Vol. 3 Ch. 26

The peaceful night was shattered by fire and chaos.

The Red Dragon Clan’s guards were the first to move, rushing to intercept the suddenly appearing enemy.

“Is... is that a Dragon King? Or something else entirely?” one guard asked, staring at the massive figure before them.

The reason for such confusion was simple—the creature attacking the Red Dragon Sanctuary looked bizarre beyond belief.

It displayed traits of multiple S-rank or even SS-rank dangerous beasts—

Steel Mammoth, Armored War Rhino, Lava Three-Headed Serpent, and more.

These were just the most obvious features, visible at first glance. The rest of its body was so grotesquely complex that it defied identification.

But the creature’s head was unmistakable, and it was the reason the first guard thought of it as a Dragon King.

It had the head of a dragon.

A massive, dark-red dragon head, as if glued onto this patchwork body.

Those fearsome dragon eyes glared down at the ground, and with each step, fire spread around its feet.

“It’s... It’s the Crimson Flame Dragon King’s head!”

Another guard recognized it immediately.

“The Crimson Flame Dragon King? But wasn’t he slain by Prince Leon a long time ago? How could he—”

Boom!

Before they could finish expressing their disbelief, the newly "reborn" Konstantin launched his attack.

With the Steel Mammoth’s enormous body, even a simple stomp caused the earth to tremble.

The guards, realizing the danger, quickly spread their wings, taking to the skies to face him from above.

They had already observed that this stitched-together monstrosity, while filled with dangerous beast characteristics, notably lacked wings.

This meant it couldn’t fly.

Thus, attacking from the air was the best option.

The Red Dragon guards simultaneously unleashed their Dragon Flames upon Konstantin.

But even as fireballs rained down on its body, they caused no damage.

“It’s the Steel Mammoth’s body, isn’t it... Its defense is insane,” one of the guards muttered, wiping away cold sweat.

The Steel Mammoth was an SS-rank dangerous beast.

Even the Dragon Clan feared hunting such creatures lightly.

Its defense was on par with that of a Dragon King.

Even without consciously defending itself, Konstantin remained unfazed by the guards' attacks.

He continued his relentless march toward the Red Dragon Sanctuary.

It seemed the sanctuary was his true target tonight.

The guards continued their efforts to halt his progress, but it was all in vain.

More and more guards gathered, and the glow of Dragon Flames lit up the night sky.

Yet nothing could stop Konstantin’s advance.

Meanwhile, atop a distant hill, Scott stood beside a dragon, silently watching the scene unfold.

“I thought Mr. Nacho would be overseeing this battle again,” the dragon said.

“He won’t be coming, Fehr.”

Scott’s voice carried a tone of smug satisfaction. “And he won’t be coming again. Ever.”

Fehr, the Iron-Winged Dragon King, had been the "hero" who stole a portion of Noah’s power during the expedition in the Far North.

Now, with Ravi and the other Dragon Kings dead, he had no choice but to step forward and engage with the Empire’s forces.

In Fehr’s mind, Nacho Salamander had been quite an interesting figure—

Mostly because he’d often heard Ravi complain about him.

But now, the one doing the complaining was dead, and the one being complained about was nowhere to be found.

Ah, how things change, Fehr thought with a tinge of melancholy.

“It seems Mr. Erlandy has great confidence in the reborn Konstantin, only sending me as a Dragon King to assist,” Fehr remarked.

“Of course. After all, this is the ultimate creation, forged by the Empire’s considerable effort.”

Scott narrowed his eyes as he watched the creature, set to burn everything in its path. “It’s also the final weapon designed specifically to hunt Leon Cosmod.”

“With so many dangerous beast abilities and traits fused together, it must have taken immense effort.”

Fehr nodded. “But I do have one concern.”

Scott turned to look at him. “What is it?”

“The reborn Konstantin... Is he truly completely under the Empire’s control? Has he entirely lost his own will?”

Scott snorted in response. “Of course. What kind of will can a dead dragon have? Don’t overthink it, Fehr. The Empire’s Royal Magicians are professionals.”

“Is that so? Then I feel reassured,” Fehr replied.

“After all, if that mad dragon could freely control his now-powerful body... heh, it wouldn’t just be Leon Cosmod at risk. He could wipe out most of the living things on Samael’s continent.”

Though Konstantin had been the first Dragon King to fall to Leon’s blade in the Empire and Dragon Clan’s “grand plan,” no one ever doubted his viciousness or brutality.

He was the quintessential dragon, embodying all the traits of his race in their most extreme forms.

Now that he had returned from hell, he seemed even more fitting for his former temperament.

“No rest, no surrender... Konstantin,” Fehr muttered, gazing out at the battlefield in the distance.

Outside the sanctuary, the battle was completely one-sided.

None of the guards’ attacks could penetrate the body of Konstantin, now reinforced with the Steel Mammoth’s form.

“What do we do... This thing is too terrifying.”

“Our attacks can’t even scratch it... What are we supposed to do...”

“...”

Just as the guards were losing hope, a commanding voice rang out from behind them.

“Everyone, fall back.”

The guards turned to see Isha approaching with Leon and Rosvisser by her side.

“Her Majesty is finally stepping in... It seems this opponent is beyond our capabilities,” one of the guards remarked.

The guards cleared a path, allowing the trio to reach the center of the courtyard. A guard stepped forward to report.

“Your Majesty, after a brief exchange, we were unable to determine what species or class this creature belongs to. But what we can confirm is that the head... belongs to the Crimson Flame Dragon King, Konstantin.”

Isha’s expression grew serious. “Understood. Gather the nearby clanspeople and lead them to the underground shelters. Make sure to assign extra protection to the three princesses. There must be no mistakes.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

The guards swiftly began evacuating, guiding the clanspeople to safety.

In the vast courtyard, only Leon, Rosvisser, Isha, and the burning, vengeful monster remained.

“I swear I’ll never joke about Konstantin’s hell story again,” Leon muttered, staring at the enormous creature before him. “He’s really won his revival match.”

“Revivals can happen in many ways... The question is, how did he manage to approach the Red Dragon Sanctuary without being noticed?”

Rosvisser asked, “With such a massive body, every step he takes should cause tremors. Yet he suddenly appeared right outside the sanctuary. And from the way his body is structured, it doesn’t seem like he can fly. It’s almost as if... he just appeared out of thin air.”@@novelbin@@

“Well, maybe he just crawled out of his grave, so there wasn’t any noise—”

“Roar!!”

“Alright, alright! I really won’t joke about your hell story again! Calm down, calm down.”

Rosvisser spread her wings, assuming an attack stance.

“Time to get serious, Leon.”

“Got it.”

Leon stepped forward, extending his right hand. A brilliant blue light ignited in his palm.

A second later, the chirping of a thousand birds echoed through the night.