A Dragon against the Whole World-Chapter 154 - 146: Roused Fury, Bloodburst, Galos’s Third Phase Reverses the Battle! (Double-Length - )

Chapter 154: Chapter 146: Roused Fury, Bloodburst, Galos’s Third Phase Reverses the Battle! (Double-Length Chapter)

The Shadow Assassin attempted a surprise attack, but was directly caught by Galos, whose speed had increased, and the Dragon Wings crushed him.

Immediately, Galos let out a breath, his Dragon Wings surged with fiery flames, dashing at full speed without restraint.

He sprang from the ground with his hind legs, wings flapping, charging towards the Curse Master without pause.

From the moment Galos became elated, the Curse Master had been chanting to construct the same Shadow Magic, causing the surrounding space to be enveloped in a thick dark color, which made Galos smell danger.

Bang!

The Red Iron Dragon arrived in an instant, its claws shattered the Curse Master and Viscount Ironthorn.

However, there was no blood nor the feeling of crushed bones.

They were vivid illusions.

The real Curse Master and Viscount appeared at the highest point of the platform, the Curse Master’s chanting now high-pitched and dense, like a torrential rain falling on a lake, reaching the final stage.

"Damn, my perception couldn’t detect their true forms."

Galos’ eyes tightened.

The shortcoming in perception must be compensated for in other ways, relying solely on the enhancement from fairy scale powder is too slow!

"King of Battle, Wishing!"

"Invincible, undefeated Tampas!"

"May the Great War God bring down the mighty force to destroy all evil!"

The War Priest simultaneously raised his Battle Sword and Holy Shield, yelling out the prayers.

His face suddenly turned pale, devoid of any color, his body staggered uncontrollably, bleeding from seven orifices, yet his expression was unprecedentedly determined and devout.

The Blade of Judgment!

Pure white light appeared, inch by inch condensing in the sky, rising above the blood-colored barriers of the arena, as if from another world, carrying indescribable pressure.

The Giant Blade gradually solidified.

A vague giant shadow grasped the Judgment Giant Blade, aiming at Galos.

In the previous battles, the Holy Knight was the fiercest, yet the deadly strike lay hidden within the War Priest’s Divine Art.

Galos’ expression became solemn, sensing great danger, deeply breathing, hoping to dodge with speed.

But the Curse Master mouthed the last syllable.

—Shadow Cage!

Without any warning, dense shadow light completely enveloped the young dragon, not missing any nook or corner.

At the same time, the world in Galos’ eyes became extremely fragmented.

On one hand, he could see the arena’s scene, saw the Blade of Judgment gradually descending, saw the unprecedented fiery flame blaze on the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword of the Holy Knight, approaching him.

On the other hand.

He felt as though he was in another world.

Aside from black and white, there were no other colors, dim as the universe, without light or shadow, only shadows everywhere.

The Judgment Giant Blade descended with deadly danger, penetrating Galos’ heart.

He roared and howled, his body constantly trembling, bursting with dense golden lightning, causing ripples to form in the shadow light upon him, gradually dimming.

Eventually, Galos’ body awkwardly tilted at an angle, avoiding the vital spot.

Clang!

Sparks flew.

The Blade of Judgment descended inch by inch, emitting the sound of steel tearing, penetrated through Galos’ scales, flesh, bones, piercing entirely from back to abdomen.

The Holy Knight’s final strike, with all his heart, arrived simultaneously.

Again, the Evil-Breaking Slash.

The Dragon-Slaying Greatsword cleaved on the Red Iron Dragon’s exceptionally thick neck, tearing the scales, slicing a massive wound in the flesh, but unable to further sever the spine, the flame on it burned the flesh, transmitting excruciating pain.

The Shadow Cage’s duration ended.

This 14th-level Curse Master spent half his magic energy and spirit constructing the spell, controlling Galos for long enough, causing unprecedented severe injuries.

Bang!

The Red Iron Dragon swung its head, ferociously knocking the Holy Knight away.

The Blade of Judgment had dissipated, leaving a transparent, terrifying wound on Galos, with residual special energy preventing him from stopping the bleeding for a short time, the blood flowing profusely.

Also, the neck wound was equally striking.

"It’s over."

