Precious (Boukenger) - Three Headed Dragon of Darkness

Three Headed Dragon of Darkness

The Three Headed Dragon of Darkness (闇の三ッ首竜, Yami no Mikkubiryū?) is a tuning fork-shaped Precious that can gather and manifest the darkness from the universe when used correctly, as well as use the darkness with a certain soul grant them immense power. This was a Precious highly sought by Yaiba who intended to place the Earth in an age of darkness. However, to Yaiba's dismay, the dragon chooses someone whose darkness is compatible with it. Ryuuwon attempted to obtain the Three Headed Dragon, but it chose Masumi as its master as Yaiba hoped. From there, Yaiba lured Masumi to the dark side and built a barrier around them so he can summon the darkness through Masumi. Though it was too late, the Boukengers stopped the darkness while Masumi defeated Yaiba and left the Precious for the others to take.

  • Appears in: Tasks 45-46
  • Hazard Level: 750

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