Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1112 1094. Holy and Pure Light
I am being 'preyed'.
After realizing this, nothing could describe how Smaug felt.

It is an evil dragon.

In this era, because of the laws of the creator god Ilúvatar, supernatural powers gradually disappeared to the undead holy land of Valinor in the west.

It should be the most powerful one that can act without restraint.

Even if a country is forcibly occupied and all the dwarves inside are eaten or burned, no one dares to do anything.

Even though he was guarding a mountain of treasure, no one dared to rob him.

It was enough to surprise Smaug that the dwarves dared to regroup as a small group and return to the Lonely Mountain.

It thought it had frightened the dwarves into losing their will to kill.

But this is understandable. After all, hatred has been one of the sources of powerful motivation since ancient times.

The hatred for the dwarves because they destroyed the Lonely Mountain Kingdom is the most irreconcilable and irreplaceable hatred for them.

Smaug was a little unsure at first about Thorin Oakenshield's arrival, but then he thought it through and understood it.

But now?
I'm being eaten!!!

"Get away! Get away!!"

Smaug shouted incoherently with his broken jaw.

This dragon, who once slaughtered a dwarf kingdom and a human city, was an out-and-out evil dragon. Now his tone revealed unspeakable panic!

It never knew that being "eaten" could be such a horrible and painful thing!
And it wasn't just the dragon's flesh that was being devoured by the Valyrian steel mixed with the material of the Nergigante, but also the giant sword that even Smaug thought was too big.

With every drop of blood, Smaug could feel something was wrong.

The sword wasn't just 'eating' its flesh!

There was something more important and essential. Every drop of blood that dripped onto the sword suddenly disappeared.

It's like... liquid dripped onto some kind of hot flame and was evaporated instantly!
Blood can regenerate, but it's something that Smaug doesn't quite understand, and any lack of it makes the dragon feel terrified and even confused.

And Lann felt great.

[Tendon Coil] has become a part of his body.

After being nourished by the dragon's flesh and blood, he now has a tight and refreshing feeling in his body.

The steel cables under the skin and superficial muscles of the whole body became tougher in the process, and took on a little bit of the sheen of the extremely hard and crystalline black thorns on the Nergigante.

The stronger texture of the tendon coil pulls, squeezes, and rubs against the muscles, transmitting vibrations in Lan's body, which in the cochlea become a 'crunching' sound like the friction between cooked leather.

It felt to him like wrapping a sports band around his body.

The right sense of restraint does not bring discomfort, but instead a sense of relief as if the whole body is filled with blood and strength under the restraint!

However, the repair ability of the [Belisarius Furnace] is not to be underestimated. After the [Tendon Coil] temporarily acts as a 'feeding organ' and feeds back this direct and abundant nutrition to the body, the wound on Lan's hand heals faster.

In less than half a minute, the skin on the entire palm and fingers grew back to normal.

Of course, the efficiency of what Lan En "eats" cannot be compared with such a large piece of [Muddy Flow·Destruction].

And in terms of psychological oppression, they are not on the same level.

Smaug's terrified roar shook the entire Lake Town. Even the elves in the distance covered their ears in pain and showed expressions of disbelief.

They did not understand what Smaug was saying.

The evil dragon said that he was being eaten?
But it doesn’t matter whether you understand or not. What matters is Smaug’s current actions.

The evil dragon, which was originally so fierce that it seemed to want to destroy everything, now had saliva secreted from tension and fatigue constantly flowing out of its mouth, as well as minced meat and blood dripping out of its wounds.

Its huge and strong body seemed to have completely lost its sense of proportion in fear.

He frantically swung his injured wing claw, ignoring the excruciating pain of the wound.

He doesn't care even if his body loses balance and stability due to these violent and unsystematic actions.

He looked like a frightened deserter whose only thought was to escape from the battlefield.

"Go away!!!"

Smaug was still roaring.

But it had become timid, and the dark atmosphere that had shrouded Changhu Town because of its arrival began to dissipate.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually thinned, and moonlight and starlight began to shine through the gaps in the clouds.

Even in his terror, Smaug's chest and throat once again glowed with a scorching light.

This is a sign of Dragon Fire Breath.

