Chapter 40: Legendary Alchemy Item (Please Follow, Please Monthly Votes)

Empowered by the runic armor, the golden-haired warrior's attributes surged, yet he still could not match Garos's speed; seeing the beast lunge to slaughter the white-robed priest, the golden-haired warrior's eyes widened.

—She was the object of the golden-haired warrior's affection.

Although his previous confession had been ruthlessly rejected, the golden-haired warrior's admiration in his heart had not vanished.

"Cowardly dragon, do you fear my blade?"

"I, the great one, will flay you and break your bones to make a specimen hanging in the exhibition hall!"

Thinking quickly, the golden-haired warrior shouted at the young dragon.

Dragons, especially evil dragons, are exceptionally arrogant and conceited, with short tempers that cannot withstand provocation; direct insults and belittlement are the best methods to draw hate.

However.

Garos acted as if he hadn't heard, paying no attention whatsoever to the golden-haired warrior's provocation.

Dragging a gale behind him, he shot forward in an instant to the white-robed priest's front.

Priests come in many types: some clad in armor wielding flails or warhammers, tall and burly, fighting more ferociously than warriors; and others like the one before him, unskilled in melee, possessing only support skills such as buffing or healing companions.

Facing Garos's fierce lunge.

This white-robed priest retreated in panic and tripped over a stone.

Smite!

She spread her palm, raised it toward Garos, then brought it down, casting the only offensive skill she possessed.

Boom! Pure holy light, like lightning, struck and crashed onto Garos's back, exploding into dense cracks upon his hard dragon scales; the holy light eroded inward along the cracks, bringing a burning, excruciating pain.

The scorching pain was not due to high temperature.

Garos was basically immune to ordinary fire damage; this sensation was because the Smite carried a holy attribute, dealing extra damage to the 'evil' Garos.

"Hiss, it hurts! Does this skill classify me as an evil faction?"

"In this day and age, do even skills carry prejudice and discrimination? I, Garos, am not an evil dragon!"

Annoyed in his heart, Garos swept his scythe-like dragon wings.

Under the moonlight, a head filled with shock and fear shot skyward.

"Ah! Hedy!"

The golden-haired warrior roared: "Damn evil dragon, I will kill you!"

He gripped his door-sized greatsword and charged toward Garos with long strides.

At this moment, only one dragon and two humans remained on the field.

Garos, dominating the entire situation with the power of a single dragon; the golden-haired warrior, so furious his hair seemed ready to stand on end; and the necromancer standing in the shadow of a hemlock tree.

As for the female rogue.

That fellow was the most alert; sensing danger, she fled immediately, while Samantha, unwilling to let the thief who attacked her escape, gave chase.

"Now for the necromancer."

Ignoring the golden-haired warrior, Garos turned his head, his gaze locking onto the necromancer.

The necromancer's heart grew cold, and he became nervous, but when his peripheral vision caught sight of the two corpses, his heart steadied slightly.

With corpses nearby, and corpses of transcendent beings at that.

The necromancer could unleash skills far more powerful than usual.

"I shall turn the tide."

Thinking this, he simultaneously pointed a finger at the priest's corpse lying on the ground.

Corpse Explosion!

Boom!

The priest's corpse suddenly exploded, leaving not even a scrap behind; all flesh and essence formed an extremely rapid mist carrying blood poison, enveloping Garos.

Life Extraction!

Boom! The corpse of the caster further away also exploded, forming a blood line that landed on the golden-haired warrior, causing his body to immediately swell; veins bulged on his face, and the muscles beneath his skin seemed stuffed with asphalt and oil, rising high, granting him a massive enhancement.

"Captain, good opportunity!"

"You have been enhanced; take down this evil dragon!"

The necromancer shouted.

Under the cold moonlight, the golden-haired warrior's gaze went vacant, and he stiffly turned his neck to look at the necromancer.

Hedy, the white-robed priest—his beloved.

Havon, the caster—his brother-in-arms.

As for the necromancer before him, he was not very familiar; they had only completed a few missions together, and he felt the necromancer's skill level was decent, so he had temporarily recruited him for this wilderness exploration.

