Comprehensive Manga: Infinite Dragon God on the Beginning Mount

No matter what, he does not give up, he is eager to defeat the strong by the weak, and he persists in trying to win from the hands of those who are stronger than himself.

If he is facing the Demon King, then he will naturally become a hero to defeat him.

But if there is a hero in front of him, then it would be too ignorant for him to show the attitude of an equivalent hero.

and so--

Here he is transformed into an evil dragon.

Because only the Demon King and the Evil Dragon can make the hero shine.

This is Siegfried's aesthetics of disobedience, and the principle of Fafna of disobedience.

Whether it is a hero or a demon king, they are all beings who will give heroes respect.

Otherwise, even if the power that resides in that sword gives him a headache, the person holding the sword is indeed a fragile human being.

It should not be difficult to destroy the fragile human body.

But Siegfried, or Faffna, never thought about it.

Heroes and dragons will decide victory and defeat here, and decide between life and death.

And for the audience here, the Marquis of Vauban sitting on the throne...

"The fight between the eagle dog and the beast is quite interesting."

The silver-haired old man commented meanly, with a half-smile expression on his face.

Just as he watched patiently, the farce in front of him...

"It's surprising that there are still uninvited guests who dare to break into the stage carefully built by the old man."

The Marquis of Vauban stood up with a smile on his face.

However, in those green eyes.

Killing intent revealed. .

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The old Demon King sat on his throne, his eyes full of green eyes like hungry wolves. "It seems that as a young person, it is always easy to forget that caring for the elderly is a precious virtue..."

The Marquis of Vauban stood up with slow movements, and the invisible power radiated out in a reckless manner.

fierce.

Killing intent.

tyrannical.

Under the influence of this momentum, even though Siegfried was the god of disobedience, there was a slight sluggishness in his behavior.

The air seemed to thicken.

"As an old man, I don't have much energy for activities. Could it be that the old man is interested in making fun of it with a lot of fanfare, and there are still young people coming to disrupt the situation..."

"It's really incomprehensible--"

Days have changed.

The old man's self-conscious whisper suddenly turned into a roar of the sky.

It seems that both the wind and the thunder are responding to the roar in his heart and neighing together.

"Exactly, just waiting in the auditorium has already made the old man unbearable. Since you came here by yourself—"

"Then accompany the old man to dispel the unquenchable blood in my heart!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The old man laughed.

He left his seat.

His mouth was pulling out a smile, showing his teeth, his knees were slightly bent, and his spine was like a curved bow.

It was completely unexpected that he was an old man, like a sturdy cheetah, and like a wolf who led a pack of hungry wolves.

Those cold, miserable green eyes stared in a certain direction.

In that direction, standing was a young man with blond hair and a cheerful smile on his face.

The young man had a smile on his face and was wearing this red and blue plaid shirt.

The unbuttoned plaid shirt showed off his sturdy physique without hesitation.

Further down, there are casual beach pants and bare feet.

He looked like a sluggish homeless man wandering the streets with nothing to do—if he ignored what he held in his hands.

In his hand is a "sword".

It is said to be a "sword", but everyone can see that it is just a steel bar that was randomly picked up from that construction site.

However, when he held it in his hand, no one would doubt that it was a sword.

There are rare objects in the sky and the ground that can stop it.

No matter what it is, as long as it is cut by it, it will definitely be cut off.

Because, it was held in his hands, and it was recognized as a sword by Salvatore Tony.

It wasn't a sword.

But he said it was the sword, and that was it.

The invincible sword.

As a swordsman, he noticed it almost instantly, the sight that fell on him like a jackal.

The sight that contained power and killing intent, if ordinary people came into contact with it, I am afraid that it would be split in an instant.

However, the smiling young man holding the sword in his hand was only slightly stunned, and then the smile on his face became even brighter.

That smile is like an innocent child, and like a wanderer who meets old friends in a foreign land.

The sword in his hand tightened.

The swordsman holding the sword and the old man like a hungry wolf met each other's eyes.

"Come on, come to me quickly—"

"Stand still and don't move, the old man will kill you-"

The two whispered together.

The sound quickly dissipated with the wind and could not reach the opposite side at all.

However, the meeting of each other's eyes is enough to convey the will of both parties.

then--

Both hands and feet trembled slightly.

excited--

pleasure-

Swept up in ecstasy and wrapped in the will of war, the two godslayers stared at each other with more scorching eyes than their lovers.

Swear together, this will smash each other into pieces.

"Hahahahaha-!"

Crazy laughter resounded.

A wolf howl ensues.

Jumping out of the shadows, breaking through the ground, wolves from all directions and corners.

The pack of wolves, each the size of a small car, roared and roared as they rushed towards the blond swordsman.

The pack of wolves controlled by the Marquis of Woban are all divine beasts, and even human powerhouses of the Great Knight rank need to fight with all their strength.

However, for the aged wolf king.

This is a power that can easily swept the whole world without being stopped by a god-killer or a god of disobedience—

At best, it's just a knife for slicing steak while enjoying a meal.

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And Salvatore Tony, the god-killer who has the title of "King of Swords", is definitely a tough guy.

It is a bit whimsical to want to cut off such a hard bone with a steak knife.

The Marquis of Vauban thought so in his heart.

The swordsman was surrounded by a ferocious pack of wolves.

There were hungry wolf teeth in every direction, and he even felt saliva dripping onto his hair.

"Ah, it smells a little stinky."

The blond swordsman raised his hand and scratched his head, sighing.

Then--

He pushed away the wolf corpse that fell on him.

In the surrounding area, the wolves that had fangs and sharp teeth before fell to the ground in a whimper.

Obviously, this method can't bring him any trouble.

...........

However, the Marquis of Vauban only used this method to delay his pace a little.

With a twisted smile at the corner of his mouth, Marquis Vauban raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

The next moment, the roar of the sky rang out.

The storm swept, and the dark clouds gathered.

Immediately afterwards, thunder and lightning flashed, instantly illuminating the gloomy sky.

The swordsman who sensed something was wrong, hurriedly dodged.