Became an Evil Dragon

43 – 43. Swamp (6)

A swamp in the dark.

Something was moving slowly over the black, muddy water.

rocks of black color.

Huge chunks of rock that glow softly with black light move. At first glance, it was a bizarre sight enough to think that the rock was moving on its own with its own will.

However, the reality is different.

Inanimate rocks did not move, and natural features did not move on their own with their own will.

shell.

It was a huge, black shell.

It was the size of a small hut, so it was unbelievably huge as part of a creature, but underneath the huge shell there was clearly a gastropod body moving it.

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Yellowish mucus-like body. Whenever it moves, it secretes a yellow liquid and slowly creates a path before moving its body.

“Bgul, bgul bgul. Arkandar. Bgul,”

Near the black shell, a number of Toadmen boasting huge bodies were gathered. The toad beastmen, who boasted huge bodies whether sideways or upwards, were not easy to recognize, but they had unusually frightened faces.

The appearance of being afraid of the black shell in front of you.

It was strange.

Toadmen don’t have many things to be afraid of.

The strong bodies that Toadmen were born with gave them such strength that they could not easily find opponents if they succeeded in growing into adults beyond the sub-adults.

And the skin as tough as cowhide, sharp teeth, and the ability to move surprisingly fast for its size in water and muddy water are weapons that can defeat the enemy in front of you without having to devise a strategy or complicated thoughts. was

The Toadmen with such power were afraid of the huge but slow black shell in front of them.

No, to be precise, he was afraid of the incomparable slime creature inside the black shell.

Even though they were creatures whose soft bodies would surely be divided into many pieces without resistance if the Toadmen succeeded in raising their fists and striking them down with strong power.

“Bgul.”

One of the Toadmen, who spoke carefully, threw something down in front of the black shell.

It seemed that he was very intimidated in case something went wrong.

Full-! with a splash-!

The identity of the object thrown into the thin swampy water was a frogman with both legs crushed. The Frogman, who had just been captured and was bleeding dark green from the side of his crushed leg, looked as if he would be out of breath at any moment.

A Frogman who is barely exhaling faint breaths.

For a moment, silence hovered over the swamp.

The Toadmen stood still without even breathing, and the Frogman, who was severely injured and was on the verge of death, had no energy left to speak.

A small noise cut through the silence.

A strong fishy smell, the slow croaking of insects in the swamp, the sound of small fish floating to the surface to breathe.

Then, inside the shell, something slowly poked its head out.

The first thing that appeared was something conical. After that, the slime body emerges from the entrance of the shell.

lingering-

It is unbelievable that so many bodies can emerge from the opening of the narrow shell, so thick mucus begins to ooze out.

yellow body. Mucus that forms a film over the skin. Four pointed long antennae. round and small mouth. An area that looks like an arm that exists just below the head.

swamp snail.

An ancient race with high intelligence.

A swamp snail wizard who has lived for nearly a hundred years.

Arkandar.

“This is the third. Is it time to move slowly?”

Finally, the swamp snail emerged from the shell, and from its small mouth, a human language with an unbelievably fluent pronunciation protruded.

It was a level of perfection different from that of human language, which Frogman and Todman clumsily imitated with a different oral structure from humans.

Clearly, the differences in oral structure make it clear that swamp snails will be large.

The ancient swamp snail, Arkandar, slowly reached out with a sluggish movement befitting a snail.

Toward the Frogman, who was gasping for breath at any moment.

“Keew, keew, yol, yol, yol…”

Sensing death right before the snail’s soggy hand touched his head, the Frogman squeezed out his last words and spat out the words.

The frog desperately uttered a word for the powerful being it worshiped.

It was not a death sentence that contained the meaning of wishing for salvation. It wasn’t even a prayer that I spit out because I wanted to survive the crisis of death.

A meaningless act of simply instinctively calling out to one’s favorite being.

The act of mentioning the most imprinted existence without any meaning in a blurred state from having shed too much blood.

