Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 414 Bloodbath and Dragon Slaying!

Storm Mountains, Horn Peak.

This place was once named because the mountain peaks resembled a horn, but now it has become a volcano.

This is the environmental alteration characteristic of the dragon lords; wherever they inhabit, the environment changes due to elements and magic, even affecting the surrounding landscape to some extent. Horn Peak is located deep within the Storm Mountains, surrounded by desolation. It was originally occupied by a few trolls, but their corpses have long since turned to dust.

Fire elementals roam the scorching land, servants enslaved by the Bloodflame Tyrant, Varesaks. Further away lies a dangerous, legendary elemental creature, the 'Burning Zealot,' an elemental avatar created by the Fire Elemental Prince.

This is not the lair of the Bloodflame Tyrant - Varesaks, who was originally active in the outer plane.

As for why it came to the material plane, it is related to the fall of Tiamat's avatar, the Queen of the Five Colored Dragons. When the Cataclysm broke out, many powerful Five Colored Dragons were vying for the power of the 'Divine Dragon,' and it was one of them. However, it failed to obtain the lost divine power and could only settle down in the Storm Mountains temporarily.

Inside a massive dragon's nest that has been excavated.

The Bloodflame Tyrant's massive body lay prostrate on a mountain of gold coins. With each breath, a scorching aura mixed with a faint smell of sulfur spread in all directions, while its dark red metallic dragon scales symbolized the immense power it possessed. Only very old dragons typically possessed this dark red hue.

Its life cycle spans 2500 years, and it has just passed through more than 800 years and is now moving towards the stage of the ancient red dragon.

A young red dragon might allow enemies to easily sneak into its lair, but an old red dragon would never make such a basic mistake.

On either side of the Bloodflame Tyrant's dragon lair, three crystal balls float atop molten metal pillars.

—Seeing through the invisible crystal ball.

—A crystal ball for detecting thoughts.

—Telepathic crystal ball.

With the dragon's lair of Bloodflame Tyrant Varesaks at its core, a significant portion of Horn Peak lies within its perception range. Even when it is in a dormant state, it can easily detect any intruders.

Outside the lair lay its army of servants, with the Bloodflame Tyrant using the dragon's magic to induce some of the dragon's creatures to undergo metamorphosis.

They consist mainly of kobolds, gnolls, trolls, ogres, and other monsters, distributed around the entire lair, forming three defensive lines. The area closest to the dragon's lair contains summoned and enslaved elemental servants, along with some dragon vein monsters it elevates.

But at this moment, at the foot of Horn Peak, a silent 'infiltration' had already begun.

Something seemed to be lurking in the shadows.

A patrol of gnoll guards suddenly raised their heads alertly, sniffed the air with their black breath, and gripped their weapons tightly. The captain said in gnoll language, "You, go check over there."

In the group, a gnoll warrior obeyed orders and went into the woods, quickly disappearing from sight.

After a few seconds.

Like a phantom leaping through the shadows, Shadow Dancer Kevin suddenly appeared, swiftly severing the gnoll captain's throat. Several high-ranking wanderers followed in quick succession, giving the enemy no time to react, leaving behind seven or eight monster corpses in just a breath or two.

"Have them clear out the guards and nests on the nearby hilltops."

"Assassin squad, follow me."

"Take invisibility potion."

Shadow Dancer Kevin calmly issued the order, then dispatched a magical messenger and said to the mage advisor beside him, "Send someone to assemble the Dragon Slayer Crossbow at a high point."

"Has the Artificial Mechanist arrived?"

The mage advisor nodded, looking a little nervous and excited, and whispered, "It's all in place."

"They all carried storage bags."

five minutes later.

Under the cover of mages, several figures ascended to the high points of the surrounding hills. The monster guards here had been cleared out, and the corpses of ogres were scattered all around. A dwarf-like craftsman took out his tools and began assembling something, then whispered to the person next to him, "Hurry up!"

"Assemble these ballistae."

No one could be sure from which angle the red dragon would charge out. All they could do was set up twelve dragon-slaying crossbows on the nearby hilltops, but when facing a powerful ancient red dragon, no amount of caution was too much.

