Chapter 314: The Dragon‑Slaying Battle

In the dense forest, Shi Weifute ran with a steady stride.

The enchanted armor on his body weighed several hundred pounds, yet it did not affect his speed at all; he did not use his full strength so his teammates behind would not fall behind.

The massive two‑handed sword was already gripped in his hands, its blade wider than a palm and glowing with scorching red light, as if flames were burning.

This "Bloodflame Greatsword" was commissioned by Shi Weifute after years of saving, forged for him in Thus: Thus: Shengangcheng by a sword‑making Master. It is enchanted with high‑grade fire damage and a shadowy power that corrodes blood; once it harms the dragon it suppresses the dragon's regeneration, preventing healing for a short time and causing endless bleeding.

He had been preparing to slay this green dragon for two years.

Not only did he forge the weapon and armor, he also prepared various scrolls, magical pills, and special items as contingency measures for different situations—truly a labor of love, with success or failure hinging on this moment.

Now, the plan finally begins!

As they ran, beams of Divine Technique light rose and fell upon everyone; this was Priest Parmesan beginning to bestow Divine Technique effects on the group.

Strength Blessing;

Mind Shield Technique;

Sacred Infusion;

Elemental Armor;

Multiple Divine Techniques fell in succession, causing the entire Soul‑Hunting Squad's combat power to surge, their footspeed quickening; all of this had been rehearsed many times in the plan.

Shi Weifute led the charge out of the forest, arriving at a clearing dotted with crude wooden huts, sewage flowing everywhere, a stench filling the air like a massive dump—this was the hyena‑wolf tribe's settlement.

Most hyena‑wolves had been drawn away by distant explosions and flames, leaving only some weak juveniles to guard; they burst from the huts, some shouting and making noise, others with murderous glints, brandishing rusted weapons as they charged.

Shi Weifute kept moving, leading the way toward those hyena‑wolves.

The sword's roar echoed, the Bloodflame Greatsword swung out terrifying flames, instantly shattering the hyena‑wolves and their weapons that blocked the path.

The hyena‑wolves farther away froze for a moment, then turned and fled.

Shi Weifute did not pursue; behind him, Elemental Archer Landi swiftly drew his bowstring and launched sharp ice arrows that pierced the fleeing hyena‑wolves, sending them crashing to the ground dead.

The shouting hyena‑wolves each had their throats cut by a shadow warrior who appeared suddenly behind them.

In less than half a minute, the Soul‑Hunting Squad passed through the hyena‑wolf tribe and reached the foot of the hill where the dragon's nest lay.

Shi Weifute raised his hand, and everyone stopped instantly.

He cautiously observed for a few seconds; the hill before them was entirely within the green dragon's lair range—every vine, tree, and weed on the mountain was twisted by the dragon's magic, the nest hidden deep inside the mountain, a forced entry would be a near‑certain death.

Shi Weifute pointed: the entrance to the dragon's den was concealed behind a thicket.

Priest Parmesan stepped a few paces forward, whispered a prayer for several seconds, and a Area Dispel spell fell, dispersing the magical protection on that thicket.

Immediately, a massive fireball shot out from Wizard Hamlin's hand.

Boom!

The fireball exploded, scorching the thicket within a radius of a dozen meters into ash and revealing a huge opening.

In the blast's afterglow, two one‑eyed giants surged out from inside.

"Insect!"

"How dare you disturb the master's sleep…"

The one‑eyed giants roared in anger; each stood over five meters tall, wrapped only in tattered strips at the waist, their massive eyeballs rolling wildly, full of ferocity and madness.

They swung huge wooden clubs and charged.

Shi Weifute chose one of the one‑eyed giants and launched a charge.

With a wooden staff thick enough for two people to grip, Shi Weifute inhaled deeply, his speed spiking; he slipped the staff under the giant's hips, the Bloodflame Greatsword slashing horizontally.

Aaa…

The one‑eyed giant let out a wail as its left leg was cleaved off, blood spraying, its massive body collapsing backward involuntarily.

Shi Weifute steadied himself, turned, and thrust the great sword upward, the tip piercing the back of the head, passing through the giant's eyeball, silencing its scream.

At the same time, the other one‑eyed giant also suffered a severe blow.

It first fell into Sangya's Swamp Technique, then was bombarded by fireballs and ice arrows, and finally was beheaded by Neiwei'er, the swift‑wind swordmaster, with a "Flash Blade Slash."

Eliminating the two high‑rank giants took less than ten seconds.

