Villain Ch 1543. Neck Pal
The middle head snapped at him—but Allen twisted mid-dive, carving a brutal gash across the dragon's cheek before flipping under its jaw.
The dragon's blood sprayed into the air, thick, hot, and sizzling where it touched Allen's armor.
The golden-eyed head hissed furiously.
"Enough games!"
The derpy head wagged its tongue out and said, "Heyyy! That tickled!"
Allen wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or scream.
Instead, he snapped his wings open, catching the turbulent air just in time to bank hard right as Azdraeth whipped around, a hurricane of force chasing behind his massive, twisting body.
Allen gasped, feeling the mana in his veins strain under the pressure.
Every bone, every muscle in his body screamed—but the fire in his chest refused to die out.
He still wasn't done.
"Come on!" Allen roared, circling higher.
"You want to test me? Then stop holding back!"
