With the exception of the cockpit back cover, which was left behind, the Forge Mocenturion still maintained its functional integrity. While the masked man and the Majin were in a fight, I sneaked back to the mech, squeezed back into the asbestos-filled cockpit to reactivate it. The dragon's flesh was completely dissolved after my soul was devoured by me, and the harpoon that had been inserted in the dragon's body was retracted into the launcher, and now nothing could stop me.

I've never worked with Kasaimer's team to figure out how to fight a humanoid with a Forge Mocenturion, but that doesn't mean I'm in a situation where I don't know what to do. Well, all that's left is to unbridle-free spewing of hot air in the direction of the enemy.

Compared to the dragon, the size of the Centurion is not much cheaper, but to the two tiny humanoid creatures in front of me, the mech I am piloting is an unstoppable behemoth. The two of them turned their heads together to look at the Centurion of the Forge Mo who had broken into the battlefield, and the two of them responded with superheated steam that had been prepared for a long time. Adjusting the direction of the exhaust pipe nozzles, I decisively pressed the start button to the end, and the air flow blew the unprepared two people into the air like a typhoon, and then the thick fog quickly filled and obscured every corner of the battlefield.

After all the superheated steam was exhausted, I turned on the fan to blow the fog off the field. A charred corpse lay lifeless on the ground not far away, with an intact malachite mask lying quietly beside it. The dragon sacrifice in the malachite mask has fallen to its death, and it should be unlikely that it will stand up and continue to threaten my life.

As for the Majin Maharaja, I didn't want to include it in the attack range, but he was too entangled with the Masked Man, and the attack range of the steam was too large to control, so I had to lie down with the gun.

Fortunately, the Demon Lord is not a native of this world. As a Didra attribute being that clashes with the Nene plane, he is ostracized here, and if he wants to exist here, he must rely on his strength to maintain it. In other words, the high-temperature steam will first destroy the force used to maintain his existence before it can steam him, and his body has been dispelled back into the plane of annihilation by Nain's laws before it can be destroyed, and I will be able to summon him again in the future after charging the staff.

I jumped out of the cockpit and walked over to the charred corpse, picked up the malachite mask, and took a closer look. At first, I attacked the Masked Man with the Flame Breath Dragon's Roar, but the Masked Man didn't take any damage. This is a strange scene, the ghouls themselves are afraid of fire, and the Iron Masked Mage who met in the north of Ruichi last time will die under the flames of the Red Eagle, and the Flame Breath Dragon Roar that I just finished making up is theoretically impossible to do at all, unless there is some foreign object that interferes with the process.

I guess it's probably because of this mask. After wearing a Malachite Mask, the wearer may develop a strong resistance to fire magic and even all kinds of destruction magic. However, the mask doesn't seem to be able to do much about the indirect combustion caused by superheated steam that doesn't contain mana.

If that's what I expected, the mask is pretty useful. A malachite mask that can bless the magic resistance of the destruction system, and a wooden mask left by Uncle Musk that can travel through time and space, so that each mask has its own peculiar effect. What was the purpose of the iron masks that were seized before? Unfortunately, when Red Eagle was fighting against the Iron Mage, the Iron Mask didn't seem to have any intuitive effect.

In just one month, I have three pairs of masks, and it seems that there are many more such masks, and if I collect all of them, it will definitely be of great help to me. Unfortunately, it seems that only one mask can be worn at a time, after all, each person only has one face.

……

Casimmer's team and the mercenaries of the Silverblood family are long overdue. By the time they had arrived in the direction where the dragon had dragged the Forge Mocenturion to the point where he had disappeared, the battle was long over, and all they could see was a charred wreck on the ground, a pile of tattered keels, and a largely intact Forge Mocenturion.

"Why are there only bones left?"

I stood peacefully in front of him, so instead of shouting at me too much, Casemir asked him what he cared about. I'm sure it's not convenient for me to make my Dragonborn identity public, so it's best to find a suitable reason to come out. Then put everything on the masked man on the ground, who is dead anyway.

“…… This guy might be a follower of King Didra, huh...... It should be Namira, and I remember that Namira had the power to make all living things decay. It ran out of the tomb and threw something that looked like mushrooms on the dragon's corpse, which was soon reduced to a pile of bones. It tried to do the same thing to me, but you saw it......"

Seeing that Kasimer was lost in thought as he stared at the dragon's skeleton, I continued to ask him, "Why don't we go inside this underground city of Gunaod?" ”

"What's so nice about the Nord barbarians, drive the Forge Mocenturion back and call it a day." (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for getting up early and asking for your life! Thank you for your support for the tribal bear!