Defeating the World with the Power of One Dragon!

With a series of heavy rumbling sounds, the crimson fierce star descended in height, gradually revealing its true form.

Garoth's unfolded dragon wings covered the sky, his glowing red scales turning the torrential rain into a white mist. His majestic and towering body appeared faintly within.

He folded his wings and dove toward the human camp, the air compressed into a visible conical shockwave.

“Dragon! It’s a vicious dragon!”

The captain of the knights' roar was drowned out by the sonic boom.

The dense glowing red dragon scales tore through the wind and rain, leaving trails of steam that scattered toward the human camp.

Buzz!

Magic runes on the ground suddenly lit up one after another.

The defensive formation built here was activated, surrounding the camp with a bowl-shaped energy shield. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thick flames exploded like a roaring dragon.

The energy shield flickered, large cracks appearing on its surface.

“Defend!”

The captain’s pupils contracted sharply as he shouted.

The knights, fully armored and in training, raised their large shields.

Crash!

The shield shattered violently as if struck by a heavy blow.

Garoth’s powerful body tore through the magical shield. A pair of Wings of the Celestial Comet, radiating a cold light, fully unfurled like gigantic guillotines, slashing toward the knight formation.

“Dragon slayers! Dragon slayers!”

The captain raised his arms and shouted.

Clad in heavy armor and wielding a nearly four-meter-long spear, this knight led the charge against Garoth.

Magical energy surged within him; a flame-like energy reaction blazed on his body and extended to coat the spear. With a flick of his wrist, the spear flashed like lightning, thrusting toward the dragon’s head.

If he could wound the great dragon with the first strike, the entire knight order would swarm in, coordinating with alchemical golems, giving them a chance to take down the dragon. His sturdy physique ensured he wouldn’t die from a single blow when facing a dragon.

The next moment, the spear engraved with alchemical runes shattered beneath Garoth’s left claw.

Garoth’s left claw smashed the spear to pieces, and his right claw, wrapped in a furious gale, slammed onto the knight captain.

Boom!

The armor exploded into fragments. The captain’s proud body burst into a cloud of blood mist, leaving no bones behind.

Garoth showed no signs of slowing down and continued the charge.

Heavy shields, sturdy steel spears, and even knights’ bodies—

Tents and weapon racks in his path—

All were cleaved in two or shattered into blood mist and fragments.

In an instant, a quarter of the private army knights, whom the viscount had spent heavily to train, were lost.

Garoth tore through the knight formation like an unstoppable, indestructible dragon-shaped blade, soaring and sweeping across the formation again.

In just two dives within a short time, more than half of the brought knight order was dead, while Garoth’s only cost was a few insignificant scratches where their spears grazed his scales.

The remaining knights scattered.

Whoosh! An ice spear tore through the air, shooting at Garoth, but was shattered by his thick tail sweep.

A frost giant strode heavily, rushing forward, forming another ice spear in his hand, ready to throw.

Garoth flapped his dragon wings, pulling straight up to hover high in the sky.

Buzz buzz buzz!

Almost simultaneously, the roar of several engines sounded like thunder. The eyes of five alchemical golems lit up simultaneously, locking their gaze on Garoth.

The young spellcaster’s face was filled with fear.

The tent he was in was torn apart by the wind stirred by Garoth’s wing flap, exposing him completely to the pouring rain. His soaked hair clung tightly to his scalp, his face no longer showing the confident composure from before.

Tax Officer Brent fell into the muddy water, his legs trembling, unable to stand.

Only a middle-aged man with a cold, dark, and rough complexion stood firm like a rock battered by countless waves. Though small in stature, he was as heavy as a hill, immovable, radiating a tangible aura.

No, not just an aura, but “Qi.”

“Monk?”

Garoth narrowed his eyes, focusing on Bain.

The Martial Dragon he wanted to join originated from monks and could be considered an advanced monk profession for dragons. The traditional monk profession was the foundation and had some reference value.

Not afraid of revealing himself now, he directly used the Life Level Detection Technique on the monk, his eyes glowing brightly as he looked at him.

However, the detection was blocked.

His gaze could not penetrate the qi surrounding the monk.

This meant the monk’s life level exceeded Garoth’s, over level 10.

To Garoth, the monk’s qi burned like flame, tough but limited by his human body. That was all there was.

Meanwhile, the viscount’s son suppressed his inner fear, forcing calm as he looked at the powerful dragon circling above. He shouted, “Great Dragon! We have no grudge or enmity. Withdraw immediately, or do you want to attract an army to surround and kill you?!”

Showing weakness before a vicious dragon would not work.