Fifteen minutes later.

The anomaly at the foot of the mountain had already attracted the attention of the guards guarding the outer perimeter of the dragon's nest. As a half-giant with some dragon vein characteristics summoned his nearby servants, a team of fully armed elite warriors quickly advanced along the mountain path of Horn Peak.

A short human mage tore open the portal.

Prince Asan appeared in sight, dressed in magnificent purple dragon armor, holding the Dragon Slayer Sword, and launching an attack with a roar. Along with his battle cry, the unique buffing ability of the Purple Dragon Knights also enveloped the other members of the battle group.

A fierce hand-to-hand combat immediately broke out.

Along with the monster's roar, a deep, oppressive roar also came from the direction of the dragon's nest.

——Bloodflame Tyrant - Varesaks (Bloodscale Berserker) (Six-Star Gold)!

The ground shook.

A massive ancient red dragon slowly opened its eyes, which resembled a mass of lava. As it raised its huge and ferocious head, a terrifying pressure spread in all directions.

This is the true dragon's might.

Before it, creatures below the legendary level didn't even have the courage to resist; without an astonishing will, they could only tremble in fear under the dragon's might.

"Who dares to trespass on my territory?!"

Bloodflame Tyrant - Varesaks summoned servants to guard the dragon's lair, while it slowly emerged, flames spilling from its furious mouth, and a strong smell of sulfur rapidly spreading in all directions.

Under the sunlight, a colossal creature, as large as a small mountain, appeared. Its body was extremely majestic and imposing, with flowing muscles beneath its dragon scales, like a warrior from among dragons. Its terrifying size made it difficult to look up at. Its dark red dragon scales seemed to be permeated with blood, and accompanied by a scorching aura that spread in all directions, the Bloodflame Tyrant - Varesaks arrived at the flying platform outside the dragon's nest.

Purple Dragon Knights?
The Bloodflame Tyrant stared at the elite knights halfway up the mountain, a contemptuous smile appearing on its lips. It had attacked the Kingdom of Cormier many times before, so it naturally knew about the country's elite troops.

But if these weak humans dare to come knocking, they're practically courting death!
Prince Asan's combat prowess was indeed formidable; he led the Purple Dragon Knights to easily break through three lines of monster defenses. However, the Dragon Lord's deployment was far too extensive, and he was still two hundred meters away from the Dragon's Nest.

boom!
The wind howled.

Like an explosion of atmospheric pressure, Bloodflame Tyrant - Varesaks merely spread his dragon wings and created a terrifying sonic boom. Then, a gust of wind swept towards the mountainside, causing the front-row purple dragon knights to lose their footing like a shockwave.

"Is this really a monster that mortals can fight?" Prince Asan's pupils contracted slightly.

But he was now in a bind; retreating now would mean certain death.

The power of the ancient red dragon far surpasses that of mortals. The Bloodflame Tyrant did not even enter a berserk state. With a simple flap of its dragon wings, it created a howling gale. Its huge pupils revealed a hint of mockery as it looked at Prince Asan's dragon-slaying sword, thinking that it could challenge it with this little toothpick.

too naive!

—Dragon Wing Strike!
The Bloodflame Tyrant's massive body swooped down, and before it even touched the ground, its huge dragon wings spread out in mid-air. The next second, figures in front of it took flight, and more than a dozen figures, whether monsters or purple dragon knights, were sent flying through the air.

Ah!
A series of shrill screams rang out as a purple dragon knight lost his footing and was blown off the cliff, his body shattered to pieces.

too strong.

The Bloodflame Tyrant merely waved its dragon wings, unleashing a storm that swept across the land. High-ranking purple dragon knights even had to plunge their longswords into rocks just to barely maintain their footing.

This is before it even unleashed its dragon breath; if it were to unleash a single breath, the entire mountainside would be engulfed in flames.

The power of a true dragon is something that ordinary people cannot contend with.

But at this moment.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from a nearby hilltop, accompanied by the sound of "fire!" A dragon-slaying crossbow with a diameter of about three meters aimed at the ancient red dragon that was flying through the air. With a series of powerful crossbow bolts, huge dragon-slaying arrows pierced the sky, and the Bloodflame Tyrant let out a painful roar.

