Elden Ring, but with Wind Spirit Moon Shadow

Chapter 460 Waving Wings of Anger!

The moment Bai Shi stepped onto the summit of Spike Mountain, his gaze was drawn to the enormous beast resting amidst the scorching sea of ​​flowers.

Its body was as huge and heavy as a mountain, possessing a mass that could not be ignored.

The jet-black scales were covered with molten red patterns, as if the fury from the depths of the earth was surging within his body.

However, this terrifying body was covered with all sorts of injuries, large and small.

Unlike ancient dragons, flying dragons have only one pair of wings.

Beller's wings were completely broken in the previous battle.

Beneath the tattered wing membrane, half of a thick, white bone protruded, stained with foul-smelling blood.

Baylor's left hind leg was also torn in half, leaving only the thigh.

What surprised Bai Shi most about that scarred body were the two broken heads on Beile's shoulders and back.

The two dark gray rock heads held onto Baylor tightly, refusing to let go even as he was lifeless.

Bai Shi had already recognized the origin of the two heads; they were naturally from 'Dragon King' Platon Sanks.

Using these two broken heads as wedges, Platons's spacetime power solidified Baylor's time and life force, locking his potential to the state after the great war.

From then on, no matter how much Baylor recovered his strength and injuries, he could only recover to this extent.

Unlike the physically powerful dragon king Baylor, Platons, as an ancient dragon king, not only possesses a strong physique but also has an advantage in extraordinary power.

Therefore, even after a devastating battle where both sides were severely injured, he still had the power to restrain and exile the mad dragon, even if he couldn't kill it.

Even Baylor, a freak with an unusually strong vitality, could not break through the blockade of this spacetime power and could no longer recover from his injuries.

If it were the Baylor who could go against the Dragon King in his prime, he wouldn't even put Platonsant in his eyes, and the blockade of these two heads would naturally be no problem.

However, there was nothing that could be done about Baylor's current crippled body, which could not be restored to its full strength.

From the gaping, gnawed necks of those two heads, one could see the extreme loathing the Dragon King's head held by the prince, yet he was powerless to do anything about it.

As Baylor was awakened by Egon's roar, he finally raised his short, thick, and sturdy neck and turned his head toward the crowd.

Four pairs of sharp horns extended from Beller's head, but those horns were completely different from those of flying dragons and ancient dragons.

The enormous horns did not point to the sky, but twisted and curled downwards wildly, eventually encircling the sides of Baylor's head.

It resembled a sturdy and heavy helmet, or perhaps his proud crown.

On the jet-black head, two enormous eyes stared intently at Bai Shi.

His scarlet eyes were completely devoid of any other color, revealing the brutality and rage in Baylor's heart.

Bai Shi met Beile's gaze without fear, staring at the mad dragon with eyes full of surprise.

Although he had heard of him before, he did not expect that Baylor would excite him so much.

King of Dragons?

No, Baylor is special and unique.

It is neither an ancient dragon nor does it differ greatly from other flying dragons.

The so-called mad dragon, the so-called tyrant, should be this arrogant.
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Baylor had lost his patience, and the entire Spike Mountain began to boil the moment he awoke.

The thunderclouds, brimming with fury, roared, unleashing the savagery within him.

Baylor roared to the sky, and orange-red lightning crashed down on the spiked mountaintop, proclaiming that he would once again defend his crown.

However, faced with the unstoppable dragon that was Baylor, none of the people who had previously regarded him as a formidable foe made a move, but simply waited silently for something to happen.

Because of his indomitable will, Bai Shi promised Egon that he would start this battle.

All eyes turned to Egon, waiting for him to fire the arrow that signaled the start of the hunt.

Egon raised his great bow, nocked the massive arrows studded with sharp stones, and slowly drew the bowstring taut toward Baelor.

Egon looked at the Belial surrounded by a sea of ​​dragonflowers, and even though the other was approaching him with lightning wrapped around him, he could no longer find the fear he had felt before.

The trauma of two crushing defeats ironically became the belief that enabled him to stand up again.

Looking at Baylor so close at hand, Egon let out a deafening roar, which even overpowered the other's howl.

"Baelor! The embodiment of my fear!"

"I'm telling you, I'm still alive!"

"I am living so vividly and passionately!"

"And you, this time, will become the prey fleeing in panic!"

