Borent's tense nerves seemed to relax slightly upon receiving an affirmative answer.
“It seems this rather unpleasant misunderstanding has been resolved by us.”
Behind him, the mage Tasha also breathed a sigh of relief, the mana accumulating in her staff dissipating completely.
The dwarf cleric, Iron Hammer, however, still wore a fierce expression.
He looked as if he was holding back some words, clearly harboring deep resentment.
Borent clearly didn't notice his reaction; even if he had, he likely wouldn't have cared.
He pulled a parchment pulsing with magical fluctuations from his storage ring and walked toward the two little black dragons step by step.
“Since that's the case, let's sign a contract first.”
“Under the watchful eyes of the gods, I believe this will be a wonderful journey.”
If a contract was signed under the witness of the gods, the violator would suffer divine punishment unless they possessed the power of a god.
Clearly, Borent was no fool.
He was also afraid that these two juvenile dragons would change their minds at the last second.
However, Irene had absolutely no intention of going with them.
When Borent was less than five steps away, holding the parchment, Irene suddenly struck.
Opening her mouth, she spat out a blast of acid breath she had been holding back.
“Dammit!”
Borent reacted quickly, diving to the side.
Thanks to his innate cautiousness, he narrowly avoided the breath attack.
But with his dodge, Tasha, who had been shielded behind him, was left completely exposed.
Compared to Borent, Tasha, being a mage, was clearly not as agile.
Her pupils dilated, reflecting the incoming breath attack.
“Ahhh!!!”
A blood-curdling shriek pierced the night sky.
Tasha didn't even have time to cast a magic shield before she was engulfed by the acid breath.
Under the corrosive onslaught, her fine mage robes dissolved into tattered rags in the blink of an eye.
Her fair skin dissolved, exposing raw flesh and bone.
It was a horrific sight.
The screaming abruptly stopped.
Thud—
Her acid-soaked corpse collapsed into the rain.
In a flash, the adventurer party's numbers had dwindled once again.
Irene had absolutely no remorse about destroying such a delicate flower. She only felt a slight ache in her throat. Unleashing two consecutive breath attacks made her feel as if her throat were about to start smoking.
“You!”
Borent tore his gaze away from Tasha's corpse, scrambling up to put some distance between them.
He glared at the black dragon before him, his eyes nearly splitting with rage.
The parchment in his hand, soaked with rain and mud, was crumpled tightly.
He was both furious and terrified.
Had he not dodged in time, that acid breath would have hit him square in the face.
He couldn't guarantee that he would have survived a direct hit from a dragon's breath completely unguarded.
“What do you mean 'you'? You despicable outlander! How dare you try to trick an innocent young dragoness like me into becoming a mount!”
Irene lowered her head with an incredibly smug, villainous expression, saying to Borent word by word:
“Eat shit!”
Daviel, who had been watching the entire scene play out, was completely dumbfounded.
This sister of his, whom he had grown up with, had once again shattered his worldview.
If only there were computers in this other world, he would have spammed '666' in the chat.
Before Daviel could offer his compliments, the area was suddenly illuminated by a golden glow.
A wave of murderous intent surged forward!
At some point, Borent's body had erupted in golden battle qi.
He gripped the door-sized broadsword with both hands.
His eyes burned with the flames of pure rage!
Now that they had lost both their mage and ranger, their original dragon-hunting plan was undoubtedly an utter failure.
But Borent refused to retreat in such a pathetic state.
Even if he died today, he would take this despicable black dragon down with him!
“Die, you beast!”
Even faster than Borent was Iron Hammer. The dwarf charged forward in a blind rage, swinging his flail.
He had held back for far too long!
The glow of the battle qi reflected in Irene's draconic eyes, filling her with an inexplicable surge of excitement.
She stuck out her tongue and licked her fangs.
Now that half of the four-man adventurer party was gone, the threat was significantly reduced.
Perhaps it was time for a satisfying, full-throttle battle!
Irene could clearly feel the dragon blood boiling within her!
“Roar!!!”
The dragon roar echoed for miles as Irene spread her wings against the torrential rain!
