Rogue Villain-Chapter 271: Paste

Ackster wasn’t sure what it was, but when he followed the Unimportant Whatever Art’s moves when using the sword and hitting Viztar, he could feel something. So, much to Viztar’s annoyance, Ackster clung to him like a leech and didn’t let up his attacks, no matter what Viztar did.

Viztar punched, kicked, broke, and burned Ackster like he was a spider in his house. But Ackster either dodged, parried, blocked, or healed any attacks and injuries.

Viztar looked at the Dragon Slayer with a pensive gaze. Fortunately, it seemed Kargas wasn’t feeling much hope since even Ackster couldn’t do more than scratch Viztar’s skin. If the Dragon Slayer was demoralized, Viztar had nothing to worry about.

Viztar took a deep breath. He had had his fun, and now, it was just getting annoying to deal with Ackster’s impertinently persistent attacks. It was time to go all out and exterminate this filthy cockroach.

After a deep breath, Viztar’s skin turned green, and he grew in size while his body changed shape. He undid his polymorph so that it would be easier for him to utilize all of his strength.

The mighty green dragon towered over Ackster, Kargas, and the ruined village.

"Huhu! Now, cockroach, get stomped!"

Viztar raised his front paw before sending it crashing toward Ackster like a meteor with speed surpassing his polymorphed strength. Supposedly, a Dragon Slayer would get stronger when facing a dragon in their true form. But Viztar wasn’t worried since the Dragon Slayer didn’t pose a threat.

So, the strength he got himself would be more than enough to kill both the cockroach and the Dragon Slayer.

Feeling the rapidly descending doom, Ackster tapped into Limit Breaker to speed up his senses and body to dodge the dragon paw. However, he still wasn’t quick enough.

Viztar’s stomp managed to snag onto his arm and yank it out of his shoulder.

"Fucking bastard! Why does everyone take my fucking arm all the fucking time!"

Ackster looked at the bloody paste shared between Viztar’s finger and the fingerprint several meters deep in the ground. There was no way he could take that and stuff it back onto his shoulder to regain his arm.

"You’re dead meat, scaled rat!"

Ackster glared at Viztar, appearing more angry than he actually was. After all, he was used to fighting with one arm. It made things a little trickier. But, thanks to how conveniently he could stow away and bring out his sword, it didn’t matter too much. Ackster could switch between striking and cutting Viztar’s body like flowing water.

However, it wasn’t just Viztar’s strength and speed that had risen as he assumed his true form again. His defense had skyrocketed, thanks to the green scales covering his body.

"Fuck!"

Ackster had to use Limit Breaker with a little more force now that Viztar was in his dragon form. He charged forward at a blinding speed.

Viztar’s cavernous eyes looked at Ackster like the ant he was and easily saw through his speed. He reached down to smack him flat into the ground. Not even this cockroach would be able to survive for long if Viztar transformed him into a meat sauce so fine it could pass right through a strainer.

However, Ackster stopped dead in his tracks right as Viztar’s paw slammed down in front of him. Then, using the stalled momentum he kept mostly intact thanks to Bo’s training and his own superhuman body and control, Ackster leaped onto Viztar’s arm.

Viztar’s legs were covered in the sturdiest scales on his body. The rest of his body wouldn’t be much better, but it would at least reduce the risk of Viztar stomping him to death.

Ackster scampered up Viztar’s foreleg before the latter could react or stop him, and just like that, he was on top of the dragon’s wide and harder-than-rock back. There, Ackster saw something he had missed when thinking about attacking Viztar in his dragon shape since they were folded and stuck close to his body.

His wings!

If Ackster could cut off Viztar’s wings, he would deal a definite blow and strand the poor dragon. It would also be an execution of fairness. Viztar had taken one of his limbs. It was only fair if he did the same.

So, Ackster dashed toward the base of the wings with his sword aglow with vitality. He began lashing out with slashes of vitality before he even arrived, despite Viztar acting like a bull and trying to throw him off. Ackster’s legs were steady on a small boat in the wildest of storms. An angry dragon was not enough to throw him off balance.

With Limit Breaker’s speed, Ackster arrived at Viztar’s wings in a few moments and started chopping away.

However, the membrane was thicker and more durable than he had expected. It was like cutting through leather with a butter knife. But Ackster just gave his butter knife a sharper edge with more vitality.

Right when he made the first hole, Ackster felt a chill crawl down his spine like an insect. It probably wasn’t different from what Viztar was actually experiencing with Ackster on his back.

But Ackster looked up and saw a rain of magic take shape above his head. Droplets of green fire. Spears, blades, crosses, and strange shapes of all kinds of different magic swam in the air above Viztar’s back, gathering power before eventually showering Ackster and Viztar’s back.

It was an indiscriminate attack that relied only on overwhelming quantity and no degree of precision. Most of it would end up striking Viztar’s back directly without even coming close to touching Ackster.

However, there was one obvious difference between Ackster and Viztar’s back. Viztar’s back belonged to Viztar, who cast the magic and was a dragon. Magic of this degree wouldn’t even leave a mark. Ackster, on the other hand, was an ordinary human and should be very susceptible to magic.

"Ha! You fucking thought!

Ackster ignored the shower that was even more powerful than the stream of fire Viztar had unleashed earlier. Well, it was more powerful when looking at it as a whole. The individual hits that got close to or struck Ackster wouldn’t even be enough to knock him off Viztar’s back.