"Why are you looking at me? Don't stand there stunned, attack quickly! Hedy and Havon are with you!"

The necromancer, confused, urged him on.

In his view, making rational use of a companion's corpse was the greatest respect for them, but the golden-haired warrior did not think so.

"Bastard! I'll kill you first!"

The golden-haired warrior's eyes nearly burst as he turned and charged to slaughter the necromancer.

"It's over!"

The necromancer was startled in his heart: "The captain has been cursed by the evil dragon and lost his sanity!"

He waved his hand; ghost fire ignited on the priest's head, the skin and flesh splitting and burning into a skull, which flew through the air to intercept the 'insane' golden-haired warrior, while the golden-haired warrior grew even more furious and mad.

"I will kill you!"

He smashed the skull with one sword strike, disregarded the ghost fire balls crashing onto his body, sprinted to the necromancer's front, and slashed down with his sword.

The necromancer failed to dodge; his body was split diagonally in two.

Aaaah! The golden-haired warrior roared and swung his sword again, severing the necromancer's head.

On the other side.

Garos's wings, ablaze with fierce fire, had long since dispersed the blood mist, yet he did not strike, watching the scene before him with curiosity and astonishment.

The opponent's sudden internal strife had exceeded his expectations, adding a touch of dramatic flair to this fierce battle.

Still, it saved him the trouble.

"Evil Dragon!"

The blond warrior who had slain the necromancer turned to look at Garos and rushed forward to attack.

"Die!"

He leaped into the air, raised his greatsword, and threw himself at Garos's head without regard for the consequences.

The warrior's sword never fell.

Garos suddenly spun around, his tail sweeping horizontally to smash both man and sword into the rock wall twenty meters away; amidst flying debris, the body embedded in the stone crevice twisted into a grotesque posture, its life force already extinguished.

The battle ended, and silence fell over the surroundings.

The Red Iron Young Dragon paced slowly, his gaze sweeping the area.

Upon spotting a certain spot, Garos suddenly opened his mouth and unleashed a torrent of fiery dragon breath, engulfing the necromancer's corpse; screams echoed within the burning flames before finally vanishing as the body turned completely to ash.

"He really wasn't dead yet."

Garos thought.

He was actually unsure of the necromancer's exact condition, but he felt that practitioners dealing with death should possess more means of survival, so adopting the mindset of "better to kill by mistake than let one escape," he used his dragon breath to whip the corpse, only to find he had hit the mark by sheer luck.

"Indeed, one cannot underestimate adventurers."

"Such cunning and treachery; if he had survived and escaped, he would surely have brought great trouble upon me later."

Garos thought.

To ensure the blond warrior was not acting and possessed means of resurrection or survival, he unleashed another burst of dragon breath, turning the corpse in the rock crevice into charcoal.

The surging flames illuminated the night.

They also marked the conclusion of this battle.

Not long after, Samantha returned, carrying a figure that offered no struggle, as if it had already accepted its fate.

Slap!

Throwing the female rogue before Garos, Samantha exclaimed excitedly, "My dear brother, I want this person as my slave! I caught her; she is my spoils of war!"

Garos shook his head.

"You are mistaken; if I had not appeared, you would have been captured alive by these people, or perhaps flayed and stripped of your tendons, dying a miserable death, let alone capturing this human."

He said.

Seeing Garos's blood-stained scales and powerful physique, Samantha felt his words made perfect sense and offered no rebuttal or argument.

"So, how do you wish to deal with her?"

Samantha asked.

"Just kill her; there is no need to keep her."

Garos said calmly.

Rogues, a class of practitioners known for being alert and cunning, skilled in ambushes and escapes; he did not believe this rogue could offer loyalty, nor could he guarantee keeping her under watch, and he had no time to engage in a battle of wits with her; if she escaped, she might well bring more people to hunt him down.

Killing her outright settled everything.

"Wait, wait!"

"Noble Dragon, I hope to exchange all my treasures, along with this map concerning a legendary-grade alchemical artifact, for my own life!"

The rogue hurriedly removed all her treasures and equipment, then pulled a map from her bosom and presented it before Garos.

(End of this chapter)