In the midst of the dispute, a wave of scorching heat was blown over by the wind.
The two-winged, three-headed Demon Dragon, with its fierce wind pressure, clung its talons to the stone wall. Its muscular body, covered in black scale armor, rose like marbled peaks under the sunlight.
Humans have always been realistic creatures. When you show enough power, even a heretic monarch can receive the reverence of Christians.
The crusader noble, who had been vowing to confront Losa, now trembled, his legs shaking as he stood so close to the Demon Dragon that he seemed to feel the heatwave from the three dragon heads above.
This was a sense of oppression that could not be felt from afar.
If Saint George had sought to slay such a dragon, would he have also met with regret?
Some nobles, knights, and soldiers, frightened, fled in panic, hiding behind the stone wall and screaming in terror.
"Oh God, don't let it eat me!"
