Suddenly, the dragon turned. Considering that it had to turn around its gigantic body while flicking its tail, it was an attack that should’ve created many openings. Yet, the dragon’s explosive speed completely erased all openings and added enormous power on top of it. As a result, Wekser couldn’t even think about blocking the attack—instead, he stared blankly at the dragon’s tail looming in front of him.

‘I’m going to die.’ His head became blank. It rang with the thought of needing to escape, but his body didn’t move. All of a sudden, Wesker felt a shadow jump in front of him.

Baaam! An explosive sound pierced his ears. The ground shook as if there was an earthquake. Dust clouds bloomed, shrouding his vision, and specks of debris tackled his body. Wesker didn’t know what was happening, but one thing was certain.

‘I-I’m alive!’ He felt all his strength leave his body. He had dropped his sword without noticing, and his hands felt empty. However, the relief that he felt from surviving made him unconcerned that he had done something that should’ve been shameful for a knight.

After a wave of relief washed over him, Wesker became curious. How was he alive? Whoosh! The wind rose...