Threatening with the might of the federation’s army might cause a retreat.

Unfortunately, Garoth was not just passing by on a whim to attack.

He had carefully considered the risks.

He lowered his gaze to the tiny creatures below and said, “Humans, the taxes you want, I will personally deliver. Are you not welcoming my arrival?”

The voice of the red iron dragon was low and deep, like thunder rolling through the clouds, shaking the hearts of those present.

Edmond’s face stiffened.

This dragon was the real lord behind that group of monsters?!

Damn it! If he had known earlier, he would have brought a stronger crusade force!

He never expected such a bold dragon to lurk near the trade route. This vicious dragon was no ordinary foe.

“We can renegotiate!”

Edmond shouted, “Violence is not the solution. Dragons are highly intelligent beings, not those inferior beasts. We’re willing to concede some benefits and cooperate formally with you!”

Regardless of whether his words were true,

once Garoth decided to show his fangs and reveal his true form, he never intended to spare these people.

“Lowly reptiles! It’s too late to beg for mercy now.”

“You must pay the price for angering the dragons.”

A roar like boiling magma approached, but it was not from Garoth.

Two smaller dragon shadows appeared, followed by countless ogres, lizardfolk, gnolls, and Graymane Werewolves forming an army, black and vast like a tide, surging toward the human camp from all directions.

The previous conversation was just to wait for the encirclement to form.

To eliminate any chance of escape.

The Iron Dragon and Red Dragon approached Garoth.

The Ignas brothers all soared high in the sky.

Roaring dragon might mixed together, combined with the monsters’ howls overpowering the rain, making even resolute knights pale and their hearts beat wildly.

The steadfast monk’s gaze darkened.

“Edmond, break out to the east!”

He said in a deep voice.

The nearest garrison was to the east. Drawing their attention and reinforcements was their only chance.

Edmond understood the urgency and tried to steady himself.

The frost giant, five alchemical golems, and knights regrouped, forming a conical formation around Edmond, rushing to break out eastward.

The stormy sky was cut into fragmented patches by three dragon shadows.

Garoth dove down in the center, moving fastest like a charging beast. First, the Iron Dragon and Red Dragon charged at the human battle line.

The hybrid dragon’s wings tore through the rain, glowing red scales dragging scorching trails through the air.

Two alchemical golems locked onto him, joints spewing overloaded high-temperature steam.

Their engine cores flickered wildly, pushing power to the limit.

One suddenly opened its chest plate, revealing a spinning saw blade inside. It leapt high, charging straight at the diving Garoth.

The red iron dragon’s sharp claws collided with the golem’s saw blade, sparks flying.

The screech of metal grinding painfully forced creatures within a hundred meters to cover their ears, but Garoth’s assault never faltered. His left claw firmly clamped the golem’s saw blade, and his right claw pierced its chest armor, slamming it into several knights. Steel and flesh exploded into mixed fragments in the rain.

As Garoth’s altitude dropped, more attacks followed.

Dauntless raised a heavy sword, slashing at Garoth’s neck.

Knight-like alchemical golems raised dark spears, energy patterns glowing like veins, stabbing at Garoth’s heart. Two others displayed their skills, attacking together.

Meanwhile, the frost giant formed an ice crystal war hammer radiating biting cold, striking Garoth’s back while he grappled with the golems.

This blow could shatter steel, but upon touching the dragon scales, it was rebounded, scattering ice shards.

Boom! Explosive flames filled the sight.

Garoth barely trembled, his tail whipping like a steel whip, knocking the giant backward to the ground. His chest skin cracked, revealing alloy-like ribs covered in cracks, but it roared and lunged again.

Reinforced by necromancy and alchemy, the body knew no pain.

Monk Bain didn’t directly strike but stood guard tightly in front of Edmond. Edmond’s heart pounded; his face was pale and blank. He tried to cast spells but couldn’t focus enough to even shape spell models.

Facing life and death, the greenhouse flower’s true form was revealed—fragile will like thin paper.

A genius?

Just a fool unaware of his limits, doomed to die young.

Around them, knights clashed fiercely with nearby monsters.

Having suffered heavy losses from Garoth’s earlier assault, the remaining knights were no match for the monsters, trudging through quagmire-like conditions.

Breakout was hopeless.

At the same time, the twelve-meter Iron Dragon arrived.

It entered the battle from the side, muscles tense, its steel-like body spinning. Its wings sliced into a golem’s waist, knocking it flying, both tumbling to the ground.

The ear-piercing sound of steel tearing filled the air; hydraulic oil sprayed like blood.

But the war machine grabbed the Iron Dragon tightly with both arms. Its chest armor cracked open, a dark cannon barrel charging and aiming at Sorog.

