Dark Soul Moon

A deep and deep voice appeared in Atalanta's ear.

"So, challenge the dragon, young successor..."

A force surged from within the body.

The bowstring that had already been loosened was once again drawn away by the scorched hands, and the already dim light shone again.

On the dark moon longbow, a large arrow was condensed out of thin air.

That shape is very similar to the hunting dragon arrow.

"Drink ah ah ah ah!!!!"

With a muffled and hoarse roar from his throat, Atalanta let go of the bowstring.

Then, she heard the sound of the bow and arrow sinking into the flesh.

"Ah, did I succeed..."

With such thoughts, Atalanta fell.

Before she fainted, she heard a familiar voice: "Atalanta, this arrow was shot well."

"Father, is that you..." Afterwards, Atalanta's consciousness fell into endless darkness.

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Ashes released [Tears of Farewell] to the dying Atalanta. After hanging her life, Ashes poured a bottle of [Goddess' Blessing] into Atalanta's mouth.

Afterwards, he gently placed Atalanta on the ground.

Looking at the seriously injured dragon in front of him, there was a blood hole in its eyeball, which was the result of Atalanta's last arrow.

It's a pity that the arrow didn't go through the dragon's head and dissipated halfway.

The dragon opened his eyes wide, looking at the man in armor in front of him.

It felt mortally threatened, more dangerous than ever.

Under the man's feet, a faint dark aura emerged.

The looming breath made it feel as if it was shrouded in endless darkness.

Pulled out a black straight sword from the soul space——

【Dwarf Sword】

"The black straight sword held by the nameless Ashes."

"The black straight sword was once tempered by the soul of darkness."

"Therefore the king of gods sets the sword with its lord,"

"Set the seal of fire together."

"The dried blood on the sword is said to partly come from an immortal ancient dragon."

A little sticky and dark liquid dripped from the sword body, fell to the ground, turned into black mist and dispersed.

Ashes slowly approached the falling dragon.

The dragon instinctively wanted to stay away from the opponent, it struggled and wanted to retreat.

But it couldn't do all of this when it was seriously injured.

Soon, desperation turned into a final madness.

The dragon breathed out its last breath, and the violent flames enveloped the ashes.

But in the flames, a group of black figures were still moving forward, and the magic dragon stared at all this with wide-eyed eyes.

For the first time, it felt fear.

The dragon clearly saw the flame hit the black mist around Ashes, and then annihilated and disappeared.

Soon, after the dragon's breath finished breathing, Ashes approached.

He raised the black straight sword high, and the shadow covered the head of the dragon.

"Hey!"

…………

Medea covered her mouth, not daring to speak.

Is that black figure really the hero Perseus?

That ominous, dark, crazy black mist, that's something that shouldn't appear in the world.

Just looking at it makes people feel as if they are in an endless abyss.

"Persius..."

…………

Ashes tried hard to suppress the sudden high emotion, and there was a faint scarlet light in the eyes under the helmet.

"Huh..." The heavy breathing echoed in the helmet.