and trying to crush him with his body.

“That’s all money.”

Even as Deoni, who blocked the magical energy-filled magic that flew in after him who kept interfering with magic with her voice, looked at him with an expression that she would see all the crazy people, Emmet was so confident.

“Does that bother you now?!”
“Well, of course. Even if you give that dragon’s back leg to the beastmen, they won’t have to worry about supplies until they reach the next city? Or maybe they can leave after enjoying the rest they haven’t had before in their territory.”

Not to mention scales, leather, and claws, blood and meat could be used for a long time with magical meaning. Just because Eldmia was fighting in close proximity in front of me didn’t mean that the value of being a dragon was diminished.

While Deoni’s hand stopped for a moment while watching Emmit, who said so, still not forgiving an inch of deviation in destroying Iranoreff’s magic, Emmet winked lightly and continued.

“Focus on the battle, but look beyond it. Don’t forget that those who have a lot of things on their backs should be like that, saintess.”

At the same time, a huge fireball that was prepared beforehand flew from the tip of his staff, aiming at the dragon’s only eye.

‘I think this is enough advice to get dragon scale powder, but I’ll have to tell you later.’ Thinking that it would have been a truly impressive sight if she hadn’t said the same thing, Deoni focused on her voice again.

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Emmet’s fireball that suddenly flew in the middle of the frenzy accurately obstructed Iranorev’s vision.

-Hic Duart!!
[Dare!]

It was still the cheeky Iranorev who said it, but I could clearly feel his nervousness, perhaps because I was in a position where I had to tap dance right under him.

is not it? It might feel that way because of the blood that splatters everywhere whenever he struggles. Anyway, unlike the guy who keeps moving more urgently and his magic accuracy decreases, my attack cuts into him more sharply as time goes on, so the good thing was the good thing.

Este, which increases strength by absorbing the energy of evil spirits that spew out from time to time, also played a part, but the biggest cause was the feeling of the guy riding the sword, which gradually decreased in hardness as the wounds increased and he lost his composure.

Does he know? My own magic power spreads throughout my body, and I have to supply magic power to my skin and scales so that my body can properly defend itself?

It’s an act that happens as naturally as breathing, so you might not even be aware of it, but anyway, he’s noticeably softer now than when I tore off his wings and harpooned his legs with the esthetic beam.

“Sadly hit the neck.”

I wondered how such a thing was possible, but there is no way to solve the question right away. So now I’m just ignorantly ignoring the weakness of the guy I found the hard way.

[Is it possible?]
“I do it because it’s worth it. Get ready!”

As soon as I gave Este a word, the giant tail of the one who was swinging to keep me in check while my vision was obstructed pierced the floor and approached.

It was really powerful enough to make me want to leave the dump truck right in front of me, but for me, who had already completed prior learning through the great devil’s service in the academy basement, his tail wagging was nothing more than an opportunity to counterattack.

The knife is starting to stick, so it’s the right time. Except for the fact that your limbs will all hurt like they’re going to break…

-Quaang!

“Fuck!”

Before I had time to finish my thoughts, I turned Este back into the form of a normal sword toward the flying tail, and as soon as I stabbed it, a tremendous recoil struck my body with force that would break all my joints. It was literally all five organs twisted and it hurt to vomit, but thanks to experiencing the worst pain of whole body burning pain just before, I was able to endure it more than I thought.

[master! Is it really like this?!]

Esthe screamed out in disbelief, but there was no time to answer. Because he moved at a speed that was incomparable to that of the academy, it was overwhelming just to aim for the timing and get on him again.

But somehow the angle came out. As soon as the flames that hit my face died down, I aimed the este at Iranorev, who was staring at me with his reptilian eyes wide open again, and shouted, taking care not to let the recovery beads in his mouth fall out like eye candy.

“Este!”

This time I could clearly read the emotion contained in his only eye looking at the tip of the sword.

fear.

– Eigam Dei Thi Cew Ten Nednah Nenied, Nech Eirre Thcin Chim Nnak!

Recognizing that, me spurring on with its tail as a support, and my thousand defenses unfolding around its head all happened almost at the same time.

Este’s translation was not needed this time either. The magic circles and spells spread out in the air were telling me what he meant by the words he shouted to activate his magic.

A shield that only targets anti-magic and overlaps enough to be recognizable even with my short knowledge.

I smiled with satisfaction as I looked at what anyone would see as an act that would be judged as a desperate attempt to check the technique that blew off one of my legs.

“Don’t shoot me, bastard.”

Then, it flew right past the countless defenses in front of me and flew right into the guy’s face.

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