Chapter 148 Exhilarating, Bloodbath, the Third Stage of Garos Turns the Tide! (Two Chapters Combined)
Galos's gaze locked onto the spellcaster.
The next second, braving the rain of arrows, he flapped his dragon wings and charged towards the sorcerer like a cannonball.
At the same time.
Paladin Leo bent his knees slightly, shattered the ground, leaped high into the air, and uttered a vow of enmity.
"I swear by the honor and glory of the paladins! I will surely annihilate the evil dragon before me!"
This is not just empty talk, but a skill belonging to the vengeful paladin.
By making an oath to an enemy, vowing to annihilate a visible creature, one will gain an advantage in the next minute in terms of both offense and defense, as well as in terms of resistance and lethality assessments.
Dark magic!
Facing the formidable and powerful red iron dragon, the experienced spellcaster showed no fear and methodically constructed his second spell, a drop of tar as a medium evaporating from his palm.
Galos's vision went black.
It was as if his eyes were blinded by darkness, his naked-eye vision was obscured.
He could only judge the paladin's location and the angle of his strike by sensing sounds, air currents, and other factors.
The dragon claw swept across, but there was no sense of impact because the paladin's position could not be accurately determined, and the attack missed.
The paladin leaped over the young dragon's claws.
A blinding light burst forth from the Dragon Slayer Greatsword, all concentrated on its blade, as it slashed towards Garos's neck.
Evil-Slaying Slash!
Sensing the danger, Garus swung its wings and dodged to the side, using the thickest cluster of thorns on its left shoulder to take the blow head-on with its exploding scales.
collapse!
The scales exploded at a red temperature, unleashing a powerful shockwave and flames.
Caught off guard, the paladin was blasted away, and Galos was left with a bleeding sword wound on his shoulder.
Bazelgeuse's defense against sharpness is slightly weaker, and it did not completely defend against this attack.
Almost at the same time.
A petite and delicate female assassin dressed in tight black clothes appeared on the young dragon's body in an unknown way. She twirled a dagger between her fingers, the dark blade spitting out shadow energy, and silently stabbed towards the back of the young dragon's neck.
Galos narrowed his eyes and focused his mind.
The dagger stopped abruptly three inches from the back of his neck.
The red iron dragon's spikes suddenly rose up like blades, piercing the protective aura cast by the war priest.
As more thorns erupted, the assassin flashed away, not daring to use his small frame to withstand the priest's blessing, and vanished into the shadows.
At the same time, Galos's vision returned to bright.
The Dark spell, which was supposed to last for three minutes, only lasted a few seconds due to Garoth's weakened resistance.
After circling briefly, Galos, with a clear objective, charged at the sorcerer once more.
The dragon hunters naturally wouldn't let him succeed.
The paladin stepped forward, raising his greatsword high, the blade emitting a blinding light.
"die!"
He let out a low shout, and the sword light swept across like a crescent moon, heading straight for Galos's throat.
Galos dodged to the side, his dragon arm meeting the sword's edge. The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing and the roar of exploding scales echoed throughout the arena.
The paladin was prepared this time and withstood the impact of the explosion, but he was no match for the power from the Garus dragon's arm. He was slammed into the surrounding steps, landing amidst rubble and cracks.
The sorcerer's low chanting rang out at that moment.
Six enormous, dark purple hands shot out from the void, grabbing and gripping Galos's wings, pulling him toward the ground.
They couldn't completely restrain Galos. They had barely grasped Galos's wings when they were stretched taut, and the cracks kept spreading, as if they were about to collapse.
But the Dragon Hunting Team consists of more than one person.
The beast hunter's arrows pierced the air.
This time, they were no longer energy arrows, but solid adamantite magic arrows, moving with lightning speed.
The arrow's tail dragged the steel cable, precisely embedding itself in Galus's wing membrane.
The other end of the steel cable was held by the berserker. His muscular arms exerted force, and dense blood patterns rose on his skin as he pulled on the chain, forcing Galos to drop sharply in altitude.
The potion expert seized the opportunity and threw out a bottle of potion.
The bottle smashed against him, splattering the viscous liquid all over the young dragon, which quickly solidified into a strange gel-like substance, further restricting his movements.
They looked at the dragon hunters who were eyeing them menacingly on the ground.
Galos's eyes flashed as he changed his battle strategy.
The arena has limited space, and it's difficult to accumulate a strong attack even when flying into the air. Moreover, they are still within the attack range of these people. The tacit cooperation between the dragon hunters can actually restrain and wear him down.
"If you want me to fall to the ground, then so be it."
The young dragon landed on the ground, its tail whipping the berserker several meters away, while simultaneously pulling out the adamantite magic arrow with its claws.
"It's landed! Don't give it a chance to catch its breath!"
The sorcerer's eyes lit up.
