Witcher, who had been ripped into the room by the sharp dragon's claws, looked down at the top and jacket that had instantly become tattered beggar's clothing.
Slowly raising his head, the fae body, covered in dragon scales in key places, reappeared.
The shocking snow white and dark red, together form a visual impact full of alienation.
And a pair of dark red eyes filled with hostility.
Eleazar's palms opened, trying to resist pulling out his silver sword.
He smiled a little farcically, "What happened to you?"
Luna lunged with her teeth and claws open.
It's a real flail!
The claws that had been alienated into dragon arms, the four small yet sharp fangs in his mouth, and the dragon wings flapping behind him in a hurricane, swooped in like a red lightning bolt.
"Crack!"
Eleazar, who had taken the impact hard, could feel his ribs being broken, and couldn't hold back the pain, frowning as he took two steps back.
And the dragons, who had pounced on him, took a bite down to the shoulder.
"Ka-ching!"
Dragon's Teeth easily broke through the Titan's Body's defense.
Eleazar's body stiffened, and his hands slowly wrapped around the spine that was smooth with a bit of delicate touch.
His shoulder was quickly gnawed and bloody, but he remained unfazed.
Compared to the excruciating pain of burning his body inside, this flesh wound was nothing at all.
After gnawing ferociously for a while, a cry suddenly rang out.
"Why don't you duck!"
Eleazar smiled and lifted his hand, gently touching her head.
"Wake up?"
Regaining her senses amid a killing spree was a difficult task, but it was worth celebrating that she had finally mastered the technique.
From now on, she was a Dragonborn in the true sense of the word, not a monster with empty mythological traits but no sanity at all.
Luna cried out and tried to cover his wounds, but only then realized that her hands had turned into thick and sharp dragon claws, no longer as slim and flexible as usual.
Sitting in a pool of blood, Eleazar still smiled and patted her on the back.
"It's fine, this injury is just a routine for us Transcendents."
After playing it cool and then realizing that the transcendental activity dominated by the killing intent could not be mobilized to heal the injury.
Eleazar mused, "Why don't you change back to your human form first?"
Luna instantly shrank back a bit in self-consciousness.
"Am I ugly when I look like this..."
"Nothing of the sort, it's just that your dragonborn traits are interfering with my healing, and it's a shame that all this blood is coming out."
Luna bowed her head and struggled for control for a moment, then the scales, the tail, the feathers, the horns, all of her body dissipated like ash.
Without the cover of the dragon's scales on their tightly pressed chests, the sudden, foreign touch made her tremble.
Eleazar had no charming thoughts, he quickly closed his eyes and entered a meditative state mobilizing transcendental activity to heal his wounds.
A shoulder gnawed like a sieve and a chest with five broken ribs.
After a long time, he opened his eyes with a relieved breath.
The unclothed body froze in his arms like it had been petrified.
It just rolls like a furnace.
Eleazar was silent for a moment, "Did you just try to take a shower?"
"Well ..."
Eleazar then picked her up, his fingers pressing against the scale without a second thought.
"Boing~"
It was like hitting a magical switch, and she couldn't help but wail, her body without an ounce of strength.