Seoul Dragon - Chapter 55

Robert couldn't help but feel bewildered by the sudden situation.

What on earth was that?

An overwhelmingly powerful presence that couldn't even be compared to the corpse dragon he had created.

With the breath that this dragon exhaled, all the corpses conjured by Robert and Christopher evaporated in an instant.

The heat was so intense that even Robert's bones, watching from a distance, began to slightly melt.

However... the melting bones weren't the important issue right now.

The intimidating pressure emitted by that massive being.

That pressure was so intense that it made him feel like he wanted to kneel down and grovel immediately.

Despite already being undead, he couldn't help but feel fear from the soul-binding pressure emitted by the very existence itself.

A fear that felt like his soul would be torn to shreds at any moment.

How could such a being possibly exist?

There was one piece of news he had heard after taking over the drug cartel.

That a dragon had appeared in South Korea, that distant land.

But why would a dragon from that far-off land appear before him?

It wasn't just Robert who felt his soul being suppressed.

His comrades beside him felt the same way.

The dark ghost fire burning in the Dullahan's armor had extinguished, revealing only an unremarkable suit of armor.

...He didn't even think they could win.

The corpse dragon was his masterpiece and his most powerful force.

No matter how many corpses he raised, he couldn't defeat that being.

This was a certainty.

His mind, which had become coldly rational since becoming a Lich, was telling him to kneel down and bow his head to the being before him.

But if he were to kneel down now, he would die immediately.

If that dragon was a mutant with normal thought processes, it wouldn't let him go after seeing the corpse dragon.

After all, it was created by slaughtering the drug cartels and civilians of northern Mexico.

Except for a few necessary humans, they didn't need living humans, so they unhesitatingly ground up thousands of humans to create the corpse dragon.

Having seen that, the dragon would probably try to kill him.

So, to survive, he had to struggle even if it was in vain.

His confidence that he wouldn't die even if hit by a nuclear weapon was nowhere to be found.

A sense of anxiety that this dragon could kill him was rising strongly.

He raises corpses. The ability gained by becoming undead activates again, raising even old corpses buried in this land.

The Dullahan's ghost fire burns again, and their armor regains its original form. Probably, his other comrades felt similar to Robert.

That's why they were so desperate.

Even though they knew their resistance was useless, they couldn't stop.

After disposing of the disgusting dragon, I burned all the nearby corpses with my breath.

Dragon breath, considered the most powerful authority of a dragon, bestowed its renowned power on the corpse legion.

There were no corpses standing where the breath had swept across.

They literally evaporated without even leaving a melted trace.

The ground appeared blackened and scorched.

It's fortunate that I controlled my power well. If I had made a mistake, I might have melted the entire ground.

At this point, they should give up... but the opponents had a stronger will to resist than expected.

Corpses rise.

From the mutants who appeared to be Liches and Dullahans, I felt a strangely intense power.

It was like they were burning everything they had left... that kind of feeling.

Originally, before arriving here, I thought I might find a way to resolve this by having a good conversation with these mutants.

But the moment I saw the disgusting corpse dragon, such thoughts completely disappeared.

If it had been a monster made of other natural elements, or even animals, I might have just accepted it.

But... it was clearly a dragon made by grinding up what looked like thousands of people.

They might have been rejected in some way or treated unfairly by their country.

But... that's not right, is it?

This action made the Demon-type mutant seem like an angel in comparison.

At least the Demon-type mutant pinpointed and killed only those who annoyed them or mistreated them.

Of course, even that is very wrong, but they had far exceeded that level.

Not just a moderate number, but by rough estimate, thousands. Thousands.

The kind of sacrifice that occurs during massive natural disasters happened with just a wave of their hands.

That was clearly crossing the line.

Of course, from their perspective, they might think the treatment of mutants was unsatisfactory, and that they lost everything overnight.

But... but that's not right.

Looking at the melted corpse dragon, I felt a devastating emotion.

My anger at them for imitating a dragon was now a thing of the past.

The moment I realized the true nature of the corpse dragon, I felt an indescribable horror.

