Chapter 183 An unexpected encounter with the Red Iron Dragon, as strong as a monster, even with all three stages activated, it was still unbeatable (Climax Chapter)
As Chieftain Bloodhoof took to the air, he flapped his demonic wings.
The Red Iron Dragon's wings swayed with comet-like tail flames as it rushed into the sky at an even faster speed. Then it changed direction and, like a falling meteor, approached the Bloodhoof Chieftain from above in a straight line. The second-stage Bloodhoof Chieftain did not retreat but roared and met the attack head-on.
The scales on the wing membrane clanged and spewed out scalding sparks.
The remaining scales resembled red-hot iron.
In the blink of an eye, the incredibly powerful young dragon clashed with a monster that seemed to come from the abyss.
Bang!
With a deafening roar and shockwave, flames exploded in the sky, bursting forth with dazzling light and heat, like a second sun rising.
Hong Tielong flew backwards for dozens of meters before stabilizing itself.
At this moment, all the scales on his body had been consumed, revealing a set of obsidian-like, sturdy scales. These scales also had lava-like patterns that shimmered with a dark red light. Combined with his rugged and strong physique and the weapon-like parts all over his body, he was even more ferocious than the abyss monsters.
At the same time.
The pitch-black figure, engulfed in flames, plummeted straight to the ground—Baal fell faster than he ascended, and his body bore even more cracks, with magma-like blood flowing through it.
call!
Baal's demonic wings suddenly flapped violently.
The strong winds flattened the grass and trees on the ground, and swirled up soil and rocks.
His falling speed slowed down, he adjusted his body, and ultimately did not crash to the ground. Just before landing, he soared into the sky again, speeding towards the red iron dragon.
"The outer scales that used to absorb my power are gone."
"Now that we're in close combat again, the advantage is in my hands."
Baal stared at the red iron dragon, his fighting spirit soaring.
However, facing the menacing Bloodhoof Chieftain, Garros flapped his wings, his body leaving a comet-like trail in the air as he dodged Baal and rushed towards the ground, skimming along the ground at high speed.
The dragon's sharp, blade-like wings swept across the land.
One by one, the minotaur warriors were split in two.
Bathed in a shower of blood, he spun around, his dragon eyes locking onto another elite leader.
The minotaur warrior's giant axe cleaved through the ogre's armor, the blade embedding itself deep into his chest cavity, before kicking the heavily wounded ogre away with a single hoof strike.
He was about to roar and vent his murderous intent.
Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine, as if I were being watched by an irresistible predator, and at the same time, a gust of evil wind came from behind me.
The leader's pupils suddenly contracted, and he turned around to see the red iron dragon charging towards him with unstoppable force, its dragon might surging.
The leader let out a low growl, his eyes bloodshot, his muscles bulging. In this moment of crisis, his mind was focused to the extreme. He gathered all his skills into the battle axe he gripped tightly in his hand and cleaved it head-on at the red iron dragon.
However, the claws fell faster than the battle axe.
Garus casually swept his claw across the ground.
Bang! With a burst of blood mist, the leader died on the spot.
The battle has continued to this point, and the Iron Legion has gained a significant advantage.
From the moment Baal and Garros began their battle, the balance of power gradually tilted toward the Molten Iron Clan. The Bloodhoof troops had been running without a break, which had already exhausted a great deal of their energy, while the Molten Iron Clan's attack on the Bloodhoof Clan's main camp was not difficult at all, as they were almost waiting in ambush.
At first, the gap between the two sides was not obvious.
However, as time went by, in such a fierce, meat grinder-like battle, the Bloodhoof troops were severely exhausted and began to decline. This was followed by sluggishness, weakness, and other negative effects, and they were quickly defeated.
"Don't run!"
Baal roared and brandished his demonic wings to chase after Garros, but his speed and agility were no match for Garros'.
Garros wanted to win the war at the lowest possible cost. He kited and tugged at the Minotaur, ignoring its provocations, while simultaneously targeting the Bloodhoof leader who was performing exceptionally well on the battlefield. In the blink of an eye, he gained a huge advantage for the Iron Legion.
After realizing that even at full speed he couldn't catch up with Galos.
