Chapter 799: December 15th: Resonate, Burn Up, Before You Freeze and Slumber
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The existence known as a True Dragon Species is strictly not a living organism. It could be described as a biological phenomenon, or rather, an incarnated concept that spontaneously scatters fear.
The reason a True Dragon Species—which no matter how far physics advances, it could declare "cannot possibly exist"—can exist is because this planet is brimming with mana... and above all, simply because there is a precedent. However, at this very moment, that is a trivial matter.
What is important here is the principle by which the Tenth True Dragon Species, "Tomahawk," actualizes its various fears.
To reveal the trick, the true identity of what Tomahawk utilizes to execute the fear of "severing" and "throwing," its underlying principle, lies in vibration.
Tomahawk's outer shell... No, strictly speaking, Tomahawk's entire bodily tissue is constructed from the exact same substance. Within its bodily tissues, the parts that have hardened aggressively toward the outside are merely recognized as a "blade shell."
True Dragon Species, which fundamentally do not even require the minimum organs necessary for a living organism, have specialized their physical composition purely for "action."
───Tomahawk possesses organs that could be called "Resonating Tremor Furnaces." Just as the name implies, they govern Tomahawk's vibration-generating capabilities, and by having these located throughout its body produce vibrations, it can discharge bodily heat and ultra-vibration slashes.
The blade wings operate on the exact same principle. By receiving the ultra-vibration slashes fired by the main body, they recharge their kinetic energy—much like charging a mobile terminal—and begin moving once again.
That being said. Although I have spoken at length about the foundational principles of Tomahawk's properties, this is ultimately something like hidden lore written in strategy guides or tips.
The players fighting at this very moment will never know this......... Even so,
Knowing only that "its body vibrates to use various techniques" is more than enough. Because,
"This 'Magic Bullet' is... miraculously, your natural enemy, Tomahawk!"
The obsession of the Divine Age, the power of absolute victory and certain kill loaded into the Magic Bullet... is constantly starving.
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Saba-Gan γ Server. On that maddened island where bullets were treated as currency, if the most feared man declares that he "will hit," then what I need to do is already decided.
"I'm switching roles with you, Yashirobird!!"
I will take over the task of obstructing Tomahawk's vision, which Yashirobird had been doing until now by sniping from a distance.
Because the two vanguards, Ur Idim and Survival, are continuously striking its feet with all their might, Tomahawk's main body is largely unable to move. Even with a long neck, its range of motion is ultimately limited... I can see it, the way out! Though I'll be taking away your vision!!
There's a trick to mid-air jumps. If you don't have gravity direction control, you could say it's like stairs; with it, maybe more like a slope. By varying the tempo of how you run in the sky, you can add rhythm to your mid-air maneuvers, which aren't actually as completely free as one might think.
"Stalling... Stalling... Wait, what?"
Overwerke's going to do something as a countermeasure against the blade wings, and Yashirobird was trying to do something to buy time for that, so... Ah, um... alright, let's stop thinking too deeply. Basically, a knockdown! If it flinches and stops, everything is solved. A certain percentage of the world's problems can be solved by punching them!!
A mid-air jump feels like stepping on the void and leaping, but if you aren't using a skill like Space Charge that "treats the direction you are standing as a 'flat surface'," the movement is like jumping across stepping stones, or running up stairs skipping every other step.
And if you thrust the soles of your feet forward, it becomes not a foothold, but a "wall."
"Too bad for you, Tomahawk! All the atmosphere in this world! Is my foothold, you know!!?"
Extending its neck, Tomahawk tries to bite at me as I run up the sky, but by extending my leg as if launching a side kick, I step on the void right before it fully extends, using the principle of a wall kick to send my body flying horizontally. And the moment my body moves horizontally, I activate Space Charge.
Controlling the direction of gravity—meaning "up" and "down" when standing upright—means that the moment your feet step firmly on the void, that direction becomes the ground. Whether the top of my head is facing the actual ground or is parallel to the horizon, the place I stand is the ground, and whether I run up or down from there, for me, it's just running straight ahead!!
