Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

But as time went on, the remaining dragons had recovered from the initial magical backlash.

They knew they couldn't defeat these three tiny humans, so they turned and ran. Domi wanted to chase them, but he was powerless to do so.

However, looking at the dragon corpses scattered all over the ground, Domi was quite satisfied.

Several people pounced on the dragon corpses, deftly cutting off the reverse scales in front of their hearts and stuffing them into their pockets.

Each of those sharp edges costs 10,000 Northern Shields, it's like making money off sacks of grain.

They had used up all the money they brought with them, and now they were replenishing their supplies. In human society, it's impossible to get by without money.

Soon, Forty-Seven, along with the three elder brothers, handed over all the collected reverse scales to Domi, each one still stained with fresh dragon blood.

I counted them; there were sixteen.

"Well done~ Just as Atai said, you are exceptionally talented."

Upon hearing the praise from the young master, Forty-Seven trembled slightly, but then said nothing more.

Domi chuckled helplessly, then used wind magic to lift the two of them into the air, back to the mountaintop where they had left their travel bags.

However, just as they reached the halfway point up the mountain, the [Spider Sense] that Domi had drawn earlier suddenly issued a fatal warning.

Suddenly, my vision was covered by a sky full of snowflakes, and the wind blew in, carrying countless snowflakes with it.

A sudden blizzard!

Almost instinctively, he grabbed Forty-Seven's wrist and threw Night Slaughter in another direction, activating Flying Thunder God in an instant.

The two were suddenly suspended in mid-air, snowflakes drifted into their mouths, and they couldn't even open their eyes.

One foot after the other, a second later, a dragon claw mark suddenly flashed across the spot where they had been standing.

Domi's inner alarm bells rang loudly.

In his perception, a dragon creature far stronger than an ordinary frost wyvern was approaching!

Having failed in its sneak attack, it once again disappeared into the blizzard, flapping its wings on its back and rapidly attacking Domi and his companion!

This time, Domi saw its full appearance!

It was a frost dragon with four limbs and wings on its back!

No… it should be called the Frost Dragon King, possessing a higher bloodline of ancient frost dragons and inheriting that sacred and ancient characteristic.

Its only shortcomings compared to its ancestors are that its intelligence is not very high, its magical talent is not very good, and its skin is not as hard as the earth.

However, this was enough for him to become king among the degenerated tribes.

The health bar is a whopping 180 bars!!

Such an existence is far beyond what the current Domi can contend with.

He quickly used Flying Thunder God again towards the mountain peak.

But as if the Dragon King had sensed it in advance, he changed direction the instant he activated Flying Thunder God Technique and flew towards the direction where they were about to appear.

"That's too late……"

A massive dragon claw slammed down, growing larger and larger in my eyes, as if my death was imminent.

Just then, his wrist was pulled by a force that pulled him away from the claw attack range, but also put him in mortal danger.

"Forty-seven!!"

Domi's shouts seemed to disappear into the blizzard as well.

In a flash, he condensed all the slime gel onto Forty-Seven's back...

puff!

Fomalhaut's cloak was torn, leaving three deep, bone-revealing bloodstains on his back.

"cough!"

Forty-seven even spat a mouthful of blood onto Domi's chest.

Seemingly smug after his success, the Dragon King flew into the sky, letting out a melodious dragon roar, as if mocking their overestimation of their abilities in the language of ancient dragons.

Boom boom boom boom——

No...that's not how it is...

A rumbling sound came from the snow-capped mountains not far away.

avalanche!

The Dragon King possessed the language of ancient dragons and used the power of words that only ancient dragons could use!

Domi once saw a record of the Ancient Dragon's Words of Power in a very ancient book—

'That's a secret technique known only to the ancient dragon race; legend has it that it can cause the heavens and earth to collapse and the seas to part...'

It turns out that the unknown skill in the analysis panel refers to Gu Long's Word of Power!

Now, when you open the panel, you can see that the previously unknown section has been transformed into the roar of a massive avalanche.

This is not over yet.

The Dragon King began to gather the power of frost, and the most powerful ice storm breath was about to arrive!

