Unfortunately for Snogg, he had already wasted his stamina and magic.
Now that William had fully assessed his abilities, the dragon's sudden desire to flee was simply too late.
The more Snogg used fire magic, the more William coveted him.
Even though his flames had no effect on William, against slower enemies who weren't immune to fire, Snogg could easily reduce them to ashes in an instant.
Capturing a fire-breathing dragon was far more valuable than seizing a dozen Thunderbirds.
At this point, Snogg was exhausted.
He noticed that William had only been dodging and had never retaliated once.
A sudden thought occurred to him—
"Could this human be all speed and defense, but completely useless in offense?"
The moment that thought crossed his mind, Snogg's fear disappeared.
Instead, he landed arrogantly back onto the mountain ridge, panting slightly but still mocking,
"Damn monkey, all you can do is run?"
"Monkey?"
William's brows furrowed.
How long had it been since someone dared to call him a monkey?
The last time a London street kid insulted him like that, he had beaten him so badly that the boy ran away every time he saw him afterward.
Snogg had just made a grave mistake.
William's eyes turned cold as he raised his hand.
His red cape began to shift.
Within seconds, it morphed into a giant two-meter-long warhammer, its head as wide as a round table.
Electricity crackled across its surface.
To Snogg, however, the warhammer looked ridiculously small compared to his massive frame.
The dragon didn't feel threatened at all—instead, he became greedier.
He desired whatever magical artifact this was, especially since it could change shape at will.
But in the next moment, he learned just how wrong he was.
William gripped the golden, lightning-wrapped warhammer, testing its weight with a few practice swings.
Satisfied, he smirked at the still-gloating Snogg and said,
"You really shouldn't have said that."
In an instant, William vanished.
Before Snogg could react, he reappeared right next to the dragon's head.
He swung the warhammer with 70% of his full strength—
BOOM!
The colossal, forty-meter-long dragon staggered backward.
His head snapped violently to the side, his legs tangling over each other as he collapsed onto the ground.
For a moment, Snogg lay there dazed, struggling to comprehend what had just happened.
But William wasn't about to give him time to think.
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
Within seconds, William rained down over a dozen consecutive hammer strikes—all landing on the exact same spot on Snogg's forehead.
"AARRRGGHHH!!!"
Snogg screamed in agony.
The repeated blows to his skull made him feel like his brain was rattling inside his head.
He thrashed violently, but no matter how he tried to move, the next hammer strike always landed in the same place.
With each hit, his pain and dizziness multiplied.
Yet despite the relentless assault, his skull remained unbroken.
William marveled at the dragon's endurance.
Even after being hammered this many times, Snogg only had surface wounds and bleeding—his bones remained intact.
"Tough bastard, huh?"
With a grin, William increased the voltage in his warhammer.
From then on, every strike carried a powerful electric shock, paralyzing Snogg while continuing to inflict massive physical damage.
"AARGGHHH! STOP! STOOOP!!!"
Snogg's agonized screams shook the mountains.
All the nearby magical creatures trembled in fear.
Some of them had initially been watching the fight in secret.
Now, they were all fleeing in terror.
—
Meanwhile, at the waterfall, Bell had been whispering to King Kong, trying to convince him to break open the cave so she could escape.
But just as she was starting to believe William might lose,
Snogg's miserable, earth-shaking cries rang out through the valley.
King Kong shuddered.
The Thunderbirds, who had been struggling against their bindings, immediately gave up and lay flat on the ground, pretending to be dead.
Bell, on the other hand, collapsed in despair.
She cowered in the corner of the cave, eyes blank, whispering to herself,
"Impossible… Impossible…! There's no way a human could defeat the Fire Dragon, Snogg…!"
"Kristin, hurry… Hurry and save Bell! I'll never run off alone again… This world is just too dangerous!"
—
Hearing her desperate plea, William grinned inside his helmet.
Kristin, huh?
So there was someone else involved in this.
He paused his beating for a moment.
With a simple thought, the magic sealing Bell's cave flickered weakly.
Inside, Bell noticed the shift.
At first, she hesitated—was this a trick?
But then she realized something.
"Wait… Maybe that human was injured!"
"Yes! That must be it!"
After all, there was no way his previously unbreakable magic would suddenly weaken unless he was seriously hurt.
Encouraged by the thought, she dropped to her knees and began praying fervently,
"Oh, Great Magic God, please grant Lord Snogg victory over this wicked human!"
—
"...Excuse me?"
William—who was watching her through his helmet's display—felt his eye twitch.
Wicked?
This tiny gremlin thought he was more evil than a forty-meter-long, fire-breathing, flying death machine?!
His mood soured instantly.
He needed a punching bag.
And what better choice than Snogg?
—
But this time, he didn't aim for the dragon's skull.
Instead, he targeted…
"Squishier spots."
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
Snogg howled in fresh agony.
For the first time, he wished William would just go back to hitting his head instead.
Meanwhile, at the cave, Bell's desperate prayers intensified.
But the more she prayed, the harder William swung—
And the louder Snogg screamed.
At last, Snogg realized the horrifying truth.
He was experiencing the same fate he had inflicted upon countless creatures before him.
He had always been the one tormenting others.
But now, he was the victim.
"I… I have to escape!"
But every time he tried to gather energy for a spell, the warhammer slammed into him again, keeping him completely incapacitated.
Even worse—his magic energy was draining away!
Snogg's panic reached its peak.
Realizing his magic was being absorbed, he abandoned all pride.
It didn't matter if it hurt like hell.
He had to get back to his volcano.
Flapping his wings, he ignored the pain and launched himself into the air.
But at that very moment—
William appeared above him, gripping his now-glowing warhammer.
The hammer crackled with electricity, illuminating the entire sky.
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