He even considered kneeling down and begging Linda not to run away and to let him catch her.
"Nacho, look at that, what's that?"
His companion stared blankly at the sky, as if in a daze.
Nacho turned his head to look.
He was also stunned into silence.
A powerful and vast dragon's might swept across the land.
As if struck by a boulder, Nacho coughed up a mouthful of blood.
In the night sky, a pair of golden dragon eyes watched them.
Senlong, rushing back to his lair, just happened to spot Nacho emerging from the tunnel.
"What incredible luck..."
Nacho was unable to move, like a mouse trapped in a corner, helplessly looking up at the cat, or rather, an enraged 'cat' grieving the loss of its offspring.
The thick dragon tail swept across.
The sense of oppression was indescribable.
Nacho had only two words left in his mind: It's over.
With a soft splatter.
Nacho, the level 33 berserker, and his level 31 companion were instantly turned into mincemeat.
The dragon landed on the ground and brought its huge head close to sniff it.
When a dragon dies, it leaves a mark on the killer. Those with the same bloodline can identify the killer if they are close enough.
However, Senlong did not sense the presence of the [Mark of Revenge] on these two weak adventurers.
They were not the culprits.
Of course, Senlong did not apologize to Nacho.
Like stepping on an ant, Nacho didn't even deserve to leave an impression on its mind.
...
"It seems we've escaped unscathed."
North of the Forest Dragon's Nest.
Linda was carrying Tasia on her back and running wildly when she suddenly heard a loud, earth-shaking noise behind her.
He knew that he bore the "Mark of Revenge".
The farther away from Senlong, the better.
Without stopping for a moment, they continued running towards the outer perimeter.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a throwing knife shot out from the shadows.
Thanks to Linda's vigilance and constant vigilance of her surroundings, she narrowly escaped.
The throwing knife grazed his cheek, and the icy wind lingered in his heart.
What was disheartening was that the fighting spirit condensed on the throwing knife was as hard as iron, easily slicing through his life barrier—something even the tiger-man Xiou had never accomplished.
His attackers were at least Moon-rank.
Who is the other party?
Doomsday Cult, or Adventurer?
Linda drew the royal sword and took a deep breath.
Cast a Verdant Shield on yourself.
I paid close attention.
He will do everything in his power to seize any opportunity that comes his way.
In any case, Linda must return to the villa of the Phoenix and enjoy a meal with the girls in front of the warm fireplace!
*Slap slap*
The sound of applause came from behind the tree trunk.
"Oh my, the captain of the Phoenix Flower is truly living up to her reputation. She can even dodge a Moon-rank adventurer's 'casual attack,' which is outstanding among level 20 adventurers. But I heard that you are most famous for your turtle shell? Should I experience it for myself?"
An orange fox emerged from behind a large tree.
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