The Sequel to the Romance Fantasy Was a Zombie Apocalypse – Chapter 108

Of course, the boasts of the Frost Giants were absolutely impossible to fulfill.

It didn’t take Dion two hours to organize the army of monsters filling the snowy plains.

“Uwoooooo!!!”

The first sacrifice was the Frost Giants who charged at Dion.

Crack!

Dion, leaping lightly like a butterfly, shot up to the height of the giants’ heads and—

Pow!

With a single punch like a bee’s sting, he ruthlessly smashed the brows of each one.

Thus, the Frost Giants, unable to properly swing their huge clubs, were annihilated by just one woman.

-Kiaaaaak!!!

Next came the four Snow Eagles.

Using the fallen Frost Giants as examples, they circled far above Dion’s head, looking for opportunities to attack her.

“Hmm… Quite bothersome.”

Dion, seeing this, casually remarked, and then—

Wham!

She swung her fist through the air, sending a wave of mana mixed with the winds above her.

Pow!

One of the Snow Eagles was helplessly sent crashing down to the ground.

-Kiyaak?

Before the other three could even grasp what had happened, Dion unleashed three rapid strikes and shot them down.

Next up were about thirty Snow Wolves.

Dion grabbed the heads of two of them with both hands and began swinging them around like nunchaku, causing mayhem.

Following them were five Giant Polar Bears, three times larger in size.

Having grown tired of just hitting heads, Dion decided to make quick work of them with simple body blows, creating holes in their bellies.

Not a metaphor, but actual holes.

One by one, Dion mechanically dealt with the army of threatening monsters from the snowy plains.

Of course, this time, Lanit wasn’t just sitting idly.

No matter how much Dion might be a god, there’s a limit to how much one can cover alone.

Thus, while in dragon form, Lanit blew fire upon the monsters charging from Dion’s blind spots and sometimes engaged in hand-to-hand combat, protecting her.

Puh-ack!

With Dion’s final high kick striking the head of an Elder Goblin, the battle came to an end.

“…”

Lanit looked around.

Most of the huge monsters lay scattered, their heads or sometimes even their bodies smashed.

‘This is terrifying, seriously.’

As he looked at the scene, fear coursed through him, but he soon managed to gather himself and approached Dion.

“Dion, it seems the situation is wrapped up.”

“Yes, good job. Though, it’s definitely easier with you backing me up than fighting alone. Lanit’s assistance has been quite helpful.”

“Thank you.”

Just like that, as if nothing had happened, Dion walked back the way she had come, shaking the blood off her gloves.

“Can we leave the monster corpses like this? With so many, I doubt they’ll be dealt with naturally.”

As Lanit followed behind her, he asked.

“That’s true. But this cold will naturally preserve the bodies, so we can dispatch manpower to slowly disassemble them over time to collect materials.”

The two walked while discussing the aftermath of the battle.

“By the way, Lanit.”

At that moment, Dion suddenly turned to Lanit.

“Yes?”

“Are you not going to release the transformation back to normal?”

“Oh, come to think of it, I haven’t changed back yet. I’ll do that right now…”

“No.”

Dion hurriedly stopped Lanit as he was about to revert back.

“…? Why?”

“Well, actually.”

Dion seemed like she had something to say, hesitating carefully about whether it was okay to speak.

“To be honest, I came all the way here alone because… I have a request to make.”

If he weren’t stained all over with monster blood, the sight of Dion shyly looking up at Lanit with her hands behind her back could’ve been adorable.

“Ah… What kind of request…?”

However, even while facing her charming demeanor, Lanit felt an ominous vibe coming from her.

“…With that state, would you mind having a spar with me just once?”

“…”

‘Oh no.’

“Ever since I heard your exploits from Prince Robertze, I’ve been thinking about it.”

With Lanit wearing a face that seemed to have bitten into something bitter, Dion continued with a dreamy expression.

“A half-human, half-dragon, breathing the Flame of Herta… To think such a dreamlike being exists.”

“…Just to confirm, in what way do you mean ‘dreamlike being?’”

“Well, obviously, as a ‘target for conflict.'”

‘This is definitely bad.’

