A faint magic circle was drawn around Mazdari’s staff, and Vasen Lak Orazen realized that the magic circle had been inscribed onto the staff.

In a cold tone, Mazdari began to recite words and phrases that Vasen couldn’t understand, and the dead bodies underneath the Dragon’s feet began to change.

The dragon slightly tilted its head at the end of its long neck.

-What is this...?

Mazdari struck his staff on the ground again, and at the next moment, the dead bodies all exploded at once.

Boom!

The flesh, blood, fat, and bones of each body turned into bullets and poured down toward the Dragon.

‘They’re like thorns.’

The bodies froze in their exploded state, resembling blades shooting out from the ground. However, these blades were red, yellow, or white, and much of them were a grayish brown color, which was the color of Rakshasa skin. Vasen could even identify the skin torn off of a Rakshasa’s face.

‘But what about the Dragon?’

Vasen hadn’t seen the Dragon move, so he assumed that the Dragon had been entangled in the blades that formed from the dead bodies. And with the twenty blades rising at the same time and obscuring Vasen’s...