Chapter 170 Chapter 165 Two-Headed Dragon
The worst situation had indeed occurred, a pinching attack from both front and back.
The grand city gate, infused with an elven style, swung open, and the monsters, led by the corrupted trolls, rushed out in response to the roar of their dragon lord.
The troops responsible for the siege quickly rushed over to intercept the corrupted trolls. To be fair, given the lack of command, their ability to take the initiative was already commendable.
It seemed they could hold on for a while.
However, the two-headed dragon completely crushed the body of a ratman in its hands, flapped its wings, took flight, and soared towards the siege troops of the expeditionary army.
The dragon’s might loomed like a mountain.
The charging soldiers hesitated, and the siege archers shot arrows recklessly on their own, a chaotic rain of arrows rained down upon the two-headed dragon, bouncing off its gray-black scales with no effect whatsoever.
It dove towards the expeditionary army’s siege troops, with both heads opening half their mouths to unleash a torrent of scorching dragon breath. Two pillars of flame, narrowing to widen at the tips, swept across the ground, blazing and spewing forth.
A fiery path was left in its wake.
Soldiers caught unprepared were turned to charred corpses within the flames, while the survivors, terrified, scattered in all directions beneath the two-headed dragon’s wings.
The two-headed dragon sprayed fire for a full twelve seconds, then paused to catch its breath, ready to continue spewing flames.
The two-headed dragon inhaled deeply. (Although Jima didn’t know how a bifurcated trachea could inhale air.)
Jima couldn’t hold back any longer; at this rate, the expeditionary army wouldn’t withstand it. Although she saw them as useful cannon fodder, being pinched between the two-headed dragon and its troops meant the collapse of the expeditionary army was inevitable.
Scattered cannon fodder were not mere cannon fodder.
If it kept going, Jima’s dream of going home would be burned away.
Feeling reckless, she quickened her speed and flew in front of the two-headed dragon, first bluffing, “I speak with a built-in amplifier.”
Then shouted, “Respected dragon! We are not your enemies right now.”
As she spoke, she touched her ring and transformed her charm power into an arrow, shooting it towards the two-headed dragon.
The two-headed dragon raised its heads and looked at the demon, which was small compared to it, like a sparrow.
Things went smoothly, luck was on her side.
Jima let out a half-sigh of relief, preparing to articulate her reasoning.
But both heads exhaled raging flames, burning towards Jima. Having already prepared, she flapped her wings and flew, the flame filled with corrupt power bathed her body.
The sound of roaring flames filled her ears, a sea of fire blazed in front of her; she couldn’t see or hear anything, engulfed in a world of flames.
Jima accelerated her flight speed; two seconds later, she burst out of the fire column, regaining her vision, though her retinas were clouded by heavy flames, everything in the world remained hazy.
She could not distinguish the ground from the sky, but she had already prepared; relying on her sense of direction and planned course, she flapped her wings and flew leftwards.
Everything around her blurred in rapid retreat, a biting winter wind blew towards her, extinguishing the flames on her body, allowing her to see again.
As expected, she was now flying around the two-headed dragon; she turned her head and saw two columns of fire hot on her heels, feeling the heat radiating from the flames.
Her wings were completely burned away, leaving only bones flapping, still with a few flames flickering on her bones.
However, this did not affect Jima’s speed; the wing membranes felt more like decorative items.
The two-headed dragon turned its heads and body, but could not catch up to Jima’s swift figure.
The dragon’s breath came to a halt.
Jima flapped her wing-bone, her clothing was nearly half burned away, revealing her smooth calves and arms, but fortunately, as a demon and a transcendent being, she could withstand the energy damage from the two-headed dragon’s breath.
“Please listen to me,” Jima shouted. “We are merely seeking fragments of the Demon King’s crown, any piece will do; you have one on your head, and the Everlasting Chosen has at least three.”
The left head of the two-headed dragon, with clear eyes, replied, “That makes sense.”
The right head roared, filled with madness: “Kill! Kill!”
The right head exhaled flames, scorching towards Jima.
But Jima maintained a rapid circular motion; the dragon breath could not catch her. She flew above the two-headed dragon and continued, “As long as the Everlasting Chosen dies, we have no need to fight at all.”
The right head shouted incoherently: “Insect, shut up!”
But this ancient dragon still flew towards the mass of magical warriors.
Jima sighed in relief; fortunately, the two-headed dragon was capable of communication and had a brain. Now it needed to maximize its interests, and indeed, it had to take action against the Everlasting Chosen’s army; as long as the Everlasting Chosen was dead, its greatest threat would vanish.
The expeditionary army did not have the resolve to battle the two-headed dragon; if they got the chance, they would retreat. They had traveled such a long way, not to seize fragments of the crown.
Except for Jima.
She smacked her forehead, cursing herself: “Damn!”
If that were the case, she’d never make it back to Earth. She must have panicked to not think of this earlier.
