Danma: Danganronpa, but Monster Hunter!

Seizing the opportunity before the battle began, Flame shared his knowledge with his companions.

As expected of the most elite group of adventurers, in the blink of an eye, Riveria, Ais, and Bert completely understood the Rock Dragon's abilities and weaknesses in their own way.

"Hmm." Ais pursed her lips tightly, one hand resting on the hilt of her beloved sword, her golden eyes darting around as if searching for traces of an enemy.

"Tch, whatever, I just want to fight." The werewolf grinned, radiating battle intent. "Speaking of which, we've arrived, right? Where are the enemies? Oh, right, old woman, your magic can locate enemies, right? And that damn rock dragon is a bit afraid of fire, quick, give it a big gift."

Known as the "Nine Demon Princesses," Riveria Rios Alfre, Orario's strongest defensive mage, lives up to her title by possessing the ability to use nine different types of magic—attack, defense, and healing—at three different ranks, and to link them together through incantations.

The longer the incantation, the greater the power of the magic, and the more varied its manifestation will be.

For example, the first-tier attack spell, [Ecstasy - Fimbulwinter], is an ice-attribute area-of-effect spell that can completely freeze a certain area and its targets with three blizzards.

The second-tier attack spell, [High-level Sword of Victory]—which is what Bert just mentioned—is a wide-area fire-attribute annihilation spell. When Riveria casts it, its power is so great that it can wipe out the monster feast produced by the lower dungeons in one go.

Moreover, this magic is not only incredibly powerful, but it also has the effect of automatically targeting enemies and erupting from under their feet for point-blank attacks. This is why Bert wanted Riveria to use this magic – once this magic is used, the rock dragons on the field will have nowhere to hide, and they will even steal a spell's worth of damage from them. Why not?

"..."

After a moment of silence, Riveria, who had made a mental note of it, did not pursue the matter of the werewolf calling her an old woman for the time being. Instead, she turned her gaze to Flame beside her, her eyes seemingly questioning him.

"Use it as you see fit. In this rocky beach environment, there shouldn't be any other monsters around. It won't be easy to find the rock dragon hiding. It's good to force it out this way."

Blazing Flame answered, his answer being similar to Bert's. This rocky beach was the Rock Dragon's natural home ground. As long as it remained lurking underground, finding it would be quite difficult.

"it is good."

Rivera raised her staff, but instead of immediately casting Greater Sword of Victory, she first cast another spell.

"Gather, breath of the earth—my name is Alf."

"To entrust one's life to a fleeting dream."

An emerald-green magic circle appeared beneath Rivera's feet with a brief incantation.

Then a layer of light fell upon the four people's bodies.

This is Riveria's first-tier protective magic, granting the protected person a protective shield that enhances both physical and magical resistance. Similar to enchantment, this magic's effect lasts for a period of time.

After completing her protective magic, Rivera then began her attack.

She held the staff in one hand, opened her arms as if embracing the world, and then closed her eyes.

A melodious, smooth voice flowed from her flower-like lips, and an emerald-green magic circle appeared beneath her feet.

"—Soon, flames will be unleashed, the silent advance of war will bring inevitable destruction. The war horns will sound high, enveloping all the brutal chaos of war—"

It seemed that a wind was rising.

Ais, standing to the side, squinted as she watched the elven royalty, arms outstretched, chanting as if singing a grand song.

Just now, she seemed to see several points of light fall and merge into the magic circle on Riveria's body and feet.

Was it just my imagination? The girl frowned, while the elf continued to sing the epic, praising it loudly.

"Come forth, crimson flame, merciless fire, you are the embodiment of karmic fire."

As the chanting continued, crimson patterns gradually spread outwards from the magic circle beneath Rivera's feet, extending in all directions like a crisscrossing spiderweb.

Finally, a colossal object was revealed—

"Sweep away thousands of troops, bring an end to the great war, burn everything, Surtr's sword."

"My name is Alfred!!!"

As the last incantation fell, on the distant sacred peak, a huge and beautiful celestial dragon opened its eyes!

A truly devastating storm of wind and thunder gathered at the summit of Lingfeng Peak, followed by a long, earth-shattering dragon roar!

All the dragons bowed their heads!

At the same time, a dazzling flash of lightning appeared in Riveria's eyes!

However, no one noticed these strange phenomena. Riveria opened her eyes, set up the top-level magical weapon called "Great Elf", and her enormous spiritual power surged out, manipulating the magical elements in the atmosphere and converting them into blazing flames.

"Advanced Sword of Victory!!!"

Like a giant sword of fire piercing the ground, flames erupted from somewhere in front of them, accompanied by a deep dragon roar. The rocky beach in front of them trembled, and then a huge object, the size of a low mountain and fifteen meters long, burst out of the ground!

Then, two figures rushed out at an equal pace, and in an instant, their attacks landed on the top of the rock dragon's head.

The werewolf kicked out his silver boot fangs, and Ais unleashed a lightning-fast slash.

"Watch me, I'll kick you to death!!"

"when!!"

"when!!"

Chapter 55: The company is dead! The company is dead!

"Varied……!!"

With a single blow, Bert's eyes widened abruptly, and then his entire body was thrown into the air by the violent force coming from beneath his feet.

