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

The mere sight of it here made him laugh.

"..."

For Eleanor, under the oppressive force of Helket's unparalleled dragon might and the heatwave, she could clearly feel that her cold, undead blood seemed to be warming up again.

However, in that instant, her consciousness became calmer than ever before.

After advancing to the [Knight] rank, she can now reliably construct and cast spells on this high-speed 'mount,' always ready to deliver this crucial blow.

Just as it was about to collide with Helket from thousands of meters away, it finally sensed the hostility from the sky. Its head, which was even larger than a battering ram, quickly raised its two blood-red vertical eyes and locked onto the rapidly approaching entity in the sky.

"throat!!!!!!"

The next moment, a roar powerful enough to shake the stars exploded from its throat!

A crimson torrent surged forth!

That was no ordinary flame, but a dragon's breath powerful enough to instantly reduce a town, along with all life on it, to ashes!

However, faced with this crimson torrent of death, Akalion did not even entertain the slightest thought of dodging.

He spread his dragon wings, which were strong enough to blot out the sky, and with an attitude of complete disregard, he charged straight and fiercely into that crimson death!

The dragon's flames washed over his scales, yet they could not leave even the slightest scorch mark.

As a true dragon of a higher rank, the flames of this worldly dragon are nothing more than a warm hot spring to him.

"Sit tight."

Akalion's voice, emerging from the torrent of flames, reached Eleanor's ears clearly from his back.

In the next instant, the true dragon's figure, like a black lightning bolt tearing through the eternal night, fiercely pierced through the curtain of flames, and with a resolute posture completely inconsistent with its enormous size, directly crashed into Helket's wide-open throat, which was spewing dragon breath!

Then, he opened his mouth.

A bolt of azure lightning, more condensed and more violent than the lightning spewed by an adult blue dragon, surged from his throat!

In that one ten-thousandth of a second!

The tiny droplet, imbued with all of Eleanor's magic and hatred, followed closely behind, silently disappearing into the most vulnerable wound carved out by the lightning!

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 44. [The Greatsword of the Flying Dragon] and the Return (Part 1)

Lightning, and darkness.

Two completely different, yet equally destructive forces, both aimed at reducing the enemy to nothingness, exploded almost simultaneously within Helket's relatively vulnerable throat!

The former is a pure and tyrannical flow of energy, powerful enough to turn everything to charcoal. It flows down the dragon's esophagus, straight towards its internal organs and the deeper foundation of its existence.

The latter is a cold and silent abyss of erosion, designed to assimilate all existence into darkness. Like a living venom, it silently seeps into the flesh from the charred wounds created by the lightning.

But before these two attacks fully erupted.

Helketna's mountain-like body had already lost all balance in mid-air due to the high-speed impact of Akalionna, which was approaching 1,000 kilometers per hour, and crashed down into the deep valley below.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo"

A hoarse, mournful cry, filled with endless pain and despair, was forcibly squeezed out from the massive dragon's body. However, the cry did not even manage to fully resonate throughout the entire canyon.

Two devastating attacks had already ended all of its ability to make a sound.

The lightning instantly carbonized and disintegrated its internal organs, and even more. Darkness followed closely behind, like the most greedy diner, turning its blood, its flesh, and its bones into that eternal abyss of darkness.

The writhing darkness within Eleanor, along with her chilling killing intent, surged forth from her shadow like an invisible tide, rushing wildly into the wound occupied by darkness, attempting to hasten this grand feast.

However, just before Helket's life force was about to be completely extinguished, an even more ancient, immortal power, which did not belong to the category of the "Primordial Flame" and originated from the beginning of time, suddenly awakened from within its body.

That force is stubbornly and persistently sustaining Helmet's fading life.

That is the power of the dragon scales originating from the [Ancient Immortal Dragon], the source of the [immortality] of those ancient beings who existed eternally before the birth of the First Flame.

Even the faint echo of a single dragon scale was enough to prevent Helket from dying easily.

It even had its last bit of strength to spit out the foreign object that had invaded its body—Akkarian and Eleanor on his back, along with its own flesh and internal organs that had already been reduced to pieces!

