Chapter 162 - Gungnir: The Herald Of War  

Breaking the barrier of sound, Michael flew towards the rampaging dragon with his golden lance clutched tight. His eyes, brewing with rage from the incident back in the emperor's domain, were ready to see the dragon's head served on a platter. But as he flew even closer, he noticed the scorched scales and the lava seeping out from the dragon's skin, and that was when he realized that the dragon was exactly whom he'd feared it to be.

 

"Roselia?" He muttered, his eyes wide open in shock.

 

The sudden revelation made him break the spell that allowed him to travel through the air. So despite falling down to the earth, his eyes were fixed on the dragoness wreaking havoc all over the already ruined city.

 

The moment he hit the ground, Michael shook his head to think more clearly about the situation. However, throwing him off further, a clash of monster screeches began echoing behind him in the forest.