“I’ve knocked down countless people and fought against dragons several times, but… I’ve never fought against a half-human, half-dragon. So that’s why I’m asking.”

“I might be quite strong in this form, but wouldn’t the victory outcome be too clear? There’s no way I can defeat you, Dion.”

“Don’t say that.”

Dion walked towards Lanit as she adjusted her gloves.

“I refuse.”

“I’ll refuse your refusal. Once your body is set on fighting… it can’t be stopped.”

And then there was silence.

“…”

“…”

Thud!

Dion’s silhouette surged toward Lanit.

Whoosh-

“Damn…!”

Lanit hurriedly flapped his wings and shot into the sky.

“Indeed… faster than a Snow Eagle.”

Seeing this, Dion offered a short observation before—

Whoosh!

She shot up into the air, chasing after Lanit.

“Ugh!?”

The speed was so fast that before Lanit knew it, Dion was already right in front of him.

With a sudden hook aimed at Lanit’s face—

“Ugh!?”

Lanit barely managed to dodge it by leaning back.

Swish, swish!

Next came a barrage of hooks targeting his torso.

Pow!

Lanit kicked Dion with all his strength, sending her stumbling back.

With the recoil, Lanit slightly soared upwards, while Dion dove towards the ground.

“It’s self-defense!”

Lanit shouted as he unleashed a breath toward the falling Dion with all his might.

Whoosh-!

Dion, plummeting from the air, couldn’t avoid it and took a direct hit, engulfed in crimson flames.

“Was that too much…?”

For a moment, Lanit worried as he watched.

Whoosh-!

Landing on the ground, Dion broke through the flames and flew right back at Lanit, showing no sign of any burns other than her armor being severely singed.

“As expected!”

Lanit desperately evaded the incoming combination of punches and kicks.

As Lanit tried to gain as much distance as possible after flying, Dion chased him, delivering strikes repeatedly.

After this exchange repeated several times—

“Hmm. This isn’t easy. But just relying on my fists isn’t yielding enough power…”

Dion finally seemed to give up and stopped in place.

“Is it over…?”

Lanit didn’t let his guard down as he observed her from a hundred meters away in the sky when Dion suddenly yelled.

“Lanit!”

Dion shouted toward the sky.

“I’m sorry! I have to use my trump card!”

“What…?”

Even just dodging was getting tough, so Lanit truly wanted to argue with her about what on earth that trump card could be.

“I promise it won’t be life-threatening! If you could just block or dodge this one attack, then I’ll consider you the winner!”

That proposal didn’t sound bad.

As long as he could withstand just this one attack, that was all that mattered.

“Hoo…”

With her elbows tucked into her waist, Dion spread her legs wide and took a deep breath to focus.

‘What kind of technique could it be…’

While Lanit kept his guard up, he allowed himself to relax just a bit.

‘Whatever it is, Dion is a close combat character who can’t use magic, so she’s likely going to charge at me again for a melee fight…’

As Lanit watched Dion, he kept an eye on when she might leap up again.

And that was the reason for his downfall.

“Ha!”

Finally finished with her meditation, the first thing Dion did was thrust a straight punch forward.

Bang!

The sound of the air cracking from her tremendous momentum hit Lanit’s eardrums.

Yet, no matter how powerful the punch was, it needed to hit to have an effect.

Thus, Lanit did nothing.

—And in that moment, Lanit witnessed the absurd scene of Dion’s fist disappearing from the air.

“What?”

It didn’t merely seem like it had been thrown quickly; it truly had vanished from below her elbow.

“What is this—”

Before he could finish speaking,

Whoosh-

He heard something flying towards the back of his head.

“Ah-”

As he reflexively turned to check what it was, he confirmed that it was truly Dion’s fist, which should have been way down below—

Puh!

“Ugh…”

Lanit felt a shattering pain in the back of his head as he opened his eyes.

“Bed…?”

He was lying atop the bed of the House of Larson.

“-! -!!”

Still dazed, he could hear someone’s angry voice buzzing in his ears.

‘That voice sounds familiar…’

He concentrated to listen more closely.

“Are you out of your mind?! Are you serious?! What kind of case is it to knock out someone else’s lover while going monster hunting?!”

It was Esmela’s voice, shouting at Dion.