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He could only open his mouth in bewilderment: "Roar—? (Are you human?)"

Rother slapped it again, and the dragon's head was slapped back, its face covered in blood, its nose bruised and swollen, its eyes swollen shut, and its mouthful of dragon teeth tearing through the sound barrier and sending sprays hundreds of meters high.

"it's useless."

Martha shook her head: "Dragons are the most arrogant of all fantasy species, and the dragons have long been controlled by the Dragon Witch's curse. They have no self at all, or rather, they are completely constituted by the curse. No matter how hard you fight, you can't subdue them..."

next moment.

Just as Rother, who didn't believe it, was about to slap her, the female red dragon had already clung to Rother's leg, automatically learning to whine and whimper, her face full of obedience and understanding.

"See? It loves me."

Rosser stood with his hands on his hips and chest puffed out.

Everyone: "......"

What incredible strength!

They actually used violence to beat up a wyvern, and even this extreme individual wyvern submitted.

I can't understand it, because it's neither scientific nor magical.

And... where did you get such strong muscles?

Gods cannot manifest in the mortal world; they can only descend through anchor points and are called pseudo-servants.

Unlike Mash, a pseudo-Servant, the pseudo-Servant is dominated by the Servant because he is much stronger. But he is still a Servant after all. With such exaggerated strength, there is no doubt that he is probably Hercules, the strongest hero in European mythology who was promoted to god.

Suddenly.

A group of people were heartbroken. "Great hero, what made you fall so low? Didn't you ascend to the realm of gods? Which realm of gods is so corrupt...?"

Uh, it's Olympus.

That's not surprising, that's not surprising.

Even his lustful nature was probably corrupted by those decadent gods, wasn't it?

Compared to Zeus, that anthropomorphic monster, Rother was already a pure and good man.

A group of girls understood, and even felt some sympathy, thinking that Mr. Rosser must have tried very hard to remain chaste, otherwise he'd probably have a whole bunch of half-human, half-bull, half-human, half-cloud offspring...

suddenly.

"No, not physical strength, but martial arts skills. In fact, Mr. Rosser's stats are only around D or C rank for a Servant."

Martha said solemnly, "We were right from the beginning. His physical parameters are not actually that strong. It is purely his unparalleled martial arts that have combined more than ten layers of strength into one, resulting in overwhelming absolute violence. He may... really not be a god."

Of course, he wasn't Hercules either.

In fact, she was similar. As one of the twelve saints of Christianity, she always reasoned with people and influenced others through the gospel of the Lord.

Look, even the evil dragon Tarasque was moved by her, wasn't he?

Tarask: Don't you have any idea what kind of influence you're going to have? You're trying to influence me by choking me, aren't you?

Ahem, anyway, she was attracted to D-level strength. Ugh, she was indeed a weak woman with D-level strength, but through her martial arts training by influencing others, she could unleash several times the power.

Of course, it's far inferior to the amazing skills displayed by the person in front of him right now, because Rosser really is a D-level strength.

"Converted to a Servant, wouldn't this dragon's strength be A+?"

A group of people who are incredible.

D beating A+, is the advantage mine?

No matter how talented you are, you can't reach the top without practicing diligently day after day, regardless of the weather and with unwavering willpower.

This guy... oh no, he actually demonstrated swordsmanship that was even more exaggerated than this before.

Yes, it's just that the difference in temperament is too great, so even when we see each other in person, our minds automatically separate the two images.

.......

ten minutes later.

"So this is my first time riding a dragon, hehe, I guess I'm a dragon knight now?"

Beneath a clear, boundless sky, a dragon spreads its wings and soars through the heavens.

Gudako chuckled as the wind blew against her.

"You're not entirely useless, huh? Let's make this clear first, we're not paying for the ride."

She turned around warily, only to see the young man looking somber, gazing quietly into the distance as if reminiscing about something: "Dragon Knight, what a distant title."

"Wha...what's wrong?"

Gudako wasn't used to it.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about the past."

The young man said wistfully, "That was a long time ago. I was in a completely different world, a world where dragons and gods ruled everything."

The war between the Chaos Dragonflight, led by Quetzalcoatl, the Twilight Dragon, the World Serpent, the Emperor of the End, and others, and the Order of the Gods, has lasted for four thousand years...

The grand and magnificent worldview unfolded, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

Marian, who was quite respectful, or rather fearful, of Rosser, also pricked up her ears.

Mashu leaned a little closer on the dragon's back, pretending to chat with Jeanne.

"...blah blah blah...After that, I drew the Sword of the Hero, rode a dragon, and led humanity to rise up, facing challenges time and time again. I successfully mediated the four-thousand-year-old war between the dragons and the divine court. Perhaps they were already tired and also wanted to end this suffering."

Then I became the so-called savior hero, sung by millions of people....."

Rosser recalled.