Dangdang Dangdang!
Within a range of 600 meters, at least a third of the crossbow bolts hit the Bloodflame Tyrant, but those that struck its dark red dragon scales only left barely visible scratches and failed to penetrate them. Only one bolt hit its wing, embedding itself directly in the feathers and then tearing and catching on a corner of the wing like a hook.

"Even dragon scales can't be pierced!" The pressure on everyone around instantly increased.

Only the dragon's wings, which were not covered by dragon scales, could be penetrated. The rest of the dragon's body only showed sparks breaking off, which didn't even qualify as scratches.

court death!

The Bloodflame Tyrant roared, and scorching flames appeared in its throat. With a roar, it abandoned the Purple Dragon Knight in front of it and immediately flew towards the nearest mountain. Accompanied by a scorching pillar of fire descending from the sky, everything within a radius of fifty meters evaporated directly from the point of the spit, and the ground was burned into a semi-crystalline crater.

However, just as it was about to eliminate the other Dragon-Slaying Crossbows that could threaten it, a series of high-pitched dragon roars suddenly rang out, and a magnificent golden dragon, shining with golden light, flew out.

—Sunbearer-Oren (Six-star Silver Gray).

The appearance of the golden dragon calmed the Bloodflame Tyrant down a bit. It immediately abandoned the mortals, roared, and blood seeped from its scales as it pounced on the golden dragon in the distance.

Blood Scale Frenzy!
Blood outlines the dragon scales and is imbued with dragon magic; under these conditions, only legendary weapons can pierce its scales.

Unleash a berserk rage!
A series of roars resounded, and the power of the dragon lord seemed to spread as if it were a domain. Under the shadow of its huge wings, the monsters in the dragon's nest suddenly gained a ferocious ability similar to that of barbarians.

Dragon's wrath!
The Bloodflame Tyrant's power was already unmatched by any mortal in the material plane, but with its enormous pupils filled with blood, it directly broke through the limits of mortals, possessing terrifying brute force approaching that of a god's incarnation. This power attribute of 48 points was enough to contend with gods or ancient hatreds.

"Face the Bloodflame Tyrant - Varesaks!" "Weak Golden Dragon!"

The ancient red dragon's figure pierced the air with a sharp cry, its huge dragon wings seemingly tearing through the air. Its speed suddenly became astonishing, even approaching the golden dragon in front of it like a cannonball. It would not give its enemy time to cast spells; close-quarters combat was its domain.

This ancient red dragon's explosive power is astonishing.

The Sunbearer Oren's golden eyes revealed a hint of apprehension. Without hesitation, he activated the spell, and at the same time, the strange object beneath the dragon scales emitted light. It roared and opened its mouth to spew out a dragon's breath.

boom!
The mountain collapsed.

The massive body of Oren, with a wingspan of over thirty meters, was slammed directly into the mountain. With a deafening roar, a section of the mountain collapsed. Bloodflame Tyrant, braving the dragon's breath, charged towards it. In the fierce battle between the two dragons, dragon scales and blood rained down. In the blink of an eye, a terrible wound appeared on the old golden dragon's body.

"You only have five minutes."

On the other side of the mountain, Sarala's hands were trembling slightly. She had thought about how terrifying the ancient red dragon could be, but she had not expected it to be this terrifying. Even as a legendary priest, she felt her voice tremble slightly as she spoke.

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

Under the brute force of the Bloodflame Tyrant, a section of Horn Peak collapsed, and massive boulders weighing several tons crashed down, the deafening noise and dust engulfing the valley below.

Duncan nodded expressionlessly, shirtless, and raised the nine-and-a-half-meter-long golden dragon spear in his hand.

Tank charge.

Faced with such a powerful ancient red dragon, even the legendary armor was of little use and actually hindered Duncan's performance.

Under the sunlight, the muscles on his bare chest, sculpted like those of steel, were bursting forth. As he leaped into the air, the bronze dragon beside him couldn't help but take a deep breath, its voice trembling slightly as it asked, "Are you really not going to put on your armor?"

