Chapter 147 Evil Dragon, Say Goodbye to My Demon-Slaying Slash!
The arena is surrounded by a series of upward-reaching circular steps, with a blood-red wall at the very top, about a hundred meters above the ground.
"It can create such an independent space and forcibly pull me in."
"It is truly a powerful alchemical tool."
Within the crimson barrier, a stone slab can be vaguely seen, which is the very body of the gladiator array plate.
Galos suddenly raised its head, opened its dragon mouth, and spewed out a molten lava-like dragon breath, rushing straight towards the core of the blood-red barrier, attempting to break the array plate and shatter this space.
However, the crimson barrier, struck by the blazing dragon's breath, visibly dented and rippled.
It was like cotton that had been hit by a heavy punch; there was no sign of it being torn or broken.
Galos had a feeling that if he continued to use Dragon Breath, he could eventually melt away the barrier, damage the array plate, and break through this space.
But the problem now is that he's not the only dragon in the arena; there are also dragon hunters eyeing him covetously on the other side.
The dragon hunters did not attack Garos directly, and even allowed him to destroy the barrier.
Galos only tried it once before stopping.
They couldn't destroy it in a short time, and it would only waste their physical and magical energy. It would only give the hunters more opportunities. They watched coldly without stopping Garros, thinking that they would exhaust themselves.
This is troublesome.
Galos thought to himself.
He knew that alchemy was highly advanced on the planet Bernardo, so it wouldn't be surprising to find all sorts of alchemical tools, but this gladiator array plate still took him by surprise.
"You're smart; you know to try breaking the array first."
"But unfortunately, you don't have the power to destroy it, and neither does anyone else here."
The sorcerer said quietly, "This array plate was custom-made at great expense. It is an exquisite replica of a legendary item, even more precious than a whole adult dragon. Using it on you is actually a bit of a waste."
Ordinary hunters know that they need to sharpen their spears and prepare their tools before hunting.
The Gladiator's Array Plate was an item that this dragon-hunting team acquired at the cost of almost half of their savings. It was incredibly powerful and could only be used three times. The first time they used it, they hunted down an adult black dragon, and this was their second use.
If the viscount hadn't offered them a generous reward, they would never have used this opportunity to hunt the young dragon.
As for the legendary genuine article it imitates.
Besides its basic functions, this replica can continuously extract attributes from the selected target to amplify itself, achieving a zero-sum effect. Moreover, after killing the target, it can permanently gain one point of the target's attributes, making it a truly legendary item.
"Evil dragon! This will be your grave!"
A person who looked familiar to Garos stepped out of the Dragon Hunting Group.
He wore armor embroidered with thorn patterns, carried a greatsword, had a cold and hard expression, and his eyes were filled with deep-seated hatred.
Galos looked at the man and, through his somewhat familiar facial features, the patterns on his armor, and his venomous, hateful eyes, immediately recognized him.
—Viscount Ironthorn.
Instead of staying in the southern Federation territory, he sold his property to recruit a dragon-hunting team and personally chased the dragons into the wilderness.
This surprised Galos, and then a murderous intent welled up in his heart.
If you don't nip the problem in the bud, the current situation will become the consequence.
Who could predict what price a person with deep-seated hatred would pay for revenge? However, given the circumstances at the time, it was indeed difficult to eliminate Viscount Ironthorn, who was far away in the Federation.
As for now.
He personally came to Garos, giving Garos the opportunity to eliminate him completely.
"I underestimated your determination."
"You dared to pursue them into the wilderness; you're quite something."
Galos's gaze was deep, then he suddenly grinned and changed the subject, saying, "However, your son's fawning and begging manner resembled that of a dog-headed man. He knelt before me, begging for my forgiveness for his stupidity and offense, but I ruthlessly refused and then killed him like a crushed insect."
Verbal battles are sometimes necessary.
This can enrage the enemy, causing them to lose control of their emotions, thus giving you an advantage.
