Chapter 69 Galus Dragon Bomber (Please Subscribe)

Garus's gaze was fixed on the Cliff Serpent Dragon. Just as it was about to leave, Garus opened its mouth and unleashed a lightning-fire dragon breath that was extremely fast and had a long range, forcing it to react.

The electric fire dragon breath streaked across the night sky, shooting towards the cliffside serpent dragon.

It narrowly escaped the dragon's breath attack by twisting its body dramatically. However, the wound that had just stopped bleeding reopened, causing waves of tearing pain.

I'm going to devour you alive!

The cliff-dwelling serpent roared and flew towards Garros, but Garros spread its wings and retreated again.

Although his body was covered in poisonous blood, which had made his dragon wings numb and sluggish, it was not enough to make Garos lose his mobility. Moreover, given the injuries to the Cliff Serpent Dragon, it was even more sluggish and still could not catch up with Garos.

For a moment, the Cliff Serpent Dragon had no idea what Garos was planning to do.

It hissed angrily a few times, then swooped down, its long body skimming the ground as it glided through the hills covered with a thick layer of ancient trees, like a nimble snake. Wherever it passed, other lower-level creatures were startled and scattered in large numbers.

There are many obstacles on the ground, which can confuse the field of vision.

The Cliff Serpent Dragon realized that its maneuverability in aerial combat was inferior to that of Galos, so it landed on the ground.

The image of the serpentine dragon slithering across the ground was reflected in the dragon's eyes. Garus folded his wings and swooped down to give chase.

The cliff serpent dragon stared at Garos's figure sweeping across the night sky, its long tongue protruding from its mouth. It coiled its body, ready to attack at any moment, and thick poisonous mist rose from its body, causing the surrounding trees to wither and fall off their branches and leaves.

However.

When Galus was still a hundred meters above the ground, he suddenly flew parallel to the ground at high speed and did not dive down again.

One by one, dragon scales, now branded red from friction with the air and enhanced by magical energy, burst forth from his body like a torrential rain, falling in large numbers towards the cliffside serpent dragon.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

Huge fireballs appeared on the ground, and billowing heat waves carrying thick smoke rose into the air. This carpet bombing, which had a wider range than dragon breath, made it impossible for the cliff serpent dragon to avoid them all, no matter how agile it was. It fled in panic, but was eventually engulfed by the flames.

The ground was blasted into scorched craters and plowed into furrows.

When the cliff-dwelling serpent dragon broke free of the flames, it rolled over to extinguish the remaining flames on its body, revealing a disheveled appearance.

The flames left large, charred marks on its body.

The shockwave from the explosion ripped some of its dragon scales off.

Sharp, remaining scales were stuck in its body.

"hiss----"

The cliffside serpent dragon hissed angrily and raised its head.

But before Garus could even appear, a rain of dragon scales rained down on it.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

The broken scales pierced the cliff-side serpent dragon, blooming into bloody flowers, before the flames from the explosion engulfed it once more.

With its wings spread wide, Garus soared and circled rapidly in the air. The scales on its body heated up due to the high-speed friction, making crackling sounds, like a red-hot iron being immersed in cold water, occasionally scattering sparks with a hissing sound.

These dragon scales are almost at their limit; one more glance and they seem about to explode.

They were flung out in dense numbers by Garus and fell towards the cliffside serpent dragon.

Landing on the ground was definitely a mistake. The Cliff Serpent Dragon was bombarded by Garos, who was like a bomber, with its Exploding Scales. It was so suppressed that it could not lift its head. When it tried to take off again, it was always met with dense Exploding Scales or dragon breath, which suppressed it and blasted it back to the ground.

If it were the peak period.

The cliff-dwelling serpent dragon can also maneuver around using its explosive speed.

However, it was injured by Galos beforehand, and after a period of fierce fighting, it is now unable to escape.

This was also the battle strategy that Garos had planned in advance on his way to Crescent Valley.

First, launch a fierce offensive to injure the cliffside serpent dragon in one wave, never lingering in battle. Then, while the poison is not yet severe, switch to ranged attacks, retreating when the enemy advances and advancing when the enemy retreats, and striking when the enemy is exhausted.

The ground cracked and collapsed, and the ancient trees burned fiercely like torches.

