Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 374 Rescue
Unlike his previous gentlemanly demeanor when he met Rean, Osrosi now acted like a dog.

Some fell into the water, some had broken legs, and some had even had their fur plucked.

The incredibly powerful dragon mage was already in the best condition in the team, but when he fought against his own kind, he was still beaten to a pulp.

"Step back, evil dragon! We are an investigation team from the Land of Truth, the Dragon Kingdom!! You don't want to become our mortal enemy. Or would you like to see our dragon-hunting team?"

In the past, the shouts of these half-dragons in the dragon language, coupled with their status as members of the Dragon Kingdom, were enough to scare away lone young dragons.

Even a true dragon wouldn't need to act so recklessly if it really offended a powerful nation.

"The powerful nation on the other side of the continent, hahaha, great! I will have even more valuable spoils!"

But for this mad dragon, whose body was already half charred black, long-term considerations were meaningless.

What it cares about is simply the addition of more valuable pieces to the chessboard, or rather, the addition of a cherry to the cake. The noble status of those archmages is an unexpected delight for it.

"Don't run! My spoils!"

The one-eyed sapphire dragon, in a frenzy, smashed through the barrier of the large golem golem.

When it faced its target, it took a bite and turned a great mage skilled in prophecy into mincemeat on the spot.

Prophecy mages are notoriously overpowered and strong once they reach high levels. But even the strongest mage is reduced to mincemeat once they lose their spellcasting ability.

"puff!"

Then, it even rationally expelled flesh and blood along with its breath.

"Boom!" The explosion of magic directly blasted away another mage who had turned the wall into a fortress.

The dragon seemed somewhat dissatisfied; the explosion was much smaller than expected. Was the prophetic mage's magic power insufficient? Judging from his robes, he should have been of the highest rank and seemed to be a leader.

The answer came the next moment.

The prophetic mage instantly materialized from his phantom form.

Despite losing most of his equipment, he appeared to be unharmed from the outside.

However, in this state, forcibly altering the "prophecy of fate" caused him to cough up blood and become completely unable to move.

"Fool who plays with the threads of fate, your end is at this moment."

The sapphire dragon laughed wildly, preparing to deliver the final blow. It felt this was its moment of glory, when these once invincible opponents would soon be reduced to minced meat under its "exquisite tactics".

"Go away!"

This time, Osrosi did not back down.

If the archmage Rusta, who was leading the group, died in front of him, he wouldn't need to return to his country.

His flesh and blood transformed, first his right arm turning into a green dragon claw, and then his entire body began to deform. As a great mage, Osrosi also realized what kind of ability could be used in this environment.

"Ah!"

However, if this hastily conjured half-dragon could easily block a sapphire dragon that had become accustomed to its environment, it would be a gross underestimation of the power of a true dragon.

Less than five seconds into the exchange, Osrosi was sent flying backward, coughing up blood.

But by then, another spellcaster who wielded metal had already taken away the precious Archmage of Prophecy.

This also serves as a reminder to many observers: in such an environment, perhaps some ancient treasures could be more effective.

The precious archmages scattered and fled like wild dogs at that moment.

Osrosi didn't insist either; he didn't want to die!
With a determined effort, he launched his dragon wings and took off.

Now they've scattered and fled; some may die here, but life and death depend on their own abilities.

As for the apprentices hiding in the carriage? That's not important. I can just take more. I can't lower my own survival rate for the sake of these ordinary apprentices.

"Haha."

The sapphire dragon laughed gleefully, once again achieving a victory against overwhelming odds, driving it into a frenzy of excitement.

He increasingly felt that he was the chosen one, and this was his chance to rise to power.

In fact, a faint blue light covered it, and it did indeed have the glow of evolution. It had indeed started the evolutionary path of the "War Dragon," but it was unknown whether it would be able to successfully acquire it.

Therefore, this battle will be a test for it, and the final answer will depend on the result of achieving the greatest victory with the least cost, which will be its reliance as a messenger of war.

"Don't come over here, don't come over here!"