What followed was anger born from devastation.

Unlike Korea, the chain of hatred was working perfectly in the United States.

If they had just understood each other a little bit... could this have been avoided?

I don't know.

It's already too late.

Regardless of what kind of rejection or treatment they received, massacring thousands of humans is far beyond crossing the line.

I made a decision.

To execute them on the spot.

Despite thinking "who am I to..."—I felt they shouldn't be left alone or allowed to live.

My mind worked more coldly than when I had reduced the Demon-type mutant to that state.

Even though I had the intention to kill someone, there wasn't a single waver in my heart.

No, rather, the moment I made up my mind...

Click.

I felt like numerous pieces of knowledge were pouring into my mind, like opening a locked door and checking its contents.

In countless media describing dragons, there was something inseparable from dragons. That is, magic.

When Sia feared me before, and I reduced the burden on her body and mind.

I felt like I had used some kind of magic.

And now, I realized it wasn't just an illusion.

I could use magic.

...Haha, really, it's ridiculous.

I doubted it, but this is possible too?

Well, having seen the Lich raise undead with necromancy, why would magic be impossible?

And typically, the magic used by dragons is described like this.

In my dragon form, I spoke to the Liches and Dullahans struggling and flailing before me, imbuing my words with my will.

-Die.

A power described as the most powerful authority even beyond a dragon's breath in novels, movies, or any media.

Magic where the supreme dragon's will becomes reality.

Dragon's word.

The moment that will was projected into reality, the struggles of the Liches and Dullahans ceased.

Psssssk-

Then, their bodies gradually crumbled.

It was an unexpectedly empty end for those who had caused this situation.

After ending the situation, I released my true form and sat down heavily on the desolate wasteland that had melted.

In many ways, I felt dirty.

It will take quite some time for my clothes to regenerate. Until then, I'll have to stay still for now.

And... I need to convey my message clearly to the United States about this incident.

Since I resolved America's crisis, they should respect my wishes in return.

Come to think of it, Sia said she was creating a village for mutants.

Judging by the appearance of the Liches and Dullahans, there's already considerable hatred and anger toward mutants within the United States.

With the chain of hatred becoming severe, the conflict between mutants and humans is an unavoidable issue.

Some kind of collision will occur, and as it does, the emotional gap will continue to deepen.

The United States has already come too far to peacefully reconcile the conflict between mutants and humans like Korea.

If that's the case... they should simply arrange it so they don't have to face each other.

I need to discuss this incident in detail with Sia.

Sia kept her mouth open. She had seen it.

The scene where that overwhelmingly powerful corpse dragon literally evaporated with a single breath from Seohyun.

Then, though she didn't know what had been done, the Liches trying to raise corpses and the Dullahans charging toward her turned to ash and disappeared.

Sia felt that the fear she had felt from Seohyun wasn't unfounded.

Even she didn't have confidence in stopping the corpse army led by two Liches and three Dullahans.

But Seohyun did it alone.

No, there was nothing to "accomplish."

Just three minutes after her appearance.

Everything ended anticlimactically in just three minutes.

Sia spoke into the radio given to her.

-Situation over, situation over. The reinforcement has defeated the Liches and Dullahans.

-Is the reinforcement that dragon we just saw?

-Yes. It's reinforcement from South Korea.

-...My God, oh Lord.

The commander's relieved voice was heard, followed by him issuing orders to the entire army.

Instructions to end the situation and disarm.

The U.S. soldiers, who had been tense, belatedly cheered with joy.

They had been certain they would die, but they lived.

That was enough.

While Sia was sorting out her complicated thoughts with a sigh of relief, she saw Seohyun approaching with her wings spread.

-The one approaching our allies now is the reinforcement. There's no need to be vigilant.

Sia's additional radio transmission, concerned that someone might point a gun at her.

The soldiers looked at the approaching Seohyun with blank expressions.

Eventually, when Seohyun landed in front of Sia, Sia could see it.

Her expression, which seemed very displeased about something.

Sia's heart sank.