While the [Ice Dragon Breath] was still descending in a straight line, punishing the field below with its brutal power, Uriel felt something.
It wasn't a sound, nor a clear image — it was instinct.
Without hesitation, he twisted his body mid-air, a single flap of his wings launching him to the side.
SSHHHK!
A scarlet spear passed through where his head had been a second earlier, tearing through the air with a sharp sound, leaving behind a trail of heat and magical power.
Uriel spun in the air and hovered, serious.
If that spear had hit him… even with his scales in perfect condition, it would've left a nasty wound. But now, with visible cracks, missing chunks, and magical steam still escaping from his shoulders and back… it would've been catastrophic.
"...That was close," he muttered, his only eye narrowed and sharp as a blade.
On the ground, stepping away from the frozen remains of the destroyed mages, a new opponent walked with heavy steps.
A three-meter-tall lizard, its tail swaying aggressively. Its armor was red like dried blood, with reinforced plates on its shoulders, knees, and torso. An open helm revealed a face covered in dark scales, and its eyes burned like embers. From its waist, it slowly drew a thick, curved sword that dripped a red essence that hissed as it touched the ground.
In front of Uriel, a status window shimmered with magical light.
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Name: Moriá Mistui
Race: Draconic Lizard
Age: 70
Level: 80 / 120
HP: 1900
MP: 1850
Titles:
- Bloodthirsty: With every damaging hit, Strength increases by 1 point (stackable).
- Commander of the Blood King: The more injured he is, the stronger his attacks become. Ignores pain effects. Has authority to command any being in the Blood King's army of lower rank.
Stats:
- Strength: 58
- Speed: 60
- Intelligence: 37
- Vitality: 38
- Defense: 40
Active Skills:
- Blood Slash: A strike with a high chance to cause continuous bleeding.
- Zealot: Recites a ritual chant for 5 seconds, entering a state of absolute focus for 30 seconds. In this state, he cannot be interrupted or distracted.
- Crimson Fury: During this state, his attacks have a chance to ignore magical defense.
Equipment:
- Immortal Blood Armor: Increases physical resistance and recovers 1% HP for every defeated enemy.
- Helm of Carnage: Increases peripheral vision and grants immunity to fear effects.
- Rancorous Blood Sword: Deals physical and magical damage simultaneously. Bleeding effects have increased duration.
- Boots of Bloody Echoes: Increases charge speed and reduces movement noise.
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Uriel looked at the panel, his eyes narrowing further.
"I can only see the status of those who came from my game… not beings from the Marvel world, it seems."
However, there was no fear in his voice.
"Compared to the Blood King, you're nothing," he growled, voice cold and scornful, full of pure disdain.
Uriel puffed out his chest. His wings spread wide, the magical energy around him beginning to compress once again. He let out a roar, not as thunderous as before — but filled with focus, rage, and a promise of destruction.
Then he flew.
The speed of his flight tore through the air. The ground below cracked from the force of the charge. The world ahead became nothing but a target: Moriá Mistui.
The mini boss didn't move. He just twisted his wrist, raising the blade in a side guard, eyes still locked — ready for the clash.
Uriel dove like a living spear, wings tucked in for speed, the air around him roaring with the force of the dive. His jaw was already opening, preparing to release the [Ice Dragon Breath] again — a light blue glow beginning to shine in his throat.
But Moriá reacted at the exact moment.
With a powerful leap, he launched himself to the side, narrowly escaping the path of the breath. The ice struck the ground, freezing everything around with a dry, chilling crack. Flakes of magical snow began to fall like silver ash.
Uriel followed the movement with his eyes, and with a guttural roar, spun in the air. His thick, scale-covered tail slashed through the space with fury. The strike hit Moriá hard, crashing against the enemy's reinforced armor.
CLANG!
Sparks flew. A harsh impact echoed.
A message flashed in Uriel's mind:
[You dealt 20 damage.]
Little… but enough to show that the enemy commander could be hurt.
Moriá reacted immediately, spinning the sword in his hand with lethal precision and lunging in a single bound. The curved blade came down in a violent arc, aiming at Uriel's side. But the winged dragon pulled back with agility, dodging the blow.
As he prepared to take flight and reposition, Moriá appeared in front of him like a red blur. The sword came straight — and there was no time to dodge.
Uriel gritted his teeth.
SHHHHK!
The blade plunged into his chest, piercing damaged scales and releasing a cloud of hot steam.
[You took 80 damage.]
[You gained the Bleeding effect.]
Uriel let out a roar of pain — and at that moment, without giving the enemy time to pull the sword back, his mouth opened in a frosty flash.
[Ice Dragon Breath.]
The attack exploded directly into Moriá's face. The temperature plummeted in an instant. The commander barely had time to widen his eyes before being frozen from the inside out, his armor creaking and cracking under the pressure of the magical ice.
Uriel didn't wait for the vapor to clear.
With an animalistic move, he drove his claws into the enemy's crystallized body and crushed it. The ice shattered like glass, scattering pieces of scale, metal, and frozen blood across the battlefield.
The dragon landed, panting, his wounded chest bleeding, but his eyes still burning with fury.
He rose, facing the Blood King's army, which now hesitated, stunned by the brutal death of their commander.
"Now it's your turn."
And with a fierce roar, Uriel charged into the massacre.
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