The Foreigner on the Periphery - Chapter 143

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Kwareung! 

At that time, the gaze of most Hong Kong citizens did not know how to fall from one place. The incident that caught their attention was happening at the top of Mount Austin, the highest peak in the city, particularly at the site of the former Victoria Peak at 500 meters above sea level. 

Quarreung! Kwak! Bang! 

Dark clouds began to gather from all sides. If the normal speed of clouds was likened to walking, the current movement was closer to sprinting. It seemed as if a powerful magnet had been inserted into the top of the mountain. Dark clouds gathered across the sky like lumps of iron dust, drawn by an inexorable magnetic force. 

However, the massively condensed thundercloud layer sporadically splashed blue flashes. The moment the shape was completed, the pile of clouds and the mountain looked like decalcomania reflecting each other. it was like a picture folded in half and then unfolded with the top of the mountain as the boundary. 

The upper part was painted with dark clouds, and the lower part was colored with shadows and forests. Hong Kong citizens were not unfamiliar with this phenomenon. That didn’t mean that they felt calm or happy. They knew very well that the owner of that mountain was the owner of this city. 

Hong Kong’s masters often created strange natural phenomena as a sign that they were forbidden access by outsiders, including their own people. It was unclear what Raymond Wong was doing in those clouds. However, it was clear that it was an extremely bizarre, brutal, and macroscopic thing that ordinary citizens could not imagine… In other words, it was dragon-like. Citizens looked at it with anxious eyes. 

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Minjun and Kentius checked the dark clouds filling the window. At the same time, the surrounding magic field was strangely distorted. This was similar to the barrier that Jenkinson opened right before killing Jang Tae-jun in Sokcho. It was a wall that cannot be seen from the outside, could not communicate, and could not be teleported away. The port he fought at that time was not a proper rare inside, so it was accompanied by a grandiose effect. 

Raymond Wong laughed bitterly. He looked at Kentius and said, “It’s better to give up the idea of asking other dragons for help.” 

This time, he turned his head towards Minjun. “Don’t even expect your master to come all the way here.”

Jenkinson, a competitor in the next Dragon Lord election, could not seem to enter Raymond Wong’s house or Lair unless there was a clear cause. He would be attacked if he were to get the wrong pod and would lose his candidacy. 

Even though he had a clear heart attack, it was of no use. As long as Minjun couldn’t inform him through magic communication, it was as if his hands and feet were tied. And so, Raymond was convinced. No one could access this place as long as the owner of Hong Kong had clearly declared a celebration. They did not have the right to ask why. 

Pod! A contract appeared in front of the old dragon. Minjun could guess without looking at the contents. It wouldn’t be much different from what Halis Naim had pushed out. “I will give you one last chance. Sign it.” 

In that instant… Swoop! 

One of his handles rose through the air on Minjun’s right side. Just by looking at the shape, it was an ambiguous shape that made it impossible to discern which weapon or tool the handle was. The upper part of the handle has not yet been taken out of the subspace. Minjun grabbed it and ordered it to be a mental wave. ‘Knife.’

In response, the frying pan changed its shape. The round fan part in the subspace turned into a blade. Only then did Minjun pull on his handle. As if plucking from a transparent scabbard, a black blade emerged from the base. After a while, the subspace completely vomited the sharp dagger. 

Seeing that, Raymond put on an absurd expression. “No way, you’re going to trust the committee and fight? Do you think they would go that far for a prisoner? I heard that several hundred years had passed since he started his slave life, but I didn’t expect his head to turn this much.” 

The old dragon nodded at Kentius. “Kentius, knock that stupid alien down. I don’t even want to get my hands dirty.” 

Raymond Wong had no doubts. That Kentius would obey his word. The elder dragon’s authority was absolute. Even more so, from the point of view of such a young dragon, he knew very well that if he were to confront an old dragon, he would then lose every battle. 

Raymond guessed that Kentius must have given up his legacy the moment he put on this barrier and showed his determination. He didn’t know what kind of deal Kentius made with that alien, but he was unlikely to go against the old dragon for just one criminal. 

“…!” Kentius’ eyes shone strangely.

The moment Goryong felt awkward. “Nope?” 

Kentius’ body was dyed with a golden light. “····You!” 

Before the old dragon could finish talking… Kwak Kwa Kwak! 

A roar that hit all directions reverberated. The entire ceiling of Raymond’s mansion exploded. Then the screams of the hired men rang out, and dust and smoke spread, mingling with dark clouds. The fierce winds from the top of the mountain diligently carried debris and debris everywhere. The three, who had been confronting each other indoors, moved in an instant. They all jumped into the cloud-encroaching sky. 

