Cthulhu Gonfalon

Chapter 852: Vol V Chapter 212

A silhouette flickered, and a flash of light shot out. The sword sliced the air and pierced straight into the dragon’s throat.

There was already a big pool of blood on the floor as the dragon was heavily injured at the hands of Clito and Asner, and these injuries were now compounding.

However, its momentum did not slow down but continued to strengthen.

This made no sense, but it was happening right before their eyes. Clito and Asner increased alertness and fought carefully, not daring to approach too closely.

Legendary-level fights were rather special in the sense that if it were merely a friendly challenge, there may not be a final result even after several days of battle. However, if one wanted to kill, a few rounds would determine the victor as well as life and death.

This dragon appeared mysteriously and had not shown much skill, but now, the fact that its momentum had not slowed was already enough to scare Asner and Clito.

They slowly approached the dragon again and began a new wave of attacks once they ensured that they were on the same page.

With fast movements of blades and sword, within one to two minutes, several new wounds appeared on the dragon’s body and still more fresh blood flowed out.

The dragon bellowed furiously with a raspy sound as its throat was already injured. However, there was no sense of panic in its roars. Rather, it sounded proud.

However, it was definitely heavily injured, and several of the inflicted wounds were nearly enough to kill.

For example, one blade after the other had hit its chest, and there was a wound shaped like the Chinese word for “10.” Clito’s black blade had been made by the God of Knowledge, Wall, and was used by him in the past. The blade contained evil demons’ skeletons and was astonishingly strong. It could be used to reduce the evil of enemies in war if the enemies’ hearts were not strong enough to resist it. The white blade was made out of the deceased White Dragon’s horn, and it exhibited special dragon properties through some ingenious engineering. It could let the user defend themselves against dragon magic as well as create extra damage when used on dragons.

With the wound inflicted with these two blades, as well as the personal strength of Clito, normal dragons would not be able to survive this blow. By right, it should have died.

However, this dragon seemed fine and continued bellowing angrily without any lag.

No, rather, it was becoming even more spirited!

This was impossible, and yet it was happening before their own eyes.

Clito waved his twin blades and used his black blade to resolve the shock wave created by the dragon’s tail. He waved the white blade and used shock waves in the air to attack the dragon’s left eye.

This did not work as the dragon immediately closed his eyes, and the shockwave hit its eyelids instead, creating little impact.

The sound created was like that of steel hitting steel.

How is this even…? Its body has become stronger yet again!?

Clito was extremely shocked, but he did not relax his stance. With a wave of the white blade, he avoided the shockwave sent out from the dragon’s claws. He used his black blade to call up a circle of black light, creating a pitch-black cloak.

Following that, Asner rushed out through this pitch-black cloak, and her silvery green, transparent sword emitted a star-studded ray of light that hit between the dragon’s eyebrows.

This was another one of its vital points. Although dragons had strong bones, especially in the head, as long as one could get past that and hit its brain, the dragon would usually die. A few ancient dragons had managed to protect all their vital organs such that their crucial points could not really be seen. However, even so, the “dragon glass” in the center of their brains was unable to be hidden. That was the organ used by the dragons to control their flow of magic. Even if there were martial arts dragons who did not use magic, the dragon glass would also be used to control its body movements. If not, the dragon would become a fool who could not even walk, let alone fight.

Most dragons’ dragon glass was positioned right behind their eyebrows, hidden behind the strong bones in their heads.

Of course, this attack did not have much effect as dragons’ brains were probably the steadiest structures in their bodies. If one could actually pierce through a dragon’s brain and hurt the dragon glass inside, killing it would not be so hard. On the other hand, if one used this method to kill the dragon, damaging the dragon glass would cause the dragon’s carcass to be worth much less and was extremely wasteful.

To Asner, ruining the dragon glass was not of concern.

Even if her sword did not manage to hurt the dragon’s brain, as long as the dragon glass was damaged, the dragon could still be defeated.

With a wave of the sword, the evil dragon’s skin was pierced deeply.

At the same time, Asner lightly called out, and a flash of light shot out of the sword again, this time remaining intact for a few seconds as Asner’s body trembled.

She was using the maximum energy that she could muster, and the strength pouring out of the sword wrapped around the dragon’s brain.

The dragon let out a shrill cry of pain and shook its head furiously, trying to shake Asner off along with the thin sword she was grasping.

Did it work?

Asner turned around seamlessly in the air and glanced at the dragon.

However, although the dragon continued letting out shrill cries, it did not look like it was going to fall anytime soon. It could even wave its claws, causing Clito to take a few more steps back.

“How is this possible!?”

“Is… is it immortal?”

“We better run…”

Upon watching this scene, Clito and Asner agreed that their chances of defeating the dragon now seemed slim. The onlookers, the aristocratic knights, were of course extremely frightened, and they all trembled with fear.

They were vaguely familiar with the crucial points on a dragon’s body and other basic facts. As they looked at this seemingly infallible dragon remaining intact even with its multiple wounds, the knights, who were originally calm and brave, shouted out in fear and began running for their lives.