Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

Promised Path to Defeat (2)

The Ancient Dragons began to inhale again. It was to shoot the second wave of Breath.

Effir, who was looking at it from the sky, tried to make a sharp descent.

“Huh!”

It was dangerous to target Dragons directly because the army was guarding them.

But it was possible to pass by quickly and approach and fall within 20 meters!

-Activate, Polymorph Necklace!

The black Wyvern passed over the head of the Ancient Dragons and sprayed light.

It didn’t work. That was evident since they remained in their original form.

Effir rose again to a higher altitude. Ryu Han-bin clicked his tongue.

“What happened?”

“They must be wearing Anti-Polymorph Necklaces. I don’t know how many more they got.”

The second wave of Breath tore through the atmosphere. Four fiery beams flew into the fort.

Boom!

Again that time, spiritual and magical barriers prevented the attack.

Leon Hart raised his eyebrow, expecting them to move.

Boom!

The third barrage of Breath flew in.

‘You’re gonna use up all your Breaths here?’

It wasn’t just that.

The Ancient Dragons, who continued to release their race-exclusive skill, had begun to draw out even their four major powers.

“Growl!”

Along with the roar, all kinds of magic spells and magic swordsmanship techniques, including flames, gelid bullets, and wind blades, embroidered the sky. Aura bullets rained, and ectoplasmic swords and spears filled their field of vision.

Simply put, they were unleashing all possible long-range attacks with four major powers.

That time, the scope of the bombing was so wide that Leon Hart and Artis alone couldn’t handle it.

But they weren’t the only ones there.

“Mages, on the defensive!”

“Spiritists! Install barriers!”

Under Seira’s command, Poltaron’s magic and spiritual forces moved.

Dozens of light barriers soared in front of the collapsed wall. Hundreds of magic shields were formed above it, interlocking together.

The bombing struck the shield, and an earthquake shook the fort with the explosion.

Boom!

Leon Hart quickly took stock of the situation.

‘What about the damage?’

It wasn’t that big.

As expected, they were way too far.

Even military forces could prevent even the power of the Ancient Dragons if it were out of range.

Nevertheless, Leon Hart couldn’t feel happy.

‘Why are you doing such an inefficient thing? Is this how you’re going to use up all your power?’

He couldn’t say it didn’t work for sure.

Everyone spent a lot of energy trying to stop the offensive.

But in return, the Ancient Dragons used most of their power.

‘It’s not like they want to trade flesh with bones…’

It was more like giving away bones and flesh and sneezing on the skin in terms of loss ratio.

‘You’re wasting level 110 Ancient Dragons in vain.’

Despite his confusion, the enemies continued to bombard them.

They attacked ceaselessly with all four major powers as if they had no remorse.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

“All troops, focus on defense!”

Giving orders, Leon Hart continued to monitor the situation.

He didn’t have to overdo it. He could reduce the damage of his troops as much as possible and prevent the offensive from breaking through.

‘At this rate, they’ll get tired soon.’

It was obvious that their enemies would last less than five minutes.

‘Then we’ll fight back!’

* * *

Garhan, who was watching from the main camp, clicked his tongue.

“Everyone’s so tired.”

There was no need to mobilize the knights. Just looking at it, those Ancient Dragons were slowly reaching their limit.

However, no more of their kind could be added.

Without Anti-Polymorph Necklaces, they would just be turned into humans again.

His enemies were careful.

They knew there were Anti-Polymorph Necklaces here, but they didn’t jump to conclusions. He wanted to check whether it would work or not.

Looking back at Genovia, Garhan asked, “How many necklaces did you make?”

“Five.”

Manakiras had one, and those four Ancient Dragons who were nearing the verge of exhaustion all wore them as well.

“Why didn’t you make some more? Were your desires that precious?”

“If you can’t make it yourself, don’t judge me so easily. Do you know how annoying it is to make one?”

Genovia continued, smirking.

“And I don’t have to make more.”

“Hmm?”

She flicked her finger.

A Mage in the main camp fired a signal into the air.

Zing! Pop!

The four Ancient Dragons soon disappeared.

They transformed into human beings and were mixed among the military.

“Oh, my God, I’m alive!”

“I was about to fall!”

“Take this. We’re out of here.”

“Good work.”

They handed over the Anti-polymorph Necklaces to the next four Ancient dragons.

The new batch then returned to their main form in unison.

Paaaaaaaa!

They appeared proudly, then started to exhale out their Breath just like the first four.

Boom!

Garhan smiled in vain as he watched the scene.

“Oh, I see.”

The blonde black beauty shrugged and floundered.

“Why would I make a lot if we can just reuse them?”

* * *

Though the walls of the fort collapsed, they weren’t completely flattened. There were quite a few hiding places left in the bumpy debris.

Covered by the ruins, the Allendia army remained committed to defense.

The Breaths were left to Leon Hart and Artis, while the magic and spiritual units prevented the magic spells and magic swordsmanship techniques.

“Stop it!”

“Their offensive is not strong! We can hold on!”

They also tried to counterattack from time to time.

Soldiers under the shield fired arrows, and the Mages shot fireballs at every opportunity.

But it didn’t mean anything.

Arrows or magic couldn’t reach the enemies.

“Their distance is too far for our level…”

“How could they possibly reach us from there?”

