Jack of All Trades, Party of None

After tossing several stored magic stones toward the Hero, I put some distance between myself and the two others.

The Robe Woman did the same, producing magic stones before dashing off in the opposite direction from me.

The Hero who remained there used his supernatural ability to levitate the magic stones we handed him around him, drawing the aggro of the dragons toward the Hero.

Though the dragons launched long-range attacks from the sky, none of their attacks reached the Hero thanks to his supernatural ability.

After buffing himself, the Hero forcefully stabbed the tip of his sword—held backward—into the ground. From that point, numerous cracks spread across the earth.

As if triggered by an earthquake, the cracked surface of the ground lifted into the air, breaking into rocks of various sizes.

The Hero hurled these rocks toward the sky where the dragons were.

The rocks struck the dragons with tremendous force, turning those hit directly into black mist.

Perhaps because these demonic beasts were artificially created by humans, their durability was far from authentic.

If they were real, no matter how powerful the attack, they wouldn't have been defeated in a single blow.

Moreover, a large number of magic circles appeared overhead, covering the dragon horde, unleashing countless offensive magics upon them.

The Robe Woman seemed to prioritize quantity over quality, scattering wide-area offensive magics, but only a few dragons turned into black mist.

However, the damage was effective enough to slow their movements.

I created multiple mana platforms in midair, dodging rocks and magical attacks as I maneuvered freely within the dragon horde, swinging the magical sword Schwarzhase to slay the dragons.

After killing a fair number of dragons, some of their aggro shifted toward me.

I paused my attacks momentarily, moved even higher above the horde, and deliberately exposed myself, appearing vulnerable as I looked down on the dragons.

Some dragons ascended toward me, but a massive magic circle appeared at my feet. From it, the Robe Woman unleashed the heavenly thunder hammer (mjölnir), raining down on the dragons and turning them into charred remains.

Thanks to the Robe Woman's top-tier magic that killed many dragons, the horde's aggro fully shifted to the Hero and Robe Woman on the ground.

"Well then," I muttered.

Leaving the dragons to the two of them, I raised my gaze further into the sky.

For some reason, I locked eyes with the black dragon, which had been silently observing the battle from above.

"Black dragon, you’re mine to fight. You’re a fake and lack strength, but over the past six months, I’ve grown a lot. You’ll be the measure of that."

Perhaps annoyed by my words, the black dragon roared and launched fireballs.

I swung my magical sword, clashing the jet-black slash against the fireballs.

The collision between the fireballs and the slash caused a massive explosion, sending smoke billowing between us.

Escaping the black dragon’s line of sight, I pushed off a mana platform. Coupled with the acceleration from the mana-dispersed shockwave, I closed the distance instantly.

"—Third form (mont drei)."

Gripping the magical sword now shaped like a greatsword, I passed by the black dragon's face and struck at the base of its wing.

The slash, combined with the instantaneous ability surge (impact), cut the wing cleanly from the root without any resistance.

The black dragon screamed in pain but counterattacked.

Behind me, various shapes of purple, ominous mana masses attacked, while the black dragon’s tail struck from the front.

"…Reflective barrier."

I conjured a gray, translucent wall ahead.

The black dragon’s tail, hitting the wall, bounced off forcefully in the opposite direction.

Further, by touching the wall myself, I reversed my trajectory from upward to downward.

Dodging the purple mana masses rushing at me, I severed the other wing in the same way.

Following gravity, I descended while keeping distance from the black dragon.

I wanted the black dragon to fall to the ground, but it used a rare technique, substituting its wings with a fog of its own magic to stay airborne.