Arkandar perfectly understood the frog’s throes that no one would have understood if only the Toadmen had been there.

“Is it a red dragon? When I looked at your memories, I was really surprised that there were dragons. Even I, who can say that I have lived a long time, have only seen a dragon once in my life.”

Finally, the snail’s hand touched the frog’s head.

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“I would have thought that a dragon not worthy of a dragon in such a swamp would rule over these insignificant frogs.”

Several tentacles emerge from the yellow mucous body and begin to invade the frog’s tiny brain by burrowing through the holes in the frogman’s mouth, ears, and nose.

“Same as me. It’s not funny at all.”

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“That great beings are rotting in such an insignificant place.”

The snail’s tentacles have invaded its precious brain, and the frog begins to bleed from the holes in its eyes, nose and ears.

“But even if it is strange, a dragon is a dragon. It must have a heart and essence. The heart of a dragon with mighty power.”

The frog’s eyes turn upside down and the pupils begin to dilate.

“Maybe this is the biggest opportunity that has come to me. The opportunity I’ve been waiting for so long.”

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The egg began to crack as it slowly formed gold. On the egg shell, which was filled with only light gold, cracks large enough to be easily identified with the naked eye begin to form.

Under the hot midday sun, hundreds of Frogmen, a huge red dragon, and a small fairy were watching the hatching process.

Everyone held their breath, and the only sound that could be heard over the swamp was the small noise of an egg splitting.

Right now, the Frogman, Dragon, and Fairy were all one.

Damn it!

Finally, the greatest vibration ever occurred. Along with the sound of the egg cracking, the cracks that were already all over the place connect into one, and the egg shell crumbles.

Basasac-!

The egg shell that was smashed on top of the altar collapsed, and a moment later something small peeked out from the remains of the egg shell.

“Megul?”

A large piece of eggshell worn over the head like a hat.

Dark blue-green skin. Black spots all over the body, golden eyes.

The little frogman who was given a name by a dragon and finally born into the world tilts his head. Looking at the countless creatures looking at him.

Kero is born.

“M-Megul!”

“Megul Megul!”

“Mgul Megur Meghur!”

“Gero!”

“Gero! Gero! Megul!”

Breaking the silence, Kero jumped down the altar with an expression that he couldn’t understand why he was screaming at him while the surrounding frogmen cheered.

“Megul.”

Then he jumps up and heads somewhere.

When everyone present was quietly watching the special frogman child’s movements, wondering if he would come to them, Kero arrived in front of someone unexpected.

In front of the little fairy who was staring at the ground with her cheeks puffed out as if she didn’t like this place.

It was Nineve.

“Megul.”

“to?”

Arriving in front of Nineveh, Kero kicked off the ground and flew up with such light steps that it was hard to believe that he was a newly born frogman.

Jumping – The place where Cero jumped and landed is in Nineveh’s arms.

“Megul.”

Only then did Kero fit into the arms of the little fairy, lowering his head as if satisfied, and quietly fell asleep.

“What, what?”

Nineve looked puzzled at Frogman Ai’s actions. And seeing her and Kero in her arms, the surrounding Frogmen let out shouts of joy.

“Mgulmgulmgulmgul!”

“Anyway, you look good. Nineve.”

He lowered his head and whispered softly so that only Nineve could hear. Nineveh, who had a puzzled look on her face, listened to me and looked down at the little life in her bosom with a mysterious look on her face.

“Nineveh, are you okay?”

“Otherwise, I would have gone to someone else. How many programmers are here.”

“Hey, hey. Nineveh is good…”

Strangely pouting her lips and trying hard not to laugh, Nineve finally smiled brightly. It’s the exact opposite of how I didn’t like this place before.

She smiles brightly and flawlessly, just like the fairy she met for the first time.

I was moved by the pure affection of a newly born frog.

“Dragon! Nineveh is good! Ehehehehe! Nineveh is good! hehehe!”