Chapter 68: Garos the Dragon-Style Bomber (Seeking Subscriptions)

Garos locked his gaze tightly onto the Cliff Serpent Dragon; just as it attempted to flee, he opened his maw and exhaled a bolt of lightning-fire breath that traveled with extreme speed and long range, forcing it to respond.

The lightning-fire breath traced a brilliant trajectory across the night sky, shooting toward the Cliff Serpent Dragon.

It twisted its body massively to dodge, narrowly avoiding the breath attack, but the wound that had just stopped bleeding burst open anew, sending waves of tearing pain through it.

"I will swallow you alive and flay you!"

The Cliff Serpent Dragon roared and flew toward Garos, but Garos spread his dragon wings high and retreated once more.

Although his body was already stained with much poisonous blood, numbing his dragon wings and making them sluggish, this was not enough to strip Garos of his mobility; moreover, given the Cliff Serpent Dragon's injuries, it was even more sluggish and still could not catch up to Garos.

For a moment, the Cliff Serpent Dragon did not know what Garos actually intended to do.

It hissed several times in anger, then dove downward, its slender body skimming the ground as it glided between hills covered in a thick layer of ancient trees, like a nimble snake; wherever it passed, numerous lower-ranked creatures were startled away, and birds and beasts scattered in all directions.

The ground offered many obstacles that could confuse vision.

Realizing its aerial combat mobility was inferior to Garos's, the Cliff Serpent Dragon descended to the ground.

Reflecting the serpent dragon's winding figure on the ground within his dragon pupils, Garos folded his wings and dove in pursuit.

The Cliff Serpent Dragon fixed its gaze on Garos's figure sweeping across the night sky, extended its long tongue from its mouth, coiled its body, and prepared to meet the attack at any moment, while thick poisonous mist steamed off its body, causing the leaves and branches of the surrounding trees to wither and fall entirely.

However.

When still a hundred meters above the ground, Garos suddenly swept forward at extreme speed parallel to the surface, no longer diving downward.

Dragon scales, heated to a searing red by air friction and reinforced with magical energy, erupted from his body like a rainstorm and fell over a wide area onto the Cliff Serpent Dragon.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Massive fireballs erupted across the ground; rolling heat waves carrying thick smoke rose into the sky. This carpet bombing, covering a wider area than dragon breath, left the Cliff Serpent Dragon unable to dodge entirely despite its utmost agility; it fled in panic, only to be swallowed by flames in the end.

The ground was blasted into scorched black pits and plowed into gullies.

When the Cliff Serpent Dragon rushed out of the flame-covered zone, rolled its body, and extinguished the lingering flames on its surface, it revealed a wretched appearance.

The flames had left large areas of scorched black marks on its body, as if smoked and singed.

The shockwaves from the explosions blew off some of its dragon scales.

Sharp fragments of the remaining scales were embedded in its flesh.

"Hiss————"

The Cliff Serpent Dragon let out an angry hiss and lifted its head.

But before it could even spot Garos's figure, another rain of dragon scales showered down upon it.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The scale fragments pierced the Cliff Serpent Dragon's body, blooming into clusters of blood flowers, while the flames formed by the explosions swallowed it once again.

Garos spread his wings flat, soaring and circling at extreme speed in the air; the exploding scales on his body heated up due to high-speed friction, emitting crackling explosive sounds, and occasionally hissing like red-hot iron blocks plunged into cold water, spattering sparks.

These dragon scales were so fast they seemed on the verge of exploding at a second glance.

Dense and countless, they were flung out by Garos, falling toward the Cliff Serpent Dragon.

Descending to the ground was absolutely a mistaken decision; the Cliff Serpent Dragon, suppressed by Garos who acted like a bomber, was bombarded relentlessly by exploding scales and could not lift its head; whenever it tried to soar back into the sky, dense exploding scales or dragon breath always came head-on, pressing it down and blasting it back to the ground.

If it had been at its peak.

The Cliff Serpent Dragon could still have relied on its explosive speed to maneuver against Zhou Xuan.

But having been injured by Garos beforehand, after a period of fierce battling and slaughter, it now had no way to disengage and flee.

This was precisely the battle strategy Garos had planned in advance during his journey to Crescent Moon Valley.

First, launch a fierce offensive to injure the Cliff Serpent Dragon in one wave, never getting bogged down in a prolonged fight; then, while one's own poisoning was not yet deep, switch to ranged attacks: when the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy retreats, we advance; when the enemy is exhausted, we strike.

The ground cracked and collapsed; ancient trees burned fiercely like torches.