It was Kentius who led the sudden change in the situation. The fire dragon with three different scale colors spreads its wings and glared at it. Where that gaze reached, there was an angry brain dragon. A body covered with dark blue scales elongated like a snake. Returning to his original form, Raymond Wong shouted with fire in his eyes. “Even if this kid turns, he turns firmly!” 

The thunder dragon then fired lightning through its antlers resembling a deer. With this, the two dragons collided in the air and a fight began. It was a seemingly one-sided battle. The petite Kentius fled from place to place to avoid the giant elder dragon, but his opponent’s offensive intensified as time passed. Raymond stormed through his dark clouds. With his whip-like body, he wandered in and out of his thundercloud. 

A scene as if a ball of black cotton is being basted with blue thread then displayed itself. Although it was sparse, it was sewing that felt tenacious. His head, which acted as a needle, vomited lightning while busily. If hit, it was clear that it would inflict more than a sting. Even though the old dragon had adjusted its own way so as not to completely burn the young dragon, it was still a threatening sight. 

Kentius dodged with all his might, but his thunderbolts struck several. Each time he was struck by a lightning bolt, Kentius would pass out halfway and then regain his sanity. Minjun’s mental waves ringing in his head woke him up. Raymond became even more enraged when the young dragon hardly stretched out. “Don’t make me angry anymore!” 

He growled and shot. “Thinking of my relationship with the Lord, I tried to keep my body as safe as possible, but… you keep testing my patience!” 

Kentius shouted as if to stop him from talking any more nonsense. “Is that what the man who raided his friend’s son to take away his inheritance would say?!” Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

“This bastard…!”

Even if he didn’t kill him, maybe he could cut him into half? It was an attractive option. It was the moment when the Thunder Dragon, who had chosen it, increased its lightning output. 

Shih! Another enemy quickly approached. Sensing the attempt, the brain dragon laughed. ‘An obvious trick!’ 

The reason he hadn’t attacked Minjun so far was because he thought that dealing with Kentius should come first. Of course, he wasn’t forgetting that alien. ‘Do you think I’m such an easy opponent?’ 

It flew towards the back of the head, probably thinking it was a blind spot. The warlock’s unique summoning body, wriggling shadow, was covering his entire body. The Thunder Dragon’s keen senses captured the density of the shadows. It was a great level for a non-dragon race, but it wasn’t enough to compare it to an old dragon. 

Raymond snorted. And without turning his head, he rolled a bundle of thunderbolts around the back of his neck. The moment he tried to shoot the tangled flash at the alien. “…!”

The old dragon knew something was wrong. 

Pod! As if a booster had exploded, the speed and trajectory of the flying inmate suddenly changed. Minjun, who covered his whole body with a shadow, became a black arrow. As if he was aiming for the back of the dragon’s head, he quickly turned his body. Until just before that, both Kentius and Raymond were at twelve o’clock, but now Kentius was at nine o’clock by Minjun’s standard, and Raymond was at the front. 

Minjun took the blade that was aimed at the old dragon. After moving it to his left hand, he held the air with his right hand, and a silver frying pan was summoned there. It was then that the lightning gathered in the air was ready to fire. 

Minjun smiled. Then, he stood up a frying pan as if to defend himself, revealing a wide side. Just before lightning struck at him… 

“…!” Raymond opened his eyes. He instinctively felt threatened. The reason was unknown. 

He didn’t know why had made the frying pan in the first place. No matter how much magic metal it was comprised of, it couldn’t completely absorb the ancient dragon’s lightning. Moreover, he had prepared enough lightning to properly fry the prisoner. Nevertheless… 

Paperweight! At the last moment, Raymond Wong distorted the lightning’s trajectory. The lightning, wriggling like a snake, deflected in all directions instead of hitting Minjun’s frying pan. 

Minjun clicked his tongue in regret. “Be quicker to notice.” 

However, Minjun was still charging. The lightning escaped itself, so there were no more obstacles. He grabbed a silver frying pan that radiated dazzling brilliance and rushed toward the dragon’s head. 

“Cra la la la!” The Elder Dragon instinctively judged. That warlock was more dangerous than a young dragon that runs away like a loach through the clouds… 

He opened his mouth. A strong impulse filled his mind, an inexplicable whisper then changed his attack. Instead of spitting out a thunderbolt, Goryong thrust his mouth at Minjun. The moment the dragon’s head and shadow monster approached closely, Minjun swung the frying pan in a brisk trajectory! Kwajik! 