Barr struggled to suppress his surging anger and violent emotions.
His second phase was not without its price; the boiling demonic blood made him more irritable and prone to losing his mind.
No more pointless chasing of the Red Iron Dragon.
The minotaur folded its wings and slammed into the ground like a cannonball, finally landing on its thick hooves.
War tramples!
The ground did not break, not even a crack appeared, but an invisible force radiated and spread along Baal's landing point, shattering the surrounding molten iron familiars into blood mist.
call!
Bal raised his head and took a deep breath.
Strands of crimson energy were extracted from the creatures he had killed, surging like living threads and converging on him, causing his aura to rise slightly. Moreover, the injuries he sustained from the collision with Garos were also healing.
Since we're not going to fight head-on...
Then let's see who can kill faster!
With his dark eyes filled with savagery and bloodlust, Baal's gaze swept around before settling on the Iron Legion's retinue, his eyes locking onto the Gluttonous Demon Karu.
Gluttony is thick-skinned and tough. He was initially injured by Baal, but not to the point of losing his ability to fight.
Noticing the dragon-like features on the other party, Baal was certain that this ogre was a dragon-blooded creature and a core member of the familiar. Killing it would likely attract the hatred of the dragons.
The demon's wings unfolded and flapped.
The minotaur soared into the sky and charged straight at Karu.
At that moment, a crimson dragon shadow was faster than him, crashing into the minotaur from the side and sending it flying into the sky.
When Baal wanted to fight head-on, Garus pulled him back, kiting him around. However, when Baal tried to slaughter his kin, Garus came again.
But this was exactly what Barr wanted.
He could grow stronger in the war, but what he longed for even more was to kill the Red Iron Dragon in front of him.
"You finally stopped running away!"
With his massive bat wings fully extended, a tremendous force surged within Baal, allowing him to withstand Garros's impact and come to a stop in mid-air.
The giant hand gripping the dragon's neck scales suddenly exerted force.
Baal's incredibly heavy body was swung through the air as he raised his thigh and slammed his knee, which was enveloped in a foul stench, into the dragon's belly.
If this blow lands, even steel will shatter.
Suddenly, Garus's tail spun rapidly and wrapped around Baal's left leg, forcefully deflecting the trajectory of his knee strike.
The dragon's scaled belly grazed past his knees, sending sparks and scale fragments raining down. Baal then bent his elbow and slammed it down, his bulging elbow bone striking the dragon's spine like a heavy hammer.
Galos' right wing suddenly rose up like a protruding blade, slashing towards the space between Baal's legs.
Baal's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly dodged to the side, his attack interrupted. When he looked again, the Red Iron Dragon had already flapped its wings and retreated far away.
"Coward, all you can do is run away?"
"Stop! Face me!"
Baal's wings blotted out the sky, his body wreathed in black flames, hovering high above the battlefield like a demon god.
His assertive stance instilled strong confidence in the Tauren, enabling them to fight back bravely even when at a disadvantage, making it difficult for the Iron Legion to expand its advantage in the short term.
Just then.
The red-hot iron dragon stopped and slowly raised its head.
The warm-up is over, and blood is flowing through the body like a raging tide. In this state, the amplification of the Frenzy state is strongest.
"Then so be it."
Staring directly into the monster's dark eyes, Red Iron Dragon's voice remained calm as always, but with a hint of danger in it: "Now, let's truly begin."
Hearing this somewhat familiar phrase, a phrase he had said before, he felt a sense of déjà vu.
Baal felt a chill run down his spine, sensing something was wrong.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
Countless golden lightning bolts burst forth from the gaps in the dragon's scales, shimmering and dense, flying across the red iron dragon's body, emitting a thrilling sound of thousands of lightning bolts hissing.
Galos's scales trembled slightly, and his muscles bulged inch by inch in the lightning.
His already incredibly strong body swelled up again, his rugged and ferocious appearance almost absurd.
Barr's pupils contracted sharply.
He saw Galos's figure blur and disappear on the spot, and only a golden afterimage appeared in his retina.
The next moment, the dragon's claws were right in front of them! Each hooked toe was like a blade.
Besides the golden lightning, there were also wisps of black and red energy swirling around the dragon's arm, which was Garus's dragon energy.