Smaug wants to spray dragon fire directly at himself again!
Its long vicious neck swayed in fear, dragon flame ready to go.

"But I have seen through your flames!"

On Smaug's broken wing, Lan's deep and slightly glowing animal eyes looked at the hot red light coming out of Smaug's throat without panic.

He carried [Vulcan Stream·Destruction] and with steady steps and excellent balance, he actually ran on the irregularly swaying Smaug!

Towards the dragon's chest!
It ran from the wings to the chest. It was fine at first, because the shape of the wings was at least arched.

But the closer to the chest, the harder it is, because Smaug's chest is upright and perpendicular to the ground.

Now Lan En is holding a greatsword in one hand. If he only uses the hook in his left hand to assist in movement, the movement efficiency will be too slow.

fortunately!

"Whoosh!" There was a sharp explosion!
An arrow with a rapidly flying airflow tail flew to where Lan En was landing at the middle point when he was flying from the wings to the dragon's chest!

Thranduil, standing in the ruins in the distance, had his white hair flying in the wind caused by Smaug, but he put down the bow in his hand with a smile.

His arrows could not penetrate the thick shell on the dragon's chest, but they were stuck perfectly on the tightly-locked and intertwined scales, which was a piece of cake for his archery skills.

The Elf King's tough special arrow pierced into the dragon scales, unable to penetrate an inch, but there was no need to pierce it either.

The next second, Lan En stepped on the arrow.

The specially made arrow of the Elf King was bent into a dangerous arc, but it still supported the weight of the demon hunter.

Without using the one-handed hook, Lan En ran directly to the designated position.

His eyes stared deeply at a certain spot on Smaug's chest, and then the light red flame of fighting spirit on his body burst into flames!

"Oh!"

[Great Sword Technique: Air Power Slash]!
There was a melodious and long "bang" sound, and the red light on Smaug's chest was suddenly splashed with cold water, and was choked back by the dragon's uncontrollable cough.

Only a tiny bit of powerless fire remained, leaking out from the corners of his mouth, lighting up a space.

The dragon seemed to be resisting Lan's approach, coughing and clawing at the ground frantically, retreating. It was really scared!
Was the dragon flame that was right at his lips forcibly knocked back by someone?
When it was hit just now, it felt that the dragon flame that it had been able to spit out freely since birth, seemed to have suddenly become unfamiliar. No matter how it spit out, it felt uncomfortable and was simply pressed back into its chest.

It itself didn't know that its dragon flame and body could be affected in this way!

The other party really saw through my flames! And my body!

After realizing this, Smaug became even more devastated and frightened.

All it wants now is to stay away from Lan En!

But Lan En's initial combat strategy against it was: never give it a chance to escape from the battlefield.

The hook flew out under the catapulting of the mechanical device, grabbed the protrusion of the scales on Smaug's chest, and pulled Lan over in the dragon's terrified eyes.

And during Smaug's new round of rolling and smashing, Thranduil and the elven archers accurately shot a volley of arrows near Lan's landing point.

As a foothold to improve mobility efficiency.

"Don't come near me! Don't come near me!!"

One of Smaug's wing claws did not dare to leave the gap on his left chest, while the other wing claw was like crazy, shouting and slapping in front of himself.

However, when all the movements were seen through by Lan En's [Clairvoyance], Lan En knew where it would hit even before it itself.

After dodging lightly, Smaug's wing claws only broke a row of arrows in vain, but the next moment, the elves accurately provided Lan with a new foothold.

During this process, the dragon's blood flowed more and more, and the starlight and moonlight in the sky shone through the dark clouds more and more, shining down gently and quietly.

Suddenly, Lan En seemed to have a strange and inexplicable feeling.

His left hand grasped the hilt of the Arondite at his waist.

And as he pulled out the long sword, a pure and gentle white light overflowed from the scabbard.

On the battlefield where he was fighting the dragon, he actually felt a sense of peace in his heart.

After receiving the long sword adjusted by Lady Galadriel, Elrond seemed to have something to say about it, but chose not to speak because he was not sure.

Lan En himself also felt that there was something deeper hidden in this long sword.

And now, a ray of starlight from the sky hung down from afar and connected with Lan En's long sword.

