Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 384 Slaying the Dragon
How to slay a dragon? Find it, block it, and kill it.

"The hardest part of slaying a dragon is always cornering it and preventing its escape."

Although it's a bit convoluted, reality is straightforward: dragons often only stay in their lair, whether for treasure, for dignity, or simply because they are trapped deep within the lair and unable to escape.

"He will not back down again."

It seems that they have already sensed their fate.

It seems that she has already realized that she cannot escape.

It seems that it has exhausted all its means, and those thousands of tactical manuals probably did not prepare for this kind of desperate situation where it loses everything and is trapped in its own territory.

It seems that, as a player, it can afford to lose.
"You half-breed scum, if you want my dragon head, come and get it!"

Enraged, Silvadiro struggled to his feet, spurting blood and scattering golden powder.

It has reached a dead end.

Severely injured and forced to advance, he was trapped in his own dragon's nest. Part of his wings were completely burned to bone and charcoal, while another part was coated with gold powder and turned into metal. At this most vulnerable moment, his body was in an unstable state, and he couldn't even use his innate abilities.

So, rather than fleeing in a sorry state and being crushed to death, it's better to be like a true war dragon...

"You want me to die on the battlefield? Fine, come with me then."

The giant beast, struggling to its feet, stomped its foot, causing the entire hall to shake violently.

"boom!"

The brass and metal scattered on the ground were all slapped up, and in the next moment, they transformed into a metal storm that attacked the opponent.

This is the rare and luxurious evolutionary ability of the Dragon of Wealth, but it is only the beginning of this deadly battle.

"Ouch!"

The great dragon roared, its power on a completely different level from the shadow dragon and black dragon Rean had seen before. The terrifying dragon's might reverberated throughout the small hall, and Silvadiro had already shown his will to die.

Half of the ferocious dragon head is painted with gold, while the other half remains a sapphire crown.

A terrifying psychic power surged through his body, with "healing" and "enhancing" lights flashing continuously. For psychic beings of the dragon type, psychic powers are too ineffective for attack and are mostly used for support.

"Ow!"

It was a roar, a howl, and a direct attack.

Wherever its dragon head roared, walls shattered and the air was forcibly distorted; the excessively expanded, high-risk energy tore everything in sight apart in the form of sound waves.

"ELDER (The Fire of the Furnace)"

At that moment, a burst of intense flames erupted and blocked the sonic breath.

In a sense, the gathered flames are the dragon breath of the "Red Dragon". When dragon breath collides with dragon breath, when aggregates of elements entangle with aggregates of elements, it all comes down to their relative strength.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the two sides canceled each other out. Rean's energy level as a "half-dragon" was actually balanced with that of the enraged true dragon. Rean still lost, but by a small margin.

At least after they dissipated from each other, the remaining shockwave that sent Rean flying didn't cause much damage.

This scene brought a smile to Rean's face, but it also made Silvadillo even more annoyed.

"The tactics were wrong, but the overall strategy was corrected from the beginning."

The only thing the dragon of war regrets is its own mistakes.

It was this that disrupted the earth's veins, causing the elements to suddenly erupt and flow back. That's why the absurd nine-headed elemental dragon came about.

This area is adjacent to the Fire Elemental Plane, where the disrupted ley lines have caused a surge in fire element, further raising the ceiling of fire magic. For fire dragons that can command fire element, this practically grants them limitless possibilities.

The authority to command the fire elementals is in the hands of the red dragon. Adding this to the overflowing fire elemental environment is equivalent to directly feeding it and supplying it with mana.

Silvadiro stared intently at the black dragon descendant before him. He had actually considered this possibility. But the black skin, the skin of a black dragon that should belong to water and acid, made him completely ignore the possibility.

Silvadiro disrupted the ley lines, completely crippling the intruder's spellcasting abilities. Strategically, this was to leverage the dragon race's inherent talents, using their powerful physique combined with racial abilities and innate spellcasting abilities to overwhelm their opponent.
Is this fate's mockery of those who scheme and plot?