"This guy... wants to bury me and Forty-Seven in the snow, along with our dead kin..."

Domi naturally wouldn't let it succeed, and the thread-like spirit-devouring energy quickly rushed into its mouth.

Originally, I thought I could use the side effects of the magic backlash to delay the Dragon King for a while, but I didn't expect that despite its huge body, it was unusually agile. With a flap of its giant wings, it dodged Domi's attack.

This brief deviation was enough for the Dragon King to unleash his icy breath.

Roar! !

The dragon's roar echoed through the frozen mountains.

The cold wind, mixed with hail, slammed them into the avalanche-stricken ground, the chill penetrating to their very bones.

"Susanoh!"

The enormous hands and the ever-rising earthen walls protected them from tons of snowflakes, but their strength alone was no match for the power of nature. After a while, they were swept away by the current.

During this time, just as Forty-Seven risked his life to protect Domi, Susanoo and Domi's arms were always tightly embracing the unconscious Forty-Seven.

Ultimately, its destination remains unknown...

I'm really terrified of going to that dark room QAQ

Chapter 127 Chapter 126 Forty-seven

"Ugh... I feel so dizzy..."

Domi, holding her head, struggled to sit up.

My memory of what just happened is like a blackout from drinking; my mind is almost completely filled with darkness.

It was only when I checked my own body that I slowly recalled the cause and effect...

With the support of the Shadow Flow Movement Technique, which he had mastered to the highest level, he was very resilient and managed to avoid any serious injuries. At most, he only suffered minor scrapes, and the icy magic that had invaded his body had already been expelled.

Forty-seven was lying next to him. Fortunately, the two of them were not separated, otherwise things would have been troublesome.

He had to live on with Forty-Seven.

Before proceeding, it is necessary to confirm that the surrounding environment is safe.

Cast a night vision spell on yourself, and everything around you becomes clear.

They were lucky; they were probably swept directly into a crater by the avalanche, thus avoiding being buried alive by the snow.

The crooked pit they had fallen into was completely covered by snow, making it seem impossible to force their way out.

The cave is surrounded by stone walls on three sides, with only one path leading to a deeper part of the cave.

Should we go in and look for a way out?

No, at this point we should save Forty-Seven first!

He was on the verge of death protecting himself, and the bloodstains on his chest from that incident are still visible today.

Domi summoned flames that floated nearby to serve as a light source, allowing him to more fully examine Forty-Seven's injuries.

However, the tattered cloak was in too much of a hindrance, making it damp and inconvenient for him to perform treatment, so Domi decided to take the cloak off first...

The removal process was naturally done with utmost care, for fear of touching the wound on Forty-Seven.

The lower half of her body had been removed, revealing Forty-Seven's slender figure, protected and restrained by the strappy vest.

"No wonder he doesn't have a big appetite. It's no good for a boy to be so thin..."

As he spoke, Domi lifted the hood of his head, so that the entire cloak could be removed.

But the moment he lifted his hood, a blackcurrant purple ponytail was revealed, along with Forty-Seven's exquisite profile, his long eyelashes trembling as if he were enduring considerable pain.

"Girls...girls?!"

Domi was immediately shocked, and at the same time, Forty-Seven's series of unbelievable actions also came together.

Why do they never speak? Because they don't have an Adam's apple, and if they spoke, they would be recognized.

Why not shower with him? Because girls aren't allowed in the men's bathhouse.

Why wear a tight-fitting vest that binds the chest? Because it prevents the breasts from sticking out.

……

Holy crap! Absolutely outrageous!

He should have noticed something was wrong sooner.

But now is not the time for lamenting.

Domi quickly shook his head, then took off his tight-fitting vest and underwear, leaving his back unclothed. He then used light-based healing magic to treat the deep, bone-revealing claw wound on 'her'.

"It's a little cold, but I'll hang in there..."

His slime gel was completely damaged during the claw attack and is temporarily unusable. Forty-Seven also had to strip naked from the waist up to heal his wounds, so the two of them were essentially naked, making the art style unusually bizarre...