You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

"call!"

The north wind of deep winter brought news of a cold wave, its biting howl mixed with the vibrant atmosphere of distant streets.

The gray-blue waves crashed against the steep mountain walls, stirring up foam that resembled snowflakes, which then quickly disappeared under the influence of the wind and sunlight.

The haze obscured the sun, and soft snowflakes drifted in the sky. The whole world looked like an old photograph, gloomy yet possessing a tranquil beauty.

Although the scenery wasn't exactly sunny and beautiful, incredibly it didn't bring any sense of boredom; instead, it gave off a unique feeling of peace.

"Hmm... the wind is as cold as ever today."

The man standing on the edge of the cliff looked at the tide and smiled faintly, then turned and leisurely left.

"What a quiet little town."

In the world of "Shadow Reality," Iori, as usual, came to collect art style points and unintentionally discovered a town with exceptionally beautiful scenery. Having seen too many dark-style creations in "Undying Overlord," he decided to cleanse his eyes and stayed here for a few days.

Of course, part of the reason was that he didn't want to return to Soul Society for the time being... so this time he didn't use the "Severing Boundary" to speed up time, but came directly.

"La~ la la~ la la la la..."

Iori gazed out the window of her inn room, the music drifting through the glass. It was a traveling musician playing for passersby, the cheerful and relaxed rhythm even more soothing in the night, making one unconsciously relax.

How wonderful it looks... But if a 21st-century Earthling came here, especially one from China, he would be very surprised.

Because that song was actually the theme song from the animated film "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf"...

Indeed, this is also an influence brought about by Iori. Strictly speaking, when he was humming for fun while he was bored, his subordinates, who were keen to record his every move, wrote it into a song in reverse and then it was slowly circulated through singers controlled by the organization.

Iori would probably find this song tedious on Earth, but in this other world, it has a different charm—that's why they say environment changes people.

"Lord Aizen!"

Iori was leisurely drinking by the window, gazing at the moonlight, when a tall figure appeared out of nowhere and entered Iori's room. The figure stood at the boundary between the moonlight and shadow, then respectfully knelt down and bowed to Iori, conveying to him in detail the information he had gathered.

Iori nodded slightly, praising her subordinate with great restraint:

Overall, everything is progressing steadily. The Seireitei, which he founded in "Shadow Reality," has now developed into a behemoth organization with influence spanning major nations and even penetrating the territories of elves and dwarves, suppressing the "Order of Diablo" in every aspect.

In the absence of Iori, and even Esdeath's departure, the Grim Reaper girls of Seireitei showed no restraint. On the contrary, having gained greater freedom, they became quite radical in their attacks on the Order.

Several times, just when the other side was plotting some sinister scheme, they suddenly appeared out of nowhere, tearing the cult's face off in front of everyone and grinding it into the ground... Those girls were only sweet and lovely on the outside, but their methods were as ruthless as could be.

After all, the members were all "possessed by demons" and had already experienced the life and death separations and betrayal of ordinary people. If it weren't for Iori's intervention, they would have been turned into a pile of rotten flesh long ago!

After such a tragic past, when they learned that the cult was the root cause of everything...

Frankly, from a third-party perspective, it's strange that the Diavolo Order has managed to survive until now without disbanding!

"...If there is anything inappropriate above, please let Lord Aizen know!"

“Very good, I am very satisfied with these actions.”

Iori said something casually, then looked out the window.

"If there's nothing else, you may leave for now."

"This……"

The Death Girl hesitated for a moment, looking at Iori's face, which was made even more handsome by the moonlight, and was really unwilling to leave.

Just as she was hesitating, Iori noticed something was wrong and glanced at her: "What's wrong? Is there something else?"

"Well, that..."

In her moment of panic, the girl mentioned something trivial to distract Iori: "And then there's the private matter between Lady Beatrice and Lady Alpha..."

At midnight, most of the town's residents were still awake. Through the white frost, one could see a continuous line of lights illuminating the black night and the white snow.

This fairytale-like hazy feeling was indeed comforting, but Iori had no mind to appreciate it. Tonight, he did not go to bed early as usual, but waited until midnight, after the lights of the town went out one by one and the world fell into absolute silence, before leaving the room alone.

He wore a white overcoat appropriate for the season. But even in the winter night, it remained open, like a large bird descending from the night sky, floating lightly atop the tower, calmly overlooking the town.

"I've noted down the coordinates, I'll come back later... Oh well, I guess I'll have to go check it out."

……

"—Waaaaaah!"

With a deep and tremendous roar, the frost dragon, standing upright and tens of meters tall, took a deep breath and opened its maw. A gust of wind mixed with ice spikes stirred up waves of snow, which rushed towards the two elves in front of it.

