Chapter 39 Team Fights: Kill the Backline First

Samantha's roar echoed through the hemlock hills, shaking the rock walls and causing dust to fall.

Including the initial right wing joint, its body was riddled with poisoned crossbow bolts. The bluish toxins spread throughout its body, and combined with the necromancy curse, weakness, numbness, and sluggishness constantly overwhelmed it.

The alchemy workshop was long gone and was now in ruins.

Boiling black oil spilled onto the ground, melting the sand and gravel into a glassy charred crust. The hemlock trunk was covered with claw marks, and the bark was scorched by the residual flames of the dragon's breath.

Samantha's tail swept across the rock platform, sending pebbles flying like hailstones that clattered onto the warrior's armor.

The necromancer's ghostly skeletons attacked again, this time aiming for Samantha's eyes.

Samantha dodged to the side, but the blond warrior seized the opportunity to rush forward, his greatsword slashing fiercely at the old wound on its forelimb, splashing dragon blood that gleamed a vivid red under the moonlight.

"You lowly insects!"

Samantha yelled.

The excruciating pain only fueled the ferocity within the red dragon's bloodline. Samantha suddenly stood upright, her hind legs propelling her several meters into the air as she slammed her entire weight into the blond warrior.

Unfortunately, its movements were neither standard nor fast enough.

Its power was less than one-tenth of Garus's.

The blonde warrior easily dodged Samantha's attack with a roll.

Samantha paid the price for this mistake.

The spellcaster's binding incantation took the opportunity to fall and imprint itself on Samantha's back.

It felt as if it had suddenly carried a mountain on its back, its claws digging deep into the rock, and for a moment it was unable to support its body.

The grappling hook came hurtling through the air, its tip wedged between Samantha's dragon scales, while the other side was wrapped around the thick hemlock trunk by the wanderer.

Divine punishment!

The white-robed priest raised his hand high and then pressed it down, and a bolt of holy energy, like lightning, struck Samantha, tearing her skin open and sending up a burnt smell and blue smoke.

This holy attack deals double the hostile damage to dragons.

Samantha grimaced in pain, her whole body trembling violently.

The adventurers' attacks came like a storm, wave after wave, making it difficult for the red dragon to defend itself.

The blond warrior simultaneously raised his greatsword high, the runes on the blade shining brightly, and slashed towards Samantha's hind leg.

This fierce attack wasn't aimed at Samantha's neck or other vital areas. Previously, the adventurers' attacks were rarely aimed directly at killing, for a simple reason: they wanted to capture the red dragon alive.

A live baby dragon.

Its value is several times that of a dead baby dragon.

Thinking of the immense wealth to come, all five of them couldn't help but smile.

However.

Just as the sword was about to strike, the sky above suddenly darkened.

It wasn't that clouds were obscuring the moon, but rather that some creature was blocking the light of the stars and moon, casting shadows on the ground that enveloped the dragons and humans who were fighting.

Samantha's tense dragon face immediately relaxed, and she smiled.

“You vile insects, now you are all dead.”

It said.

The tense expressions shifted to the adventurers' faces, and their smiles froze and vanished.

Everyone heard that sound.

—It was like a thunderstorm rolling along the ground, or like steel being torn apart.

That was the roar of dragon wings tearing through the air, a deathly declaration of immense pressure, formed by the airflow being ripped apart by the feather-like scales on Garros's wing membrane as he swooped down at top speed.

"A dragon! There's another dragon! Everyone be careful! Harvin, quickly cast an anti-air spell!"

The blond warrior roared and looked up to meet the crimson iron dragon's eyes, which were deeper than the night. A strong wind blew in his face, making his hair dance wildly.

The spellcaster skillfully constructed an anti-air spell.

This spell directly locks onto the target and is guaranteed to hit. The young dragon's magic resistance cannot be exempted, and once the magical energy on its wings is dispelled, its flight will be severely affected, causing it to lose its balance.

Just like when we dealt with Samantha.

Intricate incantations appeared directly on Garus's wings.

However, to the adventurers' surprise, the young dragon, whose body was incredibly strong, seemed unaffected. With its enormous, disproportionately large wings flapping, it flew over at incredible speed with remarkable agility.

The moment the black and red dragon shadow swept across the treetops, dense branches snapped off at the roots, and countless leaves rustled and danced wildly.

There was no time to think about why this happened.

Faced with the dragon hurtling towards him like a meteorite, the golden-haired warrior, as before, hurriedly rolled away from his spot to dodge its attack from the sky.

At the same time, the black and red dragon shadow tilted to its right wing, demonstrating unparalleled agility.

It changed direction and instead of chasing the blond warrior, it suddenly appeared on the spellcaster's head.

A shadow enveloped his body.

The caster felt a tightness in their chest, and under the immense pressure, they almost forgot to breathe.

At the critical moment, the necklace around his neck suddenly lit up, activating a protective spell.

Shield!

A semi-transparent yellow shield enveloped the caster, protecting him inside.

Crash! With a dull, thunderous sound, the shield shattered like an eggshell under Garros's claws. The caster's eyes were filled with despair as his vision was completely obscured and filled by the dragon's claws.

The ground suddenly shook violently, dust was swept up and spread by the shockwave, and fragments of rock shot out in all directions.

When the dust was blown away by the dragon's wings, a deep, sunken pit was revealed.

Galos swayed, shaking off the rubble and dust, and leaped out of the pit.

The body embedded in the crack at the bottom of the pit was so decayed that its gender and race were indistinguishable, and it had become one with the soil.

Until this point.

Gazing at the red-hot iron dragon with scales as if cast from steel, the attackers finally realized what had happened and their nerves were on edge.

The young dragon's attack was too swift and explosive, completely exceeding their expectations, and instantly eliminated the spellcaster in their team.

And now that I think about it...

Its initial attack on the warriors was actually a feint; its target was very clear: the core spellcaster of the team, who was caught off guard and killed in one fell swoop.

Spellcasters are not as good as blonde warriors in direct combat.

But he is more important and crucial, and Samantha's frustration is mainly due to him.

On the other side, the blond warrior who had rolled in vain stood up, his face extremely solemn.

He raised his head slightly, took a deep breath, and the magic stone embedded in the chest of his armor began to shine, along with all the runes around him.

The blonde warrior gained greater strength, speed, reflexes, and defense.

The price is a precious magic stone.

"Dragon, prepare to die!"

The blond warrior roared, grabbed his door-sized greatsword, and charged toward Garos.

Galos tensed his limbs, grinned at the blond warrior, then shattered the ground, dodging an alchemical crossbow bolt, and pounced on the white-robed priest.

It's about team play.

Kill the mage first, then kill the healer.

Let this brave warrior live a little longer and be saved for last.

(End of this chapter)