"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 242 - I feel like I met a friend
A soft smile spread across Namgungyeon's lips as she watched Yeonjeokha.
Somehow, he seemed like he could do anything.
Even when she knows that there is no dharma in his hand, she comes to look forward to it.
As her father said, even if she fights for more than half an hour to eradicate them, it is an unbelievable achievement.
Even though she is the youngest martial artist among the teenage masters in the world, she has an age gap of more than forty years with Yeon Jeok-ha.
If you think about it, the existence of the yeon can be said to be as unrealistic as the monsters.
Namgoongyeon passed by with a shy face.
Then, in response to the delicate scent of flowers, I involuntarily exhaled a deep breath from her.
It's still winter, so it's a long way from flowers to bloom, but the scent?
In an instant, Namgoongyeon turned around and walked towards her sorcerers.
The hesitant enemy's new model shot out in front of her.
Namgung Byeok, the Sword King, who was fighting around Seo Bi-ha and fighting each other, quickly pulled her body back when Yeon Jeok-ha ran up to her.
This is the moment when Ilgakmin tries to chase the wall of Namgung.
As soon as he pulled out his sword, Yeonjeokha, who came rushing forward, swung like lightning.
Kwajajajak!
Her thunderbolt extended to the narwhal's back with a thunderclap in her dry sky.
It is the nine- heavens- sword technique.
Kwakwang!
With the sound of thunder, the upper body of the narrator bent forward.
Irgakma stumbled as if about to collapse, but managed to balance.
A narrator who was following the wall of Namgung roughly twisted her upper body.
He was so angry that a natural fire burned in the black pupil of the narrator.
Irgakma waved both hands.
Whiing wheeing wheeing wheeing—.
The half-moon-shaped strong air rushed toward the Yeongju River like waves.
The thunderbolt pouring out from the sword under the yeon broke the strong ki and hit the narrator again.
Kwakwang!
Black smoke rose from the chest of the narrator who had been struck by a thunderbolt.
“Kuaaa!”
A groan escaped from the mouth of the ilgakma.
It was a scream, not a roar.
It's a strange phenomenon when you think of the ilgakmin who was calm even after being hit by the sword of the Namgung wall.
After that, the Ilgakma didn't attack as boldly as before and hesitated.
It's not like you're just looking at it.
He recklessly ran toward the narrator like a mad bull.
"die! die! die!"
'Why did you change the sword?'
Irgakma tried to block it with his blade-like claws, but it was not enough.
Both of his hands bounced back, and the blade of the sword was lodged in the wide-open chest of a demon.
Chae-chaeng - Bang! bang! bang!
Yeonjeokha, who had hit Irma with his sword several times, tilted his head.
There didn't seem to be much difference between Waryonggeom and now.
'Then it's the Nine Heaven Sword!'
He kicked off the ground and jumped into the air.
A staggering narwhal followed his movements and raised his head.
At that time, the advent of the wise woman unfolded.
The tip of the sword, which had been pointed towards the sky, fell gently on the head of the narrator.
A haze-like black air spread thickly beneath the feet of the fallen trees, and it seemed as if they were descending on clouds.
If Namgoongyeon had unfolded it, it would have looked like Gucheonhyeonnyeo coming down from the sky.
Kwajik-.
Geomchim broke the horn of the narcissist and got stuck in the top of his head.
“Kuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
The narrator, who struggled in pain, gradually turned to ashes and scattered.
He drew his sword with a satisfied expression.
As expected, the waryong sword was not a dharma.
He insisted on watching the law around Hado, so he almost forgot.
'As expected, I shouldn't listen to others.'
Namgung Byeok smiled and approached Yeonjeokha, who was shaking his head with a disapproving face.
"haha! It's amazing how quickly you deal with Irma. As I heard from Yeon-i, it is indeed a mysterious swordsmanship. Was it the Nine Heaven Sword?”
Namgung Byeok was astonishing and even absurd.
What took him half an hour (an hour), he finished in half an hour (about 7 minutes).
Only then did Namgoong-yeon's words make sense.
The yeon sword attack is at odds with the monsters. No, it's more than that.
It was surprising to see thunderbolts pouring out of the sword, but it looked like it was coming down on a cloud!