Where the dragon's energy flows, the body, already in a state of heightened arousal, is further strengthened.
Enhanced by the rotation of dragon energy, its claw strikes are as fast as lightning.
collapse!
Barr hadn't even had a chance to raise his arm.
His chest and abdomen were struck by the dragon's claws.
His hard, black skin was instantly torn apart, and his sternum and ribs snapped with a crack.
There wasn't even time to scream in pain.
Garros's Spinning Wing Slash, the dragon wing blade swept towards Baal's neck.
Faced with the imminent danger of death, Bal instinctively lowered his head.
Clang!
With a blinding flash of sparks, the wing blade, at the cost of a gap, severed half of Baal's left horn.
"My horn!"
The horns are the Minotaur's weapon and also an important aesthetic feature, so they are considered extremely important.
The demon bull launched a frenzied counterattack, slamming its fist into the dragon's head, only to be met with a counter-attack from Garos, who rammed it with his head down at an even faster speed.
Thump!!
The dragon's horn pierced Baal's abdomen, and blood gushed out.
A touch of crimson appeared in Baal's pitch-black eyes.
He roared, and the blood flowing from his body did not spill onto the ground, but instead burst into flames, turning the lava-like cracks on his body exceptionally red.
If the previous demonic blood was merely boiling...
Now it's completely ignited.
At this point, Baal can be said to have entered the third stage of a desperate, all-out battle.
Black flames and golden lightning clashed against each other.
The demon bull clenched its fists into a hammer and smashed it towards the red iron dragon's wide-open head, carrying a terrifying shockwave.
Before being hit, the Red Iron Dragon had already drawn its horn and used its right claw to meet the attack head-on.
Level 1 Dragon Qi Circulation!
Enhanced Claw Strike!
Boom! ...
A circular shockwave swept across the sky, tearing the clouds apart.
Baal's finger bones shattered inch by inch, and Garos's claws were also pulverized. Two lines of blood sprayed from the sky, then evaporated into red mist in the clash between golden lightning and demonic flames.
The real battle was about to begin.
Baal's shattered finger bones were enveloped in demonic flames, sprouting sharp bone spurs.
He grabbed Galos's right claw with his backhand, and his burning knee pressed against the dragon's reproductive cavity.
Dragon scales were present, but their strength was far weaker than other scales, making them a major weakness of dragons. However, the Red Iron Dragon did not dodge; instead, it raised its hind legs and viciously rammed them between the Bull Demon's legs.
Both were ruthless characters, and their gazes met like lightning, neither giving way, both revealing a resolute look.
Bang!
Bang!
With two muffled thuds, Niu Gen and Niu Dan were instantly smashed into a pulp, their hip bones cracked. Even though the burning demonic blood weakened the pain, Baal still couldn't help but let out a shrill cry of agony.
What upset him even more was...
The dragon scales that his knee struck were not fragile; on the contrary, they were harder than he had imagined. Despite the fierce knee strike, they only cracked and dented, but did not completely collapse.
Hong Tielong shuddered and gasped.
But that's all.
His tireless efforts to hone his weaknesses have now yielded the desired results.
Overwhelmed by excruciating pain, Baal's body hunched over, and his vision went black.
Galos, of course, would not let such a good opportunity pass him by.
His left claw shot out, taking the opportunity to tear open the hard skin under Bal's ribs.
The dragon claws sliced into the gaps between Bal's ribs, the knuckles exerting force like steel clamps tightening.
The demonic bull let out a deep, painful roar, the crisp sound of breaking ribs mixed with the tearing of muscles and bones, as it swung its right fist, surging with black flames, toward the head of its powerful enemy.
Galus suddenly flapped his wings and retreated.
While dodging the heavy punch, he forcefully ripped three of Baal's ribs, skin and flesh, out of his body.
Blood rained down, then all of it turned into flames.
Baal's aura surged even higher, and his originally dark eyes turned completely blood-red, filled with violence and madness, as if he knew nothing of pain.
He swiftly extended his arm, his giant hand gripping the dragon's tail tightly, and with brute force slammed the red iron dragon to the ground.
