I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 842

Chapter 55: Even Dragons Can Bleed

Down in the valley, the battle raged on.

The Wind Knights, the clergy of White Harbor, and the Scarlet Sorcerers were all top-tier fighters, carefully selected from a crowd. Their numbers might’ve been small, but they were enough to turn the tide and buy time for the infantry to retreat.

Yet, Roy, Carl, and Naz remained on high alert against Marigoth, not daring to let their guard down for a second.

Their opponent was a mythic creature on par with high-level extraordinary beings, the Frost King, one of the seven heavenly dragons. To it, the forces below were nothing but ants.

The trickiest part was that this dragon was not as reckless as most of its kind.

It was watching.

To Carl, enemies like this were the most dangerous – akin to a lion that hunts rabbits with all its might.

“So, what’s the plan?” Carl drank some holy water, visibly healing his wounds at a rapid pace, then added succinctly, “We have no chance in a head-on clash.”

“Even the Twelve Knights who fought the Bloodfire Dragon were feeling down—though I want to say that, I also have to admit, that thing is definitely a monster,” Naz grinned, though the sweat trickling down his furrowed brow betrayed his tension.

In his perception, there was an unfathomable extraordinary force brewing beneath the human-like exterior of their opponent, far beyond the capabilities of any human.

Of the three, Roy understood the terror of high-level extraordinary beings best.

The pressure was unlike anything he’d felt with the spawn of dark gods or high-level projections; this was no foe to be dealt with by simply using reverse fate nodes.

Even after reaching Sequence 5, every vein in Roy’s body tensed under this oppressive fear, making it hard to breathe.

But…

Roy blissfully smiled, without even realizing it.

Compared to the angelic Alice, it was still far off.

“Don’t think about brute force; just buy time for the troops to retreat, then injure it and make our escape.”

Both Carl and Naz paused in surprise at his words.

Even the typically bold Naz let out a wry smile, “That sounds easy, but can we really hurt that thing with just the three of us?”

Roy replied with a quiet smile, “I’ve succeeded before.”

At that moment, Marigoth finally finished observing.

“I’m quite curious how you managed to sneak close to me. That must be some kind of extraordinary artifact; just a human’s usual tricks.”

“But you’re just wasting your time.”

“Injure me?”

A rare smile flickered across her cold expression, as the Ice Dragoness looked down at them in arrogance, “You can’t even make me shed a drop of blood.”

She raised her fingertip, running it across each one of them.

“The Lionheart Prince, the descendant of the Iron Blood, and… the filthy blood of the False King. I didn’t expect such notorious folks to arrive all at once; it saves me the trouble of finding each one.”

“Very well, let’s start with you—”

Her menacing aura exploded.

Naz’s figure vanished in an instant.

The royal gryphon of the kings broke the sound barrier, and with his blazing fire punch, he was like a ruby comet against the current, opening the curtain of battle.

Marigoth was struck by a punch and slammed into the mountainside.

“What the heck, the seven heavenly dragons are no big deal…”

“Getting hit by your flame might still be a bit troublesome.”

Naz froze for a moment and quickly realized that Marigoth had actually held his punch in place, no matter how much force he used, he couldn’t push past the limit.

The icy dragon scales hissed ominously under the crimson flames, but Marigoth simply flicked her hand.

A shockwave of pure brute force exploded.

Naz, along with his gryphon, was sent flying like a rag doll, rolling on the ground with blood pouring from his head.

Only then did he understand: the reason Marigoth had been momentarily pushed back was that she hadn’t cared in the first place.

What did it matter if her dragon scales protected her when he was just flesh and blood? The same situation had left him seriously injured.

Before Naz could even get back up, the dragon wings blurred, and the Ice Dragoness was already charging at him.

At the same instant, crimson flames swirled.

With a flash, Carl unleashed the pure-silver sword and the full power of his “Blood Qi Burst,” causing vibrations to erupt.

The Ice Dragoness didn’t even look back; she simply raised her hand.

The swirling blood qi froze under a frost mist, and even the sword that could cut through dragon scales was deflected by her icy armor.

Carl suddenly recalled something.

Among all dragons, the Ice Dragons had the strongest physical defenses.

Luckily, Naz quickly fired off a fireball.

Not to wound the enemy, but to use the explosion to propel both him and Carl away.

Without needing to communicate, as soon as they parted, they launched a joint attack from both sides.

This time, Carl took the initiative.

“Blood Qi Swordsmanship.”

Hundreds of weapons forged from pure silver transformed into a cage, completely trapping Marigoth within as they fell.

Marigoth spread her arms, and a cold wind erupted, repelling the silvery storm that ultimately solidified.

Then, she kicked at Carl, sending him flying for hundreds of meters with mere brute force.

However, at the same time, Naz’s fire punch came soaring again.

Carl blocked her line of sight, and then Naz attacked, a well-structured tactic that went completely as Marigoth had anticipated.

From the direction Carl flew, a silver spear wrapped in blood qi charged toward her, slightly catching her off guard.

But that was about it.

Grabbing the spear, Marigoth froze it at her will and easily crushed it with her hand, her other fist colliding directly with Naz’s fire punch, pushing him back before the dragon scales even began to char.

This level of confrontation wasn’t even considered a warm-up to her—

That’s how it should be.

However, in the next breath, Marigoth noticed a disturbance in the air behind her.

In that split second, a black-haired young boy and a dark golden blade flickered into her view.

Why?

How did I let a Sequence 5 get so close without noticing?!

The surprise didn’t trigger panic.

However, just an ordinary dragon tooth weapon wasn’t enough to breach her defenses—

In the next instant, dragon flames exploded.

Accompanied by the distant roar of a fire dragon, “Extinction” struck true, and as ice clashed with fire, sword met scale, a shattering sound rang out so clear and sharp.

After scoring a hit, Roy didn’t pursue; he decisively retreated until Marigoth extinguished the flames with a casual gesture, revealing her true form before he confirmed his success.

He did it.

Drip.

On Marigoth’s cold visage, a tiny cut was marked, and a single drop of blood slowly trickled down.

Touching that humiliating mark, Marigoth murmured, “I see now.”

“The flames of the Lionheart do have the potential to wound me, but due to the difference in bloodlines, it needed the stronger defense of the Iron Blood to create an opening, yet they were merely feints.”

Her ice-blue eyes locked on Roy’s figure: “You, with the flames, dragon tooth, and stealth capabilities, are the main attack.”

“And also, this flame… it seems you’ve defiled the heart of Baragas.”

Marigoth’s cold smile unveiled a twisted bloodlust unique to dragons: “Surely, you will be the first to die.”

Roy felt a chill run down his spine.

It seemed he had successfully angered a dragon.