We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

Thirdly, she arrived here empty-handed, without any equipment. Even though her martial arts skills were enough to carve out a place for her, she could clearly sense that the dragon beside her had undergone a subtle change in its gaze.

Even without relying on her intuition, she could clearly sense that if she stayed any longer, something terrible would inevitably happen.

Unlike Eleanor, she couldn't rely on the power of the campfire to repair all the damage.

Although she didn't entirely hate the feeling, if she returned to Britain in that miserable state afterward, Sir Hector would probably fall ill from anger on the spot—no, even in her current state, she would probably see her adoptive father and brother Kai furious when she got back.

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Why did I have to be the one who transmigrated without any equipment?! Mingying's time—wait a minute!

Could it be... because the place where the forging took place was in a stable area illuminated by the lighthouse?

"Wait a moment--"

Just as Artoria was about to activate her power of return, Eleanor suddenly called out to her.

"Here's the sword. Try it out and see if you can bring it back from this world without going through the Stability Domain."

It was an ordinary straight sword in this world.

"But what will you use?"

Artoria took the straight sword without the slightest hesitation, but looked at Eleanor with some worry on her face. Her ahoge (cowlick) began to sway gently. Couldn't she try out this 'outfit' too?

"I use this!"

Eleanor raised her fist, and those seemingly slender knuckles, after devouring the souls of the entire Undead Asylum, now contained enough power to shatter rocks. Moreover—she looked at Akalion, a warm smile in her eyes.

“I still have him! Later, I will go with Akalion to hunt down the red dragon Helket and obtain the dragon sword.”

Interestingly, near the building where the red dragon Helket lies in the game is the Oath Altar of the Firstborn of the Sun, where dragons dance together.

I wonder if it's like this in real life too.

"I see."

Artoria sheathed the straight sword. She said nothing more, only giving them a deep look with her emerald eyes before her figure vanished.

"Shall we collect the souls along the way?"

Akalion withdrew his gaze from the void and turned to look at Eleanor.

"want."

Eleanor nodded vigorously.

Now, she needs to become strong as quickly as possible, at any cost.

After Ying was freed from the seal of the Keeper of Heavenly Law and gained elemental power, she became the weakest of the four 'Blue Heirs'.

Akalion's massive, hill-like dragon body tilted slightly to the side, each scale reflecting a cold luster due to the subtle adjustments in its muscles.

Before he could speak, a light and petite figure landed silently on his back.

Eleanor's movements were so practiced that it seemed she had repeated them a thousand times.

"Sit tight."

She reached out her slender hand and grasped his horn-like head tightly, as if it were a matter of course, indicating that he could set off.

"..."

However, the anticipated soaring flight that seemed to cleave the sky in two did not occur. Akalion ran along the ancient stone path with a steady and agile gait that belied his massive size.

"?"

Eleanor patted the sturdy, reliable 'mount' beneath her with a hint of annoyance.

"Why not fly?"

“Using dragon breath and spells to deal with these ordinary undead is too wasteful.” Akalion’s steps did not falter, yet his voice still reached Eleanor’s ears clearly. “Besides, aren’t you going to collect the dropped soul items and equipment?”

"But can you even keep going like that?" Eleanor asked in a skeptical tone, looking at the scenery around her that seemed to be slowly receding in comparison to flying.

"..."

Akalion's running motion abruptly stopped.

Slowly, very slowly, he turned his ferocious and majestic head and looked down at the princess on his back.

Eleanor could see an undisguised wickedness in those two huge, dark gray dragon eyes, and a bad premonition rose in her heart.

"Then you'd better sit down properly!"

The moment Akalion finished speaking, the massive dragon body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow! Its speed reached over 100 kilometers per hour in an instant!

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 41. The Outskirts of Undead Town

The real-life Undead Town outside the city is much larger and more spectacular than what is depicted in the game.

Akalion had observed the Undead Town when he flew into Lordland.

That impression derived from the game can only provide a sense of déjà vu.

The architecture is not the stone castle style of the early and middle Middle Ages, but rather marble buildings similar to those of the Renaissance. As one moves closer to the inner ring of the town, it becomes increasingly prosperous, eventually presenting two completely different extremes—one is an extremely luxurious and extravagant city, and the other is a dignified and solemn knightly state.

The former was already occupied by countless agile, shadow-like thief-like undead, while the latter was occupied by heavily armored knight-like undead who, even as walking corpses, still maintained their ranks.

The roads were filled with undead soldiers wielding longbows, straight swords, and shields, as well as undead hounds emitting low growls.

Demons, on the other hand, are the most savage and terrifying beings on this land, wreaking havoc in this kingdom of the living dead.

Unlike in the game, the monsters here are not united and solely focused on beating up the player.

They are mostly in a state of perpetual hostility towards each other.

The thief's blade will not hesitate to pierce the knight's back, and the knight's sword will mercilessly pierce the demon's chest. The demon's giant hammer and battle axe will flatten and chop the undead and put them into its mouth as food.

In this town that has long since become a zombie 'paradise', endless and brutal battles are constantly unfolding.

Only a very few beings have achieved a strange peace, acting solely on their last remaining instincts, attacking any undead or monsters that do not wear the same style of equipment as them.

The sheer number of these monsters nearly filled the entire Undead Town.