Egon's trembling fingers on the bowstring suddenly released, and the sharp blade of the giant stone arrow tore through the air with a piercing whistle.

At the instant the giant arrow was released, Egon saw not Baelor, but his own aged reflection.

He was born in a chaotic world before the golden tree could sprout, and he had no relatives. He struggled alone and humbly in the quagmire called 'life'.

To survive, they traversed the filthy and bloody battlefields, clinging to life on the relics of those valiant warriors, utterly devoid of dignity.

That's not living, it's just surviving.

But the scavengers of the past have now become warriors.

He no longer fights for food or survival, but for his faith.

From the moment Egon embarked on the Dragon's Path, all paths converged on the mad dragon at its end.

This moment is the perfect stage for Egon.

Since the noble king had given his permission to perform his solo dance before the hunt began.

Therefore, he must seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

So Egon poured all his past life experiences and beliefs into this one arrow and challenged his nemesis.

Looking at the tiny dragon warrior, and seeing him once again overestimating himself and challenging him, Beller roared even more deafeningly.

Meeting the overwhelming force of the giant arrow, the thunderclouds atop the spiked mountain suddenly collapsed, and orange-red lightning cascaded down like a waterfall.

Thunder roared, and even the earth trembled.

Compared to the thick curtain of lightning, Egon's giant arrow seemed insignificant, just as he was to the Baelor.

However, the lightning was cleaved in two right before the arrow's trajectory.

The moment the arrow collided with the thunder, a deafening roar erupted, shaking the entire Spiked Mountain.

The arrow, entwined with Egon's lifelong obsession, transformed into a gray-white meteor, tearing through the boiling magma surrounding Baelor.

The dragon's scales shattered the moment they made contact, scattering like fragile glass to reveal the crimson flesh beneath.

Baylor's roar abruptly stopped, and for the first time, a strange look appeared in his eyes.

This tyrannical dragon, this arrogant tyrant, has lost its balance!

Under the heavy arrow, Baylor's leg was severed, and he fell to the ground on one knee, his heavy body smashing half of the cliff.

He looked down at the rocky arrow shaft embedded in his chest, the black, scalding blood dripping down the broken stone arrowhead, leaving scorched marks on the sea of ​​hot flowers.

The giant arrow, unable to withstand the force, broke inside Baelor's body, its remaining arrowhead wedging into his dragon bone like a wedge. The arrow pierced not only flesh, but also the very destiny binding Egon and Baelor.

Baylor sensed the obsession that resided in that arrow, and the arrogant idea that the other party regarded him as a nemesis.

...This insignificant human dares to regard him as his mortal enemy?!
Upon realizing this, Baylor's last shred of reason was completely consumed by rage.

He can't accept this! He can't accept this!
Baylor was born extraordinary; his heart pounded not only with blood but also with an undying rage that even the ancient dragons never possessed.

Baylor is a born king.

However, there was no seat reserved for him on this border area.

He was therefore angry, and therefore he flapped his wings.

Therefore, he eventually rebelled against the ancient dragon king high in the sky.

But the tyrant who once fought the King of Dragons to the point of destruction is now regarded as a sworn enemy by insignificant humans!

Baylor's muscles bulged like a volcano erupting, squeezing the broken arrow out inch by inch, ignoring the rubble cutting into his flesh again.

He actually used his sharp teeth to bite the broken arrow that had surfaced, and flung the murder weapon that had pierced his body out; the sound of bones rubbing against metal was enough to make one's teeth ache.

What gushed from the wound was no longer blood—it was a rage suppressed for a thousand years, which burst forth from the wound as crimson lightning, turning the entire spiked mountain into a hellish purplish-red.

Even Baylor's body trembled from the outburst of rage.

As Baylor raised his head again, his broken wing bone suddenly emitted a blinding crimson flash of electricity.

—That was no longer thunder, but a phantom of two wings, fueled by rage, tearing apart destiny.

The orange-yellow lightning transformed into wings, unfolding behind the tyrant like a giant curtain hanging from the sky.

His wings could no longer flutter, but how could Baylor, as a proud king, tolerate being forever groveling on the ground?

If there's no way to flap my wings again, then I'll use rage as my wings!
Wielding its wings in anger, Beller once again soared in its own sky, swooping down towards Egon.

But the exhausted Egon simply watched Baelor's charge without a trace of panic on his face, only watching with excitement.

"Haha, hahahaha!"

"You damned Prince! You've finally met your end!"

