Ch-191. **The Truly Invincible**
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The smile etched across Issera’s lips deepened.
A treasure had rolled straight into his hands.
*“Courageous for a newborn Dragon God.”*
That courage alone was admirable.
Like dragons, Dragon Gods are beings who build their “rank” across long, long ages.
The magic of the heart and the power of the Wish Orb were both intimately tied to *age*.
Naturally, there was no way a Dragon God who had just been born would possess mystical capabilities.
At a time when hiding away in the deepest darkness wouldn’t be enough, this one dared to reveal herself.
*“I might not even need to destroy the Dragon Vein.”*
To force a completed Dragon Vein to re-emerge required a lengthy and complicated procedure.
But if the Dragon God is killed, the Dragon Vein will always collapse by itself.
“Still…”
Shhhhk!
Issera pulled out the bone blade that had pierced his heart, tilting his head slightly.
It was not immunity—he had taken actual damage. Meaning: this attack had struck at his weakness.
Was it because the bone blade was a part of the Dragon God’s own body?
But that explanation felt too shallow.
Even when Lucaria used both her eyes as a medium, she could not inflict a critical wound.
The “self-destruct” weakness he had set required a literal sacrifice of one’s *life* to work. Merely severing a piece of the body should never be able to inflict such damage.
“An interesting ability you have.”
But it hardly mattered.
As long as he didn’t get hit again.
Finding the Dragon God’s weakness would be troublesome, but ultimately, only a matter of time.
Issera had already hunted two Dragon Gods.
Naturally, every preparation necessary to hunt a Dragon God was already in place.
*“Shall we start with all natural elements?”*
The so-called four elements:
Water, fire, earth, and wind.
Most Dragon Gods were deeply rooted in natural attributes.
The larger the land and world they governed, the more troublesome their weaknesses tended to be—but this “Earth” was already firmly held by Lucaria, one of the Seven Dragon Gods.
Then a Dragon God birthed from such a tiny scrap of land… the weakness was obvious without even thinking.
At best, the Four Elements.
Or something close to them.
Of course, it didn’t matter even if it wasn’t the Four Elements.
“Legion.”
The tens of thousands of demon soldiers still remaining—
Issera gave them the order.
“Attack. All of you.”
…With demon soldiers unleashing countless different attributes, the weakness would inevitably surface soon.
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Huuuhf!
Park Taewoo pressed his hands to the ground.
He could barely stand anymore.
Most of the “Golden Scale fragments” he’d accumulated had already been used.
*“Just one more… even one more…!”*
But he could not collapse.
Even the Dragon God they relied on—Lucaria—had been defeated.
If he fell here, the demon army would march straight for Korea.
They would reduce Korea to ruins, and finally wipe it from existence.
The arrival of the new Dragon God was delaying Lucaria’s death, but Issera was an invincible monster that absolutely could not be defeated.
Before that happened, while the demons’ attention was on the new Dragon God, he *had* to cut their numbers down—one more, one more, one more.
“Now! Everyone, retreat!”
…What?
What the hell did that bastard just say?
Park Taewoo stared at Darkstar with disbelief.
Now that the demonic attacks were concentrated on the new Dragon God , Darkstar seized the opportunity and started running away.
“Darkstar-nim! We must fight together with that Dragon God!”
“Our defeat is already clear! Better to fall back and reorganize than die here pointlessly!”
Darkstar, too, was convinced that the new Dragon God would lose.
The current Issera possessed strength leagues beyond what he had during the Great Expedition.
Even if Wilhelm returned to life, the current Issera would not lose.
“You know the actual casualties aren’t that high! The Guardian of the Black Egg is warping away most players who took fatal damage or lost their transformation, so—”
“That’s *not everyone*, is it? The way things are going, we’re only going to increase the number of people who die for nothing!”
Park Taewoo was dumbfounded.
There were barely a thousand players still on the battlefield.
Tens of thousands had already withdrawn.
All thanks to the Guardian of the Black Egg.
Anyone unfit to fight was forcibly warped away, reducing real casualties to a fraction.
Darkstar knew that—and was still focused only on running.
