"Can this even be called fighting?"
Daphne, who had never encountered such a scene in the Dungeon before, stared blankly into the distance at her captain, Ron, who was currently injuring himself.
Her mouth hung open, yet she had no idea what to complain about.
And the most bizarre thing of all… was the calm reaction of fellow familia mber Yamato Mikoto, as if Ron's behavior was, in her eyes, sothing utterly ordinary.
"Um…"
"You'll get used to it."
Seemingly guessing what Daphne was thinking, the black-haired girl suddenly felt a sense of veteran pride. She kept her tone as flat as possible, because the peculiarities Ron possessed… were not limited to his insane fighting style.
Rather, it was that thod of revival—sothing Mikoto still couldn't make sense of even now. As if preparing her ntally in advance, she added casually, "Because there's sothing even more absurd."
"?!"
What did she an, sothing even more absurd?
But Mikoto gave her no chance to press further. After a brief explanation, she sheathed her katana and fixed her gaze intently on the ancient dragon.
Even a greatsword couldn't break through its defenses.
Forcing Ron to resort to a life-for-damage exchange like this, she quickly realized that in this battle, she could only assist through magic.
She murmured softly: "I respectfully speak to you, my War God that can break through any thing, lead from the precious heaven. Give my petty body divine power of your grand body. Rescue them light of purification, sword of crushing evil. Sweep sword of suppression, sacred sword of conquest. It arrives here now by my order. Descend from heaven, rule the earth - shinbu tousei."
As the chant concluded, magic power gathered continuously between Mikoto's hands. A deep violet glow shone brilliantly as she expanded the spell's area to cover the dragon ahead.
In an instant, a massive purple sword ford from magic lightly touched the ground, and a hexagram pattern spread across the surface, directly enveloping Lansseax.
The already overwhelming effect of the spell
beca even more exaggerated after her adventurer level rose to Lv.3. The ancient dragon, whose movents had been extrely swift, now found even the motion of its claws gradually slowing.
Beneath the enormous creature, the ground began to fracture visibly, forming spiderweb-like cracks.
"…"
Compared to the War Ga so ti ago, Daphne had thought she had gained a basic understanding of her companions' strength—but now, it seed she had been completely wrong.
So… this was the true strength of the Hestia Familia?
She didn't want to just stand by and do nothing in this battle—at the very least, she wanted to contribute to the team. But the gap in strength made it impossible for her to intervene at all.
After all, her close friend Cassandra… at least possessed healing magic and could act as support.
But what about herself?
Daphne looked toward the distance ahead.
Ron had already pulled the two short swords out of his abdon. Perhaps due to absorbing blood, those weapons now emitted a sinister crimson glow.
Then, like a cannonball, he shot forward toward the ancient dragon, launching a fierce assault.
Compared to his initial probing against the Floor Boss, once he truly committed to battle, the speed Ron unleashed was terrifying.
Even under Mikoto's gravity magic, Futsunomitama, his speed showed no sign of decreasing. Instead, the pain stimulating his body caused his adrenaline to surge, keeping his mind in a state of extre focus.
'Even if it's just scratching you…'
'I'll still scrape you to death, little by little!'
That was Ron's current mindset.
Given the ever-increasing difficulty of this Soulslike Dungeon, encountering a normal Floor Boss and defeating it step by step to earn a great feat… was completely impossible for him now.
Everything was hell difficulty.
Just within the connected layer of the "First Deathline," encountering an ancient dragon like Lansseax—he didn't even dare imagine how difficult future exploration would beco.
So he had to cherish every opportunity to earn a great feat!
Most importantly, after raising the "Tarnished" template to Lv.3, the enhancent it brought was access to equipnt that simply shouldn't exist in the DanMachi world:
A Sacred Seal.
An indispensable item for casting incantations.
'If I can obtain the incantation Ash of War from the ancient dragon Lansseax, I can't even imagine how much it would boost my strength…'
With that thought, Ron stepped directly into the gravity field of Futsunomitama. The most imdiate sensation was that his internal organs were being compressed and shifted under the pressure.
Even his bones began to creak under the influence of the magic.
Crack.
But you're right.
What Souls players are best at—is adapting to the environnt!
The mountain-like body of the ancient dragon Lansseax was likewise subjected to the pressure of the gravity field, even restricting its ability to fly.
An epic-level debuff.
A dragon that couldn't fly was the perfect target.
Gradually adapting to the discomfort of the high-gravity environnt, Ron gritted his teeth and decisively charged toward the distant Floor Boss, whose movents had slowed.
He didn't rely on technique.
Instead, he entrusted his combat thod entirely to the abnormal bleed effect granted by Combat Art: Seppuku.
Shhk—
With each swing of his blade, only fleeting flashes of sword light could be seen, but the damage inflicted on the monster was real—sharp edges slicing through the dragon's scales.
Thanks to the mobility he had gained after adapting, Ron's attack frequency was extrely high. Each strike left small wounds on Lansseax's body—none fatal in the short term.
But the bleed effect attached to his attacks effectively suppressed the dragon's powerful regenerative ability. As countless wounds were torn open by the short swords, blood began to gush out continuously.
Bit by bit—given enough ti, even ants could gnaw an elephant to death!
Not to ntion, with two uses of Revival, Ron had a massive margin for error and had no fear of death at all.
"ROAR!!"
As Lansseax roared, the accumulating pain turned its crimson eyes into pure fury at being provoked by what it saw as an insect. Enduring the gravity magic,
the ancient dragon slowly rose.
The red lightning that had once flickered along its spine suddenly beca restrained. Raising its sharp claw high, it began to guide the energy—the lightning that had previously dissipated now gradually gathered into its claw. The once chaotic red arcs stabilized, ultimately forming a sharp weapon—a lightning-and-fire sword.
A violently oppressive aura
instantly filled the arena. It had abandoned any intention of tornting the adventurers—it only wanted to tear them all apart.
A deafening roar surged with imnse power. Yet just as Lansseax prepared to strike again, Ron made no attempt to evade.
Instead, he stepped onto the Floor Boss's body, relying purely on his raw stats to ignore the effects of Futsunomitama's gravity magic, launching a rapid assault toward the dragon's relatively vulnerable abdon.
But before Ron could savor the battle—what followed imdiately was the crimson lightning greatsword, condensed in Lansseax's claw, being hurled directly toward him.
And—a fully covering barrage of deathly lightning strikes, unleashed through the shattered ground!
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