“Ah, yes. It’s a herbivore called Advent of the Hyeonnyeo.”
"indeed! A little while ago, black smoke accumulated under your feet like a mist, like an angel descending from the sky.”
“It’s not quite like that… … .”
He scratched his head with an embarrassed face.
At that time, merchant Yonggyeol and the elders, a long-term leader of the non-partisan faction, approached with quick steps.
As soon as Merchant Ying Qi arrived, he opened his eyes wide and looked up and down under his long skirt.
“Why are you like that?”
"ah! Excuse me. Everyone said that they could feel the virtuous spirit in the swordsmanship of Yeon Gongja. Of course, it looked like that in my eyes too. Have you ever made progress in the Taomen?”
The elders of the Cheonjimaeng called him “Yeon Gongja,” just like Gu Cheonno had a old sim.
It is because the adults of the political faction are embarrassed to call him a ‘small cooperative’ or a ‘large cooperative’.
“Is Gucheonhyeonnyeo a Taoist hermit?”
“It is.”
“Then it will be right.”
Since he was smart enough to be younger, he couldn't bear to say that he learned from the wise woman of Gucheon.
Exclamation flowed from the lips of the non-partisan masters.
"Oh oh!"
"Indeed! This is the power of Taoism!”
They also watched as the yeon killed the Irma without much effort.
I was surprised at first, but then despaired.
Now that he, in his early twenties, easily solved the monsters that he couldn't handle, the free apprenticeship system, the greatest master in the world, he was worried about the future of the faction.
But the situation soon turned around.
It was because the elders said, ‘You can feel the good spirit in his swordplay.
Come to think of it, the martial arts that Yeon Jeok-ha learned belonged to Waryongjang, not Nokrim.
It is said that if you have inherited the martial arts of the swordsman, the swordsman Yeon Mu-ryong, you are not a villain to the core.
It was for that reason that they were friendly with the Taoism.
For a long time, I had to listen to lectures on immortals surrounded by non-partisan masters.
When he got bored, Merchant Yingxian hurriedly got down to business.
“Being with Confucius Yeon makes me feel refreshed, it feels like meeting a Dou. Since we are all the same school gate, let's stay close like alumni from now on.”
Merchant Yeonggyeol made a really embarrassing noise.
The swordsmith under Yeonjeok-ha was shocking enough that such a proposal came out of the mouth of a non-partisan long-time writer.
“Ah, yes. I will.”
"haha. I heard it clearly with my ears, so I have nothing else to say.”
Merchant Yonggyeol nodded his head with a satisfied face.
It's only natural that he came to Suzakudae due to his relationship with the Sword King and caught a big fish that would shake the world.
***
Southern directness.
host.
Sohyun (萧县).
Five seconds (11:00 a.m.).
Finally, the Blue Dragon team arrived at Sohyeon, where Tianmen Mountain is located.
It was three days after the day when Suzakudae defeated Irgakmain under Seobi.
Three hundred and sixty-five soldiers came, but the prefectural governor and the officials did not even show their noses.
Like Ri Shin-hyeon's prefecture, they might pressurize under the guise of greetings, but they rather hid.
Since Cheonjimaeng is an alliance of political parties, he avoided it at all because he was afraid that he would be harmed.
After having an early lunch in the village, the Blue Dragon team set off for Tianmen Mountain.
Around the end of Missy (3pm).
Finally, the Blue Dragons arrived at Tianmen Mountain.
A sigh flowed from Uicheon Swordsman Lee Ui-jeong's mouth as she looked around.
It is ashes everywhere, as if a swarm of firemen had swept through them.
It must be the work of a demonic dragon that spews the horrors of hell from his mouth.
Uijeong Lee summoned the magicians of Jemadan.
“Everyone must have heard of it, but be careful of the fire coming out of the demon dragon’s mouth. They say it won’t go out until what it touches turns to ashes.”
"yes."
"All right."
The sorcerers politely responded to the warning of the legendary great swordsman.
Lee Eui-jeong, who looked around for a while, gestured to his son, the swordsman Lee Yeon-ik.
"yes."