My stepping leg treads firmly on a transparent path; regardless of whether my body is parallel to the ground or not, with a dash that bends even gravity itself, I close the distance to the limit towards the head of the Tomahawk I had just evaded.
Tomahawk, an unhinged knife-bastard whose fangs, scales, and horns are all like sharp blades.
Oh? Looking closely, isn't there one spot that isn't a sharp angle? My my, what perfectly round... eyes you have, completely devoid of any horns.
"Do you know the conditions for becoming MVP in multiplayer, Tomahawk!"
Landing the finishing blow? Saving an ally at the last second? No! I ain't talking about tanks or healers!! The element required for a vanguard to take MVP is just three letters.
"DPS!!"
The size of the pickaxe chipping away at your life and the speed at which it's swung! That alone is the reason for a firepower class's existence!! That's why I'm using it here! The greatest of special attacks; even if it doesn't kill, it's a guaranteed lethal strike!!
"That is the impossible spear, a non-existent brilliance woven by piling up fragments of texts!"
While shouting, I thrust and bury the tip of Areadbhair with all my might into the "circle" of Tomahawk—which was thought to be entirely composed of sharp angles—namely, its eyeball.
After a brief pause... Tomahawk lets out a scream. It's a clump of metal that looks like it wants to say, "I don't have pain receptors, you know?", but surprisingly, getting its eye gouged out seems to be pretty agonizing.
But it won't end with just that. A special attack is a "technique that absolutely kills," so I'm packing my feelings of 'die if possible' right into the tip!!
"Layering it even further......... Kick Arts!!"
The martial art of kicking learned by apprenticing under an old Vorpal Bunny in Rabituza! Its true essence shines only when set as a main job... but if it's just using the techniques, a sub-job is more than enough!
Now, I'll show you the power of a "Kick Striker"!!
Mid-air jump. Due to the recoil of thrusting Areadbhair into Tomahawk's eye, my body is distanced from Tomahawk. Since Space Charge hasn't worn off yet, if I jump normally, it'll be a jump "upwards" and I won't gain acceleration. Then the "choice" to make here is... this!!
"Even if you can't see, I'll make it resonate through your skull so you understand."
Stepping firmly on the void, the angle I'm standing at is perpendicular to the ground. Taking one step into the void, driving a second step in, and on the third step, twisting my hips for a roundhouse kick!!
As the old master said, the secret art of Kick Arts is!!
First, "Kyu."
Second, "Kyukyukyu!"
And third, "Kyukyu, Kyukyukyuuu!"
No, I couldn't understand a single thing they were saying. But the nuance alone is carved into my heart!!
Kick Arts! Not a martial art of kicking, but a martial art of sending things flying with a kick!! Its true essence lies precisely in its combination with throwing skills!!
"Brionac: Kjal! feat. Kick Art 'Distorts Trigger'!!"
The roundhouse kick, delivered while bracing myself in the void, pushes out the pommel—or rather, the butt-end—of Areadbhair, just like a hammer striking a primer.
And the motion judged as a throw awakens Areadbhair's ultimate attack.
Silver flames overflow, as if saying it is impossible to be contained within the sword any longer, creating the massive tip of a spear... while still embedded in its eye.
The massive spearhead of flame synchronizes with Areadbhair, which has been granted bullet-like rotation by the Kick Art, and spins with a roaring blaze, attempting to burn and crush Tomahawk's head from its eye. The will of myself, the sword, and the flames is united as one: drop dead, Dragon!!
"Gouge it out and explode! Tomahawk!!"
If this doesn't kill it, that's really something, but I'm not the main event... I'm going to make you realize that right now.
"Yashirobird!!"
Author's Afterword
"Kyu"
"Kyukyukyu!"
And third, "Kyukyu, Kyukyukyuuu!"
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