“Issera is definitely not unharmed! Right now is the perfect moment to kill him!”
Issera must have expended a great deal of power in the four days he fought Lucaria.
If everyone joined forces with the new Dragon God, there *might* be a chance—
“Retreat, all of you!”
…Regardless, that was Darkstar’s last order before he fled in panic.
Park Taewoo scowled as Darkstar vanished from sight in an instant.
*“Run-star, that son of a bitch.”*
So he still hadn’t broken his old habit—once called “Run-star”.
Half of the remaining players followed him off the battlefield.
But there were still those who chose to remain—like Park Taewoo.
Hoo…
Hooooo…
Words were no longer necessary.
Their eyes met.
Slam!
The warriors nodded to one another and charged toward the demons again.
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The invasion war consumed the world’s attention.
Most countries were broadcasting the war in real time via satellite.
Humanity’s survival depended on how this battle ended.
“Wouldn’t it work if we just dropped a nuclear bomb while they’re all clustered like that?”
“Idiot. Modern weapons don’t work on those monsters at all.”
The spectators were just as tense.
Experiments had long confirmed that modern weaponry—even nukes—could not harm these otherworldly monsters.
Only Dimension Warriors—warriors of the other dimension—could kill them.
The longer the war dragged on, the darker people’s faces became.
“…Can we really win?”
“Wasn’t that white Dragon on our side?”
“Yeah, but…”
When Lucaria fell, a collective sigh echoed across the world.
The number of warriors was visibly dwindling.
And then—
“Darkstar is running away!”
“Why is he running!?”
“He must have decided we can’t win!”
To make matters worse, Darkstar and nearly half of the remaining warriors began retreating.
That was as good as confirming defeat.
The commander leading the coalition had ordered a withdrawal—those monsters crossing the sea into Korea was now only a matter of time.
“Reporter Kim Hana… if those monsters cross into Korea… what’s going to happen?”
CK news network.
Reporters were gathered around the broadcast feed.
Kim Hana, who handled interviews and coverage related to players, was among them.
“……”
But Kim Hana kept her mouth shut.
The answer to that question was obvious.
Ruin. Korea would be reduced to ash.
“We… we have to trust in Park Taewoo.”
“If Park Taewoo dies, then we’re really done for—”
“Don’t say things like that.”
Kim Hana sharply rebuked him.
Park Taewoo, Korea’s representative warrior, was defying Darkstar’s order and fighting on.
He was the very image of what a warrior should be—but if he died, there would be no one left to defend Korea.
No—there was one.
*Gracia.*
Wasn’t he still in Korea?
Why he wasn’t on the battlefield was unknown, but if she could contact him and ask for help—
Resolving her thoughts, Kim Hana turned to leave the broadcasting station—
“Aaaah!”
“No—!”
A deep, collective cry.
Boom! Boom! Kwararrrr!
She spun back to the screen—demons were striking the new Dragon God with everything they had.
Focused fire.
Black smoke engulfed the field.
Had she failed to dodge?
Even Lucaria never received attacks head-on.
The newly emerged final hope—
Was it nothing but meaningless hope?
“W-wait—”
“She’s fine?”
“The attacks didn’t work!”
As the thick smoke cleared, the people watching around the world broke out in cheers at the sight of the Blade Queen.
Not a single scratch on her.
*“While there’s still time—I have to find Gracia!”*
Kim Hana rushed out of the station.
She had to find him now, while she still could.
And she had a hunch where he might be.
*Where the Dragon Vein had formed.*
The chances were high that Gracia was there.
She had read something related in *The Hermit’s Journal*.
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“…Hm?”
Issera tilted his head.
Tens of thousands had been striking at her for so long—yet the Blade Dragon God remained perfectly fine.
*“So the common elemental weakness isn’t it.”*
Not only natural elements—dozens upon dozens of different attributes had been thrown at her.
Yet she remained untouched.
Meaning the “attribute” itself wasn’t the condition.
*A mutation is a mutation, after all?*
Indeed—they must have had a reason to appear so confidently.
If the condition was complicated, it might take longer than expected.
But that was fine.
“Wish Orb.”
Once he used the Wish Orb to discover the condition, that would be that.