The Soul‑Hunting Squad did not rush into the dragon's nest immediately; instead they adjusted in place, and Laorina appeared beside the giants' corpses, harvesting their souls.

"We go in!"

"Parmes, prepare to dispel."

Shi Weifute ordered; charging into the dragon's nest meant the most dangerous moment had arrived, and he invited Parmesan to join the dragon‑slaying precisely for the priest's Dispel, to continuously clear the magical flora inside the green dragon's lair and cooperate with spell scrolls to disable traps.

Otherwise, they would suffer heavy casualties before even seeing the green dragon.

Yet just as they were about to act, a dragon's roar suddenly thundered across the sky.

Roar!

The roar carried a terrifying, awe‑inspiring power; apart from Shi Weifute, everyone else trembled and turned pale.

This was despite the "Mind Shield Technique" protection; without it they would have fled in panic.

After the roar, a forest atop the hill seemed to come alive, vines and roots receding like tide to both sides, forming a fissure.

A massive pale‑green silhouette stepped out from it.

"Green Dragon!"

"It actually came out…"

The members of the Soul‑Hunting Squad were both shocked and delighted; this was somewhat unexpected.

Shi Weifute's gaze grew heavy.

He had anticipated the scenario of the green dragon leaving its nest; a dragon that left its lair posed a reduced threat, yet the situation became harder to control.

Inside the nest space was limited; the dragon could not take flight, making it easier to attack; but once it left the nest it lost its magical boost, could use its aerial advantage to strike from the sky, and could flee at any sign of trouble.

Shi Weifute's mind raced, while he strained to observe the opponent.

The green dragon measured about fifteen meters long, indicating it was still young, just entering its prime; it displayed the typical green‑dragon appearance, its body covered in teal‑green scales like overlapping snake scales with a slight sheen; its lower jaw curved, the sides of its upper head bore slender vertical pupils, a pair of short dark‑green horns rose from its brow, a spiked crest extended from between its eyes to the back of its skull, supported by rows of bony spikes, with flat keratinous plates running along its serpentine neck down its body, across its back, and out to its thick tail.

The green dragon's wings bore mottled patterns, and its limbs and body were proportionally more slender than those of other great dragons, allowing it to stride easily over shrubs and forest and blend into the surrounding environment.

At this moment, its four claws stepped on a thick layer of thorns and roots.

These normally twisting plants formed a platform that lifted the green dragon, placing it on the upper tier of the hill forest, looking down from above at Shiweifute and the others.

"Ah..."

The green dragon spoke, its majestic voice bearing feminine tones, exclaiming, "Praise the Dragon Queen! At last, we have received the dragon‑slayer destined for me."

Its mouth curled upward, revealing two rows of sharp fangs, clearly smiling.

Yet that smile could give people nightmares.

The members of the Soul Hunt Squad felt a chill in their hearts, vaguely sensing something amiss; before they could think further, the green dragon had already taken to the air.

"Mortals, surrender your treasures and become slaves of the great Monagas!"

The green dragon shouted loudly.

It flapped its wings forcefully a few times, then folded them together; its slender neck, like a spear, pierced the air as it rose straight into the sky, turned direction in the distant heights, and accelerated into a dive.

Halfway through the dive, the green dragon's belly throbbed, its chest scales glowed, a surge of energy coursed from its neck to its throat, and deep‑green venom seeped from its mouth corners.

"It's coming! Disperse!"

Shiweifute called calmly, the first rule for dealing with a dragon's breath being never to gather.

His teammates each employed their methods, scattering in all directions yet staying close enough to aid one another or attack the green dragon.

Only Shiweifute remained in place, assuming a posture to hard‑stand the dragon's breath.

He took a long step, his body sinking slightly; after several deep breaths, he clenched the Bloodflame Greatsword in both hands, his gaze fixed on the green dragon above.

Predictably, it chose to attack the seemingly strongest and most obvious target, Shiweifute.

The green dragon drew ever closer, its ferocious maw opening wide.

A stream of not‑blazing but horribly fetid, lethal dragon breath surged out, covering everything; the breath resembled corrosive acid, destroying all it touched, even eroding a deep layer of the ground, and finally engulfing Shiweifute.

At the hair‑trigger moment the dragon breath neared, the enchantment on Shiweifute's armor flared.

At the same time, Priest Palmes tore open a Divine Technique scroll, its light falling on Shiweifute, granting him a layer of Pious Shield.

"Ho!"

With a roar, Shiweifute's Pious Shield vanished, and his armor became pitted and corroded beyond recognition.

Nevertheless, Shiweifute still withstood the dragon breath.

