Amber Sword-Chapter 899 - 180: Through the Canyon

Andesa caught the gemstone with one hand, and suddenly a deafening roar echoed from behind the mist, the clouds split apart in an instant, and a massive dragon's head opened its blood-red maw towards her without warning.

"A dragon!?"

Andesa jumped in surprise, immediately chanting loudly, "North Wind, I command you to show the severity of winter!"

She stretched her palm forward, and out of thin air, a storm of snow appeared behind her. Sharp ice crystals cut forward like knives, and a fierce wind carrying snow and rain whistled past Andesa's shoulder and body, yet she remained unharmed; her long hair flew wildly in the wind, but she was as steady as a queen controlling ice and snow, unmoving. In an instant, frost spread across her surroundings, and then a thick layer of ice covered the ground.

The violent wind and snowstorm almost enveloped half of the valley, even the Holy Multi-Headed Dragon had to retreat in this snowstorm, the sharp ice crystals piercing through its vaporous body, leaving it riddled with wounds.

"Hmm?"

Andesa noticed something wasn't right about this 'dragon's strength. She extended her index finger, pointing at one of the Holy Multi-Headed Dragon's heads, and said:

"Time erodes, all things decay, your scales shall separate from your body, muscles loosen and rot, blood dries up, sinew and bone wither, your time is short, today you shall find rest here!"

The Holy Multi-Headed Dragon suddenly let out a roar, the holy white scales on its body turned yellow and fell off one by one, and then muscles and blood fell like rain, swirling and transforming into mist that merged into the valley.

In almost an instant, the massive head disappeared completely into smoke.

But before Andesa could breathe a sigh of relief, the air began to fluctuate, the smoke gathered, and the disintegrated dragon's head reappeared.

Andesa furrowed her brows.

Meanwhile, as Andesa and the Fog Nightmare were fiercely engaged, Brand and Faina seized the opportunity to slip past the battlefield between the two monsters.

In fact, the instant Andesa's attention was drawn to the Holy Multi-Headed Dragon, Brand activated his Charge Skill, yet he was still a beat too slow, and the snowstorm hit him squarely on the shoulder.

Just that one encounter left his entire right shoulder numb until now, covered with a layer of white frost.

Clenching his teeth, he dashed a hundred meters forward holding Faina, squeezing into a rock crevice. Outside was a cacophony, but here it was relatively quiet.

Brand stopped, wincing in pain, his shoulder had taken a blow like a knife wound. It's said that when pain reaches a certain level, burn, frost, and blade wounds feel indistinguishable, and at least now that's how he felt.

Seeing Brand's face contorted with pain, Faina couldn't help but ask with a hint of concern:

"Hey, country bumpkin?"

"What?" Brand gasped in reply.

"You—" Faina originally wanted to inquire about Brand's shoulder, but seeing his uninterested demeanor, she couldn't help but fume. She huffed and her tone turned hard: "Nothing—"

But after a moment, she whispered, "Hey, country bumpkin."

"What now? Miss, do I look like I have nothing better to do?" Brand replied between heavy breaths.

"You, you're stingy!"

"Hmm, you mean— is this an apology for your previous behavior towards me?"

Faina's eyebrows arched sharply: "Absolutely not, how could you think that? I could never apologize to a country bumpkin like you!"

"Then what exactly do you want to say?"

The noble daughter blushed timidly, she originally wanted to say 'your shoulder hurts so much, just let me walk on my own,' but when the words reached her lips, they became: "Hey, when do you plan to put me down—"

But her voice grew even softer.

Huh? 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Brand then remembered he was still holding her, it wasn't his fault; holding Faina felt like carrying a package. If it were any other soft girl with tender features, he might have even indulged a little. But this girl hardly earned his favor.

So full of herself, arrogant, evil-minded yet clumsy.

He couldn't help but glance at the noble daughter before putting her down.

At that moment, outside, the battle between the Holy Multi-Headed Dragon and Andesa was reaching its climax. The fifteen heads of the Fog Nightmare continuously dispersed and reformed under Andesa's tempestuous onslaught, yet the giant beast was steadily falling back, with no room to strike back.