Female Swordsman Training Dojo

Time did not stop because of the spellcasters' hesitation, and the setting sun continued its relentless descent into the sea. The demons, who had been scattered like a pile of loose sand, swiftly coalesced at Vortigern's summons and rushed toward their master's location.

And just as Harunobu had thought...

Chapter 213

As expected, the Bracers, having noticed this and also seen the dragon in the distance, immediately launched a pursuit. Without the slightest hesitation, following Hirayukiko's order, the female disciples of Aozorakan, in formation with the Bracers, harassed and weakened the demonized people who had gathered together.

Under their fierce and precise attacks, the thousands of mutated humans were being decimated like sliced ​​onions, their numbers rapidly dwindling until they were almost below five hundred. At this point, they were still halfway to Vortigern's location.

Vortigern felt a pang of regret. After all, if he could devour all these servants, flesh and soul, he could recover from most of his injuries. But there was no other way now. Compared to the Dragon Speakers, losing a little flesh was no big deal; he could still devour the souls of these servants anyway.

The great Vortigern was not one to hesitate!

The azure dragon flames grew even stronger, completely engulfing Qingxin's figure. Shiranui Ran, hidden to the side, could only see a ball of flame suspended in the air.

She was hesitating.

If Amaterasu is released now, the demonic dragon obsessed with Taira no Harunobu will definitely not be able to escape, and this damned problem can be solved. However, Amaterasu does not distinguish between friend and foe, and Taira no Harunobu, who is right in front of the demonic dragon, will also be affected. And no matter how strong Taira no Harunobu's physical strength is, it is impossible for him to be stronger than the demonic dragon, and he will definitely be burned to ashes.

Logically speaking, Shiranui Ran and the fire demon within Shiranui shouldn't have hesitated. After all, they'd only met a few times and weren't close. Not to mention, this guy had taken advantage of her; he should have been killed long ago.

Even if this guy is a good person and has done a lot of good deeds, ninjas have also killed a lot of good people, and her mission is to take down the demon dragon.

Furthermore, although Shiranui Ran couldn't understand dragon language, the two-tailed fox demon, who possessed a vast amount of magic, could roughly guess what Vortigern was doing based on his current state. Brainwashing, mind manipulation, hypnosis... whatever you call it, it was simply an attempt to control Hiraharu Shin with magic.

If this drags on any longer and he succeeds, I'm afraid I won't be able to use Amaterasu anymore.

As for the possibility that Taira no Harunobu is not under control... if this guy had mastered his mind like a normal samurai, then Shiranui Ran would have some hope, but this guy hasn't even developed a prototype of his mind, let alone developed one.

He couldn't even withstand my charm spells, which I tried my best to control! How can he possibly resist the dragon's mental manipulation?!

Thinking of this, the dutiful ninja, Lord Fire Demon of Shiranui, finally hardened his heart and released the secret technique that had been suppressed to the limit and could no longer be suppressed.

I'm sorry, Hiraharu.

The intricate hand seals slowly unfolded like flower buds, and ominous black flames emerged from the golden light of the sun, blooming fiercely in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it blossomed from a single spark into a sea of ​​fire, surging towards the demonic dragon who was still obsessed with Ping Qingxin. Wherever it passed, even space itself seemed to be distorted by the scorching flames.

Ninja Amaterasu!

Such a violent commotion was naturally noticed by Vortigern. However, he had no intention of dodging, for this was a crucial moment—truly worthy of being a Dragon Speaker, his spirit was so resilient. Fortunately, he had not yet mastered the power of belief, and thus avoided the trouble caused by those stone-like Knights of the Round Table.

As for the terrifying fire magic behind him?

He summoned those pathetic servants, never to fight this dragon-speaker. Aside from being devoured for healing, their sole purpose was to guard against mages. After all, they had suffered at the hands of that damned Merlin—

"Serve me, my descendants—"

With the roar of the dragon, the two hundred demonized humans who had struggled to reach their positions amidst the guerrillas' encirclement, along with the more than two hundred demonized humans who had been nearby from the beginning, suddenly burst into jet-black flames.

Vortigern, however, remained a deep blue despite being struck by Amaterasu.

