Chapter 182 You also have a second stage?

He raised his hand and gazed at the red iron dragon descending from the sky, its flames swaying behind it like clouds hanging from the heavens.

Barr's pupils constricted.

He had been constantly on guard against Red Iron Dragon, and since he hadn't used his full strength in the previous battle, he reacted immediately.

In terms of size, Baal is over eight meters tall at the shoulder, his body is like an iron tower, and his muscles seem to be about to burst through his skin. He is tall and strong, and his appearance is no less impressive than that of the Red Iron Dragon, whose tail takes up much of its body length. He even looks more enormous, like a bull-headed giant.

But even so.

Faced with the terrifying impact of the red-hot iron dragon, which has accumulated a massive amount of kinetic energy, it would be the most foolish choice to try to withstand it head-on.

In the moment of danger, Baal raised his right hoof and stomped the ground. As a large area of ​​the ground cracked and shattered, he shot out.

collapse!

The ground trembled violently.

The shockwave, carrying waves of earth and rubble, swept across the battlefield, burying and scattering numerous units from both sides. The terrifying force brought the entire battlefield to a standstill for a moment.

Suddenly, the pervasive dust was torn apart.

With a flap of its wings, the red iron dragon skimmed along the ground and charged toward Baal, who was standing at the other end.

This time, Baal did not retreat, but instead stepped forward.

Three obsidian peaks suddenly rose from the ground, like the fangs of a giant abyss beast piercing towards the red iron dragon.

Galos's body shifted half an inch, its wing blades grazing the edge of the stone peak, severing the rock pillar in half. Amidst the flying debris, the dragon's claws tore towards Baal's throat.

clang!

Chieftain Bloodhoof lowered his head, his horn colliding with the dragon's claws. Sparks rained down, and the rock beneath Baal's feet collapsed with a deafening roar. Using the force, Baal leaned back, a cluster of dark flames igniting on his left hoof, which he used like a battle axe to slash at the dragon's belly.

However, it missed.

Dark red flames surged behind the Red Iron Dragon's wings. After its attack on the Bloodhoof Chieftain, it did not linger in battle and immediately took to the air.

"Cowardly lizard, are you only brave enough to stay in the sky?"

Chieftain Bloodhoof uttered a deep, resonant voice.

"Come down and fight me!"

He pounded his chest and roared.

Galos doesn't like to talk much during battle.

He remained unmoved by the Bloodhoof Chieftain's provocation, coldly locking onto him, circling and gathering momentum, before charging at the Bloodhoof Chieftain once again with unstoppable force.

Baal temporarily avoided the confrontation, ready to retreat at any moment, and did not confront the Red Iron Dragon's impact from the sky head-on.

As he was about to land, Garros stopped his pointless crashes to the ground. He flapped his wings, using up most of his kinetic energy to change direction and swooped down almost touching the ground. His wings spread out like guillotines as he approached Chieftain Bloodhoof, slicing several bloodthirsty minotaurs who charged at him in half along the way.

The moment of approaching.

Galos suddenly turned around, his dragon wings swirling, slashing towards Chief Bloodhoof like a giant blade.

Baal retreated several steps to avoid the repeated attacks from the dragon's wings. Just as he was about to retaliate, the dragon's thick tail lashed out from the air.

The red iron dragon instantly transformed into a terrifying weapon of war.

His wings and dragon tail were extremely dangerous weapons. His pair of sharp claws swung with lightning speed and ruthless, tricky angles, launching a continuous barrage of attacks that swept over Bloodhoof Chieftain like a storm. Although they did not strike any vital organs, they left dense bloodstains on his body.

Barr is not weak.

Realizing that the Red Iron Dragon's offensive was swift and that simply retreating would only result in being continuously attacked, they realized that...

He decisively stopped retreating and switched to offense instead of defense.

The iron-like fists slammed into the red iron dragon's body with surging power and high-frequency vibrations that could penetrate the dragon's scales and flesh, causing damage to its internal organs. Even the double dragon scales could not completely block it.

However, Galus sometimes engaged Baal in close combat, and at other times soared through the air at incredible speed, making his attacks unpredictable.

His mobility surpasses that of the Tauren Chieftain, so he is rarely hit by its attacks, and even when he is hit, it is usually harmless unless it is a vital area.

boom!

Chieftain Bloodhoof slammed his fist into Garoth's shoulder.

The scales shattered instantly, and flames, carrying fragments of scales and sharp thorns, licked at Baal's body, leaving charred marks and scale fragments and thorns embedded in his flesh.

