Even though a bullet lodged in a hollow eye socket instead of a heart, the Skeleton Dragon could laugh it off.
Even if that bullet was fired from a .10.6mm sniper rifle.
However, a bullet filled with the blessing of the gods exploding inside his skull was an entirely different matter.
Bang! And then…
-Krraaahhh!!
Kahal Magdu let out a roar of anger, bubbling up from the very depths of his soul instead of the breath he had been preparing.
How dare, some bastard—
- Corpse? How ironic it is that an idiot who has been buried in the grave for decades dares to speak of corpses.
- A half-baked dragon and a mage-class beastman... What a mess my harvest has become.
- Don't be too sure of victory. Thousand Bright, have you forgotten I’m a necromancer?
- Unleash your mana! Find him!
