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DH : [46] Mutated
🕑 Added 2024-07-15 16:00:02 +0000 UTCOne of Bell's nicknames is Rabbit Foot, while Tiona, alongside her title of Amazon, also carries the moniker of Crusher.
"No wonder this lad dares to challenge the infant dragon alone, but he's still too young after all." Seeing Aiden's impressive strike, which, despite its grandeur, didn't directly hit the target's vital spot, the sword-wielding youth expressed some regret in his words.
Dunn shook his head, sighing as he noticed Aiden's weakness after the strike. He couldn't help but speak up again to inquire, "Young lad over there, do you want to take a little break? We'll hold it off for you, and you don't have to worry about splitting the magic stones with us."
"Although I'm a bit weak and my right hand hurts, the feeling right now is unprecedentedly good!" Aiden stopped the eager old man and his teammates who wanted to help again, as well as the differently expressioned Loki familia women's group.
Clang!
"Thank you, Hestia." With his main weapon, Durandal, still stuck in the infant dragon, Aiden could only draw his backup weapon... the Roman short sword suggested by Hestia. He took a deep breath, trying to regain some strength before the dying counterattack of the infant dragon arrived.
Though he couldn't match the terrifying rate of recovery Dante demonstrated in Devil May Cry 5, who could get back on his feet within minutes after being exhausted by Vergil's arrival, then fight Vergil to a standstill, Aiden's recovery speed still far exceeded that of adventurers of the same level or even one level higher.
At this moment, Aiden's fighting spirit soared to unprecedented heights.
Aiden could feel his wildly beating heart, the constant echoes of heartbeat like drumbeats, the continuous surges of heat from his heart sweeping through his body, and his stamina slowly recovering. He stared intently at the heavily injured dragon not far away.
Seemingly aware of its impending doom, the infant dragon continued to pant heavily, its eyes becoming even more terrifyingly crimson, blood flowing incessantly from its wounds as if it were free. However, what was extremely unusual was that it didn't roar again, but instead stared at Aiden with an extremely cold gaze.
In the face of severe injuries, the intense pain seemed to free it from the instinctive frenzy bestowed upon it by the dungeon, plunging it into another extreme... extreme calm mixed with madness. It disregarded the intense pain brought by Durandal, instead scrutinizing its tiny opponent with an unprecedented attitude.
It was he who had brought himself to this desperate situation!
Then let's die together!
Two streams of white air gushed out of the dragon's large nostrils as its raised head lowered, the sharp horn, tainted with blood, aimed at Aiden, its front claws continuously digging into the ground.
The infant dragon charged... its four limbs deeply embedded in the ground, its massive body hurtling forward like a cannonball.
The agony drove it mad, yet the pain brought forth a chilling calmness. This strike unleashed all its strength, stamina, energy, and even its soul! This desperate charge aimed to drag him and itself straight to hell!
As if sensing the infant dragon's resolve, blessed by the mysterious power of the dungeon, its body began to evolve. The wound on its horn healed, making it sharper and more slender. Its head became even more ferocious, its once bulky frame growing larger, and sharp spikes protruded from its tail. Only the wound inflicted by Durandal remained unhealed.
The infant dragon, already at its limit, suddenly surged in speed once more.
Since death is an inescapable fate, then let's gamble everything and drag the opponent down to hell.
"Has it mutated?" Everyone present couldn't help but think so.
Just like the Minotaur that Bell faced in the anime, mutated by the stimulation of Ottar, similarly, under the provocation of the enemy, this infant dragon also underwent a mutation.
The mutated infant dragon's gaze was filled with calmness tinged with madness, while Aiden's eyes brimmed with vigorous fighting spirit. The gazes of the infant dragon and Aiden collided, and in the air, there seemed to be faint flashes of lightning.
"Gamble everything, let's go to hell together!" The infant dragon roared in its heart.
With his left hand tightly gripping the Roman short sword, Aiden stood motionless at the end point of the infant dragon's charge, quietly waiting for the death charge brimming with crazed determination.
"Come. This time, this strike, will surely grant you release!" Aiden's lips curved into a cruel smile.
"What's going on with this infant dragon?" The sword-wielding young man who witnessed the infant dragon's transformation couldn't help but feel nervous, his tone tinged with anxiety.
"I'm not sure. I've never seen a monster undergo such a change, but with such severe injuries, it shouldn't live much longer." Dunn also sweated for Aiden, then he drew his longsword. "Let's go, just in case the lad can't hold it back, we need to at least save him."
"Exactly, we must at least save this lad, he's our savior." The sword-wielding young man also unsheathed his long blade.
Despite their own injuries, the two rushed towards Aiden.
On the Loki familia's side, Ais was already surrounded by a breeze, drawing her lightweight sword from its sheath, and she flew out like an arrow released from a bow.
Riveria also began chanting her magic.
In the blink of an eye, the infant dragon, like an armored vehicle, broke through all obstacles and arrived before Aiden.
The shadow of death loomed over Aiden. Despite the blood boiling within him, his mind remained remarkably calm.
The infant dragon's increasingly sharp horn enlarged in Aiden's eyes, its ferocious head, calm yet crazed gaze, and the dust kicked up by its limbs... all of it was vividly clear to him.
The sound of eager footsteps nearby, the discussions of Dunn and his teammates, the wind from Ais's arrival, and the chanting of Riveria... all of these sounds filled his ears.
"Thank you." Aiden sincerely thanked everyone who reached out to help in his heart.
At the same time, like an agile cat, Aiden gracefully withdrew, evading the infant dragon's desperate death charge.
With the infant dragon's sharp horn almost grazing his chest, it was just a hair's breadth away from the infant dragon's Dragon's Tail attack.
It seemed as if Aiden was calmly facing not a mutated infant dragon charging at him but a cute cat selling itself.
While dodging the mutated infant dragon's desperate counterattack, Aiden, with supreme focus, thrust his short sword forward. The blade sliced through the air like a silver-white streak, impeccably timed, with perfect speed and force. This sword strike, without a doubt, was the pinnacle of his combat since the battle began... the Roman short sword pierced deeply into the infant dragon's neck, the entire blade sinking deeply into its flesh!
