An Extra’s POV
chapter-484

"HAAA… AT LONG LAST."

Wili'am smiled as he slowly began to descend from his heights, once again staring at the empty spaces that the pesky Visitors once occupied.

"THEY'RE GONE. I'LL TAKE CARE OF THEM AT MY CONVENIENCE, BUT FIRST…" He looked forward, at the two groups of Adventurers who were still hiding behind their shield.

As long as they were inside, he couldn't affect them, but he wondered how long the barrier would last.

'Probably not for long…' His thoughts trailed as he chuckled slightly.

"THAT WAS A CLOSE ONE, THOUGH. TO THINK I COULD HAVE ACTUALLY DIED IF I TOOK A COUPLE MORE HITS LIKE THAT…"

Most of the attacks they sent towards him really weren't worth considering. They only shaved off a tiny portion of his Life Force, and he recovered them in no time.

He could have gone and on like that for days and nothing would have changed.

The 'hit' that Wili'am was referring to were those ones that remained unaccounted for. He truly didn't know what hit him, and just how many times they came.

All he knew was that they were fast and too strong for his regeneration to keep up with.

"BUT ALL OF THAT IS OVER NOW…" He grinned, looking at the flickering barriers that surrounded the people.

Wili'am could sense it. In a few more seconds, their moment of grace would be over.

'I'll blow off some steam with these maggots, and then I'll take my time killing the Visitors one at a time.'

He should have known better than to underestimate them—or at least one of them. Wili'am didn't know who was responsible for those heavy attacks, and how they were hiding their strength so well, but he was sure he would be able to identify them if he took them out one by one.

Even if they are dangerous, they can't kill me in a single hit. I'll attack from a distance, and if it seems like they're gaining the advantage, I'll just change the setting once again.

'Thankfully, my recovery is fast. A few more minutes and I should be at full health.'

Just as he had this thought, the barrier that protected the weaklings finally faded away, exposing the frightened humans to the ultimate catastrophe known as him.

"HAHAHA! DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING INTERESTING TO SHOW ME NOW THAT YOUR CHAMPIONS ARE GONE? I HONESTLY DOUBT IT, ALL THINGS CONSIDERED…"

He had taken a few glimpses here and there in-between naps, and he was yet to find something incredibly exciting among them. The most interesting thing about the whole Conquest was the clash between Jet and Sebas, but it just had to be cut short.

'I still have no idea why that Visitor thought the other human was a Dragon Spy, but I don't really care.'

"SINCE YOU ALL ELIMINATED QUITE A NUMBER OF MY UNDEAD, I HOPE YOU ARE READY TO REPLACE THEM."

The looks on their faces told him they did not desire such a fate. If only such a choice was left in their hands.

'[Miasma Breath]'

An intense concentration of the corrupt energy converged within the Skeletal Dragon Lord's mouth, and he readied his aim… even though the Miasma would perfectly spread across the vast room no matter where he shot it anyway.

~BOOOOM!~

The blast was shot, and it descended upon the hopeless ones without any resistance.

The end had come.

… Or so the Skeletal Dragon Lord thought.

But—

"Chaos Judgment!"

The loud yell of a young man dominated the space, and an unbelievable amount of power instantly surged from the source of that noise.

The pure Mana clashed with the corruption that charged, instantly creating an explosion that caused the entire room to tremble.

The shockwave dominated the air, creating fireworks of black and white.

"HM? WHAT IS THIS…?" Wili'am muttered to himself as he squinted his eyes.

Two humans stood in front of the others, their lone forms like tiny specks of dust in the damaged battlefield.

One wore a white coat, and the other was dressed in black. They both had an incredible amount of energy flowing around them, but without a doubt, the one with the superior volume and quality was the man.

He had a special-looking blade that radiated immense power, but Wili'am could tell that it wasn't the blade that was special.

It was the man wielding it.

"WHO… ARE YOU?" He asked, though he already knew their identities well enough.

The man coated in black was Jet, and the lady was Lux.

They were partners, and they played a vital role in the survival of so many Adventurers. All things considered, he was strong—

enough to be considered as a Visitor.

The other lady was also strong, but… meh, she wasn't too impressive in his eyes.

'He stopped my Miasma Breath by himself? Didn't he need assistance from the other one that last time?'

The power he was displaying now far exceeded that of the past, so Wili'am knew he had to be capable of more things now.

The question, however, was why?

"WHY ARE YOU SO STRONG?"

Jet, this brave human, pointed his blade towards Wili'am in determination.

"I will sacrifice this body of mine… to defeat you. No matter what it takes… even if it costs my life… I will defeat you!"

Wili'am's [Ears Of Truth] told him that the man was telling the truth, which caused his eyes to narrow a little bit more.

'So he intends to sacrifice his life if it means taking me down, huh? Is he burning through his Life Force for some additional buffs? Or could it be something else…?'

There had to be some kind of penalty for using such a power, or else he would have displayed it from the very start.

Already, both Jet and Lux seemed to be in pretty bad shape, yet the former wanted to pull off something so grand, and the latter desired to assist him.

"PFFFT!"

The Skeletal Dragon would have made a wry smile if his face wasn't so inexpressive. He did find the whole thing amusing, though.

Human bravado never ceased to be a great source of entertainment for it.

The faces of the audience brightened up as they laid eyes on their saviors. As humans would normally react when being saved, their eyes flashed relief and they clasped their hands together, tightly clinging to hope.

All of it was equally amusing to Wili'am.

It seemed like this particular Dungeon Event of his was going to go down as the most interesting one yet.

'Very well, then… let's see how far you can go.'

Wili'am was curious about what the man had planned, especially after everyone else had apparently failed. If he proved troublesome, which was highly doubtful, he could always just switch his position and deal with him when the time is right.

'I'll just do my best to savor this moment while it lasts.' And with that thought echoing in his mind, the Skeletal Dragon Lord spoke with absolute confidence.

"COME! ENTERTAIN ME SOME MORE!"

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The last stand is here, fellas! Also, just so you know… the Arc doesn't really end here.