In that instant, he felt as if he had kicked a block of super-hard metal. His silver boot, imbued with all his strength, was easily defended by the ruthless iron wall, and then generated a violent recoil.

The werewolf, who landed on the ground after somersaulting, was ashen-faced. He awkwardly touched the ground with the toe of his foot that had launched the kick, numb—literally.

The recoil force was like a landmine, blasting into his leg from the sole of his foot, causing his entire leg to suffer a backlash.

But that's not the worst thing.

Worst of all, after first colliding with a formidable enemy and then being bombarded by the recoil, Bert's armor, the silver boots "Frosvelt," naturally deformed.

This custom weapon, forged by a master blacksmith, originally served as a henchman to assist the werewolf, but after transforming, it instantly became a cage hindering the werewolf's movements.

Although it remains intact, the cage's area resembles a vast nature reserve, a place that werewolves may never be able to reach.

However, the battle has just begun.

"Ais!!" the werewolf roared, "This guy's body is tough, watch out!"

"Ah."

Ais pursed her lips, her slender hands gripping the trembling Sword of Despair, her golden eyes fixed on the rock dragon before her.

With a body as large as a small mountain, this monster before us is undoubtedly a colossal species, but it is completely different from the colossal species we have encountered in the maze. This enormous dragon beast is ridiculously powerful.

Forced out by Riveria's High-Grade Sword of Victory, its entire body was scorched by the intense heat, turning a fiery red like a piece of burning iron. Even a colossal-class monster in the dungeon would suffer greatly from Riveria's High-Grade Sword of Victory. But this rock dragon seemed completely unharmed.

In addition, its outer defense, which can deflect attacks from the Sword of Despair, makes it a monster on par with the floor master.

So the girl started it without hesitation.

"—Wake up—"

A magical power called Wind Spirit Swiftness spread out, transforming into layers of wind armor that enveloped the girl's slender body and weapon.

At the same time,

A dragon's roar, seemingly tinged with doubt, echoed from a distant sacred peak.

Through a glimpse of lightning in the eyes of the resonator they had just found, the beautiful celestial dragon clad in colorful robes was somewhat stunned.

In a single day, He found two beings who resonated with Him, and each one was even more suitable than the last...

Has it been transferred to a new location?

And so, the unnoticed resonance descended once more. Like Rivera, a barely perceptible flash of lightning flickered in Ais's eyes.

The super-speed slash descends once more.

The sword of despair, swirling with wind, swung repeatedly, resolutely carving chisels into the rock dragon's body. The recoil from the strikes was neutralized by the seemingly more adept gale.

But... that's all.

Although Ais could ensure that her sword would not be deflected by the recoil, as a rapier, the Sword of Despair was simply unable to inflict any effective damage on the Rock Dragon, even when Ais tried to attack the gaps in the rocky scales on the side of the Rock Dragon's head and back.

The sword of despair is too thin!

Compared to the Rock Dragon's massive body, the Sword of Despair looked like a toothpick.

Effective tactics against dungeon monsters are useless against enemies who have perfected their defenses. Ais can even feel the mournful cry of the Despair Sword in her hand as it attacks relentlessly.

If it weren't for the [Indestructible Attribute] stubbornly maintaining the existence of this sword... it would probably have lost its original form long ago in such an attack.

In a hazy state, this realization dawned on Ais.

At that moment, the enraged rock dragon roared.

The dragon's roar, which spread instantly, brought with it a powerful suppressive force that robbed Ais and Bert of their ability to control their bodies. The dual pressure on their minds and bodies left their minds blank.

The rock dragon, still enveloped in fiery red, tilted its body and fell towards the two of them like a mountain collapsing!

"Ecstasy: Fimbulle Winter!!"

"Onion! Elu!"

In the critical moment, Riveria's ice magic and the roar of flames rang out simultaneously.

Three blizzards swept out in the direction pointed out by the Great Elf. Pale and icy blue magical energy grazed the body of Flame, who rode on Onion, causing ice flowers to bloom on his eyebrows and hair. In the blink of an eye, they froze the overturned rock dragon in place. Flame then reached out an arm, pulled the Wirebug, and leaped away.

The unburdened Onion and the onion on its back worked together perfectly. Onion bit Bert's arm, while the onion reached out and pulled Ais onto the saddle. The two, the cat, and the dog circled around, quickly carrying the two away from danger.

At the same time, the green robes covering the two shattered, and a cool aura flowed into their bodies, healing their eardrums damaged by the dragon's roar while forcibly pulling their consciousness back.

"Are you alright, meow!"

Ailu's voice reached their ears.

"It's alright, let me go, you stupid dog!" Bert said through gritted teeth as he was dragged along by Onion's bite on his arm.

"Woof!" Onion readily released the werewolf, whose body slammed onto the ground with a thud. Then, as if the ground had turned into a branding iron, it roared and leaped up, charging directly at the rock dragon once more.

The company is dead! The company is dead today!

He hadn't forgotten that everyone was watching today! He could already fully imagine how those two Amazons would laugh at him after this happened.

What the hell is going on in this world? How can this monster called Rock Dragon be so tough!

Did it grow up eating stones?!

“【Phil Eldis】, Ais, are you alright?” At that moment, a layer of light fell on Ais and Bert. Riveria, who had been chanting a healing spell, looked at Ais, who had dismounted from the dog saddle, and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, it's just..."