“I think Uicheonmun and Paengga should be in charge of the magicians of Jemadan. Deliver my wishes to Byeokgyeokdo (Paenga's head), and move with the magicians.”
“I will do as you say.”
After thinking for a while, Uijeong Lee asked the magicians.
“Hey guys. The demon dragon will appear soon, so do you have any plans to deal with the demon dragon?”
He didn't know about the sorcerers, so he asked them for their opinion.
The sorcerers, who had been arguing for a while, set up the Gongsan Geosa of Daerim Temple as their representative.
“Dae-lord, since we don’t have the ability to believe, please lure the Demon Dragon to us. Then we will use magic to deal with the demon dragon.”
“Demon dragons fly in the sky, can you do that?”
“The anti-mabolishin drink I have has the supernormal ability to trap monsters. There is no place to escape from the power of the Lord of Anti-Magic, whether it is above the sky or under the sky.”
Lee Eui-jung nodded his head at his humble yet confident answer.
"If that's what you mean, so be it. You guys should focus only on magic. The warriors of Uicheonmun and Paengga will risk their lives to protect you.”
"Thank you. I will repay you with good results.”
The communist rulers and sorcerers bowed their heads in moderation.
Just then, a faint, raspy scream was heard from afar.
kyaaaaa
The sound came closer and closer.
The Blue Dragons believed in the number of three hundred and sixty-five people and the magicians, and were not greatly shaken. Maybe it was because I had never experienced a monster before.
Soon after, something slanted across the mountain and flew.
It was a demonic dragon that flew by flapping its bat wings.
On the left and right sides of the protruding mouth, teeth like elephant ivory glistened in the sunlight.
The magic dragon opened his mouth wide as soon as he appeared.
The masters of the Blue Dragon had no time to defend themselves.
Roaring-.
An armful of fireballs fell to the ground like hailstones.
Patter- cooong- boom-.
Roaring-.
The four sides turned into a sea of fire.
The blue dragon masters fled in all directions like locusts to avoid the fireball.
Fireballs also fell on the heads of the Cheongseongpa elders.
The elders of the Qingsheng faction threw themselves without delay, but could not completely escape the cowardice of hell.
wooow-.
The ball of fire hit the ground and exploded, sending out small embers in all directions.
As the embers clung to the bodies of several elders, the road to hell unfolded.
In the blink of an eye, large flames engulfed the bodies of the elders.
“Keah!”
“Ah!”
“Sah, save me!”
The elders, engulfed in fire, screamed and ran to the place where the Qingsheng sect drummers were gathered.
Unluckily, blue-green waves passed through their hands The disciples soon became pillars of flame.
Uijeong Lee, who was sighing at the sight of the Blue Dragons, who had turned into an abyss in an instant, threw a sword into the sky.
Like a black arrow, it flew in a straight line toward the Demon Dragon.
Seeing that, the Demon Dragon flapped its wings and went up, and the sword also rose vertically.
puck!
The sword was embedded in the dragon's lower body.
No, it looked like it was going to hit, but the sword bounced off and fell to the ground.
'ah!'
Lee Ui-jeong sighed inwardly and re-established the sword.
The sword, which had plummeted to the ground, flew up again like an eagle.
If the body doesn't work, it's the wings.
Lee Ui-jeong's sword pierced the demon dragon's large wings.
Peruk-.
Although the hole was pierced, the Demon Dragon still flapped its wings and floated around in the sky.
Can't you do anything with the sword?
It seemed like he knew why the self-respecting martial artist ran away from the demon dragon.
It is time for Lee Eui-jung to struggle to find a new way.
Gongseongeosa threw the ink-colored rosary he was holding along with the ‘Guanyin Yin Bodhisattva Bodhisattva Mantra’.
“Om Desedya Domini Dode Saddaya Hum Bhatak!”
Lee Eui-jung, who saw that, thought, 'I'm doing one thing at a time'.
Even the technique of the sword won't work, so there's no way something like that would work!
But what is this?
The ungainly-looking rosary slithered up into the sky like a dragon ascending to heaven.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the magic dragon's leg was wrapped around it.
“Kyaaaaa!”