Even after being vomited out, Eleanor's "tiny droplets" and that writhing darkness continued to grow and spread wildly within Helket's body like a malignant tumor.

It greedily devoured Helket's flesh and blood, trying to completely transform it from the inside out into a part of the abyss.

However, the results were not ideal.

Even though Helket is just a distant descendant of the immortal ancient dragon bloodline, separated by countless generations, a subspecies of dragon beast that can only be called a flying dragon.

Unlike the Midil who "devours darkness" in the Ringed City map of Dark Souls 3 DLC3, it does not possess extremely high resistance to the concept of "darkness" within its body.

However, even with the dragon scale originating from the immortal ancient dragon, it is not something that Eleanor can easily erode in her current state. Her [Darkness] is still too thin and too weak—it only contains a single undead and her own nascent darkness.

The red dragon Helket didn't even glance at the enemy it had spat out. It immediately turned around, intending to flap its still-intact wings and break free from this region, which to it was no different from the Valley of Death.

"Hmph! Want to escape?"

Akalion let out a low, disdainful snort.

In this relatively narrow canyon area, although its width is enough to allow dozens of Helkets to take flight at the same time, no matter how fast it can fly, can it be faster than itself?

Obviously, that's impossible.

The giant sword-shaped mineral at the end of his tail suddenly erupted with an incomparably powerful force, leaving a trail of crimson energy. This explosive force allowed him to catch up with the fleeing Helket in a very short time.

Then, he unleashed his lightning breath, which was highly effective against the dragons of this world, once again toward Helket's enormous, tattered sail-like wings.

A typical adult blue dragon's breath is about thirty meters long and about two meters wide.

Akalion's breath, in its normal state, is about 120 meters long and a whopping 8 meters wide, four times the size of a typical adult blue dragon. And he can even breathe it longer and wider!

However, there's no need to do that when dealing with a dragon that's just a little bigger.

If it weren't for the protection of that scale from the immortal ancient dragon, this dragon would have died the moment it launched its first attack and breathed out its dragon breath.

As expected, it's very weak.

A bolt of lightning, bright enough to illuminate the entire canyon, instantly engulfed Helket's figure.

"—Waaah—"

Helket let out a mournful, incoherent wail as it lay dying. One of its wings was shattered completely by the violent, lightning-fast breath.

The remaining lightning, like maggots clinging to its body, frantically surged across its surface, scorching it until it was charred on the outside and crispy on the inside.

However, the power of the scales from the immortal ancient dragon still stubbornly sustains its life, allowing it to remain alive.

It's just that, it's merely existing.

It was utterly incapable of repairing those wings that had long since vanished. Merely maintaining its internal organs from completely disintegrating under the lightning and darkness had already severely hampered its immortal power.

"boom!"

Akalion's giant sword-shaped dragon tail once again erupted with a vast crimson light.

At this moment, his body transformed into a gray meteor that tore through the sky, crashing headlong into the neck of the already powerless Helket!

"Boom!!!"

He slammed Helket's massive body from mid-air and crashed it down into the canyon below, onto a wide plateau protruding from the rock wall.

The violent impact kicked up a cloud of rubble and dust that obscured the view.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, his long dragon tail was already raised high.

A blinding blue-white lightning bolt suddenly flashed across it, and the tail, like a giant sword, had already deeply and mercilessly pierced Helket's neck.

Immediately afterwards, the greatsword suddenly glowed with an ominous red light, pulsating like a heart!

"BOOM!!!!"

The violent explosion sounded like thousands of thunderbolts simultaneously resounding in the deathly silent canyon.

Helket's neck was completely severed by this violent energy that erupted from within.

Its enormous head rolled to the ground with a thud, and just before it was about to plunge from the edge of the plateau into the depths of the valley, Akalion firmly held it down with its dragon claws.

Without hesitation, he began cutting off Helket's tail. The tail was so enormous that it required considerable effort.

Obtaining the Flying Dragon Sword is the most important thing.

After he severed Helket's tail by the roots, Akalion was in a bit of a predicament.