Blood Magic: Curse with my blood.

Through blood ties, the attacks received are transferred to one's own bloodline.

Vortigern's second favorite spell.

My number one favorite?

Of course, it's the spell that's about to be performed on Taira no Harunobu.

Oh, before that… Vortigern’s huge, dim, vertical pupils blinked, reflecting the image of the bracers who had stormed in behind the mutated human.

The remaining azure dragon flames on the ground surged forward.

The roars and curses were immediately drowned out by the wails.

Humans are truly pathetic.

The dragon lowered its eyes, staring at its dragon speaker: "Obey me, dragon language—"

boom!

The raging thunder drowned out the wails, and the legendary sword, Snow Cutter, transformed into a bolt of lightning that pierced through the azure flames and cleaved into the dragon's flesh.

It was like a divine punishment bestowed upon an evil dragon by Suzumiya no Mikoto!

The dragon looked up in astonishment, but before it could even make out the hazy shadow of the God of Destruction, an incredibly sharp killing intent was already pressed against its abdomen.

1000% Thunder Breathing + Fang Thrust!

Unlike the lavish appearance of Susanoo-no-Mikoto, the simple blade flashed consistently, piercing through the dragon's scales with unstoppable force, creating a huge wound.

Having suffered two unexpected heavy blows, the dragon let out a mournful cry of anger, spread its wings, and the azure flames covering its body, along with the splashed blood, spread forward and engulfed the mortals who dared to harm the Dark King.

However, as he vented his anger, the blood-red swift took flight, severing the fire rope binding Harunobu and safely bringing him back to the ground.

Flames raged, and the female disciples of Qingkong Pavilion wailed as if they had fallen into hell, even the resilient little cat was no exception. But even in this hell, someone still stood, ready to tear the evil dragon that dared to harm their most important person to pieces.

The dragon lowered its head, looking down at the three sword-wielding figures, its rage overflowing: "Such stubborn beliefs, you damned Knights of the Round Table—"

Hearing the strange roar of the enormous creature before them, Yukiko Hira, Amu Hojo, and Nako Tachibana raised their weapons and suppressed the burning pain in their souls.

Compared to that kind of thing, killing this bastard in front of me is the most important thing!

A tenacious, even obsessive, mindset, utterly intolerant of any interference, shone brightly, compelling the soul to continue its actions. This bizarre sight left Miss Fox, who also possessed the power of thought, utterly dumbfounded.

Are you kidding me...? What kind of monsters are Taira no Shin's disciples?

No, even so, they could never be a match for that dragon.

With less than 20% of its mana remaining, the Fire Demon, unable to unleash the Ninja Art: Amaterasu, gritted its teeth and charged forward, gripping its ninja sword.

Vortigern's anger vanished instantly.

"You think you saved this man? You think you saved my Dragon Speaker?"

The treacherous and brutal dragon spoke in heavily accented Japanese, his voice laced with barely concealed amusement: "He's already mine!"

Flames ignited in the dragon's eyes. Taira no Harunobu, who had been carried to a safe open space by the swift, straightened up like a zombie, with azure flames burning in his eyes.

He looked straight at the disciples in front of him.

The asahi was slowly lifted up.

It was aimed at those alluring bodies.

Ah... what should I do next?

The brain trembled, seemingly refusing to think about what would come next, but the flames burned incessantly, soothing the resisting mind. A vast array of complex information was revealed: Breath of Thunder, Flying Sword Style, No Outer Flow…

His body naturally assumed a standard, well-practiced stance.

wrong.

correct.

The stance was flawless.

wrong.

correct.

The enemy has been locked on.

wrong.

correct.

Now is the time to draw the sword—

An incredibly clear mind commands this, an incredibly strong body executes it, and an incredibly angry soul denies it—Fuck your mother!

A deafening roar tore through the sky, concealing...

Chapter 214

The tall woman hidden behind Hirako lowered her eyes, as if showing surprise, but then disappeared without anyone noticing.

Everyone's gaze, including that of the dragon and the fox, fell upon the dazzling bolt of lightning that overwhelmed the sunlight. The light was so intense that it was deeply imprinted on their retinas, leaving a lingering afterimage.

