Chapter 721

〈Chapter 721〉 Part 2, Chapter 5, Section 15

[Everyone, stay on high alert.]

With a spell so potent it could rouse the dead from their graves, the Commander’s order rang out simultaneously.

[Seems like this wasn’t just any old Wind Dragon.]

While reciting the resurrection ritual for the Wind Dragon in the back, the Commander reminded the Heroes at the front that their battle with the Wind Dragon was far from over. Penril couldn’t help but chuckle at this dual command.

Crackle.

But Penril gripped her collar tightly. Though it tickled a little, this collar symbolized the command given to her and her destiny as Banargande moving forward.

Gurgle.

The Commander ordered Penril to initiate Phase 2. Penril stealthily channeled her magic power into the Wind Dragon.

Roll.

Seven A-Rank cores secretly buried in Manchester grounds slipped unnoticed into the Wind Dragon’s body. Even if an A-Rank core can’t compare to an S-Rank, when seven of them are combined by a Wind Attribute officer, they can generate near S-Rank output.

[Phase 2… Here it comes!]

ROARRRR!!

Penril forcibly jammed the seven cores into the Wind Dragon’s core, causing it to raise its head to the heavens and let out a mighty roar.

HOOOOOWLLLLL!!

With a sound akin to molting, the Wind Dragon shed its shell to reveal its true form (?).

[Jackpot. Who would’ve thought it’d unveil its true self here?]

Clad in black outer armor with deep green magical energy gleaming within, this monstrous etheric creature resembled some kind of fiend transformed into a monster.

Wolf of the Wind.

In 1999, it appeared across Northern Europe, turning Scandinavia into ruins before vanishing. One of the Seven Fiends who caused the “Bloody Week,” now revealed with a containment-like black armor covering its entire body.

[Surely… Were the dragonoids merely extensions of the officers all along?]

“…”

Penril clenched her fists at the sight of the Wind Dragon resembling her own monster form. The Commander desperately tried to categorize the Wind Dragon’s Phase 2 as a specific entity using every excuse possible.

[Confirmed unique entity! Not Wind Dragon Phase 2… It’s <Penril of Gale>!]

Confusion spread across all the Heroes’ faces. How could a fiend become a monster? Their magical patterns were somewhat different, right?

Just then, the Wind Dragon’s magical pattern began to gradually change. The Heroes confirmed that the pattern of Dark Legion officer ‘Penril of Gale’ was emerging from the Wind Dragon’s magical signature.

“Really… Penril of Gale?”

“Has it possessed the dragon and gone berserk?”

“Or is the dragon another form…?”

Upon closer inspection, the Wind Dragon’s pattern was becoming similar to Penril’s, but without analysis by a specialized research institute, distinguishing two patterns that are 99% alike with the naked eye was nearly impossible.

Still, this doesn’t seem like Penril of Gale, because—

[Everyone, brace for impact! Avoid ‘Gale’ at all costs!! Evade immediately!]

That thought vanished like the wind as the Commander’s warning echoed.

The epithet of Penril of Gale, ‘Gale.’

The absolute delay winds that inflicted critical injuries on thousands of heroes—only those who’ve experienced it truly understand the momentary paralysis caused by the body losing brain control!

KYAAAOOOO——-!!

As the howling of Wind Dragon Phase 2 reverberated, emerald gales scattered in all directions.

CRASH!!!

Heroes near Wind Dragon Phase 2 saw their core weapons destroyed the moment the gales touched them. Their magical flow was momentarily disrupted, leaving them defenseless.

“!!”

Penril of Gale’s innate trait, ‘Gale.’

And ‘gale’ doesn’t just refer to Penril’s personal trait. This wind that disrupts the opponent’s flow not only halts actions but also whirls violently, unleashing continuous attacks.

[Don’t confront it head-on! Retreat!]

Realizing the unique attack that interferes with magical flow to render one immobile while maintaining rapid speed for continuous assault, all the Heroes came to the same conclusion.

“Ugh?!”

“I-it can’t be!!”

“My body won’t move!!”

Witnessing firsthand that Wind Dragon Phase 2 possessed the power of ‘gale.’ Voices could still be heard, thoughts formed, but with the magical flow cut off, their bodies wouldn’t budge.

And thus, the Heroes became certain.

Wind Dragon Phase 2 was none other than Penril of Gale.

If someone other than Penril of Gale could use ‘gale,’ then who exactly is Penril of Gale?!

“…meow.”

Penril inspected her codename, <Banargande>, reflected in her Magical Gear and licked her lips. The alias ‘gale’ no longer belonged to her.

Even her name, Penril, was merely her alias, but with the collar, she had transformed into a new being.

