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

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—It was a long and meticulous purification ritual, almost a ceremony.

Eleanor and Luminous meticulously cleaned every scale of Akalion, treating his body like witches would treat a god.

The feeling was so comfortable that Akalion couldn't bring himself to ask either of them to do as they pleased.

Eleanor's movements were precise, calm, and meticulous.

Holding a silk cloth woven with elven magic, she meticulously wiped each of Akalion's massive scales, which shimmered with metallic and crystalline luster, along his mountain-like, undulating back.

Ying, on the other hand, was more agile and bolder. She used her hands, which were covered in pool water, to freely slide across the dragon's broad back, creating even more dazzling ripples.

Does it emit a laugh that feels novel and tactile, like a silver bell, echoing crisply in this space, blurred by moisture and filled with an ambiguous and sacred atmosphere?

For Akalion, this was an unprecedented and wondrous experience.

Each caress of their delicate hands, to him, should have been far less forceful than the touch of a feather.

However, he could clearly sense that what was being transmitted through the scales was not a physical emotion, but rather an emotion that originated directly from the deepest part of his soul.

That was a purest form of care, unique to them and unique to 'Lan Si'.

Thus, a more primal and fundamental instinct, more than mere physiological desire, suddenly awakened within him.

This is not simply lust directed towards intercourse. Rather, it is an irresistible 'love'—he wants to completely and unreservedly embrace the perfect harmony of this 'now' that belongs only to him, along with the two souls of 'me' that are serving him, two sides of the same coin, and merge them into one.

His breathing became increasingly deep and hot without him even realizing it.

The dormant mithril runes and magic gems on the ground around the bathhouse shone brightly again because of the immense magical power that overflowed uncontrollably from his body.

"Oh?"

Ying was the first to notice this unusual activity. She stopped what she was doing, and a mischievous glint flashed in her golden eyes.

"It seems that a certain 'sage' is about to turn back into a 'beast' again."

“Akkarian,” Eleanor’s voice remained with the undead’s calmness that seemed to freeze everything, “we will die.”

"Cough, cough, cough..."

A hint of almost human-like embarrassment appeared on Akalion's enormous dragon head.

“However, Eleanor and I can help you in external ways—right, Eleanor?”

Ying slid down Akalion's body to him, her face flushed with a beautiful blush.

"Ah."

With Eleanor's voice, Akalion could no longer suppress his primal urges.

Ying and Eleanor each faced the dragon's will that needed to be subdued, and used all sorts of methods.

After a long while, this space, which was almost completely out of control, finally returned to its previous tranquility.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 61. Facing the Monster Horde

After that soul-stirring 'comprehensive overhaul,' several more days quietly passed in this peaceful tranquility.

In any case, we need to make sure everyone is in a good state before embarking on the adventure.

Although Akalion eventually managed to control himself, Eleanor and Luminosity were exhausted.

Especially Luminous, who was essentially a wounded soldier who had just recovered and still had some aftereffects, which led to Eleanor and her wriggling darkness handling everything.

Well, the creeping darkness is just too powerful.

Akalion, one round—cough cough.

In short, everything is back on track now.

Above the eternal night sky, Akalion's enormous dragon body flew at high speed like a black warship cruising through an endless sea of ​​stars.

On his back, Ying and Eleanor faced the breeze distorted by the force field, looking down at the unchanging, snow-covered, desolate land below.

Ying changed out of the traveler's outfit, which was practically suicide gear in Eldra, and put on a set of adventurer's clothes that were easy to move in and full of Mondstadt's free spirit—the elven noble clothes she had collected at the beginning, although gorgeous, were a bit too oppressive for her proud curves.

The jet-black adamantite longsword she named "Echo of Eldra" hung silently at her waist, without the slightest movement.

Eleanor, on the other hand, was still wearing the suit of the undead soldier, but the torn and missing parts of it had long been filled with her writhing darkness.

Dark, flowing shadowy matter, like living things, slowly writhed between the seams of her armor, forming a unique battle suit that combined eerie beauty with absolute defense. Coupled with her immortal, resilient physique, this chilling cold, capable of freezing the soul, was not much different to her than the gentle afternoon breeze of her homeland.