"Young dragon, you managed to kill three of our comrades, your strength exceeded expectations."

"If you grow up, you will surely become a terrifying evil dragon sweeping the world, but we will not give you the chance to grow."

The Holy Knight coughed up blood, his face pale, just like the War Priest.

After fierce fighting, they are now almost exhausted, their bodies at the limit.

But the young dragon in front of them seemed more severely injured, even lying directly on the ground, with blood pooling beneath him into a small lake.

"Leave it to me."

Viscount Ironthorn’s eyes showed hatred.

He jumped down from the high platform, holding a long sword in his hand, and walked step by step towards the young dragon.

"I will skin off every Dragon Scale from you, letting you die in ultimate pain."

Viscount Ironthorn cruelly said, "Starting with the scales on your face."

He is a level 9 Warrior and is still in peak condition, unafraid of the almost dying young dragon’s counterattack. He raised the long sword, about to gouge out the Dragon Scale on Galos’s face.

Boom!

A sound like muffled thunder erupted, causing Viscount Ironthorn’s movements to pause slightly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of thunder clapped continuously, echoing from the chest cavity of the Red Iron Dragon.

Red blood light emerged from his body, starting from the heart and extending to the limbs, forming blood-colored lines on him.

Viscount Ironthorn’s heart sank.

No longer caring about torture, he shook his wrist, and the long sword pierced towards the young dragon’s skull at greater speed.

However, it couldn’t get closer than three inches.

The dragon claw, stained with blood, grabbed the Viscount’s Sword and clenched it tightly.

Crack!

The long sword shattered into pieces.

Viscount Ironthorn’s face changed dramatically, wanting to flee, but Galos grabbed him with one claw.

"Reunite with your father."

Galos said without expression, his claws contracting inch by inch. Viscount Ironthorn couldn’t breathe, struggling painfully yet in vain, his body and Armor twisting together into unrecognizable pulp.

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the remaining Dragon Hunters.

"It’s your turn."

The heartbeats like drumbeats or muffled thunder echoed in the battleground domain.

Opposite, the remaining members of the Dragon Hunting Squad gathered together, panting as they retreated.

The Curse Master’s Magic Robe was soaked in cold sweat, the Paladin’s Giant Sword supported his body, the Magic Potion Expert’s potion bottles were already empty, the War Priest’s Holy Emblem dim and lackluster.

They seemed like beasts driven into a corner, while Galos’s vertical pupils burned with cold killing intent.

At this moment, the identity of hunter and prey reversed.

Galos’s Dragon Wings stirred up a foul wind, as the claw pierced the Curse Master’s chest while the remnants hadn’t dissipated.

This Shadow Magic Caster, who had made Galos helpless, didn’t even have time to scream before being thrown into the air.

The Red Iron Dragon raised its head and sprayed out a breath, the Fiery Flame turning the falling figure to ash.

Paladin Leo staggered as he raised the Giant Sword; the sword’s edge snapped the moment he swung it, Galos’s tail swept across like a Siege Hammer, smashing him into the stone wall.

From the concave Armor seeped fragments of internals, this Warrior who vowed to slay dragons tried to rise, but was trampled into the ground.

Galos stood upright, trampling the Paladin, shattering his body with the ground-shaking vibrations.

The Dragon Hunters, almost exhausted and out of methods, were now completely unable to resist Galos’s ferocity.

They truly couldn’t imagine this young dragon could explode repeatedly, as if never reaching the end of life.

The Magic Potion Expert trembled as he took out his last potion, the light green liquid boiling in the bottle. He hurled it at Galos but was blown back by the wind pressure from the Dragon Wings, shattering at his feet, coated in green fog.

He let out a painful howl, his skin rotting, bones dissolving.

The whole person turned into a liquid mass in less than three seconds.

The last War Priest kneeled and prayed to the Divine Spirit, but got no answer.

Galos lifted his head by the claw, his voice deep, "Looks like your faith is not devout."

The claw tip tightened with a muffled sound, the Priest’s headless corpse fell, marking the end of the battle.

Once only Galos remained as a living being, the blood-colored barrier in the sky above the arena began to dissolve, gradually revealing the sky of Sel Wilderness.

ps: Finished the battle in one breath, a bit late, asking for a monthly ticket