Type-Moon: In Another World, I Became an Alien God

During the Trojan War in Greece, Aegis used this shield to deflect a spear thrown by the great hero Hector.

The Seven Rings of Blazing Heaven that Shirou Emiya possesses are merely replicas.

The shield that Yao possesses was made by the moon goddess and shares the same origin as the shield of Aquis in mythology.

They are all products of Machine God Technology.

Now, the Dragon's Blaze cannot take Yao's life; at most, it will only give him a few insignificant burns.

It must be said, the solution was perfect.

Wow——!

The dark blue sea of ​​fire was cleaved open by the wind blades.

Upon closer inspection, it was Yao who swung his sharp claws, tearing apart the blue flames and the evil dragon's flesh along with them.

Several bloody claw marks were left on the dragon's body.

"--stop!"

The evil dragon begged for mercy without any pretense.

Like a naive child unwilling to face reality, that lofty authority has been shattered into pieces.

At that moment, only the thought of "survival" remained in its mind.

They've been reduced to beasts who just want to survive.

Forced to the point of losing all will to fight by Yao's deadly move, the evil dragon relied on its survival instinct to spew out flames and brandish its claws and teeth.

Even so, the dragon's power remains unchanged.

The claws lashed out in a desperate attempt to survive triggered an earthquake, and the flames spewed out in fear turned the surrounding area into a lava inferno.

Look, this is the ugly state of a dragon driven to despair.

A terrifying disaster known as the Dragon Seed.

Yao's every attack was an exchange of injury for injury.

At this moment, it has become a contest of undying will between the two sides, to see who has the most tenacious illusion.

"Roar--!!"

Fafnir spread his wings, wanting to fly into the sky.

Their intention to escape was crystal clear.

"Don't even think about escaping! Fall down!"

Yao took a deep breath and shouted in a stern voice.

In an instant, the surrounding atmosphere changed, and the world transformed in a flash.

This is the concretization of fantasy.

The evil dragon, which had soared into the sky, fell to the ground.

A weight comparable to that of a mountain was imposed upon it, as if the whole world was fighting against an evil dragon.

The atmosphere transforms into a butcher's knife to slay the enemy.

They slashed at the evil dragon's body, making it even more miserable.

Yao is beating a dog that's fallen into the water.

He manipulated ivy to sprout from the ground, binding the evil dragon tightly.

Immediately afterwards, sharp claws reached out and tore off the wings.

The evil dragon has been stripped of its ability to fly.

The excruciating pain drove the evil dragon even more mad, and its entire body was ablaze with dragon blood.

Yao, located on the dragon's back, could not be avoided.

There wasn't even time to use a shield for defense.

"Gurgle...!"

Yao's skin was burned by the raging fire.

The True Ancestor's powerful immortality was activating, and his severe injuries were healing at an extremely rapid pace.

The necrotic flesh and skin were instantly renewed.

That's not the most fatal thing.

Yaodong borne an immense burden by materializing their imagination, coupled with a fighting style that forced them to trade blows.

Now, it takes a lot of effort for him just to stand up.

There's not much time left to fight.

He must kill the evil dragon before that happens.

"Right now, the only way I can kill it is with that move."

Yao was so calm that he was devoid of any emotion.

It was as if he had forgotten even the physical pain of being burned; his mind was focused solely on how to carry out the next attack.

His fangs and claws could not kill the evil dragon.

Even if you tear open more wounds, it will only make the evil dragon bleed more; it won't kill it.

Yao had the upper hand from beginning to end.

In fact, this was the result of his best efforts.

Without the Demon Sword True World as a killing move, Yao would not be a match for the evil dragon Fafnir.

Becoming stronger is never an easy thing.

From the very beginning, Yao was prepared.

He stands here to fulfill his promise, and he will surely triumph for that promise.

Yao longs to travel with Zhu Yue.

Together, we will create an everlasting world of fantastical tales.

"You only get one chance..."

All my efforts over the past six months, all my countless days and nights of agonizing thought, have been for this moment—ah, the only one who can win is me!

Yao's face was paler than ever before.

However, those bright eyes were brighter than ever before.

The evil dragon is one of the miracles born from the planet, and it will surely sense the manifestation of the true world of the Demon Sword.

Yao needs to shatter its head and heart together.

Only in this way can it be completely eradicated.

If the attack fails, the evil dragon will have a chance to survive, at which point the opponent will surely flee to the ends of the earth.

It will be very difficult for me to find it again.

How do we create opportunities?

Just as Yao was pondering how to solve the problem, an unexpected incident from outside the arena startled both Yao and Long.

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"Fire arrows! Smash the evil dragon!"

A melodious, heavenly shout rang out.

Correspondingly, a rain of arrows, imbued with magic, struck, wounding the evil dragon's healed body once more.

"A bunch of ants...!!"

The evil dragon Fafnir was so enraged that he trembled.

Yao not only forced it into a desperate situation, but now he even dares to attack those humans.

Indeed, the newcomers were the Burgundian army.

Leading the group is Krimshild.

She led a group of soldiers who hated the evil dragon and appeared together on the battlefield to fight it.

Yao has caused a huge commotion.

The shock and light from the five nuclear explosions were impossible to conceal; finding the battlefield was just a matter of time.

"Your resentment and your unwillingness to accept this are something to be experienced right here, you evil dragon!"

Krimshild gritted her teeth.

People suffering because of the evil dragon have gathered here, and she is just one of them who have come to seek revenge.

Today, the evil dragon is no longer as terrifying as it once was.

Having had its scales stripped off, it was truly hideous.

"Pierce through me—!!"

Krimshild threw the javelin in his hand.

The army magicians infused it with magic specific to dragons, and combined with Krimshild's excellent aim.

The power of humans in the age of gods is different from that of modern humans.

Although it's a hundred meters, that distance is more than enough for Krimshild.

“Oooooohh ...

Along with its arm used for blocking, its eyes were also blinded by the spear, and the evil dragon let out a painful roar.

Fresh blood was gushing out.

The evil dragon, having lost its armor, is extremely vulnerable; even humans can harm it.

It continues to despise humanity.

However, they paid the price for this arrogance.

"Go to hell! Go ...

The evil dragon was enraged.

For a creature, being left with indelible wounds by ants is more unforgivable than death.

Facing a death crisis doesn't matter anymore.

Absolutely not! Absolutely not!

This is a lowly species, just like a monkey, that has only become a hateful insect by sheer luck!

If it weren't for them, if it weren't for them!

The Age of Gods is not over yet!

I am the evil dragon! How can I accept being harmed by them!?

Absolutely impossible! Absolutely impossible!

In the end, the dragon's arrogance prevailed over reason.

It even transcends life and death.

The evil dragon was jealous of humans becoming the planet's primates and hated them for bringing the great age of gods to an end.

This hatred transcends humiliation.

His feelings changed the evil dragon's mind; survival was no longer the primary objective.

The top priority is killing humans.

"Roar--!!"

The evil dragon unleashed its breath upon the Burgundian army.