Transmigrated to a Dark Fantasy World of SSS-Rank: King of the Void Chapter 91: Ashen Kid [7]

Elyndor’s limbs thrashed violently against the stone, shattering everything in their path. His furious screams and roars produced sonic shockwaves as the chaos around him grew more and more intense.

The three of them ran at full speed together, heading toward the first of the pillars that decorated the battlefield, dodging the dragon’s frenzy with great speed and agility.

Whenever lightning was about to strike, they imdiately sensed the danger, disappearing for split seconds before reappearing mid-run.

The shadow of ash separating from the group beca more and more evident—Mitsuki was doing everything he could not to die.

’It’s not a great plan, but it’s all we’ve got to survive for now,’ he thought.

The dragon flew overhead and dropped down to crush them. Mitsuki reacted instantly with Ash Propulsion, while the others simply leapt to the sides.

"Humans! Damn humans!"

The beast’s rage beca palpable—exactly what Mitsuki wanted. The less Elyndor thought, the easier he would be to kill. They needed him to act like sothing less than a wild animal.

Finally, when they reached the edge, they ca to a sudden stop. The dragon stood before them. Its appearance was beginning to crumble into that of an undead being. Its scales were being consud by the green mist, exposing its spectral bones.

"You won’t escape! Never again!"

He slamd both hands into the ground, destroying everything in his path and cornering the group.

Azel smiled nervously as he drew his bowstring.

"So what’s your brilliant plan, Ashen Kid?"

Mitsuki frowned.

"We need to attack at the sa ti, but in a different way."

"We need to synchronize our minds and movents, right?" Marco added. "That’s not a plan."

"I know. That’s just the first part. For what cos next, you’ll have to trust ."

Boom! Elyndor’s claws ca crashing down. Marco lunged forward and stopped the beast, swinging his sword with all the strength he had left. The ground beneath his feet shattered as he clashed with the dragon, whose eyes burned with green flas.

"Then let’s not waste ti—let’s begin!"

Mitsuki and Azel nodded, and together they ran toward the dragon. Despite his rage, Elyndor noticed the duo and tried to crush them like cockroaches, but Marco held him back, forcing him into a direct struggle.

At the sa ti, the duo ran beneath the dragon. Its reptilian legs slamd against the ground, and its tail—whipping violently like a lash—blocked their path, forcing them into evasive maneuvers.

Just before leaving the danger zone, Mitsuki dropped to the ground and slid across the stone on his knees, re inches away from being crushed by the beast’s tail. Azel was clearly surprised, but followed suit using the sa move—there was no ti to lose.

Just like that, they passed beneath the dragon’s tail and positioned themselves behind it to fire at point-blank range. Rising to his feet, Mitsuki aid—the shotgun barrels humd. Then he pulled the trigger—the shot rang out, and the water bullet tore through the air, striking Elyndor in the back.

The beast growled and looked back, but Marco didn’t allow it to lose focus. He leapt toward the dragon’s face and slashed out one of its eyes.

The flas covering the dragon’s body intensified, suddenly turning blue. The light it emitted defied explanation—it was so blinding that Marco fell to the ground, covering his eyes with his hand.

The sa happened to Azel and Mitsuki, who had to look away.

anwhile, in the distance, atop the cliff the group had passed before reaching the city, a mysterious figure stood watching the battle in silence. Dressed in a cowboy hat and garnts of black and gray tones, he was accompanied by a small fla locked inside a cage—the cage chained to his hand.

His face was hidden behind a strange, torn veil.

Monar looked in that direction. The mysterious entity nodded.

"We are in the Ethereal World, after all. It’s not strange to encounter historical figures. Wouldn’t you agree, young elf?"

Monar answered himself.

"Yes. Even so, we shouldn’t be here. We need to defeat the dragon right now."

His expression suddenly seed more animated. He responded to himself again.

"The little human is already working on it. He’s good, isn’t he?"

"Yes... He’s a good friend."

Monar sighed, speaking to himself in a more serious tone.

"Take care of the boy, young elf. Otherwise, the ash will consu him, and sothing worse than death will occur."

The other side of his face responded.

"Yes. I know. I always protect my friends, so don’t worry, Lord of Green."

The ground trembled.

Back in the battle, Azel and Mitsuki dashed around the dragon.

Burning through all the mana in his body, Mitsuki spamd Ash Propulsion as much as he could. His body beca a constant blur in existence—vanishing for an instant before reappearing, only to disappear again.

Azel was visibly surprised by the skill the Ashen Kid was displaying. Just a few days ago, he hadn’t been like this, but sohow Mitsuki had adapted to the battle and now charged forward without hesitation.

Or at least, that’s how it seed. In truth, Mitsuki hesitated with every single move.

Guiding himself purely by what he had seen in video gas, he tried to implent everything he knew from hack-and-slash titles. There was a certain silver-haired character with a power-obsessed twin brother whose movents were perfect for this situation.

The dragon slamd its claw into the ground, sending massive chunks of debris flying. Mitsuki was blasted to the side by the force of the impact, but recovered midair—turning into ash once more—and reappeared standing on the beast’s back.

Though he hesitated for a brief instant, he fired at the flas between the creature’s ribs, now exposed as its scales fell away, revealing its true spectral body.

Like incomplete armor, the scales served to protect what remained of the fla in its "heart," making the group’s task significantly more difficult.

However, this was only the beginning of the end.

The dragon roared in pain. It tried once more to take the fight to Mitsuki, but Marco stopped it, striking its face with a side kick.