The Demon Dragon struggled and descended slowly as if caught in an invisible net.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 242 - I feel like I met a friend
A soft smile spread across Namgungyeon's lips as she watched Yeonjeokha.
Somehow, he seemed like he could do anything.
Even when she knows that there is no dharma in his hand, she comes to look forward to it.
As her father said, even if she fights for more than half an hour to eradicate them, it is an unbelievable achievement.
Even though she is the youngest martial artist among the teenage masters in the world, she has an age gap of more than forty years with Yeon Jeok-ha.
If you think about it, the existence of the yeon can be said to be as unrealistic as the monsters.
Namgoongyeon passed by with a shy face.
Then, in response to the delicate scent of flowers, I involuntarily exhaled a deep breath from her.
It's still winter, so it's a long way from flowers to bloom, but the scent?
In an instant, Namgoongyeon turned around and walked towards her sorcerers.
The hesitant enemy's new model shot out in front of her.
Namgung Byeok, the Sword King, who was fighting around Seo Bi-ha and fighting each other, quickly pulled her body back when Yeon Jeok-ha ran up to her.
This is the moment when Ilgakmin tries to chase the wall of Namgung.
As soon as he pulled out his sword, Yeonjeokha, who came rushing forward, swung like lightning.
Kwajajajak!
Her thunderbolt extended to the narwhal's back with a thunderclap in her dry sky.
It is the nine- heavens- sword technique.
Kwakwang!
With the sound of thunder, the upper body of the narrator bent forward.
Irgakma stumbled as if about to collapse, but managed to balance.
A narrator who was following the wall of Namgung roughly twisted her upper body.
He was so angry that a natural fire burned in the black pupil of the narrator.
Irgakma waved both hands.
Whiing wheeing wheeing wheeing—.
The half-moon-shaped strong air rushed toward the Yeongju River like waves.
The thunderbolt pouring out from the sword under the yeon broke the strong ki and hit the narrator again.
Kwakwang!
Black smoke rose from the chest of the narrator who had been struck by a thunderbolt.
“Kuaaa!”
A groan escaped from the mouth of the ilgakma.
It was a scream, not a roar.
It's a strange phenomenon when you think of the ilgakmin who was calm even after being hit by the sword of the Namgung wall.
After that, the Ilgakma didn't attack as boldly as before and hesitated.
It's not like you're just looking at it.
He recklessly ran toward the narrator like a mad bull.
"die! die! die!"
'Why did you change the sword?'
Irgakma tried to block it with his blade-like claws, but it was not enough.
Both of his hands bounced back, and the blade of the sword was lodged in the wide-open chest of a demon.
Chae-chaeng - Bang! bang! bang!
Yeonjeokha, who had hit Irma with his sword several times, tilted his head.
There didn't seem to be much difference between Waryonggeom and now.
'Then it's the Nine Heaven Sword!'
He kicked off the ground and jumped into the air.
A staggering narwhal followed his movements and raised his head.
At that time, the advent of the wise woman unfolded.
The tip of the sword, which had been pointed towards the sky, fell gently on the head of the narrator.
A haze-like black air spread thickly beneath the feet of the fallen trees, and it seemed as if they were descending on clouds.
If Namgoongyeon had unfolded it, it would have looked like Gucheonhyeonnyeo coming down from the sky.
Kwajik-.
Geomchim broke the horn of the narcissist and got stuck in the top of his head.
“Kuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
The narrator, who struggled in pain, gradually turned to ashes and scattered.
He drew his sword with a satisfied expression.
As expected, the waryong sword was not a dharma.
He insisted on watching the law around Hado, so he almost forgot.
'As expected, I shouldn't listen to others.'
Namgung Byeok smiled and approached Yeonjeokha, who was shaking his head with a disapproving face.
"haha! It's amazing how quickly you deal with Irma. As I heard from Yeon-i, it is indeed a mysterious swordsmanship. Was it the Nine Heaven Sword?”
Namgung Byeok was astonishing and even absurd.
What took him half an hour (an hour), he finished in half an hour (about 7 minutes).
Only then did Namgoong-yeon's words make sense.
The yeon sword attack is at odds with the monsters. No, it's more than that.
It was surprising to see thunderbolts pouring out of the sword, but it looked like it was coming down on a cloud!