"You're angry! I've provoked you!"

"How does it feel to be hurt by lowly humans, to be something you despise and disregard?"

Egon looked at Baylor, who was enveloped in lightning and whose aura shook the entire Spikes, and became even more...

"Your tyrant's crown is destined to be taken off!"

"And you—this monster that brings fear—will surely be branded with profound fear as well!"

Beller roared and howled, no longer able to hear the meaning of Egon's words; his mind was filled only with the thought of tearing this lowly being to pieces.

The broken, white bone spikes, wreathed in orange lightning, were thrust out by the prince like a sword.

With its full-speed dive, the bone spikes were powerful enough to crush Egon's body hundreds of times over.

However, a heavy meteorite iron shield blocked Baylor's charge.

Despite the heavy, precipitous descent that felt like mountains crashing down, the figure holding the great shield was only pushed back, and the shield remained unbroken.

Gradually, Baylor's body also came to a standstill, the bone spikes firmly pressed against the shield.

Bai Shi had already put on his helmet and was fully armed with a complete set of dragon-hunting armor.

Having survived two previous battles, the Dragon Slayer Armor was already covered in battle scars, yet it appeared even more ferocious at this moment.

Even with the transformation of his body and attributes, a surge of blood energy appeared on Bai Shi's body, and his aura soared.

Everyone clearly knew that Egon's arrows and roars had clearly played their role, stirring the blood of this noble being.

He moved the shield aside and met Beile's gaze with burning intensity.

"Your next opponent is me."

"Will this be a hunt, or a duel between kings?"

"I hope your rage will satisfy me."

Looking at this human who didn't take him seriously, Baylor swept his left-wing bone spikes across the shield once more.

If this human believes that his shield can stop everything, then he will deliberately shatter it head-on!

Unleashing tyranny and unleashing fear, these are the very beings known as the mad dragon and the tyrant!

Beller's wings flapped incessantly, and bone spikes pounded against the surface of the Dragon Hunter Shield, each strike incredibly heavy.

His heavy, crippled body displayed an astonishing speed that seemed incongruous with its physical attributes.

Bai Shi's feet sank deep into the rock, and his already battered shield groaned under the relentless bombardment, cracks spreading like a spider web from its center.

However, the pitch-black giant shield was like an unbreakable wall, and it did not shatter for a long time under the bombardment of the storm. It only caused Bai Shi's body to continuously plow furrows on the mountain peak.

Bai Shi chuckled softly, a fighting spirit igniting in his eyes.

Even in such a crippled state, his physical body was so strong, which aroused great anticipation in his heart.

If he were in his prime, what a surprising opponent Baylor would have been.

"Is your anger... nothing more?"

"That's not enough, it can be even stronger!"

Baylor's eyes suddenly narrowed, and an even more terrifying power gradually surged from within him.

With an unprecedented rage, even the seal of that time and space was slightly breached, briefly bursting forth with a corner of its full glory.

The surging thunder and flames accumulated deep within the dragon's throat erupted at this moment, transforming into a torrent of intertwined lightning and flames.

The tyrant's wrath, imprisoned by time and space for a thousand years, now pierces through heaven and earth like a giant spear!

The thunderclouds on Spike Mountain were illuminated by the firelight, and the earth's veins boiled with this violent power, with magma gushing out from underground.

"boom--!!!"

The Dragon Slayer Shield finally shattered completely under this world-destroying blow, and the flying fragments scattered like sparks.

The moment the shield shattered, Bai Shi finally burst into hearty laughter.

Bai Shi felt the power and ferocity of the Beile, and his emotions were soaring to the extreme.

Bai Shi swung his ancient iron meteorite greatsword with his right hand, slamming it heavily into the head of the prince who was spewing lightning flames. One of the giant horns on one side instantly broke off by more than half.

Baylor's head was struck to one side, and the surging, violent dragon lightning instantly wiped out half of the mountain peak.

Baylor's wound dripped lava-like blood, scorching the earth with a scarlet mark, his gaze fixed intently on Bai Shi.

In the sky above Spike Mountain, the wind and thunder, as an extension of Bai Shi's power, gradually rose up, resisting the raging thunder that filled the sky.

Bai Shi gripped the hilt of the greatsword with both hands and charged towards Beile.

Bai Shi has already made up his mind—this is no longer just a hunt, but a duel between kings.

(End of this chapter)