"It seems that 'severed tail' doesn't exist—"

Just as he said that.

The writhing darkness within Eleanor, as if sensing her will, automatically coiled around the massive dragon's tail. Then, from the edge of that writhing darkness, a faint but pure white light, like that of humanity, emanated—

A miracle happened.

The massive dragon tail, enveloped and reshaped by darkness, was rapidly changing shape.

A weapon... no, it should be called the [Dragon Greatsword], a weapon that looked like a dragon sword magnified several times, appeared before them.

Seeing the larger dragon sword, Akalion relaxed and focused his gaze on Helket's head. There was a scale there, the color and shape of which were completely different from the surrounding vermilion dragon scales.

It was an ancient brown scale with a rocky texture.

Helket's deep red vertical pupils still retained a final glimmer of light. They gazed at Akalion, their eyes devoid of hatred or fear, containing only pure bewilderment—[Friend, why?]

Akalion ignored the silent question. He simply extended his claws and forcibly pried the unusual dragon scale off Helket's head.

As this fragment of "Immortal" was peeled away, all the life force on the head of Helket vanished in an instant. However, its deep red vertical pupils remained wide open, unseeing death.

A massive five thousand units of souls belonging to the [Knight] rank surged into Eleanor's body, which was somewhat weakened by the depletion of her magic power, like a flood bursting its banks. That pure and powerful force invigorated her entire undead form.

Helket probably couldn't understand until the moment of his death why he was just sitting peacefully at his own doorstep, which attracted an even more ancient and powerful 'Ancient Dragon' that launched this devastating attack on him without saying a word.

Akalion wouldn't care about a dragon's dying wish. Helket's behavior simply indicated he knew he was going to die, amidst the mountains of charred corpses of the undead and various monsters piled up on the Undead Bridge.

"Gululu!"

Smelling the rich, life-energy-filled aroma of the flesh emanating from Helket's corpse, his stomach began to churn uncontrollably.

However, the next moment, the enormous dragon corpse that was enough to feed him for a month, without warning, turned into an even larger pool of writhing darkness, and then, like a weary bird returning to its nest, automatically merged into Eleanor's body.

The atmosphere suddenly became deathly still.

"……sorry."

Eleanor looked at Akalion with a weak, apologetic gaze.

"I...I really didn't mean it. If you're hungry, you can eat my limbs—they'll grow back anyway, right by the campfire."

"I never intended to do that. As for eating you, do you think I could do that? There is another way to 'eat' you, though."

Akalion reluctantly ate a handful of dirt to temporarily satisfy his appetite. This was the truth; he had come prepared for the red dragon to disappear.

After all, that's how games are, and the Undead Asylum Demon followed the game's rules, but this time it didn't, which is a real shame.

Forget it, I'll go back and have a meal before helping Eleanor.

The soil here tastes good, but it's too bland.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 45. [The Greatsword of the Flying Dragon] and the Return (Part 2)

The Greatsword of the Dragon contains the last power of the dragon Helket, a trace of ancient dragon power that Eleanor's darkness cannot yet assimilate.

It can unleash an invisible sword pressure composed purely of force.

Judging from the extent of the damage, the sword pressure was at least forty meters high and three meters wide, covering an area of ​​several hundred meters. Breaking steel and shattering rocks were merely its most basic manifestations.

However, an attack of this scale can only be used three times consecutively at most. That is the maximum power of the immortal ancient dragon residing within the sword; it needs time to recover, recovering once every four hours.

If you place the ancient dragon scale that was plucked from Helket's head on the hilt of the sword, you can use it twice more.

If Eleanor wants to unleash the same attack again, she will need to pay with her own magic.

It requires a full two thousand units of magic power each time.

Furthermore, the sword pressure driven by Eleanor's magic will have an ominous pure black hue.

That was the color of darkness within her.

The earth cleaved by this sword's pressure will leave a black line, like a chasm in an abyss, that will never heal.

That was the encroachment of darkness.

However, with her current magical reserves, Eleanor can only use such a powerful attack once.