In the distance, the two-headed dragon flew above the magical warriors. Not far away, two ancient vampires were battling, biting at each other.
At this moment, the magical warriors were engaged in combat with the suicidal winged knights, fighting fiercely. The Everlasting Chosen, who rushed to their aid, was also crowded together.
The two-headed dragon flew to the side of the magical warriors, threw its head back, and unleashed a massive dragon breath, like an elongated corn cob, raining down into the dense crowd. The dragon breath exploded, scorching the ground and plowing out a long line of fire.
This time of side spraying, at least about two hundred magical warriors perished. The blessings and heavy armor they wore could not save them from the dragon breath.
Jima muttered to herself: “Standard side spray; it must be a dragon trained by high elves.”
The fire light fell on her face, showing a deep sadness. This dragon breath not only burned the magical warriors but also incinerated her dreams of going home and healing her soul’s wounds.
Yet amid the sorrow, Jima felt a release, like the heavy burden she had carried for long finally dropping from her shoulders.
At this point, Jima could not see what had happened. A fully metallic blood-red knight lance pierced through Velin’s belly; her petite figure compared to the heavy lance seemed like a bug stuck on a tree branch.
Blood Dragon Knight Duncan roared: “Too weak!”
Velin cursed back: “Coward running away.”
“Die!”
The lance exploded at its tip, propelling Velin out, nearly breaking her in half, and she did not display the healing abilities of a true blood ancestor, likely suppressed by some force.
Jima hurried over and caught Velin, struggling to focus her gaze on Velin’s exquisite face. At this moment, Velin looked like a broken doll, as if a mischievous child had chopped her waist.
“You did your best,” Jima said. “I’ll send you back right away.” No more of my magic spent.
Velin’s face was deathly pale, like a corpse. Hearing Jima’s words, she grasped Jima’s hand tightly and said: “No! Seeing me like this, Arcanis will know we deceived him.”
“It’s okay, I’ll deceive him.”
“Tell him the truth.” Velin forced a smile on her face.
“Huh? Are you that confident in your love?” Jima reminded her: “He will run as far away as he can.”
“I know.” Velin said: “But I can’t live for long; I don’t know how long I’ll be dead, at least when I die, he will always remember me.”
With what you have done, Arcanis will definitely never forget you; you are overthinking it.
Jima said: “But you are still alive, it’s just a broken waist. Besides, it’s not even completely broken; you are truly a lady of the true ancestors.”
“It’s different.” Velin slowly closed her eyes: “Please give my ashes to Arcanis and tell him the truth; all I ask is for my ashes to remain by his side.”
As she spoke, her entire body began to decay at an astonishing speed, turning into a stark white skeleton in less than a second, with the bones turning to ash, drifting in the wind.
Jima hurriedly lied, “Turning fake into real,” and temporarily gained the ability to manipulate the wind, gathering Velin’s ashes together.
In the battlefield, every second counted; Jima quickly pulled out a container, producing a green glass vial, originally for beverages, and using the wind to flow Velin’s ashes into the glass.
Just enough to fill one bottle.
“I’m sorry for the trouble,” Jima said. “After the battle, I’ll prepare a decorative golden ash box for you.”
She reassessed the situation on the battlefield.
The first thing she naturally looked towards was the Everlasting Chosen.
Everyone had been beating up the Everlasting Chosen for so long but still hadn’t succeeded. Not only that, the Everlasting Chosen Marus seemed to show no signs of being at a disadvantage; compared to his enemies, despite bearing some marks, he hardly seemed affected.
The Everlasting Chosen Marus had only lost one horn from his helmet, and his knees had some dents, that was all.
Although Jima couldn’t see Marus’s expression, she could feel his mood from his battle posture. Calm, very calm, with not an ounce of anger or urgency, not even a roar of anger.
Perhaps some masters cultivate themselves, pursuing serenity in battle; even when their whole family dies right under their noses, their eyes wouldn’t blink.
But the demon race does not endorse this sort of thing; the angrier they get, the more they can unleash their strength, like a cornered beast fighting back.
The only possibility is that he foresees the future and confirms that he has no life-threatening danger.
Blood Dragon Knight Duncan was riding his heavily injured zombie dragon towards the Everlasting Chosen.
Jima didn’t worry much; she had no way to block Blood Dragon Knight Duncan’s strength. She shouted towards the distant two-headed dragon: “Respected dragon, the one riding your comrade’s corpse is a colleague of the Everlasting Chosen!”
The two-headed dragon didn’t spare her a glance; it charged toward Blood Dragon Knight Duncan, engaging in battle. The blood dragon knight quickly commanded his zombie dragon to flee, leaping towards the two-headed dragon, crossing over a distance of a hundred.
Yet in the air, he was swatted away like a fly.
Jima couldn’t help but smile, but in the next moment, her smile froze.
The two-headed dragon turned its head, both heads unhesitatingly unleashed two streams of terrifying dragon breath towards the crowd that was beating up the Everlasting Chosen.
