Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might-Chapter 52 - The Piercing Devil’s Music

Have they finally returned?

It’s too late, the village has already been burnt down…

He had thought about finding them, but now that they’ve come to him, he might as well test the effectiveness of the Soul Summoning Mantra on them.

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“Damn it!”

“Damn it!”

“I really deserve to die!”

The Vice Captain of the Civilian Army cursed himself as he dashed out of the forest, his toes touching the ground and leaping several meters forward, seeing the village ablaze with raging fire, the sky ablaze in red, he couldn’t believe his relatives and friends could survive such a blaze and charged forward without hesitation.

“Wait a moment.” The Half-Elf Ranger grabbed the Vice Captain’s wrist, stopping him from proceeding, “I know you’re in pain, I’m in pain too, that Dragon killed my best friend, but…

the more we need to be calm at times like this.”

“He’s right, the more we need to be calm at times like this.” The Civilian Captain followed out of the forest, stepping onto the strip of land that had just been cleared outside the village.

His face was adorned with a new, fierce wound, and he was covered in blood, though it was unclear whose it was.

“That Red Dragon is waiting for us.” The Civilian Captain saw the huge body of the Red Dragon amidst the flames.

“I’m here.” The Human Warrior gasped for air, moving his wrist a bit, looking at the roaring flames he opened his mouth and then shut it, truly at a loss for words.

After a long silence, he said, “We must kill that Red Dragon to avenge everyone.”

“I don’t have much Mana left, but I can still support everyone.” The female Mage cast a Jumping Technique on the Human Warrior and then was about to prepare another spell when she suddenly felt unable to concentrate, overwhelmingly tired, realizing it was not that her Mana was merely low, but completely drained.

“That Red Dragon is cunning and knows many strange spells, we must be careful.” The Human Warrior lifted his sword to inspire the others, “But justice will prevail, we surely can win.”

The Civilian Captain said nothing.

The village was burnt, it was still unknown how many had died, even if the Red Dragon was driven away, rebuilding would be incredibly difficult, everyone had already lost.

In any case, the Human Warrior took the lead, as soon he neared the village he immediately felt a significant rise in temperature, the heat emanating from the burning village, accompanied by a faint voice, as if a Temptation Song of a Harpy, saying: “Something is wrong here.”

“Right.

Something is very wrong here.” The Half-Elf Ranger furrowed his brows tightly, he seemed to hear priests praying in the temple, a divine chant tinged with a hint of malevolence.

As the voice continued to rise near his ears, he felt a strong sense of being pulled, as if an invisible hand was tugging at his soul.

The Half-Elf Ranger’s breathing became rapid, cold sweat seeped out from his forehead, wanting to flee the village, but his body was immobilized, unable to move.

He covered his ears with his hands, but the voice seemed to penetrate through any gaps, through his hands, the eardrums, straight into his heart.

“We can’t get any closer.” The Half-Elf Ranger shouted, “We must leave here first.”

“Gone, everyone’s gone.” The Vice Captain, as if in a trance, continued towards the village.

The Half-Elf Ranger tried to pull back the somewhat absent-minded Vice Captain, but the latter shook off his hand and muttered to himself while moving forwards: “Yana is dead, I saw her body.

She died holding a spear, she was brave, but still dead.”

“Dead, everyone’s dead, it’s all our fault.” The Vice Captain suddenly knelt on the ground, his forehead bleeding profusely from repeated kowtowing, “If we hadn’t left the village, that Red Dragon wouldn’t have dared to come, no one would have died.”

“I’m sorry to everyone, only death can atone.” The Vice Captain shook slightly, felt his quiver was empty, pulled out the dagger at his waist and plunged it into his heart before collapsing to the ground, with a vacant gaze.

As the Vice Captain fell, the vague, hazy voice seemed to grow louder.

The Human Warrior, watching the Vice Captain’s suicide, wanted to say something, but hesitated.

The Red Dragon was just ahead, killing it would avenge everyone…

must kill the Red Dragon, we must kill the Red Dragon.

