Reincarnated As A Dragon (Old Version)

Chapter 39

Salin POV

Ah, figures.

This is glorious.

Leave it to you to laugh your ass off while I'm doing this.

Hey, you're back. Hmm? What is happening? Well, we're going to have to recap.

A few minutes earlier...

Axis was flying towards the city, and everything was going great.

And of course when things are going great, life comes in with the warhammer of annoying sh*t and hits a home run with you as the ball.

In this case, while we were flying over the forest, some prick appeared in front of us, also flying obviously.

The bastard was dressed as your stereotypical butler, hell, he even had a gods be damned monocle.

"Excuse me, may I have a moment of your time?"

"What the hell do you want?"

............................

For once kid, for just one time, please try to be polite.

No chance in hell.

The fancy prick's expression was priceless as I was clearly supposed to be polite.

"Ahem, the master asks you to speak with him."

I look down and see this arrogant looking guy covered in enough gold and jewels that it's actually blinding me, wait no, he just has a mage shining a magelight on him. Wow, ego much asshole?

"Just tell me what your boss wants, I'm not going down there."

Oh boy, he's starting to look offended.

"My master wants you to give him your wolf."

Wait what.

What the hell?

Can I even give him a bound familiar?

No you can't.

"I can't do that dumbass, it's a bound familiar."

Oh, his face cramped up.

Eh, he went back to his master? Boring.

Nevermind, he flew back up.

"My master orders you to release the wolf."

Can I even do that?

No, familiars are only released through the death of their summoner.

So, the guy is basically asking me to kill myself?

Yes, he-

*insert explosion noise*

Could you have at least let me finish my sentence?

What, problem solved.

Look again.

I look down at the smoking crater andddddddd turns out the guy didn't get incinerated. Hell, he wasn't even scratched.

The f*ck?

He wasn't wearing jewellery idiot, he was wearing magical artifacts all over his body, defensive ones.

Then why didn't you say shit?!

I thought you knew!

Oh shit.

Kid look around.

I lift my head, and I was surrounded.

What do you mean 'oh shit'?

You're surrounded.

By 12 wizards, all level 32.

Yes!

I'm a level 48 demon dragon who is also a god's champion. They are human mages at level 32 with standard training and three of them are injured by god knows what.

You think I'd lose in a matchup like this?

They are mages currently in the employ of some bigwig.

And?

You think mages like that are going to use cheap gear?

And at that very moment, they all opened fire. 

And missed.

They f**cking missed.

Oh wait, I know these guys.

What?

Yeah, they are quite famous. They are a group known as 'Meteor'.

And why is that important?

Their firepower is amazing. Their accuracy, absolute shit. Their methods are literally just 'I don't need to hit you, just anywhere near you.'.

But I'm in the air, flying.

Exactly, never mind, you're going to win this fight easy.