This is playing with fire!

Lady Taelinia had never seen a warrior charge head-on against the incredibly powerful Ancient Red Dragon without even wearing armor.

no point.

Before absolute power, no magical artifact or armor is of any use, unless one possesses a divine weapon.

Duncan's deep voice rang out, as if brewing a storm, and he said in a deep voice, "You just need to help me get one chance to attack!"

"Then we'll find a way to restrain it."

"Leave the rest to me!"

The ancient red dragon's power after its rampage surpassed that of ordinary ancient evil creatures. It was as if flames were burning in Duncan's pupils. With a gentle lift, he used Titan's Grip to lift the heavy adamantite dragon spear with one hand.

Follow my will!

"Hear my command!"

Ride, ride!
Duncan's figure soared into the air, and Lady Taelinia roared upwards. As she made her move, a magnificent silver dragon appeared on the other side of the battlefield, followed by a human mage in the shadows chanting a low incantation.

The wind howls!

The Bloodflame Tyrant, who was beating up the Sunbearer Oren, seemed to sense a threat. His gaze first locked onto the human mage not far away, and then fixed on the rapidly approaching silver dragon Sereneia.

Master of Elements.

Energy storm.

Serenea's silver body had smooth lines. As she took a deep breath, a biting wind howled, followed by surging ice elements. An energy vortex erupted from her center, and a terrifying ice explosion enveloped the casting range in front of her. Everything around her froze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Weak spell!"

The Bloodflame Tyrant snorted coldly, using its powerful body to withstand the attack head-on, and even had the strength to swing its dragon wings to smash the Sunbearer's massive body back into the mountain.

It is an ancient red dragon with incredibly strong vitality. Except for instant-death spells, it can withstand several other damaging spells, even legendary spells.

At this moment, the bronze dragon, Lady Tyrion, also rushed to the top of the mountain. However, in the eyes of the Bloodflame Tyrant, the bronze dragon was not worth mentioning at all. Her petite body with a wingspan of about twenty meters was like beating a child. It wouldn't even be enough for him to swat her with one claw. As for that human who looked somewhat fierce, how strong could a human be? Did he think that he could hurt it with a big toothpick?
Naive and ignorant!
—Dragon's breath.

A blazing dragon breath swept across a wide area; this was the dragon's ability to channel its breath. The Bloodflame Tyrant used its breath to counter the spell, and then its tail, like a battering ram, lashed out at the rapidly approaching bronze dragon.

Duncan's figure gave a low shout, and the bronze dragon Lady Tyrell spun 360 degrees, narrowly avoiding most of the dragon breath. Then she gritted her teeth and accelerated, rushing forward like a cannonball. They had to help the Sunbearer Oren escape, otherwise the others would not be able to stop the ancient red dragon.

A divine light began to emanate from Duncan, finally attracting the attention of the Bloodflame Tyrant.

not good!

This human is a chosen one of God.

—Divine power!
—Aegis!
—Divine grace!
A faint divine glow emanated from Duncan's body; the divine power of the goddess of joy, Lira, had descended.

—Dragon Spear Thrust!
Under the incredulous gaze of the Bloodflame Tyrant, the golden dragon spear in Duncan's hand instantly pierced its abdomen, and the dark red dragon scales shattered. If it hadn't dodged in time, the dragon spear would have pierced its heart.

Roar!
With a roar, the Bloodflame Tyrant swung its dragon claws, tearing apart Lady Taelinia's right wing with a single blow. The bronze dragon let out a mournful cry, spitting out blood, and teetering precariously as it fell off the mountain peak.

Severe damage.

But that wasn't enough to kill a powerful ancient red dragon.

But at that moment, Duncan suddenly released his dragon spear, his figure soaring into the air and landing heavily on Lady Tyrell's back. The man, with his chest bare, traversed a distance of more than ten meters, then vanished in a flash, reappearing above the Bloodflame Tyrant's head.

violent.

Sword Stance - Decapitation!