“Ah, yes. It’s a herbivore called Advent of the Hyeonnyeo.”
"indeed! A little while ago, black smoke accumulated under your feet like a mist, like an angel descending from the sky.”
“It’s not quite like that… … .”
He scratched his head with an embarrassed face.
At that time, merchant Yonggyeol and the elders, a long-term leader of the non-partisan faction, approached with quick steps.
As soon as Merchant Ying Qi arrived, he opened his eyes wide and looked up and down under his long skirt.
“Why are you like that?”
"ah! Excuse me. Everyone said that they could feel the virtuous spirit in the swordsmanship of Yeon Gongja. Of course, it looked like that in my eyes too. Have you ever made progress in the Taomen?”
The elders of the Cheonjimaeng called him “Yeon Gongja,” just like Gu Cheonno had a old sim.
It is because the adults of the political faction are embarrassed to call him a ‘small cooperative’ or a ‘large cooperative’.
“Is Gucheonhyeonnyeo a Taoist hermit?”
“It is.”
“Then it will be right.”
Since he was smart enough to be younger, he couldn't bear to say that he learned from the wise woman of Gucheon.
Exclamation flowed from the lips of the non-partisan masters.
"Oh oh!"
"Indeed! This is the power of Taoism!”
They also watched as the yeon killed the Irma without much effort.
I was surprised at first, but then despaired.
Now that he, in his early twenties, easily solved the monsters that he couldn't handle, the free apprenticeship system, the greatest master in the world, he was worried about the future of the faction.
But the situation soon turned around.
It was because the elders said, ‘You can feel the good spirit in his swordplay.
Come to think of it, the martial arts that Yeon Jeok-ha learned belonged to Waryongjang, not Nokrim.
It is said that if you have inherited the martial arts of the swordsman, the swordsman Yeon Mu-ryong, you are not a villain to the core.
It was for that reason that they were friendly with the Taoism.
For a long time, I had to listen to lectures on immortals surrounded by non-partisan masters.
When he got bored, Merchant Yingxian hurriedly got down to business.
“Being with Confucius Yeon makes me feel refreshed, it feels like meeting a Dou. Since we are all the same school gate, let's stay close like alumni from now on.”
Merchant Yeonggyeol made a really embarrassing noise.
The swordsmith under Yeonjeok-ha was shocking enough that such a proposal came out of the mouth of a non-partisan long-time writer.
“Ah, yes. I will.”
"haha. I heard it clearly with my ears, so I have nothing else to say.”
Merchant Yonggyeol nodded his head with a satisfied face.
It's only natural that he came to Suzakudae due to his relationship with the Sword King and caught a big fish that would shake the world.
***
Southern directness.
host.
Sohyun (萧县).
Five seconds (11:00 a.m.).
Finally, the Blue Dragon team arrived at Sohyeon, where Tianmen Mountain is located.
It was three days after the day when Suzakudae defeated Irgakmain under Seobi.
Three hundred and sixty-five soldiers came, but the prefectural governor and the officials did not even show their noses.
Like Ri Shin-hyeon's prefecture, they might pressurize under the guise of greetings, but they rather hid.
Since Cheonjimaeng is an alliance of political parties, he avoided it at all because he was afraid that he would be harmed.
After having an early lunch in the village, the Blue Dragon team set off for Tianmen Mountain.
Around the end of Missy (3pm).
Finally, the Blue Dragons arrived at Tianmen Mountain.
A sigh flowed from Uicheon Swordsman Lee Ui-jeong's mouth as she looked around.
It is ashes everywhere, as if a swarm of firemen had swept through them.
It must be the work of a demonic dragon that spews the horrors of hell from his mouth.
Uijeong Lee summoned the magicians of Jemadan.
“Everyone must have heard of it, but be careful of the fire coming out of the demon dragon’s mouth. They say it won’t go out until what it touches turns to ashes.”
"yes."
"All right."
The sorcerers politely responded to the warning of the legendary great swordsman.
Lee Eui-jeong, who looked around for a while, gestured to his son, the swordsman Lee Yeon-ik.
"yes."