“…!” Kentius, who was eagerly running away, felt something passing by his cheek. The dragon’s scales, which were harder than metal, tore apart, and drops of blood ran down his chin. 

‘…Is this..?’ Kentius, frozen by the scenery in front of him, forgot his pain. The silver trail made by Minjun crushed the old dragon’s jawbone. What grazed Kentius like a bullet was either a scale or a tooth or a piece of bone splattered from his jaw as it shattered. Raymond’s crushed flesh and fragments of his mandible hit all around, just like claymore shotguns. 

“Kaaaaaaa!” 

The dragon’s long tongue was exposed outside. Blood and various bodily fluids bubbled up in his exposed throat. Hearing Raymond’s screams, Minjun felt pity. It was quite moral to send it all at once, but now it had become a situation where one shouldn’t kill that dragon. A shadow stretched out from Minjun’s back like a branch or like a vine. Black whip strands wrapped around the thunder dragon’s body. At the same time, he landed on the back of the writhing dragon’s head. 

‘The anti-magic power is still there.’ 

Although she struggled with pain and horror that she had not felt in hundreds of years, the shield that her sixth brain instinctively unfolded had not disappeared. As it was, Minjun could not see the desired effect.

This guy needed to get some more energy out of it. Minjun, who had become a shadow monster, stuck out his tongue. 

Hooked! It stabbed the thunder dragon in the back of the head. Now the dragon struggled in the cloud, half lost. He was moving as if he had no idea where he was now. He crashed into the barrier wall he made several times, movements becoming desperate. 

Minjun clung to the dragon’s back, not paying attention to the shock. When he grabbed Changcheon, he would stick his tongue into his skull like this and exploded the pressure there, killing him. However, this was not the plan at hand. Instead of raising the sculpted tongue toward the skull like a drill endoscope, Minjun enlarged the area to make it look like a thick straw. In that state, it was driven into the dragon’s carotid artery. 

Wow! Wow! Hot liquid poured into one’s mouth according to the rhythm that calms their mind. The moment he felt the warmth filling his void, Minjun felt he was alive. Now he felt like he was starting to live properly. A feeling of liveliness that was no longer unfamiliar swept through his body. Each cell swelled as if he had lazily soaked in warm water, or as if sweet water had been sprinkled on the dry dirt floor.

He felt excited. Pleasant beats tickled his entire body, waking him up. A feast broke out in the mouth.

He realized that he was still alive and was bleeding, and the old dragon finally regained his senses. ‘This… you crazy bastard!’ 

However, after he had already lost a lot of blood… 

‘No way, you’re trying to make a spell by offering my blood as a sacrifice?!’ The old dragon couldn’t even guess. The large amount of blood that was lost at a rapid pace was not offered by Minjun as a sacrifice for black magic

From there, Minjun pulled out his tongue, feeling his whole body energized. That was enough. A shadow sprouts from his lower body like a tail. The handle of the dagger, which was a frying pan, was wrapped around the tip of the tail. 

Hiss! He whipped his tail like a whip and stuck the blade into the nape of the dragon’s neck. It was the spot where he had just dug a hole with my tongue. 

——–! The Thunder Dragon spewed lightning like crazy. His entire body emitted a blue flash. The constraint of not killing opponents had long since evaporated from his head. 

However, the prisoner stood firm against the lightning. It was a minor shock compared to when he caught Changcheon. Minjun knew that he was recovering his strength and that it was accelerating. With that realization, Minjun crouched down like a wild beast facing its prey. The two legs wrapped in shadows swelled enormously. He just condensed his power. explode Minjun ran with all his might! 

“Cara la la la!” He galloped over the dragon’s back with the dagger lodged in his skin. The sword-clasped tail followed him and cut through Raymond’s skin. The blade was less than 1 cm wide, but the moment it cut the elastic flesh, the force pulling it to both sides cut the wound. 

It was as if a razor blade had been applied to a swollen mucous membrane. From the nape of his neck to his tail, he was plucking the dragon’s back as if he were committing slaughter. The scars that made the spine vaguely visible follow the inmate, exposing dark red muscles. It was a red carpet that decorated Minjun’s footprints. The scaly, untouched ground in front of it constantly oscillated, twisted, swayed, and changed direction. 

However, he couldn’t stop the run. Minjun had a hunch that this would be more effective than stabbing a dragon hundreds or thousands of times with a dagger, and he was right. The dragon’s eyes gradually began to blur. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”