The viscount's face was ashen. He took deep breaths, but he still couldn't suppress his raging anger and hatred. He couldn't help but want to rush towards Garros, but was held down by a large hand.
"Looting! Slaughter!"
"Evil dragon! You have committed an unforgivable sin!"
A deep, solemn voice, like thunder, rang out from the paladin's mouth.
Galos recalled the description of paladins in the legacy: they always stood on the side of 'justice,' and their strength would decline when their resolve to fight evil wavered.
You're wrong.
He stared at the paladin and said, “This viscount plunders under the guise of paying taxes, while you, under the pretext of hunting, slaughter creatures that live peacefully in the wilderness and regard intelligent beings as beasts.”
"Looting, slaughtering, ha! If I am guilty, you are equally guilty."
The paladin paused for a moment.
Then, his gaze swept over Garos's fierce and menacing face, and he shouted, "You born evil hybrid dragon, don't try to argue, go and talk to my Demon-Slaying Slash!"
He stepped forward and swung the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword through the air.
Evil-Slaying Slash!
A crescent-shaped sword light, fifteen meters wide, burst forth, whistling as it tore through the air, and swept directly toward Garos's neck.
Galus crouched low, his muscles taut and clenched, his body having already shifted sideways, stopping at a slight angle on the stands. His claws gripped the steps, shattering them, and stones fell in a rustling sound.
He was struck by the Demon-Slaying Slash in place, creating a deep rift.
"Sure enough, when I encounter this kind of person, just one glance at me will make him see me as a dragon that must be defeated."
"I no longer need to restrain myself."
Red Iron Dragon stared at the dragon hunters, its eyes narrowing into vertical pupils, cold and ruthless, revealing a fierce glint.
This space left him with no way to retreat or escape; he had to face the battle head-on.
Since things have come to this, let's fight.
There's no need to consider the consequences, no need to consider the risks, no need to be cautious anymore.
He had only one thought at that moment.
—Kill all these enemies!
Garus spread his wings, dark red flames surging behind them, and as the spellcaster chanted, more than a dozen shadowy chains shot out from the void in all directions, wrapping around his body.
call!
Wings flapping.
The red iron dragon soared into the air, trying to gain altitude first and then pass through the shadowy chains.
The Shadow Chains were incredibly fast, and several still managed to wrap around Garros's hind legs. Although they snapped in an instant due to his strength, they still managed to momentarily stun him.
That's the stagnation.
More attacks followed.
"The King of Battle, Wanqi!"
"The invincible Tempest!"
"May the great God of War grant us the sharpness to vanquish the enemy!"
The war priest, a burly man with a shiny bald head and a sword and shield emblem tattooed on his face, raised his sword high. A beam of light pierced through the blood-red barrier of the battle space, descending from the sky and coating the weapons of all his teammates.
"The King of Battle, Wanqi!"
"The invincible Tempest!"
"May the great God of War grant us strong protection!"
He raised his silver shield high again, and another beam of light descended, directly covering the bodies of all his teammates.
Beside the war cleric.
The beast hunter, specializing in exploiting the weaknesses of large creatures, is a lean man.
He took the initiative, drawing a large bow almost as long as himself, his fingers resting on the bowstring. As the runes on the bow shone, a radiant arrow naturally materialized.
His arms created afterimages, as if a dozen arms had grown out at once, rapidly pulling back the bowstring and unleashing a dense rain of arrows.
The arrows rained down in dense bursts, each one angled with extreme precision, aimed at the young dragon's eyes, the gaps in its scales, the junctions between its wings and torso, and a large number of arrows were used for anticipation and blockade.
Galos did not make any significant moves.
He simply raised his claws and gently flapped his dragon wings to dodge or shatter the arrows aimed at his weak points.
As for the other arrows, they landed directly on his strong and broad body.
The clanging of metal against metal was incessant, sparks flew from the Red Iron Dragon's body, and its normally blackish-gray scales quickly turned red, like glowing charcoal.
(End of this chapter)
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