As Garus descended to the ground, the Dragon Hunting Group launched its fiercest attack in an instant.
The paladin closed in again, slashing with his greatsword. Garus raised his claws to block the blow, the blade colliding with the scales, sparks flying.
Leo's sword strikes were heavy, each blow carrying the fury of revenge. The Blood Rage Berserker was equally formidable, gripping his metal battle axe tightly and launching a frenzied attack on Garos. The War Priest also joined the siege, alternating between his holy shield and battle sword, demonstrating his mastery of melee combat techniques.
Galos's counterattack was equally fierce, using his Blast Scales to withstand most of the damage.
His dragon claws tore, his fangs bit, and his dragon wings slashed, forcing the paladins, berserkers, and war priests to be on high alert and not to be careless.
The shadow assassins would occasionally appear and launch vicious sneak attacks on Galos's genitals, back of the head, eyes, and other areas.
far away.
The beast hunters' arrows rained down relentlessly, each aimed at joints and old wounds, while the potion expert smashed vials of potions on the ground, the various gases mixing together to form an invisible poison gas specifically designed to target dragons.
The chanting of the sorcerer was incessant.
He continuously constructed various control spells, causing Garos immense trouble.
Viscount Ironthorn and the Dragon Hunter were not teammates and lacked coordination. He resisted the urge to join the encirclement and killed them, and mainly stayed by the side of the Spellcaster.
The dragon hunters had promised him that once they had severely wounded the young dragon, he could deliver the final blow.
At that moment, the war priest raised his silver shield, and the holy symbol on the shield suddenly lit up, slamming into the young dragon from the side.
boom!
Flames surged, and the shockwave from the explosion overturned the rubble of the arena, filling the air with smoke and dust.
The paladin seized the opportunity to charge forward, slashing horizontally with his greatsword. Garos dodged to the side, the blade grazing his shoulder blade, causing his scales to explode and the shockwave to knock Leo back.
However, this attack also depleted the last of Garoth's Blast Scales on his shoulder.
More accurately, it was the last of his scales bursting open.
In the heat of battle, Garos was surrounded and overwhelmed by the dragon hunters. His blasted scales were quickly worn away, revealing a black and red scale armor with some knife, axe and arrow marks on it.
The dragon hunters were also surprised by Garos's sturdiness and strength.
The ordinary young dragon is now a corpse.
This hybrid dragon is indeed extraordinary, with an unbelievably strong body, even more powerful than the adult black dragons we hunted before. However, being young, it doesn't possess many magical skills.
Moreover, the strange scales on his body had been destroyed, and he was nearing his end.
"The poisonous dragon should be taking effect by now! Seize the opportunity to deal it a heavy blow!"
At that moment, the potion expert let out a shout.
Galos also felt a tingling sensation in his body, his mouth and nose were dry, and his vision was a little blurry.
However, apart from that, there were not many other reactions, and the impact on him was limited.
"It's an extra resistance I developed through adapting and evolving the venom of the Cliff Serpent Dragon, which weakens the effect of the mixed poison."
Galos did not lose his rational thinking despite being surrounded and attacked.
He was unusually calm at that moment and figured out the reason in an instant.
His eyes flickered slightly, and then his steps began to falter, his attacks and counterattacks becoming much slower.
The three dragon hunters, skilled in close combat, seized the opportunity and launched a fierce and relentless attack, leaving wounds on the young dragon's body.
Bloodrage Berserker is the most reckless.
Seeing that the young dragon had become sluggish, its threat greatly diminished.
He leaped directly onto Garus's back, and his battle axe slashed fiercely at his back.
In that very instant.
"We've been tricked!"
A dangerous smile curled at the corner of Galos's mouth.
He let the berserker pierce through his scales, and the moment the axe blade touched his flesh, he contracted his muscles to clamp the weapon.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
At the same time, a rousing voice rang out, and dense, dazzling golden lightning emerged from Garos's body, coiling around him like flowing mane, making him look majestic and powerful, completely erasing his previous defeat.
Stimulated by lightning.
His muscles swelled and contracted, tightening like steel wires. Galos's body swelled up, and the electric arcs jumping around his body fell on the berserker, causing him to feel numbness and burning pain, and his body spasmed and convulsed.
The berserker first tried to pull out his weapon, but when he found he couldn't, he tried to run away.
But it was too late.
The red iron dragon revealed its ferocious nature, raising its head and roaring. Its wings, like guillotines, suddenly spun wildly, forcing back the paladin and war priest. Then it flipped over and pinned the berserker to the ground, its dragon claws gripping his upper body.
"Crawler! Die!"
Galos let out a low growl.
Claws of Flames!
Flames erupted from what looked like iron-cast dragon claws, mixing with golden lightning to form fiery thunder that instantly pierced through the berserker's layers of protection, crushing his body into minced meat.
