“Keuk!”

Velkre swung his arm as fast as he could, but Juan dodged Velkre’s attack with ease.

Velkre clicked his tongue and took a glance at his broken arm. Thick black blood dripped through the dragon scales along with a cracking sound. Before anyone knew it, Velkre’s broken arm was returning to its original form.

“Is your arm recovering itself? No, no. There’s no way the Dragon Lord was generous enough to place such a beneficial effect on an armor made for humans,” Juan said with a smile.

Velkre bit his lips. Juan was right—Velkre’s arm was returning to its form, but only in appearance. It was being forced to return to its original shape by the armor. However, his bones were still broken and his flesh was crushed like porridge. Despite all this, the power of the armor allowed Velkre to move freely, regardless of his injuries.

“How does it feel to be a disposable tool for the Dragon Lord?” Juan derided.

“I have already dedicated and devoted my body to His Majesty anyway. It’s not a big deal that my body is being used as His Majesty’s broken blade with this hideous snake skin on it until my life is consumed completely.”

“Ah. So it’s the emperor’s will, huh? That’s funny. I thought I just heard the Dragon Lord’s curse. Didn’t you hear it with me?” Juan smiled while stroking his chin.

Velkre's face quickly hardened. It was true that Velkre had also heard the Dragon Lord’s curse....