And this was the Wish Orb of Myrion, one of the Seven Dragon Gods.
There was no way a newborn Dragon God had built more rank than Myrion.
Fwuaaaaa!
A massive Wish Orb appeared before him, blazing with intense light.
Toward the shining orb, Issera commanded:
“Reveal that woman’s weakness.”
Hummmm!
The light faded.
The Wish Orb had granted his wish.
But the words that appeared before Issera made him frown.
《Observation is not possible.》
…Not possible?
Even Myrion’s Wish Orb couldn’t observe her?
How could that be?
*“That ring. It’s blocking even the Wish Orb’s observation.”*
But at least he knew the cause.
The ring on the Blade Dragon God’s index finger—
That ring prevented *all* observation from the Wish Orb.
*What kind of ring is that?*
It wasn’t a conditional block.
Simply by wearing it, it nullified *every* form of observation.
He’d never heard of such a thing.
*Still, one thing is certain. It’s a condition that absolutely must be hidden.*
A condition that must *never* be discovered—
Because once discovered, something irreversible would happen.
Dragon God weaknesses were all ultimately similar.
There were limits.
Even he could not designate *every* condition at once.
If he could, he would have set absurd ones like “100% penetration” or “Only I can be attacked”.
A Dragon God’s damage condition had to be within a realistic range.
The Blade Dragon God would be the same.
“…Let us see how long you can hide it.”
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A day passed.
Issera still had not discovered the Blade Dragon God’s weakness.
Moreover, the Blade Dragon God had not moved a single step.
*“So the condition for invincibility is not moving!”*
Then all he had to do was force her to move.
“Legion! March toward her Dragon Vein!”
She couldn’t stay still once her Dragon Vein was threatened.
If the Dragon Vein was destroyed, the Dragon God would lose power.
Whooosh! Fwoooosh!
But he soon realized he was wrong.
Walking through the air, the Blade Dragon God spread her wings.
Hundreds of blades swept through the sky and massacred the demons.
“……”
The Blade Dragon God had *pretended* she couldn’t move to exhaust Issera and the demon army.
As if she were certain her condition would *never* be discovered.
Meaning she was far more cunning than expected.
…Three more days passed.
Still Issera could not determine the condition.
His mana was slowly depleting.
*“I wanted to take the heart in the freshest state…”*
He looked at the sealed Lucaria.
He planned to eat Lucaria only *after* handing over the heart to the Demon King.
If he ate Lucaria now, he could restore his power—but the freshness of the heart would degrade.
*“What kind of ridiculous condition is this?”*
He was growing irritated.
He had exhausted every condition he knew, and still the Blade Dragon God remained unharmed.
But time still remained.
…And on the sixth day, Issera sensed that something was wrong.
There was nothing left to test.
And the Blade Dragon God had slaughtered half of the remaining demons alone.
At this rate, those blades would soon reach him.
The battle had lasted more than ten days.
Both Dragon God and the demons were drained.
At last, Issera could only say one thing:
“You… don’t tell me—do you have *no condition*?”
Weaker than Lucaria she might be—but the Blade Dragon God was truly invincible.
If no weakness could be found, then she was no different from invincible itself.
And she already knew Issera’s weakness.
A retreat would be necessary.
“All units… withdraw to the Ark…”
Humiliating—but unavoidable.
The Blade Dragon God was alone.
She couldn’t possibly stop all of them from fleeing.
Sllllam!
But then—
A colossal shadow appeared at the Blade Dragon God’s feet.
And from within the shadow, one after another, things began emerging.
“…Devil Bloodspawn?”
The things rising from the shadow were Devil Bloodspawn.
And not just a few—easily more than a hundred thousand burst forth at once, spreading their wings and surrounding the demons entirely.
*So now she summons troops? And Devil Bloodspawn at that?*
That damned woman—
Was she waiting for them to weaken and flee?
“You… just what are you?”
He had to ask.
His opponent was a mutated Dragon God.
A monstrosity beyond even Issera’s imagination.
Truly invincible.
And then, for the first time, the Blade Dragon God opened her mouth.
“I am the Legion.”