Even with Akalion's eyesight, which could pierce through the clouds, he could not see the end of the town.

The city was so vast that most of its area was large enough for a heavily armored cavalry regiment to charge into battle.

Akalion was currently located on the outskirts of town. Most of the buildings here were water-related structures, likely part of the waterway in the game that connects Firelink Shrine to the Undead Settlement outside the town.

The monsters are mostly various kinds of undead, while the number of demons is relatively small compared to the urban area, with a ratio of about 50 to 3.

Even so, just by looking at this place, the total number of zombies and demons within the field of vision has already easily exceeded a thousand.

If this were a scene from a game, then a game that designs such a high density of monsters in the second level would definitely be considered a terrible game.

Given Eleanor's current execution efficiency, even fighting non-stop for three days and three nights wouldn't be enough to completely wipe them out.

If they are swarmed, their only fate will be death amidst the endless siege.

There was no way around it; she was still just a pure warrior, unaware of magic or incantations. Although she could perform miracles, those were 'national martial arts' miracles that she had concocted herself, and she had not yet reached the Qi Realm she envisioned. She still only possessed close combat abilities.

Even though they had captured many usable weapons and equipment along the way, consumables like arrows were still extremely precious and rare, and they didn't even have thirty arrows.

Moreover, the undead in the outskirts of Undead Town are much stronger than the undead on the plateau between Firelink Shrine and Undead Town.

Each of them can provide between one hundred and three hundred souls.

The number of souls contained within a captain-level undead is close to one thousand.

As for the plateau zombies, their value hovers between twenty and thirty, only slightly higher than the zombies in the Undead Asylum.

The numerical differences can be seen from the number of souls.

In Undead Town, a ten-man squad of undead would be enough to overwhelm Eleanor, leaving her battered and bruised. If a few skilled ranged archers were mixed in, she could easily be suppressed and defeated.

If Akalion hadn't been there, Eleanor would have had to resort to a cautious, snowballing strategy, gradually absorbing souls to strengthen herself.

If she is not careful, she may die in front of the campfire, and the soul she has painstakingly accumulated will be lost.

Whether or not that snowball can be regained by then remains to be seen. After all, this is the real world.

And now.

Akalion is there.

Although he was still in the young dragon stage, his aptitude increased again after Eleanor joined him, which also led to a new round of improvement in his growth potential.

His current height has reached about four meters, his body length is over fifteen meters, and his huge dragon wings, when fully extended, are nearly twenty-four meters long.

His single charge was enough to completely crush a squad of about thirty undead, along with their already rotten will.

Ordinary swords, spears, and arrows cannot even leave a trace on his scales that gleam with the luster of metal and crystal.

With a mere sweep of his giant sword-shaped dragon tail, he could send an entire orderly squad of knights, along with their fragile shields, soaring into the sky. The energy shockwaves generated by his swing could even shatter distant enemies.

Under his claws, the standard equipment of those undead soldiers was as fragile as paper.

If these soldiers were alive, they would probably have collapsed in morale and scattered and fled long ago due to the overwhelming fear.

To deal with a true dragon of Akalion's caliber, ordinary armies, no matter how many, would simply be easy prey. Without a well-coordinated, professional adventurer team composed of warriors, priests, paladins, monks, and mages, how could anyone possibly hunt him down?

Let's just dream.

There is everything in the dream.

Approximately one hour and forty minutes have passed.

The zombies in this area were then completely cleared out.

The entire site was a mess, as if a large-scale blasting operation had just taken place.

"Goo-"

The moment Akalion stopped, Eleanor let out a groan on his back. This feeling was far more thrilling than riding a roller coaster.

Eleanor felt like she was about to ascend to heaven; she could almost see her father and mother's smiling faces.

If Akalion didn't have the 'force field', Eleanor would have been flung off somewhere by now.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 42. Promotion to [Knight]

This one-sided stomp caused every scale on Akalion's body and every nerve in his brain to tremble slightly.

It wasn't due to fear, nor did it stem from exhaustion, but rather a kind of—an ultimate sense of joy as if something more primal and ancient, which had been imprisoned deep within the soul, had finally been released.

It sounds a bit like... well, you know.

Akalion felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration, but also a profound sense of tranquility, like the stillness after a blizzard.

My consciousness was incredibly clear, like crystal.

It sounds even more like it now...

That dual core, located in the heart and brain, is continuously pumping surging power to every part of his being.

He can 'see' further now.

The field of vision is no longer limited by physical distance, but extends continuously as the power of the brain is pumped.

He could 'see' several black knights clad in heavy black armor, dozens of kilometers away, reaping the lives of demons with unparalleled power.

He could 'see' a huge red dragon, Helket, perched on its territory like a king on the bridge that had long since turned to ruins.

Wait a minute, that size... it's almost the size of a modern skyscraper. Helgate looks like a giant monster from an Ultraman movie set.

However, that was merely a facade.

Akalion's will and body reached a conclusion the instant they observed the other.

He can kill it.

easy.

"—"

Isn't this judgment a bit too arrogant?

The thought had barely formed in his mind when it was shattered by an intuition that came from the depths of his soul.

He just 'sense' that the red dragon is very weak.

Whether it's his physical body or his mental mind, he, Akalion, has the complete confidence to defeat him; he absolutely can, easily can.