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

Chapter 78 The Death of the Red Dragon (3k)

Pu Se did not rush to make a move.

He simply flapped his wings and hovered in mid-air, his vertical pupils lowered, looking down at the chaotic scene below with great interest.

The red dragon beast went completely mad.

Unable to see anything, it could only frantically swing its massive body out of instinct.

The roar emanating from its throat, with each breath spewing forth scalding magma, was a torrent of dragon breath.

The crimson flames landed on the snow, making a sizzling sound. The snow instantly melted into scalding puddles, which were then quickly frozen into ice by the cold wind.

The dragon's breath swept across the forest haphazardly, setting towering trees ablaze with flames that illuminated the snow-covered landscape in a fiery red.

The Silver Leaf Knights' ranks were already in complete disarray.

The low-ranking knights screamed and fled in all directions, some of them crashing into tree trunks in their panic, suffering head injuries and bleeding profusely.

Some people got their robes scorched by flying sparks and frantically tried to brush them off, but accidentally stepped into a puddle of melting snow and grimaced from the cold.

Captain Oliver roared as he organized the defensive line, drawing his longsword as he attempted to organize the knights into an effective fighting force.

However, the Red Dragon Beast's frenzied charge was completely unpredictable. With a sweep of its thick tail, swathes of trees collapsed, startling the knights into retreating.

Karen stood at the very front of the group, her face as solemn as a frozen lake.

He stared intently at Pusser in mid-air.

This blue dragon is incredibly powerful; it can't be judged by conventional standards. This isn't hunting at all; it's toying with its prey.

They were even using this crazed red dragon as a target to test their strength.

Humans who are too useless are not qualified to bathe in dragon blood at this grand feast!

Looking at the disheveled state of the humans below, Pu Se couldn't help but let out a mocking smile.

He deliberately let out a low dragon roar, the sound filled with mockery, as if urging the red dragon beast to make even more of a ruckus.

As expected, the red dragon beast was driven even more frenzied by the dragon's roar.

It suddenly raised its head and spewed out a dragon breath that was thicker than ever before, heading in the direction from which the sound came.

Crimson flames shot straight into the sky, almost grazing past Puse's wing membrane.

Pu Se deftly dodged to the side, his smile deepening.

The pheasant in the air swooped down again.

He precisely locked onto the red dragon's hind leg, which was still kicking wildly, and his sharp dragon claws, carrying a strong wind, dug deep into the gaps in its scales.

The red dragon's thick hind leg was broken off and hung down crookedly.

Crimson dragon blood spurted out, leaving a shocking red stain on the snow.

A heart-wrenching wail echoed throughout the forest as the red dragon beast completely lost the strength to support itself, its massive body crashing heavily into the snow, sending up a cloud of snowflakes.

It flailed its remaining intact limbs in vain, its blind eyes gazing towards the sky, letting out desperate and angry roars.

But the dragon's breath, which was like magma, had become so weak that it could hardly even condense into a flame.

Karen looked up abruptly, her gaze meeting directly in the vertical pupils of Puse in mid-air.

Those were very cold eyes; the mocking smile had not completely faded, but deep within them surged an almost cruel indifference.

Like an unchanging glacier, like a wildfire that burns everything away, like a god looking down on ants, it leisurely plays with its prey in its palm, sparing no mercy.

Karen's heart skipped a beat.

He understood everything in those eyes: Puse's contempt for the Red Dragon Beast, his unbridled playfulness in treating the hunt as a game, and his scrutiny of the humans below.

Those who pass the test will receive a share of the spoils; those who fail, being worthless, will turn into dust in the snow along with the red dragon beast.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The howling of the wind and snow, the wailing of the red dragon beast, and the panting of the knights all faded into silence.

The eyes of the man and the dragon met in mid-air.

There were no words, no shouts, yet it was as if they had traversed thousands of years, seeing through each other's thoughts.

Karen's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He slowly straightened his back, meeting those cold, vertical pupils, his eyes devoid of fear, and slowly drew Excalibur from his hand.

This is a longsword with exceptional beauty.

The silver scabbard is engraved with tiny star stones, which shimmer with a faint glow in the firelight and snowlight.

The azure hilt is wrapped in soft, star-patterned leather, and the curve of the grip fits comfortably in the hand. A rhombus-shaped blue crystal hangs from the end.

The moment the sword was drawn, a dazzling golden light burst forth, so bright it was almost blinding.

The blade was as clear as melting sunlight, so sharp that it was almost blinding. Even Puse in the sky narrowed his eyes slightly.

Amidst the panic of all the knights, Karen stepped forward alone.

He faced the red dragon's desperate roar and approached it step by step, his speed increasing until he was just a blur.

The dying red dragon was still futilely shaking its neck, with murky blood foam constantly oozing from the corners of its mouth, and its heavy breathing sounded like a broken bellows.

Karen raised Excalibur in her hand, the golden blade humming as if yearning for the nourishment of dragon blood.

Without the slightest hesitation, he exerted force in his arm, channeling all his strength into the sword.

