Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

The strange group of royals and nobles and some commoners moved tightly. Since no one was useless the fight became easy and they thought they could actually have a chance against these unholy creatures.

But no, fate had another plan for them. When they were in the center plaza, where the main attractions of the carnival were held, a defeating roar pierced through the city.

"What the hell is that?!" Marcus asked, widening his eyes.

"People are one thing but animals, we can't possibly think about defending against something rabid and feral," Aurelia said, feeling a strange coolness on her body.

"Well, whatever it is we need to pass through that road," Celeste said, pointing at a street that was blocked by the monster. "We can't go back nor can we stay here. The only way we can even have a chance of defeating this nightmare is by reaching the Judicial building."

She was right. Everyone knew it. But whatever that roar belong to, it was more terrifying than anything they had faced before.

"Alright, everyone. Stay close and don't wander off. Don't even look behind you. We need to keep moving," Lumiere said, trying her best to calm everyone.

"Dani," Laila looked at her friend with fear in her eyes. She didn't like this at all.

"Don't worry," Dani said, squeezing her friend's shoulder. "We are the best people the kingdoms can provide and if we don't survive this, then no one can."

Though the words were meant for Laila, everyone understood the implication. They couldn't die here. They wouldn't let these nightmares take away their lives. Not after everything they had been through.

With determination etched onto their features, they kept moving through the streets, trying to cross the roads and just get past this nightmare.

Celeste lead the group, and as the best one, she assumed the position. And none of them and least of all she questioned it. They all knew this was the best option they could take.

As they cautiously advanced through the streets, their hearts pounded with both fear and determination. The atmosphere was heavy with tension, each step accompanied by the sounds of their own racing breaths. The city seemed eerily silent as if even the undead were holding their breath in anticipation.

Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet began to tremble. Another bone-chilling roar reverberated through the air, causing their hearts to skip a beat. The group froze, their eyes widening with a mixture of dread and disbelief.

A monstrous shadow loomed ahead, blocking their path. The sight before them was almost too horrifying to comprehend—a colossal undead wyvern. Its scales were tarnished and decaying, its wings torn and tattered. Its fiery blue eyes burned with an unholy intensity

It roared again, its eyes set on the group.

"We're fucked!" Marcus cursed, tightening his hand around his sword.

Laila nocked an arrow on her now, her hands trembling.

This was the first time anyone in the group was seeing something like this.

"I thought they were mythical creatures! Majestic!" Aurelia said, her eyes widened in excitement as she gazed upon the mighty wyvern.

"Majestic, my ass, princess," Celeste cursed. "That thing is going to eat us and shat us if we don't move now."

Her words spurred the group into action, and they raced toward the nearest wall, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement.

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Just as they moved, a huge fireball erupted from the wyvern's maw.

The impact of the blast caused the ground to erupt, sending waves of debris and dust through the air.

The explosion threw everyone off their feet, knocking them off balance.

But by someone's grace, they weren't injured.

"Then was undead and I thought I'd seen it all but now this...when is this going to end," Marcus screamed as he scrambled on his legs.

As they struggled to regain their footing, the group frantically scrambled for cover behind the nearby ruins of a collapsed building. Their faces were streaked with dirt and sweat, their expressions a mix of fear and determination.

"Is everyone alright?" Dani shouted her voice barely audible over the roaring flames and crumbling debris.

Aurelia coughed, her eyes watering from the smoke. "I think so... just a few scratches."

Nevil brushed off some dirt from his clothes, his eyes fixed on the monstrous wyvern. "That thing's no ordinary beast... it's a force of nature."

Lumiere, her voice filled with urgency, rallied the group. "We can't stay here. We need to find a way to bring down that wyvern before it brings us down!"

Celeste, her gaze unwavering, stepped forward. "I have an idea. Laila, Marcus, take aim at its wings. We need to ground that thing."

Laila nodded, her hands steadying on her bow. "On it, Celeste."

Marcus adjusted his grip on his sword, his eyes locked on the wyvern's massive form. "You heard her, let's bring that beast down!"

With renewed determination, they burst out from behind cover, launching a coordinated assault on the wyvern. Laila and Marcus fired arrows and hurled spells, targeting the wyvern's wings in an attempt to disable its flight.

Aurelia conjured gusts of wind, aiming to disrupt the creature's balance, while Nevil and Lumiere coordinated their attacks, striking at vulnerable spots with precise strikes.

Their efforts were met with fierce resistance. The wyvern thrashed and lunged, its claws slashing through the air. Fire erupted from its jaws, scorching the ground and forcing the group to constantly dodge and weave.

But they refused to yield. They fought with every ounce of strength they had, their determination fueling their attacks. The air crackled with magic and the clash of weapons as they relentlessly pressed on.

Dani, her eyes blazing with determination, channeled her inner strength and unleashed a powerful strike. Her sword glowed with an ethereal light as she aimed for the wyvern's heart, seeking to deliver a decisive blow.

But they were just acting like a distraction, the real attraction was the strongest one of their group. The finance of the ice princess, Derick.

When the Wyvern was busy dealing with the pests, something jumped high in the air. The bright full moon illuminated his form as he jumped over the wyvern. He looked like a god who had descended from the heavens and the night had grown cold again. Only, a god of wolf.

Derick was in his complete werewolf form. His face was filled with determination and anger as he landed fist-first on the overgrown lizard's head.