“According to the latest report from the Ranger Squad, the vanguard of the monsters in that [Cataclysmic Domain] is less than a hundred kilometers from the walls of Ansersheen.” Eleanor’s voice remained clear and steady even in the howling wind. Her fingertips hovered over a magical map provided by Isriel in front of her, gently tracing the straight red line representing the enemy’s advance route.

"Current intelligence indicates that the enemy's vanguard consists of a mixed pack of Hellhounds that breathe hellfire and Winter Wolves whose fur seems to be woven from the wind and snow itself. There are also a few Werewolves mixed in with them, who transform into ferocious beasts under the moonlight."

"Following the wolf pack and the pack of dogs came an even more troublesome army of Yuan-ti Pureblood, led by the cunning Yuan-ti Malison."

"The enemy's total strength is estimated to be around two thousand. Due to the influence of the [Cataclysmic Domain], they will become even more ferocious, but for you, my lord," Eleanor's gaze shifted to the majestic dragon head in front of her, "aside from those cursed snake people who can cast vicious spells, the rest are nothing but chickens and dogs, nothing to worry about."

Listening to Eleanor's calm analysis, Akalion only let out a low nasal sound of agreement, but his flight speed increased a few more times.

"That's all the threats posed by the outbreak of the [Cataclysmic Domain]." Eleanor put away the map and continued, "According to the rangers' speculations, although Eldra's magical energy is still nearly limitless, the ecological balance within the domain has undergone a huge change due to the lack of external energy injection for too long. The number and power of high-level evil magical creatures have increased abnormally, severely squeezing the living space of lower-level monsters."

“Even if Ansersheen doesn’t activate the Great Barrier, these monsters that have lost their habitat will eventually be driven out of the domain by those more powerful beings to fend for themselves.”

The cold of Eldra is cruel and absolute.

Low-level magical creatures, without sufficient means of insulation, such as the fire inherent in hellhounds, the cold-resistant adaptation of winter wolves, or the tenacious vitality of werewolves... would not survive even a quarter of an hour on this land before being frozen into lifeless ice sculptures.

Clearly, they were well-prepared, organized aggressors.

For Luminous and Eleanor, who were riding on Akalion's back, this worry was completely absent.

After feeding on high-energy minerals for several days, Akalion's size has increased again. His shoulder height has now reached six meters, and his streamlined torso, excluding his giant sword-shaped tail, is twenty-four meters long. His enormous dragon wings, capable of blotting out the sky, have a wingspan of nearly thirty meters when fully extended.

His invisible bio-force field also expanded its effective range to an astonishing thirteen meters.

The fierce polar storm, powerful enough to tear steel apart, was completely tamed into a gentle breeze before his force field, which resembled an 'absolute territory,' only able to lightly brush against Ying and Eleanor's cheeks.

The world below was receding at an unimaginable speed. Soon, Akalion's dragon eyes, capable of piercing through the eternal night, caught sight of the twinkling lights that flickered like will-o'-the-wisps on the distant snowfield.

Those are the inextinguishable hellfires from the hellhound.

In this snowy night ruled by eternal, deathly white, it stands out so conspicuously, so...an eyesore.

Akalion felt only one emotion surging within him towards these lowly monsters who dared to invade his territory—rage.

So he sped up once again.

Its enormous body, beneath the eternal night sky, resembled a shooting star with a red tail.

"I'm ready!"

Ying's voice was clear and resolute. The elemental force of the wind, like a living emerald sprite, swirled joyfully around her.

She was ready, and in the next instant, she leaped off Akalion's back, transforming into a deadly storm that descended upon the battlefield.

"..."

Eleanor didn't reply, but the writhing darkness around her silently unfurled, transforming into a pair of jet-black capes resembling Batman's. She could transform at any moment into a silent messenger of death gliding down from the sky.

"Wait a moment--"

Akalion's voice boomed like a thunderclap. He lowered his body slightly, then opened his gaping maw, wide enough to swallow mountains.

