Chapter 385
Chapter 385
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 385
Chapter Title: White Dragon (3)
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The world stopped. No, it froze.
Not just the atmosphere—the entire space and time itself seemed to have frozen solid.
“Damn itttt!”
Pzzzzzt!
Amid it all, only Rokan moved.
Using his peak resistance and strength, along with the destructive mana whose origin even he couldn’t fathom, he momentarily thawed his frozen muscles and swung his battle axe toward the White Dragon.
Kugugugugugwang!
Light flickered.
The terrifying energy dwelling in the battle axe was finally unleashed. It bared its teeth, eager to burn the enemy’s soul and chew through its flesh.
‘Missed.’
But Rokan sensed it even before he fully recovered from the freeze.
In the instant his body thawed, the White Dragon had hidden its reverse scale and thrust forward its ice and scales.
Psshuk!
Rokan’s expression twisted into that of a demon as he was drenched in the dragon’s blood.
The ambush had failed.
“Scatter!”
The moment he took one more step forward, he issued the command.
He tried to pursue the White Dragon, which flapped its wings with all its might despite the deep wound in its leg and soared into the air.
“Grraaaaaargh!”
In that instant, the dragon’s fear aura erupted.
The roar that instilled terror in all beings halted everyone in their tracks.
[Unyielding Will title effect: No influence received.]
Everyone except one—Rokan.
“Kai!”
Kyut!
Unable to use skills himself, Rokan clung to Kai’s body.
The summon’s basic skill: Body Slam!
Rokan, now one with Kai, shot forward like a cannonball and crashed into his target.
His aim was the leg that had taken the brunt of the ultimate power in place of the reverse scale, now mangled beyond recognition.
Clinging to the enemy’s weakness wasn’t dirty—it was the basics of combat.
Kwang!
The wound on the White Dragon’s leg, hastily frozen shut, tore open again, and its white blood poured down like a waterfall.
[Blood Slaughter effect: Absorbing some of the White Dragon’s power.]
Each time he was drenched in it, Rokan felt a subtle strength bubbling up inside him, but now wasn’t the time to savor it.
He’d inflicted a wound, but against a dragon, it wasn’t a major blow.
A single proper healing spell would restore most of it. He had to finish it before the beast regained its wits.
“Kai, I’m counting on you!”
Using their link, Rokan maneuvered Kai while hanging onto the wounded leg and swung his battle axe wildly.
He slashed viciously, intent on severing the dangling leg completely, and directed Kai via their bond to attack the dragon’s face.
It was to divert its gaze, but more importantly, to seal off its most powerful and dangerous weapon.
Its breath.
Even Rokan wasn’t sure if he could withstand a single blast of the terrifying authority granted to dragons.
Kyut!
“Kyaak!”
Following Rokan’s will, Kai attacked desperately.
It pecked at the eyes with beak and feathers, wielding elemental power, while dodging the jaws that could crush anything.
It was a razor-thin resistance, never knowing when it might be devoured, but it performed its role faithfully without succumbing to fear.
“You filthy pests…!”
It was only natural that the White Dragon grew increasingly enraged as Kai’s defiance persisted.
“Meat Grinder!”
“Beast Hunter’s Arrow!”
“Vengeful Strike!”
A mere bird not even a mouthful was pecking at it annoyingly, and the pain in its leg was worsening.
On top of that, support fire from lowly races that couldn’t even meet its gaze pushed it over the edge, shattering its reason.
“Divinity: Frozen Kingdom!”
It began unleashing its divinity to the maximum.
Jeejejejejeok!
“C-Cold… so… cold…!”
In that moment, everything froze once more.
An extreme chill incomparable to before engulfed the lair, freezing all that existed within.
Cold resistance? No mere trinket could block divinity.
In an instant, Titan and all the mercenaries turned into ice sculptures while still alive.
“You dare challenge me relying on such pathetic power? Your entire city will turn to ice!”
Rokan was frozen too.
Even with his elemental resistances boosted over 100%, he couldn’t resist the cold surpassing limits, amplified by divinity.
“But before that, shouldn’t we finish our little chat first?”
Crack crack!
Yet Rokan shook off the ice coating his body.
The White Dragon’s divinity was something even he couldn’t normally endure, but paradoxically, the White Dragon itself had made it possible.
Thanks to Blood Slaughter.
The power absorbed from its blood allowed him to withstand the cold beyond his limits.
“You insolent…! Let’s see how long you last!”
But that alone couldn’t neutralize the White Dragon.
Startled by Rokan’s survival yet spewing rage, it moved to its next phase.
“Snow?”
Snowmen. Ice humans began filling the icy kingdom it had summoned to the mortal realm.
Their size was like a child’s compared to ice golems, but the freezing aura they wielded was no less potent.