The dragon vein sorcerer, Sheena, huddled in the carriage's cabinet, her head in her hands. In the cabinet next to her and in the hidden compartment under the carriage, an apprentice trembled in fear.

She had no time to pay attention to anyone else; all she could do was hold her head and pray incessantly.

She was indeed one of the many disciples of the Grand Mage's teacher, but she was more of a support staff member. Even with a relatively strong bloodline, she didn't have much combat power at this moment.

She was filled with fear and unease. Faced with the dragon that was crushing her, she was completely unable to muster the will to resist. This was perhaps a normal choice, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

The dragon of war only wants prey of greater value; it's better to let these small fry go. However...
"The smell of hybrids is wonderful, it smells like very nutritious prey."

But probably nothing is more convenient than a true dragon to sense other hybrid dragonkin.

It suddenly felt a little hungry, which is quite rare. Most dragons do not have the instinct to eat their own kind, but this "fragrance" did indeed catalyze its hunting instinct.

Perhaps, having encountered the precious sapphire dragon, he decided to follow his instincts at that moment.

"boom!"

A drooling dragon gradually approached the carriage, and the people inside trembled with fear.
"Ahhh!"

One of the apprentices broke down and fled the carriage.

Then he was directly pierced by the "gem" and instantly turned into part of the stone.

The dragon stood in front of the carriage, about to peel off its "shell" and eat the little cake inside.

Sheena, who was hiding inside, was too terrified to move and was on the verge of death.

"Where did this bird come from!"

But at that moment, a black bird suddenly descended from the sky and attacked the powerful dragon.

"Ouch!"

With a dragon's roar, sound waves and a storm erupted, and the black bird was reduced to dust.

But at that moment, another black bird sneaked into the carriage.

"Hurry up if you don't want to die."

The black bird, which appeared to be a magical pet, actually spoke in front of Sheena.

Sheena nodded quickly, even though she didn't know what to grab.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The next moment, she understood.

The black bird grabbed her by the back, smashed through the carriage, and flew into the distance.

Meanwhile, the other two black birds each grabbed an apprentice and flew off in different directions.

In just a moment, while being entangled by the black bird, the arrogant sapphire dragon lost its target.
"It seems that the treasure in the box requires more trials to unlock."

The enormous dragon mouth spewed out energy that sounded like thunder, and the dragon flapped its wings and soared into the sky once more.

The bird seemed to be moving very fast, and even with three options, there was no guarantee of catching the prey. However, the direction in which the archmages had left, and the fact that they were uncontrollably overflowing with magic power, would serve as excellent landmarks.

"Let's go hunt that stupid half-dragon first."

Meanwhile, Sheena clung tightly to the black eagle, her grip unwavering even as she shivered from the blizzard.

Eagles are very fast, or rather, from the beginning, the controllable range of their riders is relatively limited, as the riders are not far away to begin with.

"Snapped!"

Black Hawk crashed, and Sheena, rolling on the ground, screamed repeatedly, only to roll right in front of a man.

His golden dragon eyes shone with a sun-like luster, far superior to his own murky, inferior glass-bead-like dragon eyes.

"You are..." When she saw the black eagle land on the man and turn into part of his armor, she knew that he was the one who had saved her.

At this moment, Rean pondered for a moment, glanced at the still underdeveloped blond girl in front of him, sighed that she couldn't compare to Dania, and then spoke.

"I met your teacher once, so I helped you out of the ordinary."

"Lies!" The sudden words startled Rean, while Sina waved her hands repeatedly, her face full of fear and unease, not like someone who was cursing him.

"It is the Eye of Truth, a very good dragon eye." And the Lord of Drama and Pleasure seems to have already recognized it.

It seems that the mixed-race girl in front of him has quite good racial talent? Rean nodded thoughtfully, while the little guy opposite him was already huddled up in fear.

After thinking for a moment, Rean continued.

"I didn't come here just to save you; we're probably related, and I came here specifically to take advantage of you."

This "truth" did not bring him relief; instead, it filled him with shock and disbelief.

"Relatives?! I'm an orphan, do you know my background?!"

(End of this chapter)