Chapter 142 The Wrath of Heaven, Pursuit and Escape
The firelight and thick smoke behind them were gradually blurred by the torrential rain.
Galos and the other dragons were soaring among the clouds high in the sky, having escaped danger.
Samantha's scales were bulging, filled with celestial gems, and a blue light shimmered through the gaps in the scales, reflecting on the red dragon's excited vertical pupils.
"Look at these gems!"
Samantha's voice almost drowned out the sound of the rain. She spread her dragon wings, did a somersault in the air, and proudly took out a gem, waving her spoils around.
"Each one is enough for us to exchange for a lot of gold!"
Iron Dragon Sorog glanced at the red dragon, whose iron-gray scales were still stained with the warehouse guards' blood.
"Only a fool would exchange a magic gem for gold."
As it spoke, it wagged its tail.
The iron dragon's tail was wrapped around a huge, uncut piece of celestial stone ore, as big as an adult human head, with wind-elemental magic patterns flowing across its surface.
"The purity is good, but the cutting technique is too rough."
It tapped the surface of the gemstone with its paw critically: "These people have no idea how to handle real treasures."
Galos flew at the forefront, with half a crossbow bolt still stuck in its black and red scales. Rain washed over the arrow shaft, bringing with it strands of dragon blood, which were quickly evaporated into mist by the high temperature.
Click!
He snapped the arrow shaft with his claws, bared his teeth, and pulled out the barbed arrowhead, leaving a bloody hole in his body. Galos had many such wounds, large and small, all over his body.
A regular army equipped with weapons of war is far superior to the private armies of nobles of the past.
Those ballistae were extremely powerful, fast, and accurate, and the alchemical golems were of exceptionally high quality, making them impossible to destroy with just one or two hits.
Galos activated his Frenzy state prematurely while creating chaos.
However, he still inevitably got hit by some shots amidst the intense attacks.
The magic-like skill that hardened his body was quickly broken, and his scales could not completely withstand the fierce attacks from the heavy crossbow and the demon golem, leaving obvious marks on his scales. They were not serious injuries, but they were not minor injuries either.
Fortunately, it was Galus.
If it were any other ordinary young dragon...
The heavy crossbows here can pierce through its body, and the consequences are far more serious than simply being pierced into flesh.
There are also things like the anti-flying pillars.
It couldn't completely disable Garus's ability to fly, but it did make his body suddenly feel heavier, though Garus's wings were so powerful that he could still bear it.
If it were Sorog or Samantha, they would have already plummeted straight to the ground, which is why he destroyed the anti-flying pillar immediately; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to steal anything later.
Even when facing a regular legion, we cannot be careless and must take it seriously.
Galos thought to himself silently.
This raid on the mine's stronghold was not only to make up for lost time before leaving, but also to test the strength of a regular army.
During the young dragon stage.
Regardless of size, he always avoided such encampments.
The young Galos, despite bearing some injuries, is able to emerge unscathed from intense head-on conflicts.
He has truly grown a lot.
"This harvest is more than expected." Red Iron Dragon turned to look at his two companions: "Samantha, stop showing off and tighten your scales, or the gems will fall."
The red dragon reluctantly clenched its scales, concealing the blue light within.
Sorog also retracted his dragon tail, tightly gripping the largest Heavenly Gem, and said, "If a spellcaster skilled in array formations could intervene, this gem could serve as the core to create a powerful barrier."
Galos nodded slightly, then narrowed his dragon eyes and looked back at the distant horizon.
The location of the mine could be vaguely seen through the rain.
Although he couldn't see clearly, Galos was certain that the garrison there had already reported the emergency of being attacked and looted, and was probably calling for reinforcements.
"They won't let this go."
Galos's deep voice was particularly clear in the rain: "We must be extra careful in the next few days to avoid being hunted down."
Samantha curled her lip in disdain: "Let them chase after me! I'll make them taste the dragon's breath."
Tie Long glanced at her: "Foolish. If it were a professional dragon-slaying team, your little flames wouldn't even be able to burn through their magic shields."