Even if Bloodhoof Chieftain's attack hits him, the Red Iron Dragon can still inflict damage on him.

Moreover, Garos's attacks were extremely fierce and swift, with claws, wings, and a dragon tail. Bloodhoof Chieftain had more than one deep, bone-revealing wound.

I slightly turned to the side, narrowly avoiding the dragon's tail lash, but the tip of its tail grazed my chest, leaving a bloody gash.

Baal's eyes flashed with ferocity as he reached out and grabbed the red iron dragon's tail, attempting to lift it up and slam it down.

However, as soon as he grasped it, a sharp tearing pain shot through his palm.

The scales on Garros's tail were like blades, tearing through the flesh of Baal's hands, leaving them bleeding profusely and completely impossible to grasp.

The capture attempt failed.

Garros turned around, his dragon wings swatting a minotaur warrior who was trying to come to the chieftain's aid to his death. His claws alternated between left and right, striking Baal repeatedly, forcing his towering body to retreat. Finally, Garros used his dragon horns to lift Baal into the air, pressing him against his chest.

Then he unleashed another burst of fiery dragon breath.

Baal's body was propelled into the sky by the magma-like flames, arcing through the air before crashing heavily to the ground. His skin was almost completely charred, and his life force had diminished considerably.

"Did I overestimate him?"

Red Iron Dragon narrowed his eyes and fell on Baal, who was now a charred corpse.

Both are equally adept at close combat.

In intense close-quarters combat, without any fancy skills, it's immediately clear who is stronger and who is weaker. Unless the two sides are evenly matched, the stronger one can always quickly subdue the weaker one.

Let's review the previous battles.

Although Baal's attack was also very threatening, and the accompanying penetrating shock caused him internal organ cramps, it did not pose a real danger.

His counterattack shattered nearly 80% of Galos's exploding scales and broke many of his thorns.

But that's all.

Bazelgeuse is just one layer of defense for Garoth, and his thorns can regenerate.

Aside from some physical exertion and the depletion of his Scales, Garus's actual injuries are not serious.

“Something’s not right. The other leaders of the Bloodhoof Clan aren’t reacting much to the chief’s situation.”

Garros noticed the reactions of the other minotaurs, who were still fiercely fighting the Iron Legion, their morale undiminished. This was clearly abnormal; a severely wounded leader should have broken the will of most warriors.

"Regardless, kill him completely first."

Galos took another deep breath and exhaled scorching flames, intending to turn Baal to ashes.

Baal, whose body was covered in charred remains, suddenly moved with great speed, dodging the dragon's breath attack.

Click, click.

Suddenly, Bal's charred body cracked like pottery, and countless scarlet fleshy buds sprouted from beneath the charred skin, like thousands of venomous snakes intertwining and weaving a new pitch-black skin in the blink of an eye.

Whew! Whew! Whew!

Molten blood flowed from the cracks in Baal's skin, instantly igniting and turning into surging, dark demonic flames. His body swelled up again, his muscles bulging layer by layer, and his skin turned a metallic color like black iron.

final.

A monster, over ten meters tall and seemingly emerging from the abyss, appeared before Garus, emanating a palpable sense of danger, a feeling entirely different from before.

"His demonic bloodline is activated; this is his true power."

"But is ordinary demonic blood reversion really that strong? This guy is a bit abnormal."

Garros rose into the air, his eyes lowered as he gazed at the Bloodhoof Chieftain, who resembled a monster from the abyss.

Standing on the ground, his dark eyes fixed on the red iron dragon, Baal's voice was deep and resonant, like a boulder rolling down a mountain peak, as he said in a deep voice, "I acknowledge your strength for forcing me into a state of boiling demonic blood."

He said, "Now, let's really begin."

"I will snap your neck and use your life to build a ladder to greater heights."

Having entered the second phase, Baal felt the surging power within him and was full of confidence.

He let out a low growl, his face contorted in pain, and his body hunched slightly.

The scapula suddenly pierced the back muscle, and the white bone fragments grew and extended at a visible speed, eventually transforming into bat-shaped demonic wings with a wingspan of over twenty meters.

Immediately afterwards.

Baal flapped his magical wings, stirring up a whirlwind, and in an instant left the battlefield, soaring into the sky to attack the Red Iron Dragon.

On the ground, the Iron Legion and the Bloodhoof forces were still locked in fierce combat, while the Bloodhoof Chieftain and the Red Iron Dragon were engaged in a fierce battle in the higher air.

I originally wanted to finish writing the battle story in one go, but some things came up back home, so I had to stop here. Sorry.

(End of this chapter)