The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352: Chapter 352 : Alicia von crestvale (3)

Vrakkas had been appointed as the leader of the dragon legion assigned to conquer the human territory—a target that, for some reason, sat at the very top of Dragon King Zarvok’s priority list.

His job wasn’t to question.

Only to obey.

And this mission was his chance.

He had finally been chosen as the commander of the raid to crush the human empire.

The orders were simple:

Kill the king of the humans and bring back his head.

Enslave the remaining humans.

And most importantly, escort their so‑called hero back to the Dragon King with respect.

On paper, it should have been a simple campaign.

A stepping stone to climb in rank, a chance to earn a lower world of his own as a reward if he executed the mission flawlessly.

But now everything was falling apart before his eyes.

Because a single human girl was ripping through the dragon legion—creatures that had never lost a war until today.

For the first time in centuries, Vrakkas felt his body shaking as his gaze met a pair of sapphire‑green eyes.

"What the hell is she..." he muttered.

[ A few moments ago ]

Vrakkas’s laughter had echoed across the battlefield as he drew a massive war hammer wreathed in solar flames.

"All units!" he roared. "Dragon‑kin forms! Tear those two women apart!"

Dragons shifted around him, bodies shrinking into humanoid figures with wings, claws, and burning eyes.

"I will burn you all to ashes!" Vrakkas shouted. His skin turned crimson, scorching heat rolling off him in waves as he charged forward, blazing like a falling sun. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Alicia moved.

Her figure blurred with incomprehensible speed.

She slipped past his first hammer strike so smoothly that Vrakkas’s eyes went wide with shock. Before he could recover, her sword flashed.

Her first strike shattered the scales on his chest and sent his body flying for hundreds of meters. He crashed through the air, coughing blood.

The surrounding dragons lunged at her.

Her battle intent surged.

It wasn’t just killing intent—it was a primal, savage force that shook the air itself.

Her hair elongated, flowing behind her in a snow‑white cascade, writhing as if alive, infused with the same wild power raging through her veins.

Her body strained, every cell doing everything it could to increase her power, as if preparing for some catastrophic release.

The ground quaked as her grip tightened around her sword’s hilt.

For one heartbeat, the world paused.

Deafening silence.

Then she moved, uttering a single phrase.

"Transcendent Stride."

The same footwork Reynard had once taught her.

A streak of red burst forward, the ground beneath her exploding into shards of stone and dust.

Her speed was beyond anything human.

She became a crimson blur tearing through the sky like a raging beast.

The wind howled in her wake. In seconds, she reached the upper air, a white silhouette cutting across the sun.

Her glowing eyes locked onto the dragons still hammering the barrier.

Her bloodlust erupted.

It poured over the battlefield like a suffocating fog. Humans and dragons alike froze for a fraction of a second, their instincts screaming.

No hesitation.

No warning.

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