Boom! The dragon's body smashed through the rock layer, raising waves of earth that either blew away or buried the combat units of Bloodhoof and Molten Iron.
Baal pursued, his hooves close together like battering rams, stomping towards the dragon's chest.
clang!
Garoth's dragon arms crossed to block.
The black and red scales cracked and splintered under the heavy stomping of the demon's hooves, and the ground beneath them collapsed once more.
Finally turning the tide, the Demon Bull turned and slammed his elbow down like a battle axe, aiming for the dragon's face.
Red Iron Dragon dodged to the side, adjusting its angle. Its horn collided with the Bull's elbow bone, sparks raining down like a storm. Cracks appeared on the dragon's horn, but Baal's elbow snapped off, pierced through by the dragon's horn.
at the same time.
Galus' right claw dug towards his heart.
Tear!
Baal ripped off his own arm, his bull hoof stomping on the red iron dragon's chest. Using the recoil, he simultaneously flapped his demon wings and took to the air, narrowly avoiding the heart-piercing claw attack.
"Coward, why are you running away?"
Red Iron Dragon's cold, whispered laughter rang in Baal's ears.
At this moment, just like at that moment, the situation has reversed dramatically.
However, the difference is that even in its third phase, Baal's speed still cannot match that of Garoth in his enhanced state.
It only managed to rise more than 200 meters into the air before a gust of wind came from behind.
Baal took a deep breath, his demonic blood burning to its limit, and turned to face his enemy.
The red iron dragon curled up into an iron ball, wrapped in golden lightning, and crashed into the demon bull's arms.
The thick, long dragon horn pierced Baal's chest and abdomen, and the dragon's body used the momentum to push him violently, finally crashing into a hill at the same time.
collapse!
The rock face collapsed layer by layer, scattering countless pieces of rock and filling the air with dust.
Garros pinned Baal to the core of the mountain, pressing his head down with his claws and crushing it into the depths of the rock.
Baal's burning demonic wings closed like a guillotine, slicing towards Garros's spine, but were instead torn apart by the dragon's wings, and demonic blood was poured onto the scorching rock wall, evaporating into a blood mist.
roar!
The demon bull roared and howled, wrapping its legs around the dragon's body, its remaining fists pounding against it again and again, but it seemed increasingly powerless.
Baal is past his prime.
His breath was declining every second, and the healing and regeneration of his injuries were becoming sluggish.
A few seconds later, two figures emerged from the rocks on the other side of the hill.
Red Iron Dragon, pressing down on the Demon Bull, flew close to the ground, carving out a thousand-meter-long trench in the battlefield along the way.
When he finally stopped and the golden lightning on his body subsided and dissipated, Baal's body was a gruesome sight, unrecognizable from his former imposing appearance.
Its horns were broken, its wings were torn apart, leaving only a few bone fragments with bits of flesh hanging from them, its right leg below the knee had long since turned to dust, and its chest and abdomen had been ripped open.
He was already half-dead.
"In the border region—"
The red iron dragon stood upright, its claws gripping Baal's neck like iron pincers, lifting his mangled body.
"The Ironclad Clan is the future overlord, and I will be the sole ruler here."
The fierce battle stirred Red Iron Dragon's emotions, causing him to shed his long-standing pretense and repression, revealing a glimpse of his ambition.
He threw the mangled body on the ground, looked down at him, and said indifferently, "Scum, grovel before me and beg for my forgiveness, and I will give you a chance to be loyal."
At this point, Baal had almost burned away all of his demonic blood.
But he is exceptionally gifted; once he survives a near-death experience, he can recover.
The mangled body moved, and under the indifferent gaze of the Red Iron Dragon, Baal slowly crawled towards the ground, but suddenly sprang up at the last moment.
"Death is but a new beginning; glory be with me!"
Baal let out a hoarse roar, gathering his last bit of strength in his remaining arm, and slammed his fist into the Red Iron Dragon's jaw.
Bang!
The dragon's tail, which was wrapped around its body, rose up and then fell heavily down, slamming Baal into the ground.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
After several consecutive slaps, as the ground trembled, the mangled body, which had barely managed to breathe, was now completely reduced to a radial mass of flesh, mixed with gravel and soil, utterly lifeless.
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