Chapter 121 : Chapter 121

Chapter 121. Dragon Hunt (Part 1)

Quentin flapped its wings and arrived at the location in its memory.

It decided to first absorb the dragon blood stored in the reserve, then deal with the walking humans.

It didn’t need to absorb all of the dragon blood—just enough to break through the Dream Barrier would suffice.

However, when it actually arrived above the Divine Revelation Hall, it was completely stunned.

From the High Priest’s memory, Quentin knew that this was where the divine water’s materials were stored.

Only the High Priests could make divine water through the gods, so the place was usually guarded only by some soldiers and a dedicated priest.

Since even if stolen, these materials were useless outside, the defense was minimal.

But now, the once sacred hall was empty. The only trace left was the faint outline of the original floor, with the roof and walls completely vanished.

At the same time, there were many more torches scattered around the hall.

This strange scene puzzled Quentin, which was now using its massive head to think through what was going on.

Is my dragon blood still here? But there are no traces of the blood-feeding vines on the ground, not even a patch of dirt.

Quentin hovered in the air, using its dark vision to carefully inspect below.

The more it looked, the more confused it became. The area seemed to have been transformed into a platform, surrounded by many weapons that had been prepared...

Just then, a rumbling sound caught its attention. It turned its head and looked down to see a glowing sphere rapidly flying up.

Given the trajectory of the glowing sphere, it wouldn't hit Quentin, so what was this sphere for?

At that moment, the sphere rose to a point not far below it, then suddenly stopped and exploded in a flash of light, blinding Quentin momentarily.

“Ah!” Quentin wasn’t prepared for this at all. The light from the explosion made it briefly lose its vision, and its body began to instinctively struggle in a chain reaction.

Its dragon wings began to flap faster, and its dragon head swayed back and forth in an instinctive attempt to dodge the attack.

Simultaneously, a surge of fury brewed in its chest. In this entire Dream, only the people from Monsa City had the power to launch such an attack against it.

“Angmar, it seems like you really want to die.” Quentin immediately locked onto the most likely culprit. Only its old companion could have gathered so many people for such an attack.

It decided that it would drag Angmar’s corpse out of the Dream, preventing the man from being resurrected when the Dream resets.

Below, the 'Half-Dragons' were either wielding weapons or busy on a large machine.

There were nearly two hundred 'Half-Dragons' at this moment, a result of Fran's war mobilization.

Although they might not have much effect in the battle against second-tier dragons, in the end, they would still rely on the Lord of Radiance behind Fran.

However, Fran had made some efforts for this, such as significantly increasing the number of 'Half-Dragons' and even personally crafting large weapons.

After being promoted to a formal mage, although Fran couldn’t use spiritual strength above an apprentice’s level in the Spirit Realm, her spiritual capacity as a formal mage was still far greater than that of an apprentice.

In such a situation, she could craft these machines much more quickly and precisely.

Several 'Half-Dragons' were operating a large crossbow, which was five meters long. The string was already in place, only the angle needed adjustment.

Atop it was a large arrow, its tip gleaming coldly, with a thin layer of dark red coating made from a small amount of dragon blood.

Additionally, Fran had used special methods to add a Radiant Blessing to the arrowhead, slightly enhancing its lethality.

Though this large arrow might not instantly kill Quentin, it could still cause some damage.

After receiving the signal from the 'Half-Dragon' operating the crossbow that it was aimed, Lyle, fully recovered, gave the command to fire.

The five crossbows simultaneously made a vibrating sound as the five arrows slid through their grooves and shot towards the still swaying Quentin in the sky.

Of course, hitting such an airborne target wasn’t going to be easy. Even though the people below were doing their best to aim, three of the arrows missed entirely, just sliding through the night sky.

One arrow pierced Quentin’s chest, shattering its outer dragon scales and opening a large gash, embedding deep inside.

Another arrow only lightly hit Quentin’s hind limb, piercing through and getting stuck in place.

These two sudden attacks interrupted Quentin’s thoughts. It nearly fell from the sky due to the strikes.

This angered Quentin greatly. Now that it was a dragon, it would not allow anyone to challenge its authority like this.

Though the two arrows stuck in its body felt eerie and a little blood oozed from the wound, to an ordinary person, this might be a serious injury, potentially fatal if it hit a vital spot. But for Quentin, this was just a minor wound.

However, Quentin could sense that the arrows carried dragon blood—dragon blood that had undergone special processing to enhance its lethality.

This dragon blood was impure, making it incredibly difficult for Quentin to absorb.

Its eyes snapped open, revealing two massive dragon pupils. It was now ready to cleanse the area below.

Quentin opened its massive dragon mouth, gathering terrifying heat in its chest. Even the surrounding air began to spark with embers as its dragon wings slowed their rhythm slightly.

But just then, a wave of danger surged in its heart. Quentin suddenly sensed a powerful attack was about to land on its head.

This attack wasn’t like the two arrows, which could only cause minor injuries—it was a legitimate threat, one that could potentially wound it severely.

It halted its preparations for dragon breath and looked around, but saw no sign of an attack coming. Could it be...?

Quentin raised its dragon head and looked up, and just then, a thrust of force slammed into its back. It could only see a large beam of light descending from the sky.

Its dragon wings couldn’t move in this situation, and the power of the attack was so great that it couldn’t escape the light.

Quentin’s massive dragon body plummeted rapidly, crashing hard into the ground. The immense impact buried it halfway in the dirt, with only half of its body visible above the surface.

Struggling against the pressure, Quentin opened its dragon eyes wide and stared at the crowd surrounding it.

In the place it was focused on, a person wearing a golden robe stood. Quentin could sense that the light on the person’s hands was consistent with the energy of the attack that hit it.

“Who are you?!!” Quentin roared, filled with rage and confusion.