In the darkness of the night with cruel flames, a vague, thin, but unbreakable band of light was formed.

A beautiful poem naturally emerged in Lan En's mind, and he recited it softly.

"Hail to Earendil,

The brightest of all stars.

From the land of Zhongzhou,
Rising to the sky."

Lan En looked at the long sword in his hand, which was shining with a gentle and pure light, with a somewhat confused expression.

But his ignorance did not affect the effect of this light.

"what!!!"

An unprecedented scream came out of Smaug's mouth. Even the scream made when Lan tore off half of its wings was not half as loud as the one now!
The movements of its rolling and beating its chest were stopped in pain, and its entire huge dragon body froze! It fell down and remained lying flat on its back.

And this was only because the soft light on the sword of the Lady of the Lake was slightly closer to Smaug's body.

This faint light seemed to be far more powerful than any weapon, and any evil thing that came close would be mercilessly burned.

The dragon scales on Smaug's chest, so large that even a black arrow could only shoot off one piece at a time, looked as fragile as crumbs of shortbread in the gentle light.

"Is that the light of the Great Star of Hope?!"

The elves in the distance were also stunned. They stared blankly at the thin band of light floating down from the sky and connecting to the long sword in Lan En's hand.

Elves are creatures that love light, but the kind of light they prefer is different. The elves of the Woodland Kingdom love starlight more and are more familiar with it.

Earendil, the great hope in heaven.

He was originally a half-elf of human and elf descent. In the First Age, he bravely endured the sufferings given by fate and overcame them.

Finally, wearing the most precious treasure in the world on his forehead - one of the three Silmarils, he defeated Ancalagon, the first winged dragon created by Morgoth, also the strongest and largest dragon.

His achievements were praised by the Valar and he was given a mission. Finally, he and his white ship ascended into the sky, wandering and patrolling, and he and the Silmaril became a star, namely - Eärendil.

And in this world, one of the few places where the Light of Earendil remains is in a water bottle in the hands of Lady Galadriel.

This light was so precious that Elrond did not dare to speculate or convey it without certainty.

Any evil thing will be painfully burned by the light of this Silmaril, no matter who it is, not even Morgoth will be spared!
"No! That's not fair!"

Smaug seemed to suddenly understand his fate. He stretched his long neck upward and roared towards the sky where there were only the moon and stars.

"This is not fair!!!"

"So what is fair?"

Lan didn't look at the long sword in his hand for long. He just raised the sword in one hand and slammed it towards Smaug's shining chest again.

Smashed its dragon flame back.

After being burned by the light of Eärendil, the broad sword sank half a meter into the dragon's flesh and blood!
And this holy and pure light continued to burn Smaug's chest.

"Did the people and dwarves you ate and burned say it was unfair?"

"I have seen beasts so fierce that they inspire respect, and I have also seen evil people who will never repent even if they die. They may not be as strong as you, Smaug. But there is no doubt that you are much more disgusting than them!"

"You have no willpower and persistence. When the possibility of injury arises, you immediately run away and then seek revenge on someone weaker."

The demon hunter's voice was steady, without any surprises or waves.

Because he was about to kill Smaug anyway, revealing and seeing through the secret of the knife would only make it faster and more convenient.

"In my eyes, you are just a gangster with the power of a dragon, a piece of mud, not even a gang leader! Because gang leaders know that only by persistence can they rise to the top!"

"And those dwarves and human heroes who were slaughtered by you just because of the difference in power! This shitty difference in power! Did they ever say it was unfair?"

With a "puff", the sword of the Lady of the Lake, which was emitting a bright light, was held upside down by Lan En and easily stabbed into the scales on the dragon's chest.

Before Smaug could even scream, the huge, broad, and wild blade of [Muddy Stream·Destruction] was inserted into the same position as the Sword of the Lady of the Lake.

The sword, which was more than three meters long, was stabbed by Lan En so that only the handle was left outside.

"You're about to die, can't you die beautifully, bug?"

After returning the insults to him with great vengeance, Lan En raised his hand and wiped the blood of the evil dragon off his face.

As the demon hunter looked up at the starry sky, the dragon's eyes, which had been shining with the dragon fire in its chest, turned into a cold gray.

(End of this chapter)