Even with the vigorous life force of a dragon kind, it could not withstand such intense relentless bombing; the Cliff Serpent Dragon's aura gradually grew faint.

As a fire-element dragon, it possessed higher resistance to flame damage, but the primary lethality of the exploding scales was not fire injury, but the shockwaves upon explosion, along with the scale fragments mixed within that acted like shrapnel.

Garos swept across the night sky once more and shook his body.

Only a few scattered dragon scales spun out, striking the ground and erupting into flames.

Turning to look, Garos realized that the exploding scales on his body were nearly exhausted; saturation bombing consumed quite a lot.

And when the unremarkable exploding scales had all shed, the true scales of the Red Iron Dragon were finally exposed.

Dragon scales shimmering with a silver matte luster reflected the moonlight, resembling top-grade obsidian, or as if cast from steel, bearing an indestructible metallic texture; crisscrossing them were glowing dark-red veins, like molten lava flowing across his body.

Powerful and mighty, dragon aura permeated the air.

One could say that only now had Garos revealed his health bar.

But the Cliff Serpent Dragon was nearly finished.

A black-red dragon shadow hung high in the night sky.

Its massive wingspan blocked the moonlight, casting a shadow that enveloped the Cliff Serpent Dragon.

At this moment, the Cliff Serpent Dragon's scales were blown into disarray, its flesh split and bleeding; the deadly poison emanating from its body had reached its densest and most fierce intensity, and it was on its last breath.

It gazed at Garos with unwillingness and hatred.

The Cliff Serpent Dragon shook its body slightly; its upper half, which had just lifted, crashed heavily to the ground, and it fainted.

It should not be dead yet; merely unconscious.

Take it away? Find a way to imprison it, restrict its suicide, and let it continuously boost my poison resistance?

Garos narrowed his eyes slightly, opened his mouth, and exhaled a spherical bolt of lightning-fire breath toward the Cliff Serpent Dragon.

Whoosh—The dying Cliff Serpent Dragon suddenly opened its blood-red eyes, twisted its slender body to dodge the breath, then stared fixedly at Garos, emitting an angry hiss from its mouth.

It attempted to feign death to lure Garos closer, then launch a fierce counterattack while its toxins were at their most potent.

But Garos did not fall for the trick and directly finished it off from a distance.

Like a final flare of life before death, a surge of power erupted from the Cliff Serpent Dragon's heavily injured body; it launched itself in a pounce toward Garos, but halfway into the air, it suddenly turned and fled toward Crescent Moon Valley.

"Doesn't the inheritance say that when a serpent dragon is heavily injured and desperate, it will commit suicide directly to cast a curse?"

"Its will to survive is stronger than I imagined."

"Have I not yet pushed it to its limit? Or is it an individual difference?"

Garos thought, feeling that the possibility of an individual difference was greater.

The understanding within the inheritance is mainly a fixed impression of an entire race; when pinpointed to an individual, it is not so accurate and cannot be fully trusted.

Garos, unhurried, pursued the Cliff Viper Dragon.

Nor did he rush to approach and kill it; prioritizing safety, he used Dragon Breath, the Silver Frost Ring, and other attacks from a distance, causing the Cliff Viper Dragon to grow increasingly exhausted, its condition gradually declining.

The two chased and fled.

Since the previous struggle had not taken them far, soon the Cliff Viper Dragon, dragging its heavily injured body, landed in Crescent Moon Valley.

At this moment, the werewolves of the Howling Moon Clan were gathered together, standing ready; part of their gaze fell on the Cliff Viper Dragon, while another part looked up at the sky, noticing the black-red dragon shadow rapidly approaching.

It landed before the Old Shaman.

The Cliff Viper Dragon roared, saying, "Stop it! Kill it! It is my enemy!"

The "it" in its mouth was undoubtedly Garos.

Meanwhile, Garos had already arrived at Crescent Moon Valley, circling above.

"What exactly is the relationship between these werewolves and the Cliff Viper Dragon?"

Garos thought, deciding to rely on his aerial advantage to wear down and kill the Cliff Viper Dragon with ranged attacks, while the werewolves could not fly and posed no great threat to him.

But to Garos's surprise.

He saw that when the Cliff Viper Dragon twisted its body, seeking help from the Old Shaman, the Old Shaman suddenly radiated white light all over, transforming into a massive giant wolf spirit phantom, and slapped the Cliff Viper Dragon's head with one claw.

The damage was not high, but it stunned the Cliff Viper Dragon for a moment.

(End of this chapter)