Duncan gripped the Balrog's decapitation sword tightly with both hands, and with a clang, cleaved it into the Bloodflame Tyrant's skull. The blade shattered the dragon scales and almost got stuck in the skull.

boom!
Driven by agony, the Bloodflame Tyrant went berserk and slammed its head into a nearby mountain peak, causing cracks to appear on a rock more than ten meters in diameter. Duncan, facing the collapsing boulder, instantly grabbed its dragon horn and held his body firmly in place.

On the other side of the mountaintop, Sarala felt her breath catch in her throat. Her hands were clenched so tightly they turned white, and she could barely breathe. All she could see was the man standing between the horns of the ancient red dragon amidst the spray of dragon flames and blood. He steadied himself by gripping the horns, then spun around with one hand, dodging the dragon's breath as it turned its head. He then stepped on the dragon's neck and roared again, like a berserker from a savage era, swinging the Flame Demon Decapitation Sword at the Blood Flame Tyrant's skull once more.

Rampage!

The Bloodflame Tyrant abandoned the Sun Bearer beside it and used its powerful body to repeatedly ram the mountain peak, almost leveling the summit. However, it still couldn't shake off the man. Then, it soared into the air and spun at high speed, but the man remained firmly attached to its head, between a pair of ferocious dragon horns, as if it were a leech.

Blood spilled.

Dragon flames swept through the sky.

In an instant, Duncan's figure seemed to step into thin air, falling directly from a height of over a thousand meters.

Sarala, watching from afar, was on tenterhooks, while the silver dragon Sereneia, directly opposite, pounced forward, trying to catch Duncan as he was about to fall.

But the next second, Duncan's figure suddenly flashed and reached out to grab the huge dragon spear that was piercing into the body of the ancient red dragon. This dragon spear was like a lever, and even bent slightly due to the force of the fall. Then his figure suddenly exerted force and sprang up again, landing on the back of the Bloodflame Tyrant.

A raging fire, as real as a physical flame, was burning!

Duncan leaped forward, his Flame Demon Greatsword creating countless afterimages as he slashed wildly at the ancient red dragon's head. Scalding dragon blood splattered, burning its skin. The two figures began to spin rapidly in the sky and plummet. Under the continuous heavy blows, cracks appeared all over the ancient red dragon's skull.

Rumble!
Like a falling meteor, the Bloodflame Tyrant's massive body crashed heavily in front of the dragon's nest, and the terrifying shockwave spread in all directions, the dust it raised obscuring everything within a radius of hundreds of meters.

As the silver dragon Sereneia hastily cast a spell to dispel the dust, her pupils contracted as she witnessed the most shocking scene of her life.

The impact of the fall nearly pierced through the Bloodflame Tyrant's chest, and the man's body was covered in burn marks from the dragon's breath. His skin was completely carbonized, making him look almost unrecognizable, like a burned corpse. However, his blood-red eyes were still filled with terrifying fighting spirit and surging life energy.

Undying Berserk!

He knelt on one knee in the huge crater, staggered to his feet, then gripped the dragon spear with both hands. The moment he pulled it out, a torrent of scorching dragon blood gushed out.

Bathed in the scalding dragon blood, which resembled magma, he let out a wild battle roar towards the sky.

The Blood Flame Tyrant is dead!
The radiance of divine grace appeared, and even the goddess of joy, Lira, seemed to tremble slightly, as the faint light of divine power flickered. From a distance, Sarala rushed over like a madwoman, holding a holy seal and chanting, casting a healing spell on the man.

Only after the healing spell was cast did she collapse to the ground, as if utterly exhausted.

At this moment, Duncan seemed like he might suddenly die at any moment, but as long as he survived and his berserk power remained, he could still owe Death half a life.

The strong winds scattered the dust.

As the battle ended, everyone present couldn't help but look at the enormous red dragon corpse, which resembled a small mountain, and the majestic figure bathed in dragon blood. This scene deeply shocked them.

On a distant mountain peak, Adam, who was directing and controlling the Dragon Slayer Crossbow, could even feel the emblem on his chest burning, as if it were leaving a brand.

God of War - Tempas.

As a devout follower of the god of war, he even seemed to hear the god's fanatical battle roar. This exhilarating bloody battle excited even the king of war.

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(End of this chapter)