I Was a Small Fish When I Reincarnated, but It Seems That I Can Become a Dragon, so I Will Do My Best - Extra Chapter 162
5-45. Retreat
With wings ablaze in crimson, long red hair, and fiery red eyes, a man wielding a flaming spear appeared. This figure was well known to Ouren and Lise.
Ouren gripped his “Multiple-Lance” and flew to the same level as Houen. With spears bundled at his feet, he could float for extended periods.
“Ouren, why is this taking so long?”
“That guy is really strong… But how’s Amariaz?”
“Lise has already gone to retrieve him”
“As expected. Your sharp eyes never fail.”
Houen had always been sharp-eyed. There was no time for nostalgia now, so Ouren adjusted his expression. Houen then spoke.
“Give me the enemy’s info.”
“Wind Blade, Wind Fist, and healing abilities. He can unleash an eight-hit combo in one go, so be cautious in close combat. His attacks are mostly invisible.”
“Sounds like a challenge for me.”
“You don’t have skills like that, do you?”
“I’ll leave the front line to you.”
“Got it.”
Ouren deactivated his “Multiple-Lance” and landed on the ground. With his Hakuryuzen at the ready, he walked leisurely toward Fuuril. Houen flew above, prepared to provide support. Despite Houen’s immortality, he could be reckless.
However, dying would revert him to a child’s form, slightly reducing his abilities. His personality and intellect would also become more childlike, which he preferred to avoid.
Facing these two, Fuuril smiled wryly. With Houen joining, defeat seemed imminent. His skill “Endless Inferno“ was extremely troublesome, guaranteeing defeat if it hit. Even a glancing blow would spell doom, requiring utmost caution in future battles.
“…This is impossible.”
He regenerated his lost wings and took flight, gathering a yellow-green mist in his hand.
“The taste of fear is unpleasant, though.”
“!?!? What, he can gather human emotions even from here!?”
“Emotions? What are you talking about?”
“No time to explain! Let’s go!”
“Understood.”
The two moved quickly, but Fuuril was faster at consuming emotions. The emotions stretched like mochi, and he quickly consumed them in two bites. As he grimaced at the taste, Houen launched his attack.
“Flame Claw!”
His hand replicated a hawk’s talons, spreading wide to capture. He swooped down to seize Fuuril, but it was a miss.
“!?!? Ouren! Where did he go!?”
“…He escaped.”
“What?!”
Ouren scanned the area, but Fuuril was nowhere to be seen. The power gained from consuming emotions had been entirely used for his escape. The villagers remained confused behind their earthen barrier but stayed put. There was no need to appear before them, and escaping was wise.
“He escaped at an incredible speed… Even my ‘Mist Manipulation’ can’t catch up.”
“…I see. Sigh…”
Houen descended, visibly disheartened. He closed his flaming wings, and the spear he held vanished. He sighed deeply, but then, regaining his composure, smiled at Ouren.
“…It’s been a while.”
“Yeah, it has. You were in Devil Territory, right?”
“Yes, exactly. I brought back some magic stones. Let Yuuzen use them.”
“Oh, that’s great. I knew you’d come through.”
“Don’t make plans relying on that…”
Houen scratched his head in exasperation, but being relied upon didn’t feel bad. He wondered what they would have done if he hadn’t brought the stones, but decided not to ask. Given that Lize had been revived, they must have secured some means to break the ‘Seal Suppression.’
However, something else weighed on Houen’s mind. It had been four hundred years since the angels started moving, Ouren awakened, and Yuuzen arrived here.
“…”
“What’s got you so antsy?”
“Well, Yuuzen is here, right?”
“Yeah, he’s here. After all, he’s the one who broke my seal.”
“And Reizen?”
“His seal is next to be broken.”
Deciding to regroup with everyone, the two headed to the place where Yuuzen and the others were likely waiting.