At this moment, a rune solid as substance tore through the air, landing on the golem.

It paused, stopping the charge, and loosened its grip on the Iron Dragon.

It was Samantha’s alchemy spell affecting the golem.

Lava-like fiery breath steamed the rain as Samantha exhaled, hitting the golem’s chest. Its armor quickly glowed red-hot, like molten iron, and the powerful impact forced it to retreat step by step.

The Iron Dragon growled low.

Hardened Body!

A deep black light instantly covered its body, making it look like pure steel, more beast-like than the surrounding golems.

Using its hardened body as a weapon, it charged.

As Samantha stopped her dragon breath, it slammed into the golem.

Countless parts scattered like rain.

The armor softened by the dragon breath was instantly torn open. Numerous parts scattered as the golem’s upper body was crushed.

“Reptiles! Feel fear and despair!”

Within a short time, they tore apart the human’s proud alchemical creations. Both the Iron Dragon and Red Dragon couldn’t help but roar in excitement.

Such a fierce battle was rare even in their long dragon lives.

After killing one golem, Sorog and Samantha didn’t indulge in victory but shifted focus to aid Garoth, who was surrounded upfront, hoping to impress him.

But when they looked at Garoth’s location,

They froze.

Centered on Garoth, two golems had been completely reduced to parts and debris scattered everywhere. Dauntless’s broken sword was stuck in the ground, dull and lifeless. Only the battered frost giant and two damaged golems were stubbornly holding on in front of him.

Garoth had also paid a price.

In the recent battle, all his Explosive Scales had been knocked off, exposing black-red inner scales.

Boom!

Garoth’s fiery claws pierced a golem’s chest, ripping it apart forcibly, and in the blink of an eye, he killed another golem.

The frost giant seized the fleeting chance, grabbing Garoth’s right hind leg with both arms and lifting with full strength.

The red iron dragon lost balance, but the last golem ambushed from behind, its right arm morphing into a drill, fiercely stabbing Garoth’s spine.

At the critical moment, Garoth’s dragon wings rolled back like blades, slicing the golem’s half body away.

But the drill still grazed the dragon scales, leaving a bleeding scratch.

The red iron dragon’s pupils contracted into narrow slits, cold and indifferent, suddenly turning its head.

Garoth was not angry over this minor wound but because he saw the monk holding the spellcaster by the back of his neck like a chicken, leaping and dodging with him.

Not only knights,

Even golems and giants were abandoned.

The thin figure contained strength not inferior to a young dragon and moved with unimaginable agility.

The monk gathered qi in his legs, striding rapidly like lightning, running faster than a young dragon flying at full speed.

Monsters closed in on the monk.

Either disappearing from sight before approaching,

Or invisible in their movements, being struck away by his heavy, powerful fists and feet.

Gluttonous Ogre Karu pursued the monk heavily but was slower, only able to glare in frustration, venting his anger on the knights after a few steps.

The monster knights of the Crimson Iron Riders tried to chase and hinder but couldn’t keep up.

Sorog and Samantha noticed the fleeing monk, leapt into the air, and chased after him, but the distance only widened.

“These monsters can’t keep up with me.”

“All knights and golems were destroyed here, heavy losses, but at least I can bring the young master back alive.”

Bain had watched Edmond grow up and treated him as his own.

He extended some qi onto Edmond, protecting his fragile body from harm during the high-speed movement.

The monk’s speed was extremely fast, and his life level surpassed all monsters here.

Even carrying a person,

He quickly broke through the encirclement, leaving the monster horde behind, rushing toward the garrison in the east at top speed.

Just then,

Zzzt! Zzzt!

A stirring sound like countless lightning bolts boiling and dancing erupted.

Bain’s heart tightened inexplicably. His keen senses honed over years detected danger. Instinctively, he glanced back.

In his sight, the sturdy red iron dragon crouched on all fours, body low.

The last golem lay beneath it, twisted and shattered from a fierce blow. Only the frost giant puppet formed by necromancy and alchemy dragged its broken body, attacking the red iron dragon.

Zzzt! Zzzt!

Golden lightning burst forth from its body, flashing through the scale gaps.

Dense, dazzling, brilliant.

The already strong body swelled another size, covered in soaring golden lightning. Its posture and aura dwarfed everything before.

Crash!

The frost giant’s upper body suddenly exploded, smashed by a dragon claw.

Bain’s pupils constricted sharply.

He withdrew his gaze and squeezed his qi to the limit.

Swift Wind Step!

Like a gale sweeping the land, he dashed rapidly.

