Standing there in a near-suffocating fog of legendary poison, Witcher turned back.
It was a miserable green color for a hundred miles around, and the life was dead.
The Witch's golem army was all but wiped out, and the lizardmen who hadn't had time to run far were reduced to rows of dark green carrion.
The large, rocky giant turtle was also lying in the swamp, its entire body's transcendental activity corroded away by the toxin, leaving only an empty shell with a half-collapsed loft on top, apparently long dead.
Everything the witch had worked so hard for had been reduced to nothing in an instant.
Eleazar, who had become completely impervious to the toxin, withdrew his eyes and saw the three-headed dragon's superhuman activity in its final coalescence.
At the end of the three collar necks, three reverse scales glistened.
Peeling the palm-sized scales off easily, he took a closer look.
Very rare reanimation trait material, the main material for several branch magic potions of the Dark and Mystic Pathways, as well as the raw material for certain kinds of legendary props.
Because the dragon's head was chopped off, it didn't end up coalescing the eyes, horns, and teeth, which are highly representative dragon species material.
A dark green poison sac as big as a ball, even after it was removed, was still slowly writhing and spewing out a highly poisonous mist if nothing else.
A dragon's tail knuckle bone that had corroded away its flesh and blood was held in his hand and gently scratched, and the titan's defenses slightly broke the skin and flesh.
Rebirth, Poison, Corrosion... Three legendary traits, and finally, the bones, flesh, and skin of a dragon with a small amount of its traits cured...
Taking out his silver knife, Witcher began to dismember the highly poisoned body.
...
"If this thing is a swamp overlord, what's that other bipedal flying dragon?"
Eleazar steps out of the wreckage with a thoughtful face.
He was covered in dark green blood, and behind him, in the light of the setting sun, was a huge skeleton that was no longer of much value.
Outside that piece of poisonous fog that didn't know how long it would take to dissipate, the three women had been waiting for him for half a day.
Seeing him walk out, Evelea was just about to step forward to greet him, then backed away covering her nose.
"You stink!!!"
Eleazar lifted his hand to smell the extraordinarily putrid dragon's blood on his body and shrugged helplessly.
Fina also took a closer look at his body and didn't find anything serious before she let out a secret sigh of relief, then turned back to the witch and said, "Where's all that material you've been scavenging?"
It was too late to go back and grab the Sacred Crystal, so we'd just have to try that armor-recharging plan of the Witch's.
Evelea blushed instantly and said nastily, "I can't fit it in my space..."
"So it's all in the building..."
Eleazar immediately turned back and rushed back into the poisonous mist, jumping onto the already rickety, rocky turtle shell.
The attic-floor room that had been crooked halfway to the first floor had several splintered stake dummies tumbling into the corner, and on the floor was a large stack of toxin-infested transcendental fodder.
Brute cowhide, gargoyle meat, dragonfly pupa, and slightly more advanced ones are the eye of fear, cracked hoof horn, petrified fangs, corrosive tongue, dragonfly wing membrane, nightmare flower, poisonous stinging grass, the beard of corruption... All sorts of swamp specialties.
And now, all of those materials were corrupted by the three-headed dragon's intense poison, and almost all of them had softened, like food that had been put away for a long time, emitting an unpleasant odor while the rotting liquid flowed.
These are pure transcendental poisons, and no one dares to use them to continue refining them, except for those transcendentalists who can't live any longer.
Eleazar mused for a moment, pulling out several emptied fuel drums and filling them all.
After turning around the attic again and not finding anything of value left behind, he walked out.
Outside Evelea rushed to ask, "Well, is there any left!?"
Eleazar smiled slightly, "There's plenty more that can be used, I've put them all away."
"That's great!"
Evelina sighed with relief at the thought of all the material she'd worked so hard to conquer for a month to gather.
Fina dropped her eyes glumly, "It's taking longer than expected, are you going back..."
Evelea's mouth dropped open at once, no longer caring about the stench of his body, and she pounced on him in tears.
"I don't want to go!"
Eleazar patted her back silently, and with his other hand, he took out the last of the sacred crystals and looked at the only 27 copies of sacred energy left.
Even if he used two days a piece, he only had 54 days left, and it seemed like he could barely make it back to Celine's harbor, as long as nothing happened in that
Then after feeling the characteristics of the Dragon Seed that could still be mobilized within his body, he suddenly laughed:
"There isn't enough time left at the speed we were going at when we came over, but it seems like there's still a few days left over if we use the newly acquired speed we have now."
Evelea looked up in sudden surprise, "Really?"
Fina looked at him in surprise as well, "You mean..."
"Uh-huh!"
Eleazar nodded to confirm her suspicions and said, "Will have to verify the speed again to be sure."
Evelea, too, slowly came back to what he meant by what he said, and hastily leaped to her feet and urged on:
"Then go, go, go, I want to fly!"
Eleazar closed his eyes and slowly controlled the flow of intangible activity within his body, and then the traits of the dragon species, which was only 60% active, were slowly awakened, and from his back, he braced his flesh and blood and unfurled a pair of frost-white dragon wings with the slightest trace of blood on them.
"WOW!!!"
The two women looked at the Demon Hunter Dragon Man whose hair was instantly frosty white, with sparse white scales emerging on his body surface, silver eyes, and a frosty aura permeating his body, and whose temperament had changed drastically.
The body's construction seemed to have changed a bit as well, Eleazar spat out with a bit of difficulty:
"Go!"
With that, he slowly flapped his wings to soar off the ground.
Evelea jumped on his back without hesitation.
"I want to sit on it!"
Fina gently snuggled her body over into the embrace.
The draconian lowered his head, tightened his arms around his delicate body, and twisted his body again to make sure that the person on his back had a firm grip as well, before 'whirring', the white figure lifted off the swampy miasma and shot up into the sky.
Sitting on the floor, Phyllis tilted her head dumbfounded.
"What about me..."
In the next second, the dragon man swooped down again with the roiling screams of the demoness, and with a precise scoop of white scale-covered dragon claws, he scooped up the wincing, head-holding king's daughter, grasped her by the back collar, and once again dashed up into the sky.
"Ah ----"
The white figure slowly flipped in the air as the sun set, finally settling on the seated position of several people.
The witch sat back on her haunches and angled her head excitedly against the gusting wind.
Fina leaned back quietly in the crook of her arm, her dangling legs swaying lightly, and suddenly tilted her head back to kiss lightly the faintly chilled exhale that was close at hand.
Eleazar flinched for a moment, then responded enthusiastically.
"What are you doing down there!?"
Noticing the threads of fate throbbing, but having nothing to do with herself, the witch slapped the dragon's spine angrily.