Ball of Nothing

Chapter 569: Dragon Attack (2)

Chapter 569: Dragon Attack (2)

When Truen and Donkey Sharo reached the frontline where the heat of the battle was, they could hardly remain on the ground. The tornado was fiercer than Truen thought it would be and Bob didn't seem to be acting any longer. The Eternal Dragon was howling and sending attacks to the attacking werebeasts.

The werebeasts were putting up a good resistance against the dragon's attack despite the terrible weather, and Truen wondered if Zero's no hurting policy was still effective. The plan to scare these werebeasts with overwhelming might was falling apart right before their eyes, and Truen felt his stomach drop. What was Zero going to do?

"Ready the archers! We're going to pierce its hide with reinforced magic! I don't believe we won't be able to take this young one down. Fire at will!"

The command came from the top of the wall and Zero cringed. Even with his protection and Bob's strength, this wasn't an attack easily thwarted.

"Master! What should I do? These werebeasts are no less powerful than the villagers in Half Moon Village!"

The magic reinforcements were all intermediate to high-tier enchantments. Even for a mighty dragon, it would be challenging to escape unharmed with so many enchanted projectiles.

Zero might be able to nullify the attack but not Bob unless he used his special time-freezing spell. However, everyone knew that the only dragon capable of this spell was the Eternal Dragon who guarded Endow Hill. Bob couldn't risk exposing his identity and Zero thought quickly.

"Retreat," he told the dragon. "After they launch their attack, evade as many as you can then level the city with a powerful attack and retreat I will improvise to take over from there. Find Truen once you make your escape and drink a high-level recovery potion from the inventory."

Truen heard the plan and looked at Donkey Sharo. If Bob was going to level the city, they were not safe staying here. Before he left the soon-to-be destroyed area, Truen gave Zero one last glance. The doctor looked like he would be able to manage fine. The storm wasn't getting any less powerful, and the whirlpool was doing an excellent job of dragging rubble from the partially destroyed city to the bottom of the seabed.

Thousands of arrows whistled through the air, cutting through the force of the tornado and Bob inhaled deeply to blow them away with a mighty roar. Most of the arrows didn't reach their target and Zero heaved a small sigh of relief, manipulating the air currents to direct them into the sea. The werebeasts were terrifyingly powerful when they were united. He still couldn't understand how some lowly sea thugs were able to cause so much damage.

Bob thought he would be in more trouble, but the arrows didn't land on the mark, making the Eternal Dragon slightly baffled. These carnivores weren't weak. Each and every individual was well-trained in combat. While their marksmanship wasn't better than the elves, most enchanted arrows should still pierce through the tornado. What was going on?

"Fire! Fire! Fire! Don't let the beast come any closer!" King Gaon shouted and notched an arrow, imbuing it with a spell for speed. At the same time, another werebeast beside him enchanted his own arrow with fire.

Zero who was observing from afar didn't understand why these folks weren't dividing the task of enchanting arrows and firing arrows. This method of shooting was too slow, and nobody knew what to aim for. Some aimed at the head, others aimed for the belly and there was also one who aimed for the top of the tornado, hoping that the arrows would be sent dropping on top of Bob's head. The disorganised mess rendered the doctor speechless from his hiding spot.

As they fired away, some archers were taken out by falling hail that the tornado spat out. Shouldn't some of the mages focus on holding up defensive barriers? Why was everyone wielding a bow? Yet, these werebeasts didn't seem to have any sign of stopping to change their strategy. Bob continued to blow arrows away and deflect them with his wing. Of the thousands of arrows fired, only twenty would make it past the tornado defences to reach him. It barely did any damage, and in no time, these werebeasts found their quivers empty.

"My king! What now? We've run out of arrows!"

When Zero heard that, he wanted to facepalm. They should have seen it coming. Not only were they out of ammo, but the dragon was also still raging. If Bob was a real dragon on a rampage with every intention to massacre the werebeasts, these fools would be eaten by now.

King Gaon grit his teeth in a somewhat pained expression as if the failure wounded him physically. "There's no other choice," he told his men solemnly. "I will fight the dragon with my sword."

His general panicked. "My King! You can't do that! There's a whirlpool in the water, even if we do not drown, we cannot reach the dragon in the air!"

King Gaon gnashed his teeth. "Don't try to stop me! For the sake of Lycantopia, even if I die, I must try! You have all fought bravely. However, this is the end. Please run while I distract the dragon, even without me, the werebeasts must still live on!"

"My King!" the teary voices of hardened warriors echoed. Many drew their swords and pledged their lives for the country till the very end. "Don't forsake us!" they cried. "Allow us to accompany you to the bitter end!"

Touched by the resolve of his warriors, King Gaon raised his sword high into the air. "For Lycantopia!" he declared.

Hundreds of swords came unsheathed as they were raised into the air. The hailstorm only added to the depressing atmosphere as the solid resolve of the last werebeasts echoed.

"For Lycantopia!"

Zero deadpanned from his hidden spot. He admired this touching brotherhood and last battle, but there really wasn't a need for these hardened warriors to foolishly seek death if they decided to use their heads a little. Having enough, Zero told Bob to commence the plan in the party chat. He would rather have these foolish werebeasts blown away by the powerful dragon's fury than see them drown to their deaths.

"Bob, let's level the city quickly before they decide to drown to their deaths. You can come out of the tornado's range now. Hop onto the walls and be as dramatic about the destruction. Make sure to make their efforts believable before you escape. You don't have to be seriously wounded, just spill some blood to convince them that their bravery paid off."

"Yes, master!" Bob grinned and swooped down from the air as the sky crackled with lightning.