Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

Decisive Battle (4)

“Gasp… Gasp…”

Gasping for breath, Kibie glared at the Ancient Black Dragon in front of her.

Grrrr…

Manakiras’s cheeks puffed up like a balloon and shot off blasts of darkness like a blowgun.

Thud!

‘Oh, is that it again?’

Dozens of black spears flew in a row like machine guns.

She avoided everything desperately, but she could neither stop nor dodge it.

“Ugh!”

Instead of spewing out her Breath at once, she fired multiple projectiles like the natives in the southern jungle that blew poisonous darts and needles at their targets.

As a result, the power of each attack was overwhelmingly high. Its number had also increased enormously.

The biggest problem was that all attacks were completely unpredictable.

Staring at Manakiras, Kibie clicked her tongue.

‘You’ve been working on anti-human skills, haven’t you?’

She insisted on a long-ranged battle. Whenever Kibie approached, Manakiras kept her in check with a cautious ‘cat punch.’

Tatatak!

Even if she managed to avoid it, she swung her wings like a fly swatter to prevent her approach.

Her way of fighting was strictly geared toward dealing with small-sized enemies.

‘If I were alone, I wouldn’t have lasted a few minutes…’

Fortunately, Plater’s skills were higher than imagined.

He was physically weak and had zero sense of combat. All he had ever done was study spiritual arts and stack Prana.

In other words, his Prana reserves were higher than Leon Hart’s!

His engine and frame were old, but his car had an extremely colossal gas tank.

“Don’t worry, incarnation! This old man still has room for more!”

Spiritual light surrounded her whole body and restored energy. Manakiras frowned.

“That annoying bastard again!”

He stood tall like a lone monk in place and just held on.

If it was one-on-one, she could have just focused on the attack and smashed her opponent in a few minutes. However, since the incarnation of darkness was running wild, it was impossible to focus on Plater alone.

In that gap, Kibie’s eyes glowed as she caught her breath.

‘Thanks to you, I can hold on somehow.’

She became a pitch-black flash and split the air again.

“Ahhhhh!”

* * *

Effir continued to invoke her Polymorph Necklace.

‘Wyvern form!’

She skipped through the attacking monsters and, at the same time, avoided all of Genovia’s magic.

What if she couldn’t get away with it?

‘Human form!’

She transformed into a silver-haired girl and grabbed her double swords.

In preparation for returning to her original state, she attached a short string to the handle of the double swords and tied it to her wrist. Hence, she could fly with her weapons on her front wings, and she could hold them again once she reverted.

She pulled up Force.

-Magic Swordsmanship: Roar of The Thunder Dragon!

Like a dark cloud of lightning, she hit and ran from Genovia.

It was the same tactic she used against Hollien.

If there was anything different, it was that she wasn’t completely naked now.

In her human form, Effir’s chest and lower body were covered by black air currents. It was a magic tool, a ‘mosaic ring’ that covered parts of the body with fogs of darkness.

However, it wasn’t right for a young girl to fight naked, and Ryu Han-bin asked the Church to make it for them.

“If I eliminate the opportunity to use it, what does it matter if it’s powerful or not?”

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