I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Chapter 133 is all about powerful forces! (3k)

Puser carefully observed the three energy projections, his massive head turning slightly.

Dragon Brain rapidly weighed the pros and cons of each plan.

He first looked at [Source Energy Blast (Gold)], the pale red, restless energy ball was nothing more than a flashy but impractical decoration in his eyes.

Soul shock?

It might be useful against lower-level creatures, but against a black dragon like Malcolm, or even other true dragons that might be encountered in the future—

The souls of dragons are inherently incredibly resilient, and this slight disturbance poses no real threat.

Moreover, removing the burning damage actually diminishes the Dragon Blast's original suppressive effect on flesh and blood.

The area-of-effect shockwave seems practical, but the cone-shaped breath attack is already an area-of-effect attack, so it's better to eliminate enemies more directly through physical attacks.

If you can overpower someone physically in a fair and square way, why bother with some kind of soul-shaking attack?

His gaze then fell upon [Armor-Piercing Dragon Breath (Gold)].

The sheer power of the crimson linear trajectory tearing through space caused his scales to tremble slightly, granting him 60% ignore defense and 100% extra damage to his scales.

The numbers are indeed tempting, and the fusion of dragon breath and explosion seems to fit his attack style.

But when he saw "Can no longer perform cone-shaped breath", Puse's vertical pupils instantly turned cold.

The cone-shaped breath is the core advantage of dragon breath, capable of creating a large-scale suppression effect.

If it becomes a single linear trajectory, not only will the attack range be greatly limited, but it may also be evaded by agile opponents.

Sacrificing attack range for single-target power felt a bit unfair to Poseidon, like unloading a nuclear launcher to load laser beams.

"The numbers are indeed tempting, but I can't sacrifice area-of-effect damage for single-target damage!"

Finally, his gaze settled on the dynamic projection of [Energy Accumulation Blast (Gold)].

The process of energy condensing and erupting caused the dragon blood within him to subtly stir.

Charge up to increase damage; at its peak, it can absolutely penetrate armor—this is the most powerful killing move!

True dragon scales are even stronger than mithril, impervious to magic and difficult to penetrate with physical attacks.

Ordinary defense-weakening techniques are simply insufficient; only 100% absolute armor penetration can inflict the greatest damage on a true dragon in a single strike.

As for the drawbacks of charging up, such as reduced movement speed and increased vulnerability to attacks, these are negligible in Pu Se's eyes.

He already possesses the [Noble Dragon] ability to remove all negative effects, and even if he is attacked while charging up, he can instantly erase the injury.

Moreover, given his ability to fall asleep instantly, ordinary enemies simply cannot get close to him.

[Fall in bed immediately (Bronze): Every time you fall asleep immediately, you may receive the blessing of the wind, permanently increasing your speed by 1]

"My speed increased, but my speed decreased when I was storing energy. With one decrease and one increase, it means that my speed neither increased nor decreased."

"In other words, there are no side effects! It's all enhancement, all powerful strength!!"

More importantly, this plan fits his fighting style: he remains silent until he makes a stunning move.

Dragons are naturally adept at accumulating power for explosive bursts, and their energy-accumulating explosions take this advantage to the extreme.

Whether facing Malcolm in the present moment or other formidable enemies in the future, this charged explosion, capable of piercing armor, will become his most lethal trump card.

The pros and cons of the three options flashed through his mind in an instant, and a trace of determination flashed in Puse's icy blue vertical pupils: "I choose [Charged Blast]."

The moment the words fell, the dynamic projection that displayed the accumulation and eruption of power suddenly exploded, transforming into a dense torrent of golden energy that surged into Puse's body like a rushing river!

The tiny starlight particles that had been surrounding him suddenly became violent, and the dark blue magical aura flickered violently.

The stone floor of the Dragon King's Court trembled slightly due to this enormous energy, and countless fine cracks spread out from beneath him.

Puse's body tensed slightly as he felt the power of the Dragon Explosion within him being completely reshaped.

A more concentrated and domineering explosive force slowly condensed in his mouth.

Although the power was not yet fully formed, it already filled the entire space with a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.

The torrent of golden energy surged and merged within Puse's body, completely reshaping the foundation of Dragon Blast.

The originally scattered explosive power was condensed into an extremely thin but terrifyingly dense energy core, which settled in his throat.

The starlight particles were no longer frantic, but flowed slowly along the patterns of the dragon scales, as if covering the massive body with a layer of fine starlight gauze.

The tremors in the Dragon King's court gradually subsided.

Pu Se's vertical pupils slowly closed, and a deep, satisfied hum emanated from his throat. The languor ingrained in the blood of the dragon race surged up instantly.

His massive body stretched out slightly, his forepaws rested casually on the cracked stone ground, and his wing membranes gently folded, wrapping himself into a giant dark blue cocoon.

Puselong rested its head on its broad forelimbs and fell into a deep sleep, the magical elements within its body quietly blending with the newly acquired power during its slumber.

The wind from outside the city seeped through the cracks in the palace gates, and the daily life in Starfall City continued as usual: the sound of hammers from the blacksmith's shop and the hustle and bustle of the streets.

Pu Se slept soundly.

After all, Starfall City was guarded by Green, and the expeditionary force had Cedric's assistance, so he only needed to sleep in the Dragon King's Court.

