Chapter 487: Chapter 250: Rain and Blood (Part 2)
In my heart, I remember Vier’s precautions.
Buzz—
A gray-white sword light flashed, and the Beheading Longsword was already unsheathed.
“Stay alert!”
Xia Nan whispered coldly, simultaneously turning his back, his dark eyes sweeping around.
The Red Dragon was controlled by the spell, and those who were originally influenced by the Dragon’s Might gradually began to recover.
Only the sound of “swish swish” echoed in the air.
Daggers, Fine Swords, and Longbows were already firmly gripped in the hands of several people.
Dragon Breath is a unique aura strike of a giant dragon, which may cause a temporary loss of thought and action ability, but it doesn’t render someone completely oblivious to external happenings.
Hai’an and Wood obviously also heard just now the instructions from Vier.
Even though they didn’t know how the other party did it, in this moment of crisis, there was no time to think or ask more questions.
The instant their ability to act was restored, they each drew their weapons and professionally protected her.
Guarding against anything possible in the surroundings that might influence spellcasting.
They couldn’t afford not to be nervous, because everyone on the scene clearly knew that if the spellcasting were interrupted… what would happen.
By then, the furious Red Dragon would surely use its Dragon Breath to turn them to ash.
The black bangs on his forehead were soaked by rain, and in the corner of his eyes, the suspended scarlet body of the Red Dragon was intensely watched over the open wasteland ahead.
For some reason, Xia Nan suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.
Just two days ago, he was curled up in a tavern drinking the local specialty Red Scale Mushroom Soup, wondering if adding two more slices of cheese would make it taste better.
But now, with this body that just stepped onto the path of a professional, he had to protect a spellcaster of unknown strength and a mature Red Dragon.
Thinking back on the last few trips, which initially seemed unremarkable but eventually bizarrely spawned all sorts of strange commissions.
Xia Nan suddenly began to doubt himself.
The collection commission could step him into a Secret Realm, and a symbolic advance mission directly collided head-on with a suspected evil god. When he finally found a few competent teammates, he ended up decapitating them.
“Though I’m an adventurer… isn’t my career a bit too ‘exciting’?”
Others just brag in the tavern, and none have experiences like his.
“Fuck!”
Xia Nan cursed inwardly, already considering finding a benevolent Divine to pray to after returning to the city.
Rumble—
The world under the shroud of the rain brightened momentarily, followed by delayed rumbling thunder.
In the sparsely vegetated Melted Scale Mountain Range, even with dense dark clouds and rain falling like a curtain, the environment was quite dim.
Yet it still retained decent visibility.
At the edge of vision, all living creatures could be seen clearly, even to the far off rolling hills.
And because of the Dragon’s Might released when the Red Dragon descended earlier, it made the surroundings extraordinarily empty. Xia Nan didn’t even see the most common wild rabbits or four-legged lizards in the mountains.
Clearly, no living being dared to approach here seeking death.
The factor most likely to impact Vier’s spellcasting didn’t actually come from outside, but rather…
Xia Nan’s eyes moved slightly, his gaze sweeping over the teammates around him.
Although nothing was said, compared to the others, he clearly stood farther back, closer to the position of the Mage girl, which already showed his thoughts.
If any teammate truly lost their mind and launched an attack on Vier or the Red Dragon.
With his speed and explosiveness, he should be able to intercept the attack before the Mage and the giant dragon were affected.
Perhaps he was overthinking it, at least for now. Even Sava, the Dragon Descendant who hates dragons due to racial enmity and is most likely to act rashly, was gripping her Fine Sword properly and guarding for everyone.
With high concentration, time seemed to slow down significantly as well.
A mere five minutes felt like five hours to everyone on the field.
As the flickering Magic Radiance in the air became increasingly bright and glaring, the chaotic Magic Particles thickened as if they could merge into the rain.
Finally, with a sound completely different from the previous loud noises, resembling the soft pop of an under-inflated balloon bursting.
“Pop.”
The enormous scarlet figure, along with the slender and weak girl in front of it, vanished without the slightest warning.
Only the sulfurous smell gradually dissipating in the rain and the Dragon Breath scorch marks stretching into the hills beyond testified to the events they just experienced.
“Thud.”
Still holding the longbow, the half-elf Hai’an suddenly sat down weakly on the muddy ground.
Sweat and raindrops mixed on his pale face, indistinguishable, as he panted heavily, the exhaustion on his face was obvious.
As an ordinary person without a Professional Level, enduring the Dragon’s Might and holding his body steady to guard his teammates for so long, he had already done all he could.
Wood, too, with a heavy sigh of relief, looked extraordinarily bemused, with his hand that supported his young master trembling violently.
Sava, on the other hand, was even worse, her tall lizard-like body directly on all fours on the ground.
A head seven parts resembling a Fire Dragon dangled low, with sticky saliva dripping continuously from her mouth.
Among the group, Xia Nan performed the best.
Perhaps owing to his good mental fortitude, or maybe his body attributes and specialty far exceeded those of same-Level professionals, giving him resistance to the Chilling effect.
While equally frightened inside, his exterior showed no significant change.
He even took the initiative to help Sava up from the ground.
“How are you, alright?”
“Still, still okay.”
Sava panted heavily, waving a hand in response.
Yet those vertical pupils couldn’t help but glance at the spot where Luca had been burned to ashes by Dragon Breath in front of everyone.
“So, are we now… supposed to wait here as Vier instructed for her to return?”
Though it was a question, the tone combined with the Dragon Descendant’s voice already hinted at her thinking.
Evidently, the Red Dragon just now had frightened her deeply.
All Sava wanted now was to leave this damned place as soon as possible.
Xia Nan even suspected that if not for the remote wilderness with just a few of them nearby, she might have immediately suggested leaving the team to return alone.
“Let’s wait for thirty minutes first, then decide. If she’s not back in half an hour…”
Wood, looking stern, picked up on the conversation.
He apparently wasn’t planning on staying at the original spot for two hours as Vier had mentioned either.
Being Hai’an’s bodyguard, the other party’s life safety was his top priority right now.
Though Vier had removed the danger for them, waiting at the spot for half an hour was already utmost benevolence for him, he couldn’t take any further risks.
Xia Nan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he could speak.
Suddenly, under the curtain of rain, a silvery sheen flashed across his view.
Upon a closer look, an oval-shaped Metal Block was embedded in the muddy ground.
“Dream Weaving Corridor?”
It hadn’t been banished to Other Space along with the Red Dragon?
Xia Nan, surprised in his heart, moved his steps intending to go forward and pick it up from the mud.
Beside him, a tawny silhouette, like a hungry hound, darted forward.
Previously having no thoughts on the Metal Block Luca found in town, after the recent events, related to the unusual actions of the Molton Family knights and Duke Morton’s lost heirloom, and the Red Dragon swooping down specifically for this item.
Sava already had a theory about the item’s origins.
Seeing it still on the field now, she naturally lunged for it.
However, her speed was ultimately a step too slow.
Just as she stood beside the Metal Block, bending forward, extending her hands toward the ground.
A Fine Sword, like a bee’s sting, silently emerged from seemingly empty air behind her.
“Sneek.”
Smooth and precise, piercing the neck vertebra.
Blood, mixed with rain, dripped onto the silvery surface of the Dream Weaving Corridor.