They were two people, one tall and one short, wearing cloaks, yet they showed no panic in the face of the snow waves that could engulf a person in an instant.

The first to act was the petite girl. She lifted her hood to reveal her flowing golden hair, and then transformed into an elusive phantom, piercing the wind and snow like a sharp sword.

"Hey!"

The girl deftly and nimbly broke through the snow waves, almost leaping over them on their peaks, and in the blink of an eye caught the enormous ice dragon.

"Flash!"

With a flash of silver light, the female swordsman drew the rapier from her waist. It was a top-quality weapon specially made for her by someone, possessing superior performance that ordinary weapons could not match, and even the legendary high-level dragons could not ignore it.

Her movements were incredibly fast, and her movements were extremely graceful. She seemed to have no weight at all. When the ice dragon swung its claws, she dodged through the gaps between the sharp, knife-like claws and then suddenly closed in!

The sharp blade sliced ​​across the dragon's horns and forehead, and glistening snowflakes instantly flew out instead of blood, vaguely transforming into a rainbow in the sunlight.

"Uh, uh!"

The female swordsman's attack did not hurt the frost dragon. Instead, the dragon, which had not been injured for a long time, became enraged and summoned a huge spear from the ground to stab at her, who was unable to turn around in mid-air.

"It's still too shallow," the girl thought regretfully.

As the spear hurtled towards them with a whooshing sound, the female knight's black cloak swayed slightly, seemingly just naturally as if it were merely being fluttered by the wind.

But in the next moment, the female knight suddenly disappeared from mid-air.

"Ok?"

Frost Dragon's eyes flickered, and he stopped controlling his magic. While maintaining the magic spell, he looked around but couldn't see the girl, which puzzled him.

"Here you are, big guy."

A clear yet indifferent female voice came from below. Long was slightly startled and looked down to find that the human had somehow moved directly below him, not far from his throat!

"Ah……"

The female swordsman smiled slightly and swung her sword in a crescent-shaped arc, producing a crisp collision sound on the smooth, mirror-like scales. However, the scales only shattered and were not completely pierced.

Seeing this, the female swordsman Alpha could only sigh slightly:

She did her homework for this battle, and even consulted the Flame Dragon for reference. She knew that the defensive power of dragon scales varied in different parts of the body. The scales on the head seemed thinner, but underneath was a skull as hard as diamond, which could not be penetrated at all.

The scales protecting areas like the heart and throat are the thickest, but if they can be cut open, they can then pierce through the gaps in the bones, making it easier to cause great damage!

Well, even if it could kill with a single sword strike, I wouldn't dare call it a fatal wound, after all, this is a guy who stands at the top of the food chain in another world—

High-ranking dragon!

He is slightly weaker than Flame Dragon, one of the elders in the organization, but he is still one of the world's top combat forces!

We still need that person to do it—

"Get out of the way!"

Hearing those words, Alpha turned around and saw a woman on the snow who looked exactly like her, but was much more mature and taller. She drew her sword and lowered her body towards them.

Realizing what was about to happen, Alpha immediately bent his knees and jumped, his light body flying away like a bird, then slowly drifting down like a feather.

Meanwhile, before the Frost Dragon could react, the space around it underwent some kind of change that could not be seen.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

At the same time, more than a dozen Beatrice figures appeared in the atmosphere. Their toughness was like the stingers of a swarm of bees, but their sharpness was enough to cut through the atmosphere and space. Thin lines intertwined and shot down towards the frost dragon!

Chapter 349 Not every dragon has the right to make such harsh statements.

clang! clang! clang! clang!

The sound of metal clashing was like a continuous raindrop, and the Elf Sword Saint displayed a speed that was unparalleled in this world, completely beyond human visual perception, as if more than a dozen of her were launching attacks at the same time.

With her specially crafted rapier and enchanted equipment that cuts through the wind silently, her movements became unpredictable. Even the ice dragon could only passively take the hits, its hard scales cracking and quickly forming a line before shattering and falling off like a mirror.

Roar!

The enraged dragon wanted to retaliate but couldn't touch its opponent. Whether it was its claws, fangs, or its breath that could freeze everything, it was meaningless if it couldn't hit. Beatrice's reaction speed and agility far surpassed its own!

Left with no other choice, it had to endure it, letting out a loud roar that briefly forced the elven swordsman back with a burst of air. Then it closed its wings, completely covering its neck and below, especially its abdomen.

Snowflake-like blue patterns climbed up the ice dragon's wings, making them crystal clear. At that moment, Beatrice's rapier struck again, producing a crisp, clanging sound.

It couldn't leave a trace!

This is the Ice Dragon's enhancement magic, providing near-absolute physical defense. Although it cannot launch an attack after casting this spell, its enemies will also be unable to harm it.

