Chapter 67 He streaked across the sky like a crimson meteor (Please subscribe!)

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the sky into a flowing, molten painting; the setting sun, like a pierced wound, seeped thick, viscous light from the horizon.

Bathed in the afterglow that resembled blood and flames, every black iron-like dragon scale on Garos's body reflected a dangerous light.

With a flap of his wings, sparks flew as his fine scales rubbed against each other. His body stood straight, piercing through the clouds and skies, hurtling towards Crescent Valley, towards the cliffside serpent dragon's lair, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath cutting through the deepening twilight.

Whenever I feel danger.

Whenever I feel my life is threatened.

Galos could never suppress his boiling killing intent and wanted to eliminate the source of this danger.

This is not due to the influence of dragon blood.

As far as Galos knew, few dragons thought like him. The vast majority of dragons, due to their natural arrogance and conceit, believed that they could overcome all dangers, that the world should grovel under their wings, and that they were indestructible, thus having little sense of crisis.

Galos analyzed it carefully.

He eventually realized...

It's highly likely that because he had once died by sheer luck and experienced the despair, fear, regret, and resentment he felt before his death, he cherished this dragon life all the more and hoped to live a long life. Therefore, he sincerely wanted to nip any risks and factors that might affect his survival in the bud.

This seems a bit suspicious.

She has some paranoia.

This could also be considered a flaw in Galus's character.

Just as he couldn't manage to consume two magic gems in a row, when faced with a life-threatening risk, he found it difficult to suppress his murderous intent and wanted to eliminate the threat by any means necessary. If the gap between them was too large and it was impossible to succeed, he would choose to make a strategic retreat and go to a safe place.

However, for now...

His personality 'flaws' actually have some advantages for him.

In this situation, it becomes somewhat unclear whether it is a flaw or an advantage.

But in any case, the Cliffside Serpent Dragon must be dealt with.

Galos dislikes a life of constant wandering. He has just settled down in the Conifer Valley. Is he going to have to move again because of the hidden threat from the Cliff Serpent Dragon?

This serpent dragon isn't that strong yet.

Galos did not want to relocate, nor did he want to be ambushed by the Cliff Serpent Dragon, whose enemy was in the dark while his own was in the light.

Given this, resolving it in advance is the best approach.

"A reckless fight with it might result in me being poisoned and seriously injured."

"Think about the next battle strategy, and try to take down this cliff serpent dragon with the least possible cost."

Hong Tielong took a deep breath of the cool night air, his eyes gleaming.

The murderous intent surging in his chest didn't make him lose his temper; instead, it made him even calmer.

With a flap of its wings, it formed wisps of starlight, trailing firefly-like paths in the twilight. As time passed, Garus drew ever closer to Crescent Valley.

Crescent Valley.

As night deepened, the moonlight, calm as water, spilled down from the sky.

The valley was also peaceful.

But beneath the calm surface, undercurrents were surging.

The young and strong warriors of the Howling Moon Clan, including the Giant Wolf Knights, Howling Werewolves, and Werewolf Archers, were patrolling the territory as usual, fully armed. However, if one looked closely from the air, it could be vaguely seen that their positions formed an encirclement, ready to break through the barriers and launch a fierce attack on an open area in the center of the territory at any time.

Besides that.

An elderly werewolf and a werewolf cub.

The old, weak, sick, and disabled members of the Howling Moon Clan had all been moved outside the valley at some point and had not remained in the territory.

All the young and strong men, while on their normal patrols, had muscles taut beneath their fur, and their expressions were occasionally tense, but these were quickly replaced by resolute determination.

Greymane werewolves are inherently ferocious, but they value blood ties and their clansmen.

They were prepared to die in battle for the future of their clan.

"Elder, everything is ready."

Russell, the werewolf chieftain, lowered his voice, which was both excited and nervous.

The old shaman nodded and said solemnly, "Remember, we must wait until Rogers walks into the magic circle I set up, activate the circle to bind him, wait for my instructions, and then we can attack together. Only in this way can we minimize the clan's casualties."

