Duke Franz grinned and let out a sinister laugh, "Ulrichia, countless times I have returned to this city in my dreams to personally chop off your head, ending the calamity that is yet to happen."
His eyes sharpened, and he bellowed through gritted teeth, "Today, let me fulfill this overdue wish!"
Accompanied by a mighty battle roar, Duke Franz's muscles bulged, and blood spurted as he used all his strength to pull the great sword from the Green Dragon's shoulder.
"Prepare to die!"
He jumped to the back of the Green Dragon's head, grabbing its horn with one hand and swinging the great sword towards its slender neck, the impending swing kicking up a fierce wind.
"Pitiful human—"
Sensing a threat to its life, the Ancient Green Dragon struggled desperately, twisting its body and suddenly unfurling its injured wings.