The dagger had already embedded itself in Voodoo's neck!

"Impossible!" the dragon roared, its azure dragon flames surging higher than ever before, spreading in all directions. "How could you possibly break free from my magic?! Even Merlin couldn't escape my blood magic!"

"because……"

Qingxin ripped open the shallow blade, severing half of Vottigan's neck, letting the blood splatter onto him and ignite the azure flames. "Damn it!"

boom!

"damn it!"

boom!

"no!"

boom!

"Dragon! Speaker!"

Thunder Breathing: Seventh Form Modified: Fire Thunder God: Overload!

Six in a row!

The six ferocious slashes tore off the remaining half of Vortigern's neck. His tough muscles and even harder bones were completely powerless against the crimson-bladed Asauchi and the berserk Harunobu who used his mind.

This technique, which would cause severe backlash with a single strike, is executed six times in a short period of time. It's a simple move that requires nothing more than the willpower to force the body to move as instructed, and the strength to support that movement.

Haruno and Shinichi have now been collected.

[Forced Walking Drug]

[Won't run out of energy within one minute]

This ensures the most basic objective requirements are met.

And the rest can be accomplished simply by relying on willpower. Relying on the power of Harunobu's willpower, which finally made him understand.

The markings that had originally only covered Harunobu's forehead quickly spread across his entire face and even extended to his neck. His once silvery-white hair had also turned crimson and scalding hot. When it pierced Voodoo's spirit body, it even produced strange sounds and smells of flesh being roasted.

Wielding such a blade, bearing such a face, his body stained with the blood of both his enemies and himself.

At this moment, Qingxin was like a true demon, and even the evil dragon was intimidated by his ferocious aura.

Or rather, he was terrified of his impending, tangible death.

Six slashes, six unavoidable and unblockable slashes, had completely severed his neck. Had he not been in a spirit form and hadn't just absorbed the souls of hundreds of demonized humans, he would already be a dead dragon. And a dead dragon whose soul had been completely scattered, with no possibility of resurrection.

Therefore, even if he still couldn't understand why Hiraharunobu could escape the brainwashing magic he had specially modified for dragon speakers, his current priority wasn't pursuing the truth of magic, but rather saving his own life.

Begging for mercy will not work.

The dragon turned its gaze to the pitiful mortal women, its azure dragonfire blazing ever brighter with each thrust, eliciting a chorus of wails. With unprecedented speed—even faster than when that damned red dragon had ripped out its heart and begged for mercy—it declared, “Stop! If you don’t want their souls to be burned to ashes!”

The dragonfire raged fiercely, yet Vortigern's heart remained uneasy. For if it were him, he would never forgo the opportunity to kill a powerful enemy for the sake of a few subordinates, just as he had done during his battle with that damned Arthur.

Therefore, Voodoo made up his mind.

Even if he were to die at the hands of a mortal, he would not die peacefully. He would leave an indelible scar on the one who killed him, so that he would suffer pain whenever he thought of it!

The azure dragon flames burned fiercely, and Hiraharu Shin was rushing towards them.

The author says:

Author's Note: This is a 4K2 long chapter for a satisfying read, and I refused to stop updating, which is equivalent to three chapters. How about some votes? ╰(‵□′)╯ Also, to maintain emotional continuity, I removed some explanatory narration in this chapter, including the part about the mental burst. These will be explained in later chapters, so please be patient. Although I don't really think there's anything wrong with not explaining these kinds of spiritual techniques. Just unleash your power and that's it! (Not really)

Chapter 199: Slaying the Demonic Dragon

Come forth, warrior!

Let me see your choice!

A brutal victory, or hypocritical mercy!

The dragon, trapped in its predicament, roared in despair, its severed neck rapidly regenerating, its dark scales spreading like creeping seaweed. However, compared to the crimson lightning, its regeneration was incredibly slow, as slow as a sluggish golem.

As the lightning bolt was about to pierce his neck once more, severing the last spark of his life, Vortigern let out a sarcastic laugh: "Mortal! You are nothing more than another, more fortunate me! Cruelty and ruthlessness are the true way of the world!"

"I am a victor too!"