“I think Uicheonmun and Paengga should be in charge of the magicians of Jemadan. Deliver my wishes to Byeokgyeokdo (Paenga's head), and move with the magicians.”
“I will do as you say.”
After thinking for a while, Uijeong Lee asked the magicians.
“Hey guys. The demon dragon will appear soon, so do you have any plans to deal with the demon dragon?”
He didn't know about the sorcerers, so he asked them for their opinion.
The sorcerers, who had been arguing for a while, set up the Gongsan Geosa of Daerim Temple as their representative.
“Dae-lord, since we don’t have the ability to believe, please lure the Demon Dragon to us. Then we will use magic to deal with the demon dragon.”
“Demon dragons fly in the sky, can you do that?”
“The anti-mabolishin drink I have has the supernormal ability to trap monsters. There is no place to escape from the power of the Lord of Anti-Magic, whether it is above the sky or under the sky.”
Lee Eui-jung nodded his head at his humble yet confident answer.
"If that's what you mean, so be it. You guys should focus only on magic. The warriors of Uicheonmun and Paengga will risk their lives to protect you.”
"Thank you. I will repay you with good results.”
The communist rulers and sorcerers bowed their heads in moderation.
Just then, a faint, raspy scream was heard from afar.
kyaaaaa
The sound came closer and closer.
The Blue Dragons believed in the number of three hundred and sixty-five people and the magicians, and were not greatly shaken. Maybe it was because I had never experienced a monster before.
Soon after, something slanted across the mountain and flew.
It was a demonic dragon that flew by flapping its bat wings.
On the left and right sides of the protruding mouth, teeth like elephant ivory glistened in the sunlight.
The magic dragon opened his mouth wide as soon as he appeared.
The masters of the Blue Dragon had no time to defend themselves.
Roaring-.
An armful of fireballs fell to the ground like hailstones.
Patter- cooong- boom-.
Roaring-.
The four sides turned into a sea of fire.
The blue dragon masters fled in all directions like locusts to avoid the fireball.
Fireballs also fell on the heads of the Cheongseongpa elders.
The elders of the Qingsheng faction threw themselves without delay, but could not completely escape the cowardice of hell.
wooow-.
The ball of fire hit the ground and exploded, sending out small embers in all directions.
As the embers clung to the bodies of several elders, the road to hell unfolded.
In the blink of an eye, large flames engulfed the bodies of the elders.
“Keah!”
“Ah!”
“Sah, save me!”
The elders, engulfed in fire, screamed and ran to the place where the Qingsheng sect drummers were gathered.
Unluckily, blue-green waves passed through their hands The disciples soon became pillars of flame.
Uijeong Lee, who was sighing at the sight of the Blue Dragons, who had turned into an abyss in an instant, threw a sword into the sky.
Like a black arrow, it flew in a straight line toward the Demon Dragon.
Seeing that, the Demon Dragon flapped its wings and went up, and the sword also rose vertically.
puck!
The sword was embedded in the dragon's lower body.
No, it looked like it was going to hit, but the sword bounced off and fell to the ground.
'ah!'
Lee Ui-jeong sighed inwardly and re-established the sword.
The sword, which had plummeted to the ground, flew up again like an eagle.
If the body doesn't work, it's the wings.
Lee Ui-jeong's sword pierced the demon dragon's large wings.
Peruk-.
Although the hole was pierced, the Demon Dragon still flapped its wings and floated around in the sky.
Can't you do anything with the sword?
It seemed like he knew why the self-respecting martial artist ran away from the demon dragon.
It is time for Lee Eui-jung to struggle to find a new way.
Gongseongeosa threw the ink-colored rosary he was holding along with the ‘Guanyin Yin Bodhisattva Bodhisattva Mantra’.
“Om Desedya Domini Dode Saddaya Hum Bhatak!”
Lee Eui-jung, who saw that, thought, 'I'm doing one thing at a time'.
Even the technique of the sword won't work, so there's no way something like that would work!
But what is this?
The ungainly-looking rosary slithered up into the sky like a dragon ascending to heaven.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the magic dragon's leg was wrapped around it.
“Kyaaaaa!”
The Demon Dragon struggled and descended slowly as if caught in an invisible net.