The longsword sliced ​​through the air, leaving a dazzling golden light, and swung down fiercely towards the red dragon beast's neck.

That was the most vulnerable and fatal flaw that Poseidon had deliberately left for him.

"Pfft"

The sound of a sharp blade slicing into flesh was dull yet clear, and scalding dragon blood gushed out, instantly staining Karen's armor and cloak crimson.

The golden blade pierced almost halfway into the dragon's neck, severing all the tendons and bones.

The red dragon felt the fear of death.

It was afraid.

This extreme fear, like a scorching flame, instantly ignited Karen's dormant blood.

An indescribable sense of excitement spread through my limbs and bones.

He could clearly feel the muscles on the dragon's neck trembling wildly beneath his palm, and he could smell the dragon's blood mixed with...

A sweet, metallic scent that evokes fear.

Karen's lips curled up uncontrollably.

Those eyes, which were originally solemn, were now surging with a cruel pleasure, just like Puse's.

He exerted sudden force and twisted his wrist sharply.

The golden blade churned within the dragon's neck, tearing apart more flesh and bones.

Karen's fighting spirit grew stronger, her eyes burning with intense desire.

Just as he was about to finish off the dying beast with another stroke, the red dragon beneath him suddenly began to struggle with all its might.

As if driven to the extreme by its survival instinct, it dragged its broken hind legs and drooping wings and darted out across the snow.

While Karen was still stunned, the red dragon beast had already darted far away.

It couldn't see the road ahead, and could only rush forward like a madman, driven by its survival instinct. It didn't even care about the tree trunks that broke off and hit its back.

When Karen came to her senses, she was already more than a hundred meters away from the crimson figure.

From mid-air, Puse took in everything, his massive head bowing as he met Karen's gaze.

Karen could tell from Puse's eyes that Puse was still satisfied with him.

The mockery in those vertical pupils faded slightly, no longer the indifferent disdain for ants, but instead a faint hint of approval.

It's as if the hunter has finally come to appreciate his trained hounds, and that the carefully planned hunting game has not been in vain.

Before Karen could turn her thought of the hunt into action, Puser in mid-air moved.

The dark blue figure cut through the wind and snow with astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, they passed Karen and caught up with the staggering red dragon beast.

He didn't even bother to dive down; he simply hovered above the red dragon's head, his sharp claws carrying a strong wind as he reached straight for the back of its neck.

This claw strike snapped the red dragon's already half-broken neck.

The red dragon beast had no time to react; its indestructible scales and bones were easily pierced.

Puse tightened its claws, exerted a sudden force, and ripped off the still-struggling head, spraying crimson dragon blood like rain.

Its massive body crashed to the ground, creating a deep crater in the snow. Warm dragon blood gushed out, quickly turning the snow into a shocking red.

Puse shook the blood off its claws and turned its head slightly to the side.

His blue vertical pupils swept over Karen in the distance, the faint trace of approval in his eyes not yet fading, but was soon covered by his usual contempt.

He suddenly opened his mouth, and a deep dragon roar clearly reached the ears of every knight, his tone full of undisguised contempt.

"A bunch of useless trash! Aside from Karen, you ants aren't even good enough to be considered part of the group!"

These words were like a resounding slap across the face of the Silver Leaf Knights.

Puse's gaze swept over the frozen crowd below: "However, you're quite lucky. If you want to get rid of this pathetic state and improve your strength, the solution is right in front of you."

He raised his paw and pointed to the pool of dragon blood in the snow that was still steaming.

"The blood of this red dragon is an excellent nutrient for tempering the body and enhancing life energy."

"Want to get stronger? Then come and bathe in dragon blood! Become a mighty Dragonblood Knight!!"

This almost humiliating order enraged all the knights present.

The knights' faces turned red, but none of them dared to refute them.

During the hunt just now, they could only flee in panic, and didn't even have the courage to approach the red dragon beast.

Captain Oliver was the first to move.

He let out a low roar and charged towards the crimson dragon blood without hesitation. His rough palms pressed hard into the warm bloodstains, and the scalding dragon blood seeped up between his fingers, making his parched veins feel faintly warm.

With the first person taking the lead, the remaining knights could no longer suppress the desire in their hearts.

Forgetting their earlier shame and embarrassment, they pounced on the dragon's blood like madmen.

Some people knelt down and buried their faces in the blood pools, while others tore off their armor, letting the dragon blood soak through their clothes and seep into every inch of their skin.

Screams of pain and muffled groans rose and fell, the process of tempering the body with dragon blood was far more painful than imagined.

Many low-ranking knights had their skin burned red and blistered, but they gritted their teeth and refused to back down.

The opportunity to become stronger is right in front of them, and no one wants to miss it.

Karen stood there, looking at the crazy scene before her, and then looked up at Puse, who was still above the red dragon beast.

Pu Se looked down at the farce from his high vantage point, his vertical pupils completely unmoved, as if he were watching a group of ants fighting over scraps.

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