Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might-Chapter 38 - Preceding with Boldness then Following with Respect

Following the direction of the noise, Leon looked over but saw nothing.

A rat?

Leon didn’t pay much attention and nonchalantly pushed aside a chair blocking his path, moving forward.

Then he heard a creaking sound and looked up to see the chandelier hanging from the ceiling beginning to sway, unprovoked.

Ghost mischief?

Leon felt a chill crawl over him, and although he initially thought to turn around and leave, he suddenly remembered the spell he had just learned—Heavenly Eye Technique.

Wasn’t this the time to use it?

Narrowing his eyes, Leon swiped his hand in front of his face, and upon opening his eyes again, the whole world seemed clearer and suddenly more open.

Then, looking up towards the ceiling, he saw a pale blue translucent humanoid figure swaying on the chandelier.

Looking further, Leon noticed many pale blue translucent figures—ghosts—around him.

Suddenly, one of the ghosts shrieked, waved its hand towards Leon, and a broken chair flew up and smashed towards him.

Leon didn’t dodge, allowing the broken chair to hit him, and honestly, it was quite painful.

Being able to throw objects around wasn’t just a simple ghost—it was a mischievous ghost.

Regardless of what type of ghost it was, not returning fire was unbecoming.

Leon raised his sword and slashed, accurately hitting the mischievous ghost which split into two halves and then quickly merged back together.

Was this the physical damage resistance of a mischievous ghost?

As long as he could hurt the enemy, that was enough for Leon.

He wouldn’t use Flame Breath or Samadhi True Fire as it could only be used once per long rest and wasn’t enough to handle so many mischievous ghosts.

With one of the ghosts attacking Leon, the others followed suit, controlling chandeliers to smash at him, and rusty Morning Star Hammers scattered on the floor…

It was total chaos.

Since these ghosts were staying far away, it was inconvenient for Leon to swing his sword.

Thinking of using the Sword Control Technique, although the hall in the battlements was spacious enough for movement, it was still a bit tight for controlling a flying sword, which could easily hit walls.

So, Leon simply dropped the sword and revealed his sharp teeth and claws.

Leon targeted a mischievous ghost, charged at it, and unleashed a palm strike, scattering the ghost immediately, much more effective than swinging his sword.

What was happening?

Leon pondered, wondering if it was because he absorbed nature’s spiritual energy daily, continuously drew from the Sun and Moon Essence for years, and had refined his form, no longer merely mortal…

Dragons were Magic Creatures, right?

Ignoring all that stuff, his sharp teeth and claws seemed capable of causing Magic Damage, similar to a feathered snake.

The attacks of feathered snakes were considered Magic Attacks, effective against enemies resistant to physical damage, whether biting or constricting.

Discovering this new ability excited Leon immensely.

He ran around the hall, tearing apart all the mischievous ghosts…

One of the ghosts tried to use its incorporeal ability to escape through a wall, but it was too slow and still, not quick enough, and was ultimately slapped by Leon into the wall and perished.

“Why do you people always come to disturb my work?”

As Leon gasped for air and rested, a hollow voice echoed.

A BOSS has appeared?

Leon looked around excitedly, only to see a light blue transparent mage figure suddenly appear.

With his appearance, the atmosphere quieted down, occasionally interrupted by unnatural sounds, and the temperature also clearly dropped, until finally an inexplicable fear surged up.

Leon heard his heartbeat thumping loudly, he took several deep breaths, and finally calmed down.

This was no longer a troublesome ghost, but a higher-level ghost, usually bound to a specific location, creature, or object that held significant meaning to its life.

This ghost seemed capable of communication.

Leon tried to raise his hand and said, “Hello.”

“Not good at all, it would be better if you all were dead,” the Mage ghost shouted crazily, raising his hand, a red light emerged in his palm and then he made a throwing motion towards Leon, instantly launching a series of light orbs flying towards Leon.

The orbs moved extremely fast and could even turn corners, all aiming for Leon’s head.

Leon’s head got hit five times, making him feel dizzy, and he had to admit that the Arcane Missiles really lived up to their reputation.

This Mage ghost could actually cast spells, Leon could not let him continue casting.

Using his limbs, Leon pounced towards the Mage ghost, but before he could get close, the Mage ghost’s lips moved, and after glancing at Leon, he instantly turned into a point of light and disappeared.

Leon turned around and saw the Mage ghost appear behind him, about a dozen steps away.

He decisively raised his hand, cast the immobilization spell without a moment’s hesitation, and took a deep breath before exhaling the Samadhi True Fire.

When else would he save his skills?

Now was the time to go all out.

The immobilization spell combined with the Samadhi True Fire was Leon’s trump card; if it didn’t work, he would have to retreat immediately today.

A living mage equipped with magic items, combined with triggered Defensive Magic, might dodge Leon’s immobilization spell combined with Samadhi True Fire.

Being a Mage ghost, it was slightly lacking and after taking a hit of Leon’s skills, it turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

After killing the Mage ghost, Leon did not dare to delay.

He decisively found his sword, picked it up in his mouth, and climbed out of the dark battlements, breathing heavily under the bright light.

Leon saw the Orc that had previously spoken with him in the central courtyard.

Lorug also saw Leon, his crimson scales still shimmering, except for his chest heaving with heavy breaths, and he asked, “What did you encounter?”

“Some ghosts,” Leon replied.

“Did you escape?” Lorug smiled.

“A bunch of troublesome ghosts, and a Mage ghost,” Leon couldn’t keep up his Red Dragon pretense, couldn’t pose anymore; this was the real him, fundamentally Human, “I don’t know if there are more bizarre undead creatures, but anyway, I ran out.”

Lorug looked towards the battlements, sensing as a Priest that the dark forces enveloping the battlements had vanished, it seemed like the monster that had troubled everyone for months had disappeared.

At this time, he noticed Dekka looking at him and nodded towards him.

Now that the Samadhi True Fire was used, his trump card was gone, his combat ability significantly reduced, Leon was scared, it was time to leave.

“Hmm, have you thought about it, do you want to serve me?” Leon had already spread his wings and just thought to ask that, consider it as having a proper closure.

It quieted for a moment.

“Long live the Red Dragon.”

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“For the Red Dragon, we fight.”

“Waaagh!”

Lorug looked towards Dekka, who was pounding his chest with both hands, shouting, “Blood and glory, for the Red Dragon.”

Leon had already begun flapping his wings, almost stumbled and fell off the battlements hearing the Orc’s cheer.