Beatrice felt the wind rushing past her ears in mid-air, silently enduring the soreness from her hands and wrists. Despite seeing that her opponent was using such troublesome magic, she was not surprised. Her expression remained calm, as if she had expected it all along.

This is not surprising, as the Seireitei already has a veteran member like the Flame Dragon in charge. Beatrice is a high-ranking member of the organization and is naturally familiar with the Flame Dragon, so she has more or less anticipated some of the methods of high-ranking dragons.

Although each dragon's abilities differ depending on its attributes, the experienced Beatrice waited for the ice dragon to unleash its special skills from the start, never expecting the battle to end so easily.

Clang!

The thin blade was once again flung away, followed by a chilling aura erupting from beneath its wings, instantly creating a thick layer of ice and sharp ice spikes on the ground.

The scorching sparks were quickly extinguished in the cold wind, and Beatrice's pupils constricted sharply as she landed on the ground upon seeing this scene.

No matter how fast she is, she is still just a mortal and does not know flight magic. She seems to be constantly maneuvering at high speed in the air to suppress the ice dragon, but in reality, she relies heavily on the ground to cushion her movements and build up her strength. If the field were to be transformed into this state, her mobility would be greatly reduced!

We underestimated this ice dragon. Its combat experience, or rather, its battlefield intuition, was quite accurate. It immediately saw Beatrice's weakness of being extremely reliant on terrain.

Once it knows this, freezing the nearby ground and even the entire forest is not difficult for it.

Suddenly, after a series of "sword deflections," Beatrice's offensive paused for a moment. The Ice Dragon reacted quickly, its enhanced magic transforming into a thin layer of light that scattered. As its wings spread, it unleashed countless fine short blades, all materialized with high-purity magic, possessing penetrating power comparable to a famous sword!

This torrent of sharp blades did not concentrate in any one direction, but instead transformed into a meat grinder-like tornado that rapidly spread outwards!

But that's not the worst part. Just like how whirlpools in the sea can attract the wreckage of ships, any object will be affected by the gale and unable to escape the destructive range of the raging storm of blades. It can only be swallowed up by death like a drowning insect, powerless to resist!

But at that very moment, Beatrice's eyes suddenly turned cold—

All that could be heard was a clanging sound, and thin steel wires appeared in the air, one end tied to the female swordswoman's left glove, and the other end winding around the ice dragon's wings and limbs.

Originally, these steel pieces were inconspicuous in the wind and snow, but now, infused with magic, they emitted a faint blue light, looking from afar like several crisscrossing sword marks cutting through the field of vision!

Zheng!

The steel wire suddenly tightened, and Beatrice's body, already being buffeted by the gale, gained even more speed with this boost, and she swept across the edge of the ice blade storm like a bolt of lightning, heading straight for the dragon!

The ice dragon's pupils contracted, and it tried to close its wings again, but the movement of the steel wire caused Beatrice to accelerate three times—

"Lotus!"

The extreme speed was almost unbearable even for Beatrice's body. She felt her blood rushing backward, her vision blurring and she couldn't see anything at all. In that fleeting moment, she couldn't make any judgments; she simply followed her swordsman's instincts and swung with all her might—

Clang!

The dragon scales shattered like mirrors, and the dragon blood sprayed out. Before it even hit the ground, it was already solidified by the powerful magic contained within, turning into crystals. This sword strike was not like hitting a living creature, but rather like destroying a rare treasure.

hold head high! ! !

The ice dragon let out a long, mournful cry, and a wound several meters long appeared on its forehead, between its eyebrows. The sharp sword energy pierced deep into its skull, causing a sharp pain in its brain.

But since it can feel pain, it means it is not dead yet!

Bang!

Beatrice landed on the thick mixture of ice and snow, flying dozens of meters away. She flipped over and stabbed the ground with her rapier, then slid for a while before finally coming to a stop. The residual force after her all-out attack was just like that, which shows how amazing her speed was.

"call!"

The female elf's eyes were bloodshot. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before standing up and looking proudly at the ice dragon.

"I have won this battle! Keep your promise, Ice Dragon!"

"..."

The ice dragon no longer stood upright, but lay down on all fours like a real beast. Blood was still flowing from its forehead, and its skull was still throbbing with pain. It stared intently at Beatrice with a fierce look in its eyes, as if it had forgotten what it had said before, or simply did not intend to abide by it.

"You lose and pay with your life, I lose and join your organization? I do think I did say something like that... But I don't think I've lost yet, have I?"

Beatrice narrowed her eyes. At this moment, Alpha walked up to her. The two female elves, who were related by blood, were both very young. Alpha was more immature, and they looked like a pair of sisters.