Her massive body, with its seven-meter wingspan, was like a heavy truck.
Amidst the thunder and storm, her golden eyes shone like brilliant stars!
Witnessing this, Daviel felt his entire draconic soul catch fire.
Just as he was about to charge out and join the fray, an all-too-familiar voice rang in his ear.
“My dear brother, do you know? A dragon's best weapon is its own body!”
“Huh? What are you trying to say?”
Before Daviel could react, a pair of scaly claws clamped around his neck.
The enemy drew closer and closer.
Irene looked as if she had gone completely mad, her lips curling into a savage, menacing grin.
“Let's fight side by side!!”
Though she shouted those words with hot-blooded passion, Daviel felt a sudden chill wash over him.
“Huh?! ∑(°口°๑)❢❢”
Iron Hammer had already charged to their front, stamping his foot hard.
With a loud boom!
Splattering mud and water everywhere, Iron Hammer leaped into the air, his flail tearing through the wind as he swung it fiercely toward Irene's knee.
With his strength, if this strike connected, it could directly shatter one of the dragoness's legs.
But just then, a sudden sense of extreme danger loomed over Iron Hammer from above.
Looking up, he saw a massive dragon body hurtling toward him!
It was Daviel, being swung down like a club as Irene threw him over her shoulder like a weapon!
Iron Hammer's eyes widened to the size of saucers.
“What in the world?!”
Aren't dragons supposed to attack with claws and fangs, and occasionally spit some breath?
What kind of new technique is this?!
Irene's face wore an excited, savage grin.
“Hehehehe, don't underestimate our hot-blooded combo move!”
Thud!!!
The ground shuddered.
Iron Hammer successfully blocked the heavy impact.
But his legs were buried halfway into the mud, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He clearly wasn't having a good time.
Borent was equally shocked.
But he quickly suppressed his emotions, seizing the opportunity to raise his broadsword high and slash down at Irene.
Irene glanced over, her dragon tail whipping through the air with a whistle toward the approaching Borent's head.
Borent hurriedly pulled back his sword to block.
Clang!
The sword collided with the scales on her tail, producing a sharp, ear-piercing metallic screech.
The immense force left Borent's hands slightly numb, forcing him back half a step.
At this moment, he realized the power of a dragon more clearly than ever.
Even though she was just a Bronze Rank juvenile dragon, her strength and physical attributes could rival him, a Silver Rank warrior.
The burst of power she exhibited was even a cut above his.
No wonder high-tier strength enhancement spells were named Dragon Strength...
As his thoughts raced, Borent suddenly heard the black dragon muttering some bizarre words.
“The dragoness next door has grown, with strength to pluck mountains and unmatched renown!!”
She practically roared the last word.
Borent turned to look and nearly popped his eyes out of his sockets.
Irene, looking like Lu Bu reincarnate, grabbed Daviel with both claws, her hind legs tensing with explosive force.
The ground beneath her caved in!
Channeling the power of her waist, she actually swung Daviel like a giant club, hurling him violently forward!
Borent wanted to dodge, but suddenly realized his broadsword was wrapped in her dragon tail.
Screeech!
As he pulled, the friction between her tail and the broadsword kicked up a shower of sparks.
Traces of bright red dragon blood mixed with rain slid down the blade.
This split-second delay cost Borent his best chance to escape.
The massive black dragon body expanded rapidly in his vision!
Borent's eyes bulged, and before he could even squeeze out a curse, he was struck dead-on.
Crash!!!
Borent felt as if he had been rammed by a steam train.
His internal organs felt completely displaced.
His entire skeleton groaned under the unbearable pressure.
The broadsword flew from his grip!
He was sent flying like a cannonball for over a dozen meters, slamming heavily into a tree that would take three men to hug.
Leaving a human-shaped crater in the trunk!
He then tumbled pathetically onto the wet ground.
“Cough, cough...”
Borent felt as if his body were falling apart...
He shakily pushed himself up, involuntarily spitting out a mouthful of congested blood.
Immediately after, an overwhelming sense of danger enveloped him.
Looking up, he saw a blast of acid breath surging straight toward his face...
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