Just as the red dragon was about to retort, Garus suddenly raised his claw to signal for silence.
The dragons' keen hearing had already picked up the thunderous roar of engines coming from afar.
The sound did not originate from the mine's location, but rather from a section of Lorthern Federation territory to the east.
Galos felt a chill run down his spine and turned to look eastward.
As the engine noise gradually became more pronounced, the clouds were torn apart, revealing the pair of metal wings with a wingspan of over forty meters. They were made of three thousand two hundred quenched steel feathers, each edge of which was engraved with wind-breaking and levitation runes.
The alchemical golem, codenamed "Wrath of the Heavens," soared at breakneck speed, chasing after the young dragon.
The steel body, standing 19.8 meters tall at the shoulder, tore through the wind, rain, and air, creating a suffocating roar.
Its head is designed in a streamlined shape like a falcon, with a ghostly blue light dancing in its eye sockets. As the hydraulic rods in its neck extend and retract, the pupils on its metal visor simultaneously lock onto the three young dragons.
The Principality of Raymond's garrison, which had been attacked and robbed, requested assistance from the nearest federal garrison to deploy this high-energy golem.
For the young dragons, fighting is not a good option, as there may be other golems and powerful beings pursuing them, and they cannot afford to get bogged down.
"Let's split up and act separately."
Galos, his expression solemn, gave a brief order: "Assemble at Quenching Heights."
Both Iron Dragon and Red Dragon knew the situation was dire and responded with action.
Samantha turned south first, her red scales leaving a vivid trail in the rain, while Sorog silently disappeared into the clouds, his iron-gray figure quickly blending into the dark clouds.
Galos, estimating the speed of the Wrath of Heaven, took a deep breath.
The icy rain and howling wind rushed into the lungs from the throat of the red iron dragon.
Garus turned and unleashed a breath of electric fire, the dazzling breath piercing through the wind and rain, shooting towards the wrath of the heavens.
All the runes on the steel feather lit up.
The heavy, massive steel body drew a nimble arc through the air, dodging the dragon's breath, then blue flames surged from its back, accelerating as it smashed through the rain curtain, locked onto Garros, and pursued him in a straight line.
It determined that Galos was of a higher rank and prioritized hunting it.
Garos didn't rush to accelerate. He fought with Wrath of the Heavens for a while. When the distance between them gradually closed and the other two young dragons had already moved away in different directions, he grinned, squeezed the black oil can out of his storage stomach, chewed it up and swallowed it. He then licked a mouthful of fairy scale powder taken from the inner layer of his scales.
The silver wing tips instantly spewed out thick, surging, dark red flames, like adding fuel to a fire.
High spirits!
He simultaneously activated his high-spirited state, with golden lightning crackling around his body.
boom!
With a flap of its wings, the Red Iron Dragon instantly broke the sound barrier, unleashing a ring of air waves that radiated outwards, leaving a long, crimson-gold tail trail behind it.
In an instant, he rushed seven or eight hundred meters away, smashing through the rain and creating a blank path.
A futile pursuit fueled by divine wrath.
It is a sky-type battle golem with a flight module and a decent speed, but it pales in comparison to Galos, which is traveling at supersonic speeds.
Strength and defense are even secondary.
Galos's speed and mobility are his greatest strengths and advantages.
Even creatures below the legendary level, even those of much higher rank, would find it difficult to keep up with his speed unless they were also naturally exceptionally skilled at flying and speed.
A few minutes later.
The Wrath of Heaven could only be seen as a faint glimmer of light, which gradually disappeared into the thick, deep curtain of rain.
It got lost.
And in the clouds in the distant sky.
The golden lightning on Garus's body gradually subsided, and he breathed heavily, his wings trembling with each flap.
He looked back at the pursuers who had long since disappeared into the horizon, his dragon heart still pounding violently in his chest.
It wasn't out of fear, but some indescribable tremor.
(End of this chapter)
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