But within less than a second, an alarm rang in his heart, and he paused, shifting sideways.

Boom!

Flame Thunder, like lightning and blazing fire, struck where he had just stood, blasting a shocking deep pit in the ground. Massive electric arcs extended along the rainwater, still landing on the monk, numbing his body.

On the other side,

Garoth flapped his wings, claws gouging scorched marks in the earth, his body wrapped in golden lightning, launched like a cannonball, skimming the ground at incredible speed.

He quickly surpassed the Red Dragon and Iron Dragon.

Coming from behind at an unbelievable speed, he charged toward the monk.

In his pupils reflected the approaching crimson-golden lightning. The monk enveloped Edmond in qi and threw him forcefully toward the distance.

“Run!”

After the simple order,

The monk turned and faced Garoth.

His whole aura boiled to the extreme.

Diamond Body!

The qi cultivated over many years burst forth, condensing into thick bronze on his body surface.

Mind like still water.

Reflective dodge.

He simultaneously cast two monk skills on himself.

In an instant, Garoth’s dragon claw tore through the rain, claws wrapped in golden lightning slicing scorching vacuum trails through the air, aiming at the small human monk.

Bain’s mind was calm, without fear or trembling, unaffected by the dragon might. He lifted his leg and stepped firmly, reflexively dodging sideways.

Close to his body, his bronze fist carried the qi condensed to its peak, striking the dragon’s lower jaw.

Piercing strike!

Bang!

The explosive clash of qi and dragon scales shattered raindrops within ten meters.

Garoth’s head tilted back slightly, feeling a penetrating force rush to his forehead, causing slight dizziness. Bain’s right arm shattered inch by inch, revealing bulging muscles underneath, his pupils shaking violently.

He could shatter steel with his piercing strike but had not caused significant damage.

Taking a deep breath, he returned to his still mind state.

The monk shouted and struck Garoth’s heart with a palm.

Heart-Shattering Strike!

This attack also carried a sharp qi able to pierce scale defenses, even stronger than before.

However,

It only hit a golden afterimage.

Garoth’s huge body, in his Frenzied State, showed terrifying agility, fully able to match higher-level monk attack speeds.

He dodged the monk’s strike, and his lightning-fast claws struck the monk’s body.

Boom!

Like a kite with a broken string, the monk spat blood and internal fragments, flying backward. Most of the bronze on his body cracked.

Even with a life level higher than Garoth’s, he could not make up for racial differences.

Garoth was barely hurt by the attack, yet his strike severely wounded the monk. The monk survived only because of his mastery of force redirection and dense, sustained qi.

The monk did not fall upon landing.

He spat blood, steadied himself, and began burning his life force, igniting decades of cultivated qi until a layer of illusory aura flared around him.

“Vicious dragon, come on.”

His body flickered as Bain actively closed the distance with Garoth.

Using something like the Bloodburst secret technique, he surpassed his previous limits. Speed increased, forming more than ten afterimages around Garoth.

He targeted joints, scale connections, eyes, reproductive organs, launching fierce attacks with his skills pushed to the extreme. Some strikes even caused Garoth pain.

Speed, small size agility, and sharp reflexes—

These were the monk’s advantages.

He pushed these to the limit.

However,

It couldn’t make up for the numerical gap.

Garoth himself was also skilled in combat techniques.

After a series of afterimages were shattered, the monk’s stamina rapidly declined. His movements slowed, exposing a flaw. Garoth seized the chance instantly.

His claws burst into flame and lightning.

The dragon claws wrapped in Flame Thunder exploded like fire and flashed like electricity.

The more often Bain’s reflexes triggered, the duller they became. No longer able to dodge, the monk gathered all his qi into his fists, colliding with the dragon claws.

Crash!

His body trembled violently; protective qi was shattered. The monk’s arm skin cracked inch by inch; bones groaned unbearably before both arms exploded.

Instant separation.

The monk’s broken body tumbled to the ground, barely propping himself on one knee, blood pooling beneath him, mixing with the rain.

He had burned out, his body shriveled, skin wrinkled like an elderly man nearing death, far from his previous vigorous middle-aged image.

In contrast, Garoth, the hybrid dragon, remained thick in aura, life force roaring like a furnace, golden lightning flying like a mane.

“Fine skill.”

Garoth lowered his eyes to the monk and commented as the monk silently died.

“No, no! Don’t kill me!”

In the distance, Edmond cried out in fear.

The Red Dragon and Iron Dragon toyed with him, claws flicking him like an insect.

Without the monk’s protection, the frightened, weak-legged spellcaster who had never faced danger or concentrated his spirit had no chance to escape.

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