The sudden change in the situation caused the dragon hunters' pupils to contract.
They never expected that this young dragon would be so cunning and powerful, targeting not sorcerers, beast hunters, or potion experts, but rather the hard-to-kill berserker.
At this moment, Garos was covered in golden lightning, and his attributes increased dramatically. Even when facing attacks from multiple directions at the same time, he was not at a disadvantage.
The duration of the spellcaster's control spells has been reduced to the limit.
The Shadow Assassin didn't dare to get close at all.
The beast hunter's arm was almost broken, but the rain of arrows could not penetrate Garos's hard scales. He could only use attacks on its weak points to restrain it.
"Kenneth, did you miscalculate the poison's effective time?!"
During a lull in his fierce battle with the enraged young dragon, the paladin roared.
"I...I don't know, I don't think so."
The potion expert's voice trembled, and he stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking, interrupted by a loud roar.
Before the roar even began, Garos had already shoved aside the paladins and war priests and charged straight at the beast hunters.
"now you!"
Before the Red Iron Dragon, the hunter belonging to the Ranger branch narrowed his pupils, released his arrow, but did not attack Garos; instead, he deflected it to the side.
Immediately afterward, as his body was shattered by the claws, he vanished in a blur and teleported above the arrow stuck in the steps.
"That was close!"
The beast hunter, who had narrowly escaped death, was panting heavily, his nerves on edge.
But before he could even feel relieved, he caught a glimpse of golden light.
boom!
The spherical flames pierced the air and struck the beast hunter, instantly engulfing him in lightning and flames, turning him to ashes.
The Shadow Assassin attempted a sneak attack, but was caught by the greatly increased speed of Garos and killed instantly with a dragon wing.
Immediately, Galos exhaled, his dragon wings surging with flames, and he sped off at full speed without restraint.
He pushed off the ground with his hind legs, flapped his wings, and charged toward the sorcerer without stopping for a moment.
From the moment Garos became agitated, the sorcerer continuously chanted and constructed the same shadow spell, causing the surrounding space to be stained with a deep, dark black, which made Garos sense danger.
Bang!
The red iron dragon arrived in an instant, its claws crushing the sorcerer and the Ironthorn Viscount.
However, there was no blood, nor the sensation of bones being crushed.
They are all some kind of vivid illusions.
The real sorcerer and the viscount appeared at the highest point of the platform. The sorcerer's chanting became high-pitched and dense, like a torrential rain falling on a lake, reaching its final stage.
"Damn it, my senses failed to detect their true forms."
Galos's gaze sharpened.
We must find other ways to make up for our shortcomings in perception; relying solely on fairy scale powder for improvement is too slow!
"The King of Battle, Wanqi!"
"The invincible and undefeated Tempas!"
"May the great God of War unleash his mighty power to vanquish all evil!"
The war priest raised his sword and shield simultaneously, shouting a prayer.
His face suddenly turned pale, becoming completely bloodless, and he couldn't help but stagger. Blood flowed from all seven orifices, but his expression was more resolute and devout than ever before.
The Blade of Judgment!
A pure white light emerged, gradually condensing in the sky, towering above the blood-red barrier of the arena, as if it came from another world, carrying an indescribable pressure.
The giant blade gradually solidified.
A blurry, enormous phantom gripped the Judgment Blade and plunged it toward Garus.
In the previous battles, the paladins were the most ferocious, but the fatal blow was hidden in the war priest's divine spell.
Galos's expression turned solemn as he sensed immense danger. He took a deep breath, trying to dodge the attack with his speed.
However, the sorcerer uttered the last syllable.
——Shadow Prison!
Without warning, a dense, eerie light enveloped the young dragon completely, leaving no corner or crevice untouched.
At the same time, the world in Galus's eyes became extremely fragmented.
On one hand, he could see the scene in the gladiatorial arena, see the Blade of Judgment gradually falling, and see the unprecedented flames burning on the paladin's dragon-slaying greatsword as it approached him.
on the other hand.
He felt as if he were in another world.
There are no other colors besides black and white, as dim as the universe, without light or darkness, only shadows everywhere.
The Judgment Blade fell with deadly danger, aiming for Garos's heart.
He roared and howled, his body trembling constantly, unleashing dense golden lightning that caused the eerie light around him to ripple and gradually dim.
Finally, Galos managed to deflect his body at a difficult angle, avoiding a fatal blow.
clang!
Sparks flew everywhere.
The Blade of Judgment fell inch by inch, making a tearing sound as it pierced through steel. It pierced through Garus' scales, flesh, and bones, penetrating his body from back down and bursting out of his abdomen.
The paladin's final, all-out attack arrived simultaneously.
It's the Demon-Slaying Slash again.
The Dragon Slayer Greatsword struck the Red Iron Dragon's incredibly thick neck, tearing through its scales and creating a huge wound in its flesh, but it could not go any further to sever its spine. The flames on the spine burned through the flesh, sending waves of excruciating pain through the dragon.