<Banargande> Penril Park. Or Kim Penril.

“Sorry, but I’ll need you to die for me, alright?”

Penril extended her claws toward <Penril of Gale>.

HOOOOOWL!!!!!!

As the ultimate assassin, she had resolved to kill herself.

* * *

London.

Aruel, guarding Buckingham Palace, couldn’t hide her unease. Her mission was to protect London, and the Commander’s strict order was not to leave her post.

“…”

Aruel pondered. Perhaps the Commander, currently busy managing Manchester, didn’t have time to worry about her.

She even considered whether it would be okay to briefly visit the British Museum, violating the Commander’s orders.

Her leisure was such that she thought she could temporarily hand over Buckingham Palace’s defense to someone else, ignoring the open gate in Manchester.

SQUEEEEEEEEEK!!

The Wind Dragon’s second form, named <Penril of Gale> by the Commander, struggled against the raid of British heroes.

All the heroes moved as one, evading Penril’s ‘gale.’

Dodging the trajectory of the gale was basic, and tankers willingly blocked it with their bodies, allowing the damage dealers to carry them away and avoid the attack.

Occasional breath attacks were countered by Fire Attribute heroes forming walls of flames. The seemingly unbeatable gale couldn’t easily penetrate the fiery barriers.

WHOOSH, WHOOSH!

Every time the gale brushed against the fire wall, Penril of Gale screamed and unleashed more magical energy. It seemed the released magical energy never depleted, continuously spewing forth and wreaking havoc across Manchester.

[Keep dealing damage. Can you see it? The internal magic dwindling.]

Encouraged by the Commander, the heroes wiped sweat from their brows and grinned. Penril of Gale’s body was composed of etheric matter, and the emerald magic inside was gradually depleting.

[Look at the magic reactions. Despite appearing calm, he’s dying inside. It’s all bravado.]

KYAAAAAA!!

Did Penril of Gale hear the Commander’s mockery? It screamed and wildly thrashed around.

However, it remained rooted in place, unable to leap or ambush the heroes. Pierced through by a wind spear embedded in its back, Penril of Gale was immobilized.

[Barangande has set the stage. What should we do against a stationary enemy?]

BOOM.

Full assault.

“Yo!! Buster call’s up!!”

Following the Commander’s instructions, all the heroes unleashed full-force bombardments from afar. They squeezed every ounce of magic from their magical cannons, raining bullets and arrows like rain.

KABOOM! KA-BOOM! KABOOM!!

Each explosion made Penril of Gale howl in agony. Frustrated by its inability to move, it strained to shift its fixed body.

CREEEEEAK, CREEEAAK!

Every time the armored exoskeleton scraped against the wind spear, Penril of Gale leaked magic. Each trickle of sticky green ether resembled bleeding, making it seem eerie.

KYAAAAAAAAAA!!

Penril of Gale roared towards someone. While resentful of the humans bombarding its powerless form, it especially couldn’t forgive whoever had rendered it powerless.

[Hmph.]

Banargande flicked her finger. With just that simple action, Penril of Gale’s body tore apart.

Effectively, Banargande alone was killing Penril of Gale.

[Goodbye, Gale.]

Click.

Banargande drew a gun from her bosom and pulled the trigger. Red energy swirled from the muzzle, reminiscent of a hand cannon.

GOOOOOO—!

Even from afar, Aruel could sense the magic converging into the barrel and gasped in shock. The red magic bullet was Fire Attribute, yet the magic imbued within it was Wind Attribute.

Though clearly opposing attributes, the two merged harmoniously, beginning to fuse into one.

[Bang.]

With Banargande’s playful voice, the entire barrel glowed green. Simultaneously, magic exploded from the barrel.

——!!

Thunder roared.

The gunshot was faster than wind, faster than sound. It felt like a thunder god striking down with lightning. Aruel almost wondered if her ears weren’t ringing from the thunderous sound beyond the screen.

Flash.

Emerald light erupted. The mint-colored light flooding her vision spread everywhere like a flashbang. Clutching her fist tightly against the overwhelming magical discharge blinding her sight.

“What of the battlefield?!”

She wanted to rush to Manchester immediately. What if something went wrong? Her…

[Hmm…]

Whistling at the end of her gun barrel, Banargande—

[Today you did well, so as a reward… uhuhuh…]

Muttered to herself, then accidentally caused a major mishap.

[Uh… Is this the general channel…?]

Banargande disappeared with the wind. Aruel nearly collapsed from sheer frustration.

“…So THAT’S the power of the Commander…”

Thanks to the SS-Rank Hero trained by sex, Penril of Gale met his end.