Upon hearing the word "casualties," Russell's expression became much more somber.

He gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist and said, "I've given all the orders."

"When you blow the bone whistle a second time, all the warriors of the Howling Moon Clan will rush forward and kill it!"

After careful consideration and discussion.

The shaman and the chief decided to eliminate the Cliff Serpent Dragon instead of relocating to their territory.

The wilderness is fraught with danger, and relocating to a new territory is no easy task.

Leaving their familiar surroundings and venturing into unfamiliar lands to rebuild their lives is a perilous process; it would be a miracle if half of their clans survived.

Either way, there will be huge casualties.

We might as well fight the cliff serpent dragon!

The warriors of the Howling Moon Clan will not fear battle!

call out--

The sound of the bone whistle rang out for the first time.

The old shaman stood in the middle of the open space, where fresh game was laid out.

Upon hearing the sound of the bone whistle, the cliff serpent dragon crawled out of the cave, then slithered its long body down in front of the old shaman. Without any politeness, it opened its blood-red maw and bit into one of its prey, tearing it apart cruelly.

The Cliff Serpent Dragon injects a potent venom into its prey to enhance the sensation of pain while feeding.

The prey let out a piercing scream as its skin and flesh were torn away by its fine, sharp teeth in a slow, agonizing manner.

The bloodshed of the process made even the old shaman frown slightly.

At the same time, it noticed the tail of the Cliffside Serpent Dragon.

Flesh buds have grown from the previously broken area, resembling the nascent form of its tail. Given the regenerative speed of dragons, it is estimated that it will be fully regenerated in just a few days.

The old shaman initially wanted to seek out the dragon that had injured the Cliff Serpent Dragon and cooperate with it.

However, it had no idea where it came from or where it was.

Without a channel for communication, the idea of ​​relying on its power became a pipe dream. So they finally made up their minds to gather the strength of the clan and eliminate the cliff snake dragon.

Eating continued.

The cliffside serpent gradually approached the center of the open space.

Unseen underground, a pre-arranged magic circle can be activated at any time.

A hint of tension flashed across the old shaman's wolf-like face. Then, taking advantage of the cliff serpent dragon's focus on the food, he took a deep breath and prepared to blow the bone whistle to activate the magic circle.

Whoosh—!

The air was compressed into a sharp whistling sound, which came from afar and approached.

Wait, I haven't blown the whistle yet.

The old shaman opened his eyes wide in confusion. Before he could activate the magic circle, he saw the cliff serpent dragon suddenly straighten its upper body, slapping its tail on the ground, its face full of rage, its blood-red dragon eyes filled with ferocity, staring intently at the night sky.

Including the old shaman.

The many werewolves looked up at the night sky, then simultaneously gasped for breath.

A crimson meteor streaked down from the clouds.

No, it wasn't a red shooting star.

Instead, it was a giant dragon resembling a crimson shooting star.

Its size may not be considered gigantic at present, but the imposing presence and sense of oppression it exudes make it the only image that comes to mind for every werewolf the moment they see it.

—A dragon, a mighty dragon!

Galos tore through the night and charged straight toward the cliffside serpent dragon.

His speed had increased dramatically, and his dragon wings were now flying, sending out a dense shower of sparks that looked like countless sparks flowing across the surface. The sharp whistling sound produced by the friction between his feathers and scales and the air was like thousands of swords being drawn from their sheaths at the same time.

The sound started as a high-frequency metallic vibration, and gradually evolved into a continuous rumble like muffled thunder as the altitude decreased.

The cliff serpent dragon's head, which had just been raised, was forced down by the sonic waves, and its forked tail tip involuntarily curled up. Faced with Garos's unstoppable and overwhelming dragon might, it felt a little fear.

But this initial fear was quickly replaced by the ferocity and madness inherent in the cliffside serpent dragon.

hiss--!

It let out a hissing sound, and hot air hissed out from under its scales. It then accelerated and took off into the air.

(End of this chapter)