“Dead, everyone’s dead.” The Civilian Captain’s eyes turned red at some point, suddenly he drew his weapon and slashed at the unsuspecting Human Warrior, who was only wearing chainmail, severing one of his arms.

“What are you doing?” the Human Warrior screamed in agony, clutching his wound.

The Civilian Captain pointed his sword at the Human Warrior, saying in a frenzy, “It’s all your fault.

If it weren’t for you coming here to fight the Red Dragon, if it weren’t for your deceit in coaxing us to join the fight against the Red Dragon, none of this would have happened.”

“Isn’t that the truth?” the Civilian Captain roared, “Our village has always been peaceful, but ever since you arrived, things started to go wrong.”

The voice kept ringing out.

Lay down the butcher’s knife and instantly become a Buddha, Namo Amitabha.

The Human Warrior wanted to explain but his expression suddenly changed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…

I deserve to die, just kill me.” The Human Warrior stepped closer to the Civilian Captain, grabbing the captain’s sword and pressing his neck against it, twisting his neck as blood sprayed out, then he fell to the ground clutching his throat.

The Civilian Captain watched the Human Warrior fall, staggered a bit, and said, “You were at fault, I was at fault too, trusting you adventurers, it’s all my fault…

village chief, I’ve let you down.”

“What are you doing?” Seeing the Civilian Captain commit suicide, the Half-Elf Ranger stepped back, crushing a tree branch beneath his boot, then suddenly looked aside, only to see the Dwarf Priest waving at him, giving him a glance before walking into the inferno.

“I think I saw Brann calling me, he’s asking me to go with him.”

“Wait for me, Brann.”

The Half-Elf Ranger walked into the flames.

Now only the female Mage was left.

She watched as everyone took their lives one after the other, the Half-Elf Ranger muttering about the Dwarf Priest as he stepped into the flames.

The village that had been beautiful in the morning was now engulfed in fire, listening to the sacred yet eerie voices around her—

“It’s all fake, all of it is fake.” The female Mage knelt on the ground with her hands clutching her head, her hair disheveled, “Wake up, Nanali, please wake up.”

In the end, the female Mage couldn’t hold on any longer, her mind shattered.

In the burning village.

Just as soon as the enemy approached the village and entered the range of the Soul Summoning Mantra, the dead died, the insane went mad, and Leon finally stopped chanting the Soul Summoning Mantra.

He walked out of the burning village, confronted the female Mage, and swung down his claw.

There was no Flash Technique to save her this time.

Leon took a long breath and couldn’t help but feel a bit unnerved; the Soul Summoning Mantra was indeed a vast-area, powerful Confusion Control spell, and it didn’t even consume much Mana, not nearly as much as the Samadhi True Fire.

“A high-level reward is indeed a high-level reward; I wonder if there can be anything higher.”

Leon muttered to himself, thinking that normally the Soul Summoning Mantra shouldn’t be this powerful.

The Soul Summoning Mantra had performed so exceptionally today mainly because these people had already been hit hard time and again before that, especially those two from the civilian militia who watched the village become a sea of flames and couldn’t even pass a single exemption.

Indeed, one would be fine if they could pass the exemption for the Soul Summoning Mantra but don’t think one exemption will lead to immunity; one must pass the exemption periodically, and a single failure means it’s all over.

Perhaps it’s not highly effective against those with strong willpower, but against enemies with weak exemptions, there’s nothing more effective, a downright bully-annihilating technique.

Leon looked around; he remembered there was a tall and strong Priest as well as a young female Martial Monk in the Human team that came to fight him, why hadn’t he seen them?

Could it be that the Orcs and Hobgoblins killed them?

Regardless, this time he had won.

The Orcs and Hobgoblins had arrived a bit too late.

He caught a glimpse of several individuals who had fled in disarray in front of the burning village, now lying dead on the spot.

Then he saw the Red Dragon, who had been laying on the ground, slowly open its eyes, stand up, its scarlet scales gleaming in the reflection of the flames, without a single wound on its body.

“You’ve arrived.”

“We’ve arrived.

Master.”

At this moment, no one could refrain from kneeling and bowing deeply to the Red Dragon.