The Ancient Dragons laughed and continued to make unilateral attacks.

Flying through the sky of the battlefield, Effir wore a serious expression.

“We’ve been completely beaten…”

The tactics themselves were common in Latna.

The Mage units, physically weak but strongest in firepower, being placed at the rear of armies while allowing them to bombard from a distance was a common strategy in wars.

But they didn’t expect that their enemy would use Dragons.

Dragons weren’t normally treated as ‘weak.’

Their conventional common principle had been so twisted because of the Polymorph Necklace.

Meanwhile, the four Ancient Dragons, which appeared for the second time, became exhausted.

Of course, the Allendia troops weren’t happy.

Anyone could predict what would happen, and it went as expected.

The third batch appeared, shooting Breath again!

Boom!

Effir asked Han-bin, “What should I do? I can’t just fly idly like this.”

Fortunately, the Allendia army had not suffered much damage so far.

Though 12 Ancient Dragons had bombarded them sequentially, they were still bearing the attack well.

But what about the next?

And the one after that?

How many Ancient Dragons were there in the Upper Draconium?

‘There are dozens!’

Even if they couldn’t individually last for more than five minutes at a time, they could continue this madness for more than an hour through relays.

At that rate, the result was obvious.

They would be stuck in the fort, getting beaten up until they dried up.

‘What should I do? What should I do?’

Ryu Han-bin agonized.

‘Dealing with the next round of Ancient Dragons in advance?’

They were waiting in human forms until the necklaces could be transferred to them.

‘So if we take the waiters out first…’

He soon realized it was impossible.

There were as many as four-digit troops around them.

How could he know which one was an Ancient Dragon and attack them with precision?

Those were not just guards. They also hid the position of the humanized winged reptiles from aerial attackers.

Besides, it wasn’t possible to beat the main camp to distract them like they used to.

The Thunder King and the Archmage were right at the base.

“I can’t. It’s dangerous, but…”

He made a decision.

Approaching them, he and Effir would directly obstruct their attack!

“Effir, let’s go down!”

* * *

The silver-maned Wyvern flew in.

The muscular Valtara warrior with a shining red sword on his back rode on top of that giant monster.

The soldiers of the Kaldris Kingdom shouted.

“The Sword King!”

“Here comes the Sword King!”

Garhan’s eyes shone.

“Are you coming down?”

Sparks flew all over his body.

“I like that.”

-Magic Swordsmanship: The Way of Thunder and Lightning!

Rumbling!

Dozens of thunderstorms unfolded as thunders clapped.

It was a huge net of electricity, stretching from the main camp where Garhan was located to the detached troops where the Dragons were.

Ryu Han-bin’s complexion turned pale.

“Huh? How can it reach that far?”

Garhan hadn’t moved from the main camp yet.

However, as soon as the skirmishes began, he would fly in using lightning and take over Effir’s head in no time as he did before.

Han-bin would then be surrounded by thousands of troops and four Ancient Dragons, all while fighting the Thunder King!

“Back! back off!”

Even before Han-bin shouted, Effir was already flying away on her own.

Genovia had a surprised look on her face.

“You’re calmer than I thought. Baotolt wasn’t like that.”

If he were Baotolt, he would have jumped in with love.

The stronger the opponent, the more excited he became.

It was curious how he could have managed to survive to that age with that personality.

“I don’t know if it’s because Baotolt was so strong that he could survive, or if it’s because he could survive so long that he became so strong.”

“Anyway, that guy didn’t intend to take over his teacher’s recklessness.”

Garhan followed, looking at the two quickly out of the scope of the magic swordsmanship technique.

“The new Sword King is also a brilliant strategist. I couldn’t believe it before, but from what I’ve seen, it’s a pretty credible story.”

* * *

Constant explosions occurred.

As roars erupted, the earth trembled violently.

In the face of the pouring bombardment, the Allendia troops were getting tired.

“Maintain the shield!”

“Gasp…”

“Damn it, how long is this going to last?”

Their strategy itself was crude. It was nothing but a reckless war of attrition.

If the Ancient Dragons were using up to ten, their side only used one or two.

Still, there was no way they could handle it.

They were giving and taking, but the numbers were too far apart.

If a farmer and a millionaire waged a war of attrition, the millionaire would win.

Spreading the spiritual barrier, Leon Hart gritted his teeth.

‘At this rate, we’ll just be beaten up and defeated.’

Leon Hart himself was still fine. The same was true of Artis.

Both of them were strong enough to bear it.

The problem was that the Allendia army couldn’t afford it to last long.

‘What do I do? Should we strike back before we get any more?’

‘Are we using all our troops to break through the pouring fire and attack the enemy’s base camp?’

That was absurd.

The Thunder King and the Archmage were still in the main camp.

If they joined the battle, they would be attracted away by Kibie, but both were cautious due to Hollien’s defeat.

Eventually, Leon Hart made a decision.

“Forsake the fort and retreat to Fieldrocks!”

Fort Poltaron’s forces prepared to retreat.

The Mage units and the Spiritist unit continued to maintain their shields and exit in an orderly fashion through the rear gate.

“We needed to abandon Poltaron for the operation in the first place, but…”

Kibie’s expression darkened as she watched it.

“It wasn’t supposed to go this way…”

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