The duration of Shadow Prison has expired.
This level 14 sorcerer used half of his magic power and mental energy to construct a spell that controlled Garos for a long enough time, causing him to suffer unprecedented severe injuries.
Bang!
The red iron dragon swung its head, fiercely knocking the paladin away.
The Blade of Judgment had dissipated, leaving a gaping, horrific wound on Garos's body. Residual energy remained, preventing him from stopping the bleeding for a short time, causing profuse bleed.
The wound on his neck was equally shocking.
"it's over."
"Young Dragon, your strength is beyond our expectations, capable of killing three of our companions."
"If you grow up, you will surely become a terrifying dragon that sweeps across the world, but we will no longer give you the chance to grow up."
The paladin coughed up blood, his face as pale as the war priest's.
After a fierce battle, they are now almost exhausted and their bodies have reached their limits.
However, the young dragon in front of him looked more seriously injured, and even collapsed on the spot, with blood flowing under him and forming a small lake.
"Give it to me."
Viscount Ironthorn showed hatred in his eyes.
He leaped down from the high platform, long sword in hand, and approached the young dragon step by step.
"I will scrape off every single one of your dragon scales while you are still alive, so that you will die in extreme pain."
Viscount Ironthorn said cruelly, "Let's start with the scales on your face."
He was a level 9 warrior, and at his peak, unafraid of the dying young dragon's counterattack. He raised his longsword, ready to gouge out the dragon scales from Garos's face.
Thump!
A sound like muffled thunder rang out, causing Viscount Ironthorn to pause slightly.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A series of muffled thunderclaps echoed from Hong Tielong's chest.
A crimson light emanated from his body, starting from his heart and extending to his limbs and bones, forming crimson lines on his body.
Viscount Ironthorn's heart sank.
Ignoring the torment, he flicked his wrist, and the longsword plunged straight into the young dragon's head at an even faster speed.
However, it is difficult to approach from a distance of three inches.
The blood-stained dragon claw gripped the Viscount's sword and squeezed it tightly.
Click!
The longsword was shattered into pieces.
Viscount Ironthorn's expression changed drastically. He turned to run away, but Garos grabbed his body with a claw.
"May you and your son be reunited."
Galos remained expressionless as his claws contracted inch by inch. Viscount Ironthorn struggled to breathe, his painful efforts proving futile. His body and armor twisted together, turning into a mangled mass of unrecognizable flesh.
He stood up and glanced at the remaining dragon hunters.
"It's your turn."
The heartbeat, like the beating of drums or muffled thunder, echoed in the arena.
On the opposite side, the remaining members of the Dragon Hunting Group huddled together, panting as they retreated.
The sorcerer's robes were soaked with cold sweat, the paladin's greatsword was propped up on the ground, the potion expert's potion bottle was already empty, and the war priest's holy emblem was dull and lifeless.
They were like trapped beasts, and Galos's vertical pupils burned with a cold killing intent.
At this moment, the roles of hunter and prey are reversed.
Garros's dragon wings stirred up a bloody wind, and before the afterimage had faded, its claws had pierced through the sorcerer's chest.
The spellcaster who controlled the Shadow Spell to restrain Garos was thrown into the air before he could even scream.
The red iron dragon raised its head and exhaled a breath, the flames burning the falling figure to ashes.
Paladin Leo staggered as he raised his greatsword, but the blade snapped the moment he swung it. Galos's tail swept across like a battering ram, slamming him into the stone wall.
Fragments of internal organs seeped from the dented armor. The warrior, who had sworn to slay the dragon, tried to get up but was stomped into the ground.
Garros stood upright, trampling the paladin beneath his feet, crushing his body as the ground trembled.
With his physical strength almost exhausted and all his methods used, the dragon hunter was now completely unable to withstand Garos's ferocity.
They truly couldn't believe that this young dragon could unleash such a series of explosive bursts of power, seemingly never reaching the end of his life.
The potion expert trembled as he pulled out his last bottle of potion. The pale green liquid was boiling inside. He threw it at Garros, but it was blown back by the wind pressure generated by the dragon's wings and shattered at his feet. Green mist enveloped him.
He let out a painful wail, his skin rotting and his bones melting.
The person turned into a puddle of pus in less than three seconds.
In the final battle, the priest knelt and prayed to the gods, but received no response.
Garus lifted his head with his claws and said in a low voice, "It seems your faith is not very devout."
A muffled thud came as the claws closed, and the priest's headless corpse fell to the ground, bringing the battle to an end.
When only Garros remained alive, the crimson barrier above the arena began to melt away, gradually revealing the sky above the Wasteland of Sel.
P.S.: I finished writing the battle story in one go, so it's a bit late. Please vote with a monthly pass!
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