Reincarnated Lord: I can upgrade everything!-Chapter 353: Against The Dragon (1)

"To the estate!" The soldiers roared, directing people towards the lord's estate.

The crowd surged like a panicked tide, pushing each other while their desperate screams blended into a cacophony of terror as each person fought to be ahead.

Despite their armor and great strength, the knights discovered that their strength couldn't hold back the stampede. Thousands pushed forward with relentless force, their desperation outweighing the knights' strength.

Behind them, the east district was nearly engulfed in flames. The blazing heat licked their backs, making the people even more desperate to move through the narrow path that would lead them to the carts—their only hope of reaching the lord's estate.

A knight caught sight of a man trying to force a wide cart into the flow of people. It was too large, threatening to block the space meant for people.

"What do you think you're doing? Stop!"

The man's silky clothes stood out among the thousands of peasants. "These are goods meant for the chief's family!" he declared, defending himself.

The knight's eyes darkened. He advanced with wide steps as the crowd instinctively parted. "You!"

The merchant recoiled but spat back while pointing at him, spittle flying out of his mouth, "Touch me, and you will be stripped of your knighthood!"

Shing!

The knight unsheathed his sword, his pace growing faster and faster. Just as he was about to swing his sword, a deafening roar thundered, causing his heart to quake.

Instantly, the crowd erupted in screams as the terrified masses frantically bolted forward, sealing up the space they once gave the knight.

Struggling to move himself, the knight's eyes were drawn upwards as he saw the shadow looming above. His breath hitched—

A red dragon was soaring above them.

Just then, its piercing gaze swept over them, glaring with inhumane anger, a rage unlike anything the knight had ever seen before.

The moment its gaze locked onto the crowd, hundreds dropped, lifeless. Some bled from their orifices, others crumpled where they stood, fainting instantly.

The knight froze, cold sweat trickling down his back. No matter how hard he tried to move his body, he seemed stuck in place, unable to break the sheer pressure of the dragon's gaze.

Dragon Fear. That terrifying trait the dragons were dreaded for.

Bam!

Just then, the knight found himself on the ground, pushed down by a peasant. Funny enough, not everyone was crushed by the pressure released by the dragon.

Some could still move and, without care, they took the opportunity to step over the fallen, recklessly running towards safety.

Hovering above, the dragon's crystal heart pulsed, followed by the glow from the chest reaching to its mouth.

Flames rolled out of its mouth, billowing downwards with great, unbridled intensity, but at that moment, an ice dome materialized, shielding the flames from reaching his eyes.

The dragon's flames scattered upon the ice dome but couldn't melt through it.

Standing atop a rooftop, Asher looked at the dragon.

'I see.'

He then launched himself into the air with a mighty leap, pouring a great amount of mana into his sword. With an upward swing of his sword, a massive crescent blade of ice tore through the night—

The attack sliced open a huge portion of the dragon's left wing.

The dragon roared. Its flight faltered, and it tilted to the side, plummeting towards the ground.

But before it could crash—

A 20-foot-tall white wolf suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Sirius.

With its fangs bared, the wolf exhaled a torrent of crimson flames at the dragon.

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Though wounded, the dragon supported itself by breathing flames.

The two infernos clashed in a blinding eruption of heat.

Buildings were caught in the blast, and those that were too close were reduced to ash.

As the clash of the flames intensified, the dragon's gaze flickered—catching sight of Asher from the corner of its right eye.

The man's silhouette stood against the midnight sky with the moon at the center, a background it couldn't simply shrug off.

With both hands around the hilt, Asher swung the sword downward.

Sparks flew like fireflies as the dragon's horns clashed against Euodias, and the impact sent Asher several meters backward.

But Siris didn't falter.

The great wolf lunged, sinking its fangs deep into the dragon's throat, the force behind its bite shattering the scales!

The dragon shrieked, its claws tearing into the wolf's flesh. Then it inhaled—

And unleashed a blazing inferno that engulfed both Sirius and itself.

In a blink of an eye, the flames devoured Sirius' fur, yet he didn't back down. His jaws clamped down harder, deepening the cracks on the dragon's scales as his crimson eyes blazed with unrelenting fury.

With a flicker of its peripheral vision, the dragon detected Asher swiftly approaching it. Instinct took over, and it lashed its tail in a wide sweeping arc. But Asher dodged with ease. He twisted mid-air, leaping over the attack and closing the distance in a heartbeat.

The dragon, seething with a burning memory of its mangled wing, turned its wrath on Asher. A torrent of fire erupted from its maw, threatening to engulf him.

Asher didn't even flinch; he simply slashed through the flames, borrowing that moment and vanishing within the blaze for a mere second—long enough for the dragon not to spot him. Then, seizing his opportunity, he leaped into the air.

By the time the dragon saw him emerging from the flames, it was already too late. Euodias struck against the dragon's scales, its blade piercing half a meter deep into its armored hide before sliding downwards, carving a path through its scales. But it was easier said than done.

Thud!

Asher landed beneath the dragon, nestled between its four massive legs—a blind spot that left the beast snarling in frustration. It could only focus on Sirius, who, for some reason, refused to die despite the intense scorching on fur.

It just kept regenerating, defying all reason!

With a roar, the dragon lifted up its forelimbs and brought them crashing down towards Sirius. But sensing the attack, the wolf pushed forward, disrupting the dragon's plans.

Furious, the dragon pushed Sirius backwards before clamping down on his back. With a savage shake, it hurled him several meters away.

Lowering its head, the dragon peered under its belly—just in time for a sword to burst into its right eye and sink deep before it could withdraw.

Roar!

The district trembled with the force of its agony, the deafening roar shaking what was left of the windows and rattling the air. Asher looked at his sword, still in his hand and shifted his gaze upward—to the crystal heart above him.

He leaped, the force of his jump sending dust sweeping outward like the ripples on the surface of a pond.

Midair, his arms coiled, elbows sank downwards as if he was drawing a bowstring.

In the next moment, he pierced forth, stabbing the sword against the dragon's chest.

Crack!

The sound of sharp splintering fell into his ears.

Asher's eyes widened in disbelief—Euodias' blade had snapped in half!

Just then, the dragon moved.

It lowered its head once more—but this time with an open mouth—a mouth glowing with inferno!