As it turned out, it made the opponent's Dragon Word sorcerer ridiculously powerful. Who would have thought that this young dragonborn would have such a high ceiling in Dragon Word, and it just so happens to be the "fire" element paired with the elemental tides?

Rean simply smiled in response. The dragon was about to die; let it say whatever it wanted. There was no need to reveal its trump card at this time.

"Evil-Slaying Slash!"

As the dragon lunged forward, the dragon-speaking sorcerer suddenly picked up his longsword and unleashed a swift and vicious Evil-Slaying Slash.

The tough dragon hide and the dragon claws covered in gold dust were actually cut through by those "tiny needles". After the skin was damaged, the radiant damage followed.

In this area where flames erupted, even the combined damage of light and fire increased several times over.

In that brief moment of collision, the black-armored knight was sent flying, while the dragon lost a claw, its wound bursting and carbonizing. The agonizing Silvadironi howled incessantly; after all, it was only a young dragon that had recently come of age and had never suffered such an injustice.

"Die!"

At that moment, another dragonborn, Hela, stood on its dragon eye.

As the desperate sword strike fell, the dragon's eyes and the dragon's courage shattered simultaneously. The dragon rolled on the ground, trying to abandon the nimble swordsman, but the wind-attribute swordsman spread his dragon wings, how could he be abandoned by the dragon?

Sword after sword, the vital parts of the dragon's head were repeatedly struck, and Hela's ruthlessness far exceeded Rean's expectations.

"Hoo!" Rean was still breathing deeply. The dragon's heart was constantly replenishing its magic power, but it was still not enough for him to activate the next dragon's word.

Then let's cut it.

He kept slashing, kept exchanging wounds, and kept using the Deer Heart to recover.

Hela skillfully evaded the attacks, and the ghostly assassin continued to inflict wounds on the dragon. Rean, heavily armored, became exceptionally difficult to deal with at this moment, constantly enduring the blows head-on.

At this moment, the Bone Dragon's soul was rapidly digested, transforming into his inexhaustible life force and magic.

"ELDER (The Fire of the Furnace)!"

Having just recovered some of his magic power, Rean did not hesitate to use Dragon Word magic again.

By this time, the unfortunate dragon, having been hit by Rean's fire spells too many times, had unknowingly been shattered too many times by the "Wallbreaker." In reality, armor breaches are not debuffs that disappear after a while; without healing and repair, broken armor is equivalent to being defenseless.

Perhaps, at this moment, the dragon's fire resistance and physical defense have been reduced to negative values. And the radiance of the Demon-Slaying Slash brings more wounds with each strike.

Retreat? There's no way to retreat.

The two or three parties have already engaged in a fierce battle, with the three dragons fighting and killing each other once again.

If you bite me, I'll slash you and bite you back. The fight between us has become the most primitive and cruel form of mutual attrition.

At this point, it all comes down to who survives to the end.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, an hour—the dragon's vitality was undeniable, and Rean felt he might not see the sun rise tomorrow.

They bled each other, which was a necessary depletion; both sides were already stained crimson.

Hela was the first to withdraw from the deadly battle, surprised to find that her energy expenditure and willpower were no match for the "weaker" Rean.

That knight in black armor seemed to know no fatigue, no pain, and no fear.

Let us continue, let us continue, in this hellish battlefield, we will dance together until our end.

How much time has passed? You blood-red one-eyed dragon, why are you slow? Why aren't you attacking me anymore? Well, I'll come back again!
"Exorcising Slash!" Just as Rean swung his sword again, leaving the dragon with wounds all over its body, suddenly, a hand grabbed him from behind.

"What? Did I tell you not to interfere?" Rean, his eyes bloodshot, turned around complainingly.

"It's dead."

Upon hearing this, Rean was taken aback. When he looked over again, he saw the Dragon's One Eye, which had died with its eyes wide open.

For some reason, looking at the mountain of dragon corpses, Rean felt a mixture of excitement and regret.
"Next time, let's have a true dragon in its prime."

(End of this chapter)