BOOOOOOM!!
“Hahaha!!”
Berserk felt a faint thrill from the heat warming her back and the fragments that occasionally punched through her clothes and embedded themselves in her.
It was because instinct told her that, at the very least, this attack had done a decent amount of damage.
At the same time, she pulled hard on the rope wound around the dragon’s horn.
Instead of the horn moving like a fixed support, her own body was yanked toward it, and her feet touched the scales at the back of the dragon’s head.
A perfect landing.
SKREEEEEEEE!!
BOOM, BOOOOM! BANG!
Meanwhile, deafening roars and explosions erupted continuously in front of and behind her.
The former were the dragon’s screams after an entire patch of flesh had been blown away, while the latter came from the bombs that were still exploding in succession.
Amid it all, Berserk wrapped her right arm firmly around the horn serving as her support.
Then she swept back the hair whipping wildly across her face and regained a clear field of vision.
Jingle.
The earring hanging from one ear fluttered along with its metal ornament, repeatedly intruding at the edge of her sight.
SHRAAAK!
But what concerned her far more was how much damage the latest attack had actually done to the dragon.
Berserk narrowed her eyes and carefully inspected the place where the explosion had erupted.
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