White starlight floated and sank around Puse, becoming the only faint light in the Dragon King's Court, where guards came and went in waves.

The city remained calm, but in the western frontier area, where stars fell, under the cover of night, dark waves quietly stirred.

That area was gradually expanded out by the Starshine Kingdom in the last two years.

Scattered farmhouses stand in wooden huts, and occasionally a few small adventure teams will stop here to rest.

The Second Knights' camp was located on the edge of the pioneering area, like a stabilizing pillar planted between the wheat fields in the forest.

Oliver left behind three squads of knights from the Second Order, sixty men in total, stationed at three watchtowers to guard the borders of the frontier.

At the beginning of the night, only a few farmers lost a few livestock. The knights at the watchtower searched around and only found a few strands of dark purple spider silk in the grass.

They assumed it was just a giant spider in the forest causing trouble and didn't take it seriously.

But as the days went by, some farmers who were keeping watch at night began to hear faint whispers.

When I opened my eyes again, there were footprints on the muddy ground that were different from those of humans, and the humans around me began to disappear one by one.

The knights at the watchtower finally became alert and sent out several knights to guard the village.

They were found lying in the woods in the morning light the next day.

The armor bore the marks of precise cuts made by a sharp blade, and black blood flowed from the wound on his neck.

The captain of the knights guarding the area hurriedly sent people to deliver the message, but all these messages were stopped by the night at the border of the pioneering area.

Several messages were sent to Oliver, but the carrier pigeons disappeared halfway. When Oliver arrived at the western camp, he only saw the knights at the watchtower with solemn expressions.

Most of the farmers in the area had taken refuge in the central wooden stockade. The stockade gates were kept tightly shut day and night, and simple bows and arrows were mounted on the wooden walls. Everyone's face was filled with fear.

Oliver was initially unaware of the situation and thought it was just monsters or beasts from the mountains causing trouble, which he believed he could resolve on his own.

But after several days of night patrols led by him, he finally sensed something was wrong.

That was the fifteenth day after returning to the West.

The night was so dark that the moonlight was completely obscured by the branches and leaves of the Blackwood Forest.

Oliver walked along the forest patrol path with four knights, his right foot stepping on fallen leaves.

Suddenly, the knight beside him groaned and fell to the ground from his standing position.

Oliver caught a glimpse of a purple shadow flashing past in the shadows of the trees.

A three-inch-long gash had been cut into the shoulder armor of the knight's armor, and the wound was turning blue at a visible speed.

"Be on guard!" Oliver growled.

He drew his longsword, a flash of silver light in the night, and barely parried a dark purple short blade that was thrust at him from the side and behind.

The blade of the short sword gleamed coldly, held in a pair of pale, slender hands.

The owner of the hand was hidden behind a tree, still shrouded in the night, with only a pair of scarlet eyes and long, silvery-white hair hanging over his shoulders visible.

Drow elves!

Oliver's heart sank. He swung his sword to force the drow back, glancing around at his surroundings.

A dozen or so purple figures had appeared in the shadows of the trees, each with a slender build.

Their movements were as swift as ghosts, lurking in the darkness like venomous snakes.

Oliver's sword slammed heavily against the dark purple dwarf, and the drow elf in the shadows groaned and retreated into the darkness.

But those scarlet eyes remained fixed on him.

A great deal of doubt surged within him.

Drow elves live in the eternal night of the Underdark, so how did they suddenly set foot on the surface?

"How did you end up here?"

Oliver pointed his longsword diagonally at the ground: "Guests from the Underdark, why have you suddenly appeared in the territory of the Starshine Kingdom?"

There was no response from the shadows of the trees, only a faint, whispering sound, like spiders spinning silk, as the drow elves silently launched their attack.

The next second, three purple figures suddenly appeared, their short blades whistling as they cut through the air, blocking Oliver's dodge angles from the left and right.

The other attack went straight for his side, leaving him vulnerable. The movement was so fast that the accompanying knights had no time to come to his aid and could only parry the drow that was closing in on him.

Oliver suddenly spun and shifted to the side, his longsword drawing a tight, impenetrable silver arc.

With three crisp clangs, he forcefully parried the three short blades.

These drow are far more powerful than rumored, and their moves are ruthless and cunning, each strike aimed at vital points. The darkness on their blades carries deadly poison.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a knight being attacked by two drow. A short blade slashed through the knight's leg guards, and black venom instantly spread up his calf.

The knight groaned and fell to his knees, about to have his throat slit by a short blade.

Oliver's eyes widened in fury. He thrust his hips forward, aiming a straight punch at the back of the drow who was wielding a blade, forcing the man to turn and block. At the same time, he shouted angrily.

"Form a shield formation! Back to back!"

The few remaining knights managed to gather together, their longswords clashing to form a makeshift shield.

But the drow elves were incredibly fast; their purple shadows darted through the trees like ghosts.

Short blades occasionally pierced through the gaps, each time carrying a poisoned, cold glint, and the gaps in the shield array were being torn open little by little.

Although the Drow elves are a sub-branch of the elves, they were banished to the Underdark.

But since these guys can call themselves dark elves, then their life form must be inherently superior to that of the long-eared race in Starshine City.