The flying spider silk crossed a distance of over ten meters, sticking to the center of the dragon's back just like thrown sticky candy.

The dragon, intent on chasing Octo, didn't even notice the tiny "mosquito" biting at its back, and the feeble attack didn't even make it itch.

This was exactly what Luo Yan had intended.

Utilizing the spider silk's pull, Alakdo, carrying Luo Yan, quickly scrambled to the middle of the dragon's spine in a few quick strides.

From a distance, Mi Xi, who had been watching, was utterly stunned.

Her bright eyes were wide as saucers, and her mouth had formed a perfect O shape.

Was that Lord Demon King?!

What was he trying to do?!

Dragon slaying?!

"Damn..."

This was no longer just evil.

Wasn't this outright suicide?!

As she was pessimistically thinking, Luo Yan, who had previously been "halfway up the mountain", had already reached the back of the dragon's neck with Alakdo's help.

That was the spot where demon crystals formed after a dragon's death!

It was also the place closest to the soul!

"Lord Demon King! We should stop here, right? Any farther and we might be delivered right into its mouth!" Alakdo cried out in terror.

His ability to overcome his fear and not fall was already the limit of his capabilities as a black iron level demon creature.

His courage derived solely from his trust in the Demon King himself and the fact that this dragon hadn't yet noticed him, a tiny insect.

"This is enough... Just hold on tight and don't let go!"

Upon hearing Lord Demon King's command, Alakdo nervously nodded, clinging tightly to the dragon's neck, not daring to move at all.

Luo Yan took a deep breath, reached out to touch the scales on the dragon's neck, and his entire aura transformed, resembling a giant dragon that had taken human form—

This was the first step in casting Dragon Language Magic.

He had to imagine himself as a dragon!

"Great Dragon Gutaf, omnipotent ancient spirit, True God soaring through the stars... please open your eyes and see your child, its wings broken, trapped in confinement..." (in Dragon Language)

That was a spell listed in the ancient texts alongside the Dragon Taming Divine Skill, used to transcend dragon hunters who lost control due to using the skill, preventing them from becoming new evil dragons!

Luo Yan was immensely grateful that he had once copied this spell as study material for learning Dragon Language, along with other spells, in his notes.

Moreover, it was a good thing he had reviewed these materials a few days ago.

Otherwise, after such a long time, he might have racked his brains but still might not have been able to recite it—

"...I wish for you to guide it back to the starry sea, let its soul soar freely, turn into the starlight in the heavens, shining again in the eternal night sky." (in Dragon Language)

The low, husky roar was like the gradually quickening beat of war drums.

Luo Yan focused on reciting every single syllable without daring to make a single mistake.

The stakes were high—

And at the moment when the last syllable fell, an incredible miracle occurred.

The previously raging dragon, like a baby soothed by a lullaby, suddenly ceased its thrashing.

It wasn't just the dragon.

As the source of the chaos returned to tranquility, the entire Silver Pine Forest quieted in an instant, leaving only the rustling sound of autumn wind passing through the trees.

Peaceful.

Serene.

The dragon's breathing gradually evened out.

Not just its breathing, the fire of hatred burning in its sun-like pupils also gradually extinguished.

With his right hand touching the scales, Luo Yan felt the dragon's heartbeat growing calm and also sensed the desperate wail of another soul residing within it.

"No—"

"You can't fall asleep yet! Start moving!"

"Ahhh!!!"

"Dragon God... why have you forsaken your child..."

Listening to Sanu's wails, Luo Yan felt a bit of pity for the guy.

But while pity is one thing, some things cannot be altered.

"Sleep peacefully." (in Dragon Language)

It was over.

Waves of pale golden ripples spread outward, the vast energy no longer causing turmoil but gradually beginning to heal the wounds left by the previous raging anger on this land.

Dead plants began to grow, tender shoots sprouted from beneath withered roots, entwining around the upright skeletal hands climbing upward like vines.

Mi Xi was completely dumbfounded, as if her brain had crashed, momentarily lost for words.

Was this—

Victory?!

Had the Demon King... defeated the dragon?!

The players who had survived or resurrected and rushed back felt the same, all of them casting astonished glances at the figure standing atop the dragon.

"...what did that guy do?" Hu Wan, who had been contemplating strategies a second before, murmured to himself.

Yiye Zhiqu slowly shook his head, simply expressing admiration.

"Truly worthy of being "Scourge OL"'s pinnacle of strength."

Indeed.

They still needed to work harder.

Not just the residents of the Great Graveyard but also adventurers and traveling merchants who happened to pass by were stunned by the scene.

That was a real dragon!

Not just some blown-up bull story from an adventurer's mouth!

A kilometer away on the hillside.

A man carrying a large sword and holding binoculars gazed at the dragon, suddenly astonished, remembering a rumor he had heard in a tavern in Silver Pine Town.

"Is this guy... perhaps that person?!"

Hearing his companion's voice, the adventurer standing next to him cast a surprised look.

"You know the guy riding on the dragon's back?"

"I've heard..." the man with the large sword swallowed, slowly saying, "his name... should be Flame King."

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