Even with the vigorous life force of dragons, they could not withstand such a barrage of attacks, and the aura of the cliff serpent dragon gradually weakened.

As a fire-type dragon, it has high resistance to fire damage, but the main damage of Bazelgeuse is not fire damage, but the shock wave during the explosion, as well as the scale fragments mixed in, such as shrapnel.

Galos swept across the night sky once more, his body shuddering.

Only a few scattered dragon scales flew out, landing on the ground and exploding into flames.

Turning his head, Garus realized that he had almost used up all of his Blast Scales; the saturation bombardment had taken a toll.

Only when all the unassuming bulging scales fall off does the Red Iron Dragon's true scales become visible.

Each silvery, matte dragon scale shimmered in the moonlight, resembling the finest obsidian or cast from steel, possessing an indestructible metallic texture. Dark red veins crisscrossed its surface, like lava flowing across its body.

Strong and mighty, exuding the aura of a dragon.

It could be said that Galos has only now revealed his health bar.

But the Cliffside Serpent Dragon was nearing its end.

A black and red dragon shadow hung high in the night sky.

Its enormous wingspan blocked out the moonlight, casting shadows that enveloped the cliffside serpent dragon.

At this moment, the cliff serpent dragon's scales were blown to pieces, its skin was torn open, and the poison emanating from its body had reached its most concentrated and intense level, leaving it on the verge of death.

He stared at Galus with resentment and hatred.

The cliff-dwelling serpent swayed, its raised upper body crashing to the ground, and it lost consciousness.

He's probably not dead yet, just unconscious.

Take it away? Find a way to imprison it, prevent it from committing suicide, and continuously increase my poison resistance?

Galos narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to spit out a ball of electric fire dragon breath at the cliff serpent dragon.

Whoosh—the dying cliff serpent dragon suddenly opened its blood-red eyes, twisted its slender body to dodge the dragon breath, and then stared intently at Garos, letting out an angry hiss.

It attempted to feign death to lure Galos closer, then launch a fierce counterattack when its poison was at its most potent.

However, Galos didn't fall for it and finished off the enemy from a distance.

Like a final burst of energy before death, the Cliff Serpent Dragon, already severely injured, unleashed a burst of power, propelling itself towards Garos. However, just as it reached mid-air, it suddenly turned and fled towards Crescent Valley.

"Didn't the legend say that if a serpent dragon is seriously injured and desperate, it will commit suicide by casting a curse?"

"Its will to survive is stronger than I imagined."

"Is it because I haven't pushed it to its limit yet? Or is it due to individual differences?"

Galos thought to himself that it was more likely due to individual differences.

The knowledge passed down is mainly based on the inherent impressions of an entire group. When it comes to the individual, it is not so accurate and cannot be completely trusted.

Galos pursued the cliff serpent dragon at a leisurely pace.

He wasn't in a hurry to get close and kill it, prioritizing safety. He used ranged attacks like Dragon Breath and Silver Frost Ring to make the Cliff Serpent Dragon increasingly tired and its condition gradually deteriorate.

The two pursued each other while fleeing.

Because they hadn't gone far during their previous fight, the Cliff Serpent Dragon quickly descended into Crescent Valley, dragging its heavily injured body.

At this moment, the werewolves of the Howling Moon Clan were gathered together, ready for battle. Some of them had their eyes on the cliffside serpent dragon, while others looked up at the sky and noticed the black and red dragon shadow that was rapidly approaching.

It landed in front of the old shaman.

The cliff-dwelling serpent roared, "Stop it! Kill it! It is my enemy!"

The one they were talking about was undoubtedly Galus.

Meanwhile, Garus had arrived at Crescent Valley and was hovering above it.

"What exactly is the relationship between these werewolves and the cliff serpent dragons?"

Galos thought to himself and decided to rely on his aerial advantage to wear down the Cliff Serpent Dragon with ranged attacks, since the werewolf couldn't fly and wouldn't pose much of a threat to him.

But to Galos's surprise...

He saw that as the cliff serpent dragon twisted its body, seeking the old shaman's help, the old shaman suddenly radiated white light, transforming into a gigantic wolf spirit phantom, which slapped the cliff serpent dragon's head with a claw.

The damage wasn't high, but it still stunned the Cliff Serpent Dragon for a moment.

(End of this chapter)