Joan of Arc also put down the bread, her beautiful big eyes shining brightly.

Her intuition told her that Rother wasn't lying; that such a past truly existed.

"and then?"

Gudako pressed for an answer.

"And then I was betrayed."

Rother shook his head, smiled bitterly, and looked quietly at the sky: "I am sitting in the dock, being judged by humans, dragons, and the divine court."

Joan of Arc's ahoge stood on end, and her eyes widened.

It's true, it really is just like her.

"And all of this is simply because I fell in love with a dragon that has lived for 20,000 years."

"The theory of lifespan?"

The group of girls were completely unable to resist this kind of thing, and Marian comforted them with empathy: "Indeed, the difference between humans and dragons, even those that are not pure-blooded, is too great. Separation is inevitable. Your power back then was not what it is now, was it?"

She complained softly, "That's too much. We've been fighting for thousands of years because of this, and now they're blaming you for it. People who love each other... regardless of race, why can't they be together?"

Even Joan of Arc nodded in agreement.

Although she was a saint and had no interest in romance, she agreed with this point.

"Yes!"

Rother pounded the dragon's back in anguish: "That's what I said too! Thor and I are truly in love, and I angrily declared that I would use my power to break these corrupt rules..."

The girls' gazes softened as they reassured her, "It's not your fault, it's not..."

"But what her father, the leader of the Chaos Force, the End Emperor, said was: 'Wait a minute, you may have misunderstood. What I'm accusing you of is not a human-dragon relationship, but child molestation and attempting to seduce a young girl.' Who understands these inexplicable words? They are completely incomprehensible and have no meaning..."

Quiet.

Everyone's empathy and emotion were frozen on their faces.

Joan of Arc tentatively asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Rosser, what is the growth cycle of the dragons in that world?"

"Is it that 1,500 years is considered a year?"

Rosser touched his head.

Is there anything wrong with that? Isn't she a perfectly legal Lolita? She's human, so she must be processed according to human algorithms.

"Incompetent gods."

"hentai!"

"Loli-con scumbag god!"

Mashu spoke harshly with a cold gaze; hmm, that's quite amusing.

"Hey, that's too much! We're in love!"

Rother grabbed the unsuspecting Gudako and used her to block his razor-sharp gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips.

If there weren't feelings between them, why would they be so excited?

Sure enough, the fastest way to win over someone is to keep their affection level fluctuating.

To win over this type of woman, you need to demonstrate your strength and provide her with a sense of security, but you also need to avoid making her feel too intimidated or fearful, thus creating too much distance. Leaving a lasting impression is more important. A well-thought-out plan is essential.

Yes, that's it, not because I found their expressions funny...

"Really, Your Majesty, please don't make such jokes. Please be a gentleman."

Marian sighed, rubbing her forehead.

She was initially a little scared, after all, her era was far removed from the Age of Gods, and gods or god-level beings were too distant and unknown to her.

And now...

Sorry, this kind of deity is completely unreverable.

"I know you're very frank, but you're too frank. You haven't considered our gender or our ability to cope at all."

Gudako remained expressionless.

This guy doesn't treat her like a woman at all; he might just give her a flying kick to the face without any mercy...

"Sorry, I am an absolute advocate for gender equality."

Rosser said proudly, "Besides, I'm not joking."

The main world is the home base of transmigrators, and the outer layer is a bunch of messy otherworlds, such as Re:Zero, Konosuba, Ainz Ooal Gown, Rimuru, The Rising of the Shield Hero, Goblin Slayer, and of course, there is also a certain Dragon Maid.

In short, he is a dragon knight in a dual sense.

I wonder if the shill will take the dream seriously and come to the main world to find him...

"So, what exactly are you so proud of?"

Gudako remained expressionless.

She felt that her leading role status was being challenged.

At this time.

Joan of Arc's expression changed: "Wait, zombies and dragons are attacking the town below! Land, Mr. Rosser, land quickly..."

......

"Are you late?"

Saddened, Joan of Arc could only watch helplessly as the once-thriving human settlement was consumed by the dragon's breath.

It was because of her, another woman, who made this mistake.

"There's no way around it, humans have their limits."

Marian smashed the skeleton soldier's head with her wand, then turned to comfort her softly, "It's not your fault, and Joan of Arc, look..."

In front.

"Hahaha, Roser, let's see who kills more. First of all, no swords allowed, no special moves allowed. You're a completely different person with a sword."

Gudako excitedly swung her fist, her powerful punch creating a fierce wind, shattering the steel-boned zombie into pieces with a single blow.

The speed at which it destroys the skeleton soldiers is no slower than that of the Servants, so is this guy a Chaos Evil or not?

"Who is afraid of whom?"

Rosser sneered, not bothering to bully anyone, and directly suppressed his martial arts skills to the level of an ordinary martial artist.

Even so, it was still a completely overwhelming blow to Gudako.