Siva (Volume 6) Dead Man Island

Chapter 065: At the Belly of the Beast

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Volume 6
Chapter 065: At the Belly of the Beast
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The giant maw of closed, a snapping sound rung, and the eyes of the world burned that image on their minds like sunset.... for it was rare for a dragon to appear in Terroa, even rarer for one to be this large; rare even for a dragon to directly attack a city; and rarer, most, for a single man to battle this magnificent foe.

And yet they saw it, with the camera drones all focused on that creature, the sight of a man in a formal white polo shirt and black slacks, flying in the air without any gear...

...he willingly threw himself towards that salivating pit of a creature that once only exists in the Book of Legends.

A crackle of lightning followed the snapping of the dragon's jaw.

The gaps on its mouth flashed with a bright light and it opened its mouth let out a cry of agony, as it slammed its head to the forest floor as if trying to minimize the pain.

[Deal it damage!!!]

On Cramer's and FlowerLord's communicators was Siva's plea for assistance. The two exchange glances, nods, then flew to the air towards the open back with a large wound.

[Do it now before it uses Dragon Roar!]

While the dragon cried and slammed its head to the ground, Cramer and FlowerLord went on the back to deal it more agony.

Siva, however, in the throat of the dragon, went on to unleash one Plasma Screen Grenade after another and when ten have been unleashed, he would detonate them as soon as possible.

He went on to do this and he would complete this cycle every five seconds.

It was punishment.

"Cortana!"

[Four more minutes before evac! One minute before the strike!]

Time seems to go slow at these fleeting moments and Siva could feel the urgency and weight at every second that passed.

And like a lumberjack on the job, he clung himself on the pillar in the throat of the dragon and went on to chop at that seemingly precious tree.

Blood gushed out on the wound he made and he didn't care how much the dragon slammed his head to the ground and tried to shake him; Siva was like a leech, using the new and improved Invention version of the [Berserker Claws] to cling on and chop down at the fleshly pillar.

Siva was literally bathing on the dragon's blood at the moment as he continued to hammer its throat and aim to bleed it to death.

The sound of water came into his ears and there, in the darkness of its neck, came its light brown liquid gushing out with extreme momentum.