�Little kid, there are no great and mighty existences in the world.�

Raon, the Black Dragon, finally realized that today.

�I am not great and mighty.

I am still far from it.�

Raon looked at the hand that was holding onto his invisible paw. There was blood dripping from that hand. Raon put his emotions into his magic.

Drip, drip.

It started to rain.

The remaining wyverns continued to rush toward the silver shield. The Bears dodged the catapults and arrows as they charged toward the cracked castle walls.

The Tigers tried to hit the Bears from the back, however, there were at least ten Bears for each Tiger.

It was at that moment.

Rumble-

The rain started to change.

The rain turned into a storm and then into a hail storm as it started to roar.

Then a thunderbolt struck down from the sky.

Kiiiiiiiii-!

Tens, no, hundreds of thunderbolts fell toward the wyvern knights and the Bears. The thunderbolts aimed at the enemies without even a tiny bit of error.

These thunderbolts were like that sword from earlier, sharply trying to slash everything in their way.

However, there was a person who was able to easily slash away that storm and hail.

�This place is really fun. Is it a mage that is trying to copy me? Who is it?�

The helmeted knight.

He licked his lips as he cut through the hail and thunderbolts and looked around. The ancient powers that Raon had felt earlier.

The power that reminded him of natural disasters.

The knight�s sword that consisted of storms, hail, and volcanic eruptions easily handled the fake imitations.

The helmeted knight�s gaze turned toward Choi Han. He chuckled while watching Choi Han spit out some blood. The black aura was rumbling in accordance with its owner�s emotions. JrNovels.com