And their numbers swelled from dozens to hundreds, thousands.
At this rate, their explosive damage alone could freeze a grandmaster solid, but Rokan laughed.
He had already analyzed the abilities he’d absorbed.
“Scram, you small fry!”
Puk puk puk!
The icemen turned to white snowballs under Rokan’s swinging battle axe, detonating their freezing explosions on him.
“Hmph, not even a sweat.”
But they inflicted no damage on Rokan.
Absorbing the White Dragon’s blood had maxed out his water and ice resistances.
After resisting divinity-infused cold, would he fall to mere icemen self-destructs?
Rokan smirked as he hunted them down.
‘Quite profitable.’
Unexpectedly, the icemen gave substantial experience. Moreover, their destruction would inevitably weaken the White Dragon’s divinity relatively.
Divinity summoned from another realm worked that way.
Of course, judging by its manifestation, it seemed nearly infinite, but that was all the better. Endless experience points?
As long as the White Dragon let him be.
Gooooooo.
“Damn. Thought you’d just watch?”
But Rokan’s honey-sucking didn’t last long. While he was focused on the icemen, the White Dragon prepared the real deal.
Ice Breath.
The dragon’s innate authority, infused with the White Dragon’s essence, was about to blast toward him.
Even with some of its blood absorbed, could he really survive this?
Kuwaaaaa!
As if to say “let’s see,” the White Dragon exhaled violently.
The extreme cold that froze even souls engulfed everything—even the icemen.
A merciless storm of chill that froze ice itself swept the entire lair.
“…Buried?”
Once the icy breath subsided, Rokan had vanished without a trace.
Had he been obliterated by the breath, or buried in snow and ice?
The White Dragon knew Rokan was an undying visitor, but it was prepared to leave him as a frozen half-life, neither dead nor alive.
Thus, it raised its divinity again and sifted through the wreckage of devastation it had wrought.
“What are you doing?”
“Ack!”
Then, Rokan appeared right before the White Dragon’s eyes.
Precisely at the position corresponding to its throat, appearing unscathed.
To prepare for such a scenario, Rokan had adjusted his Time Regression timing.
Returning to where he’d clung to its foot moments ago, he’d sneaked right under its chin, dark as the space beneath a lamp.
And finally reaching his desired spot, he unleashed another of his signature moves.
“Rage Slaughter!”
Puk puk puk puk puk!
Rokan’s battle axe shredded the area around the White Dragon’s throat.
Precisely the dragon heart. The orb where all a dragon’s mana converged, akin to its heart and core, was pulverized in an instant, exposing its origin.
Normally protected by dragon scales rivaling mithril in hardness, but Rokan had countless amplification effects and the Dragon Slayer title.
Against dragons, his damage multiplied dozens of times, crushing the scales like toys.
“Kyaaaaak!”
Struck in its vital spot, the White Dragon writhed in agony.
It fired divinity wildly, turning hit areas into ice chunks.
But if Rokan fell to such reckless attacks, he wouldn’t be Rokan.
Spreading Gale Wings, he effortlessly evaded the barrage and charged aggressively instead.
“Full-Body Charge, Blink!”
Kwang!
Once more, Rokan’s body burrowed into its throat.
Delivering a powerful impact to the cracked dragon heart, widening the fissures further.
Pssshhh!
Potent freezing mana leaked from the shattered dragon heart.
Just being near it made his muscles stiffen and body rigid.
‘Stay still and I’ll freeze.’
The sensation of freezing over in less than a second of contact was truly terrifying.
But it wasn’t over. Fleeing now would be game over.
And perfectly for burrowing into an enemy’s body, Rokan had just the skill.
“True Gale Wind Slash!”
Puk puk puk puk puk puk puk!
The gale from his battle axe manipulated the cold.
Riding the wind, the chill froze the White Dragon’s innards instead—the master itself.
The large, sharp blade of the battle axe stripped away the frozen flesh.
The White Dragon tasted the agony of its dragon heart being torn out while alive.
‘Hold on?’
Then, a question arose in Rokan’s mind.
The dragon heart, called its heart and dantian. Was it truly the heart? Could the Heart-Devouring Ghoul consume it?
Left alone, the White Dragon with its shattered dragon heart would rampage and self-destruct.
No healing magic could mend a broken vessel.
The city might suffer from the berserk dragon in the process, but that wasn’t Rokan’s fault or concern.
‘All or nothing.’
But losing absorbable power was a definite loss. Unacceptable.
Arrogant to challenge a dragon—a Majesty Master-level being—but if Rokan weren’t this bold, he wouldn’t be where he was now.
Resolved, Rokan swiftly swapped weapons.
He jammed the Heart-Devouring Ghoul into the White Dragon’s dragon heart.