"throat!!!!!!!"

A radiant breath, powerful enough to turn eternal night into day, burst forth from his throat!

It was a long river of light, three hundred meters long and twelve meters wide, mixed with psionic and positive energy! It washed over the snowfield below, which had long been occupied by monsters, with an irresistible and absolute force.

In just a moment, three-fifths of the monsters that were still looking up at Akalion in bewilderment were completely and without a doubt wiped out by this torrent of light.

There were no wails, no cries of anguish, not even a speck of ash remained; it was directly evolved by positive energy.

This was Akalion's breath, unleashed with all his might and without reservation.

After one use, it takes him about thirty minutes to recharge this level of output power.

Under normal circumstances, his breath attack has a range of only about 100 meters and a width of only two or three meters.

Now, a regular breath can be used three hundred times in a row without any hindrance.

The limit of that all-out breath attack, which seemed capable of annihilating everything, was about thirty-five times.

After the light, which resembled a divine judgment, dissipated, Ying and Eleanor's figures, like two meteors of completely opposite nature falling from the sky, swooped down towards the battlefield that had already fallen into chaos.

Their fighting styles are completely different.

Ying, like the most magnificent dancer on the battlefield, wields the [Echo of Eldra], a sword with a jet-black adamantite blade. A fourteen-meter-long, sharp blade composed of wind and rock elements is formed on its surface, with the rock element rotating with the wind element, making it look like a chainsaw.

She is reaping the lives of her enemies with an almost artistic elegance.

Every now and then, she will fire a mixed wind and rock elemental projectile from her palm. Whether it hits an enemy or not, the projectile will explode the moment it hits the ground, simultaneously launching wind blades and rock spears to deal devastating damage to the surrounding enemies.

Eleanor, on the other hand, is like the most efficient and ruthless hunter.

Her targets were always the monsters that posed the greatest threat to the battle—for example, the towering bear goblins wielding giant axes, and the cunning and brutal werewolves mixed in with the wolf pack.

A tiny, jet-black droplet silently shot from her fingertip, and then the writhing darkness, seemingly alive, would completely devour the monster that had already lost all power to resist.

In that pure darkness, one could even faintly hear the chilling sound of bones being crushed inch by inch.

Compared to Luminous's gorgeous and dazzling fighting style, Eleanor's fighting style is more simple and unadorned, and... has a more sinister feel that comes from the abyss.

On the battlefield, several monsters (Grell) that resembled floating brains with countless tentacles growing beneath them were targeted by Akalion from the sky.

Flight units must die.

What a lowly thing it is, daring to share the same sky with him!

It even has those wicked, disgusting tentacles! This kind of thing should only exist in doujinshi!

Kill them! They must all be killed!

—Wait, this tastes pretty good? It's like eating grilled squid, but without any spices, so the flavor is a bit bland.

What about the taste of the other monsters?

Hellhound, with a hint of sulfurous spiciness.

eat!

Winter Wolf is like an ice pop coated in icing sugar—icy cold, yet with a hint of sweetness.

eat!

Werewolf—its flesh and blood contained a strange sweetness. Delicious.

eat!

Goblin, though somewhat bitter, has a unique plant aroma when chewed carefully, which perfectly balances the overly sweet taste of werewolf.

eat!

Akalion suddenly felt a pang of regret. He regretted that his full-force Radiant Breath had completely evaporated so much 'food'.

So he simply plummeted down from the sky like a meteorite, crashing directly into the already chaotic monster territory, and began a gluttonous feast as if no one else was there.

To prevent these precious 'ingredients' from scattering and fleeing, Akalion even deliberately used its giant sword-shaped dragon tail to drive them towards the direction of Luminous.

After all, Eleanor's fighting style is far too 'wasteful'. The monsters devoured by her darkness are left without a trace!

Come to think of it, the flesh and blood of these monsters seemed to carry a scent that Akalion found incredibly familiar.

So, what exactly is it?

Akalion ate heartily while pondering the answer to this question.

Ah!

He remembered.

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