Chapter 1478: Chapter 1478

With the silver dragon downed, the other dragons in the sky began to descend. This gave Jenkins the perfect opportunity to act. His sword was one of the very few weapons capable of piercing the dragons' scaly defenses. Jenkins was more than happy to let any dragon that dared enter his range test the might of his holy sword.

He quickly reached the side of the silver dragon, Anathasia. The downed dragon struggled to its feet, rising from the rubble before tilting its head back to spew a torrent of silvery-white breath at the sky. It felt a touch and lowered its head to see Jenkins, his hand resting on its leg.

"Half-elf, get out of here! It's too dangerous."

He hadn't been able to tell when the dragon lord first appeared, but hearing her speak again after learning her name, he could clearly tell she was female. Jenkins wondered what was wrong with this world. He'd thought a dragon marrying a human was crazy enough, but the fact that the dragon was a she-dragon was even more insane.

"Why does it seem like everyone can tell I'm a half-elf?"

Instead of leaving, Jenkins grumbled.

"Because it's obvious. I've never seen a human who looks more like an elf than you."

She didn't refuse his healing, as she could already feel the remarkable effect the little man beneath her was having. The silver dragon spread her wings, shielding Jenkins from the sea of fire raining down from above. She tilted her head back, took a deep breath, and unleashed a blast of frigid air that nearly turned the sky frost-white.

The princess hadn't been wrong; this dragon's power was beyond comparison to ordinary dragons. Even without knowing the typical combat strength of a silver dragon, seeing her effortlessly hold off at least five others told him this was far from the normal power for a dragon of her age.

In the lulls between attacks, the silver dragon made sure to chat with Jenkins. She spoke rapidly, punctuating her sentences by lifting her head to spew dragon breath—or something like it—at the sky. Jenkins wasn't quite sure how to describe the attack.

"Instead of talking to me, you should save your breath and rest. It was your wife..."

He trailed off, unsure if that was the correct term.

"The princess sent me to help you. She said she sensed the aura of Black Town on me."

"Yes, it's quite obvious."

Despite her words, Jenkins felt the silver dragon sounded as if she'd only just realized it, her tone laced with surprise.

Jenkins released his hand from the silver dragon's scales and turned to face the swarm of dragons in the sky. He gripped the top of his staff with both hands, then slammed it viciously into the ground.

"All of you, get down here!"

The staff, driven into the earth, drank in the planet's life force. This immense spirit pulsed through Jenkins's soul and radiated outward like a shockwave, powered by his [Fear Aura]. A nearly visible yellow spell light swept over everything, the uneven distribution of spiritual energy even warping the air pressure.

In a swirl of dust and stone, dragons rained from the sky. Tumbling down with them were the adventurers who had been fighting alongside them, and even the silver dragon behind Jenkins. Thɪs chapter is updated by novᴇlfire.net

The [Fear Aura] was effective on any intelligent creature other than the caster, and with Jenkins unleashing his full power, no being present could withstand such a mental assault.

"Oh, I knew you had the scent of the undead on you, half-elf! And that sword of yours has traces of necromantic power as well!"

The silver dragon struggled to her feet, recovering faster than any other dragon or human. She spread her wings to protect Jenkins, her sharp, slitted pupils sweeping over the scene of temporary devastation in the courtyard.

"You have earned my respect, half-elf!"

After saying this, the dragon lord Anathasia suddenly lowered her head to look at Jenkins. In those slitted pupils, larger than Jenkins himself, his blurry, shadow-like figure was reflected.

"You do indeed have a way to help me, but this can only happen once. Don't expect to be this lucky again, half-elf."

Focused on his conversation with the silver dragon, Jenkins failed to notice the giant claw behind him. It scooped him up and tossed him into the air. As he fell in terror, he landed on the dragon's hard, scaly back.

"I know you're more than just an excellent healer. I'll carry you. Let's fight together!"

As she spoke, the silver dragon was already spreading her wings and soaring into the sky, giving Jenkins no chance to object. The wind pressure from their high-speed flight made it hard for him to open his eyes. He struggled to find his balance and stand, raising his staff high as its tip radiated a brilliant light.

"I didn't volunteer to become a Dragon Knight!"

As the light of the setting sun washed over the land, the castle on the hill had been reduced to ruins. The bodies of dragons lay strewn across the wreckage while in the sky, the last two combatants were locked in a fierce battle.

The silver dragon was exhausted but still flapped her wings with all her might. The black dragon was covered in wounds, but its blood-red eyes shone with the joy of impending victory.

Suddenly, a flash of silver shot out from behind the silver dragon. The black dragon, knowing the power of that blade, dived toward the ground to evade it. When it looked up again, it saw a dark figure perfectly framed by the setting sun—Jenkins, sword in hand, leaping down from the sky.

Combining the force of his descent with his own strength, Jenkins's strike slammed the black dragon to the ground. On the verge of death, it tried to breathe a gout of fire at Jenkins, who had also landed, but Anathasia was already roaring as she swooped down.

The battle had raged from noon until dusk. Thanks to the silver dragon's protection, the wedding guests had suffered few casualties, but the dragon lord's castle was utterly destroyed.

With the sun now just a sliver on the horizon, the silver dragon, as the host, urged everyone to descend the mountain to rest. Compensation and reparations could be discussed on the morrow.

The people heading down the mountain politely bid farewell to the dragon amidst the ruins. And, of course, they didn't forget to doff their hats to Jenkins, who stood beside a dragon's corpse, observing it with his sword in hand.

He watched the last black dragon, the spiritual light on its body slowly fading away.

"From this day on, you'll likely be known as the Dragon Slayer."

After seeing everyone off, servants began to clean up the ruins by torchlight. The princess approached the silver dragon and stroked her scales. The dragon lay down wearily, her huge head right in front of Jenkins as she teased him.

"Dragon Slayer? I thought I'd be called a Dragon Knight."

"For a dragon, that is a very impolite title!"

The princess chided him, but the silver dragon merely chuckled and said nothing.