He poured all his strength into the Bloodflame Greatsword, raised it high, sprinted forward, and unleashed a Reverse Slash with explosive force, the blade tip cutting across the green dragon's belly.

The scorching blade sliced through the dragon scales, leaving a deep wound.

Dragon blood rained from mid‑air; the excruciating pain warped the green dragon's flight, causing it to tumble down, roll incessantly on the ground, and smash an entire row of coyote‑wolfmen's huts.

It quickly rolled onto its feet, unable to tend the bleeding, and beat its wings to take to the sky again.

In the distance, Wizard Hamlin opened an enigmatic scroll.

An invisible massive force field descended, precisely enveloping the green dragon; everything within a two‑hundred‑meter radius became exceedingly heavy, weight multiplying several times, causing speed to drop sharply as if sinking into quicksand.

Six‑Ring Arcane—Fictional Gravity Field!

The green dragon beat its wings desperately; if uninjured, even a several‑fold weight increase would matter little, but now it could not lift off at all.

The Fictional Gravity Field's effect intensifies on heavier targets.

Elemental archer Randi and two Wizards, standing outside the field, unleashed their most powerful spells or arrows at the green dragon.

Even the great dragon's strong defense could not endure such frantic bombardment.

At this moment, Shiweifute, Neiwei'er, and Laorina rushed forward; they bore Palmes' bestowed "Freedom Prayer", unaffected by the Fictional Gravity Field, and, taking advantage of the green dragon's hindered movement, circled to its back for a frenzied assault.

Neiwei'er and Laorina, after all, were merely high‑tier supernaturals, finding it hard to pierce dragon scales and hide.

The greatest threat to the green dragon remained Shiweifute's Bloodflame Greatsword.

He possessed seventh‑grade strength; after a Strength Blessing it neared eighth‑grade, and each swing carved deep wounds on the green dragon, blood continuously spilling.

The green dragon fought back desperately, but whether biting, wing‑slapping, or tail‑striking, its speed was too slow to hit the enemy.

In desperation, it unleashed a Poison Cloud Technique.

Priest Pascal promptly cast Detox Technique on the three, and Sangya summoned a strong wind to disperse the toxin.

Occasionally the green dragon inflicted some damage, which was quickly healed by Healing Technique.

The battle was fierce and tense, cries constant; the grounded green dragon was used as a target for a full three minutes, blood spilling everywhere into pools, and as it lost too much blood, its reactions gradually slowed.

Before the Fictional Gravity Field ended, Shiweifute seized the chance, thrusting the Bloodflame Greatsword into the green dragon's heart.

It was a fatal blow.

The green dragon's whole body paused briefly, then its massive form crashed down with a thunderous thud, raising clouds of dust. After a few breaths, its chest ceased moving, its eyes filled with despair, as if unable to believe it had died at the hands of a few mortals.

The Soul Hunt Squad fell silent for a few seconds.

Shiweifute panted heavily, only then feeling the pain on his body; his helmet had been swept away by the dragon's tail, exposing half a blood‑smeared face.

Nevertheless, a brilliant smile spread across his mouth.

"We succeeded!"

At that moment the others finally realized, each with an incredulous expression, that they had truly succeeded in killing a great dragon!

"Ahhh..."

Usually composed Neiwei'er shouted excitedly, "We have become dragon‑slayers; we will get rich!"

Everyone cheered exuberantly, unable to contain themselves.

Only Palmes remained calm, smiling, continuously casting Healing Technique on his teammates.

A flash of white light passed, a wave of coolness surged through the wounds, relieving pain and healing at a visible speed; Shiweifute steadied his emotions, walked to the green dragon's head, gazing at its carriage‑sized skull, feeling a flood of emotions.

He did not forget the most important task, hurriedly taking out a soul stone and affixing it to the green dragon's head.

After a few seconds, the soul stone remained a clear, luminous crystal.

This indicates that the dragon soul was not captured.

"Hmm?" Shi Weifute was a bit anxious; the most valuable part of a dragon is its dragon soul, and if it is lost, the harvest of this adventure would be reduced by more than half!

He thought the soul stone was the problem, and hurriedly swapped in another one and affixed it.

But when his hand reached out, it met nothing; the green dragon's corpse turned into an illusory wisp and vanished quickly, a shadow flew out from it, like a poisonous snake landing on him, coiling tightly around him, the chilling energy penetrated his body, straight to his soul, and he was instantly immobilized.

Shi Weifute hadn't had time to warn his teammates when something moved behind him.

Immediately, someone let out a scream.

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(End of chapter)