Chapter 150: Chapter 144: Galos: Am I the Boss Now?

Galos concluded his neck-roll training, shook his body, and the gravel wedged between his scales fell away.

He walked slowly to the riverbank and lowered his head to drink deeply from the river.

After taking a mouthful, he did not leave but instead looked at the water’s surface.

The river’s waves rose and fell, reflecting his rugged dragon head, distorted and shaking, yet those pitch-black eyes remained calm and steady, not like a bloodthirsty monster, but instead like a warrior with a steadfast resolve, forged through countless trials.

He raised his head and turned around.

Galos’s gaze fell on his busy followers.

The Estonian River is wide, and its currents swift, with many aquatic fierce beasts and creatures lurking within. Directly wading across is exceedingly dangerous, so the War Lizardfolk and Kobold are building rafts.

The War Lizardfolk select suitable logs, cut them, and transport them to the riverbank.

The Kobold uses sharp knives to scrape off the bark, weaving the fibers into ropes.

Primarily employing mortise and tenon structures, coating with waterproof river clay resin, and mages casting spells for reinforcement, the rafts appear simple but are actually exceptionally sturdy, capable of crossing the river.

If the timing is right and with blueprints and materials available.

The War Lizardfolk and Kobold can construct complex boats; they are recognized as wilderness construction masters.

Once reaching the Border Area, no longer needing to conceal themselves excessively, Galos plans to have them build a formal fortress Dragon’s Nest for him, rather than living in a dark cave like a wild beast.

This is a major project.

Especially considering the size of the Dragon Race, building a suitable dwelling requires substantial time, materials, manpower, and resources.

However, a suitable nest is not just for enjoyment.

It lifts Galos’s spirits, and a good mood helps him think calmly and rationally, proving beneficial.

Galos looked up towards the sky.

The Kola Giant Eagle and Iron Dragon Solrog were circling overhead, and there were hidden sentries watching over various locations.

Unless exceptionally skilled in stealth, it would be difficult to approach here, and considering the scale of the monster groups, it’s unlikely anyone will dare to approach recklessly.

Moreover, Galos is currently at his peak condition.

The blood-like rays of the setting sun fell upon him, seeping into the gaps in his Scale Armor.

It could be seen clearly; his previous injuries had all healed, the explosive scales had grown back, layering upon his body like thick armor, and the spikes on his body had become further hardened, continuously evolving, with no telling what they would eventually become.

“This place is already far from the Thousand Snake Mark.”

“Across the river and further onwards is the border area between the wilderness and the tundra.”

The Red Iron Dragon settled down on the ground and closed its eyes, feigning slumber.

The evening glow cast a layer of blood color on the riverbank, as dusk deepened.

The hunters of the Dragon Hunting Squad silently passed through the monster groups, stealthily drawing closer to the Red Iron Dragon.

The curse master murmured an obscure incantation, dark purple magic energy enveloping everyone like a thin mist.

They wandered like specters in the twilight, unseen and untouchable, with no scent, sound, or body heat leaking out.

——Shadow Stealth Technique.

This magic allows a group to temporarily exist in the Shadow Realm, a dark plane parallel to and bordering the Material Plane, enabling long-distance jumps, invisibility, and even teleportation through stealth in the Shadow Realm.

The Dragon Hunting Squad surrounded the Gladiatorial Array Plate, with a specialized dragon-hunting procedure.

First approaching the target using the Shadow Stealth Technique, then dragging the target into the Dueling Space, relying on numbers and the spatial advantage to kill the target, then teleporting away to evade the subsequent monster siege.

Among adult dragons, they have only hunted one.

But of young, adolescent, and even younger juvenile dragons, they have considerable hunting experience.

Having heard of three juvenile Evil Dragons causing havoc at the mines, knowing they are extraordinary, the Dragon Hunting Squad nonetheless has its own confidence.

Facing an army directly, they might not match up.

But when it comes to dealing with the Dragon Race, they are the professionals.

Passing through the sluggish ogre group, through the alert Jackal-Wolf Folk group…… the Dragon Hunting Squad strolled within the Shadow Realm, slowly approaching the target, and fortunately, encountered no Shadow Realm creature attacks nor risk of being forced out of stealth.

Only elf dragon Vera, with the keenest senses, faintly felt something was amiss.

It is a Plane Dragon, though not a Shadow Dragon of the Shadow Realm, as the group approached via plane properties, it still instinctively sensed some anomaly.

The Elf Dragon, flapped its butterfly-like wings, flew towards the Red Iron Dragon resting with closed eyes.

Regardless of his ’Dream Dragon Slayer.’

Vera mustered her courage to approach and shouted, “Galos, wake up! I have a strange feeling!”

Galos opened his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

He asked.

The Elf Dragon anxiously circled in place, yet found it difficult to describe the instinctive feeling.

“It’s just, just doesn’t feel right!”

It said.

Galos squinted his eyes, cautiously scanning his surroundings, but everything in his line of sight seemed normal.

The perception attributes of both the Red Dragon and the Iron Dragon were not outstanding, somewhat sluggish. Galos’ hybrid traits in this area were not positive; he was even naturally weaker than a normal Red Dragon or Iron Dragon. Over the years, he had improved his mental attributes significantly with fairy scale powder, so perception was no longer a weakness, but it was still not exceptional.

He trusted the judgment of the Elf Dragon.

Out of caution, Galos beat his wings, intending to rise into the sky first.

However, at this moment, an unexpected change occurred.

A total of eight shadows emerged from the void without any warning.

The reeds of the real world mysteriously penetrated their bodies as if the two existed in different dimensions.

It wasn’t until the Curse Master raised a stone slab engraved with inverse scale patterns and smashed it onto the ground that their armor and magic robes suddenly solidified, making a dull metallic thud.

The surrounding monsters instantly turned their gaze here.

Countless eyes fell on the group.

Samantha opened her Dragon’s Kiss, about to unleash her Flaming Dragon Breath to engulf these sudden attackers.

At the same time.

The land beneath Galos suddenly collapsed into a vortex.

It was not a physical collapse—but space itself was collapsing.

Like a piece of parchment crumpled by an invisible giant hand.

A dark red light curtain rose from the edge of the vortex, resembling the closed mouth of a beast. The spatial change happened so quickly that it was hard to react, engulfing the entire body of the Red Iron Dragon.

In Galos’ perception, the scene along the riverbank first froze, then began to fade.

The ropes being woven by the Jackal-Wolf Folk, the giant stones being carried by the Ogres, even the flames spewed by Samantha all blurred and dissipated like an oil painting washed away by rain.

Only the red stone slab and several figures grew increasingly clear, filling his entire field of vision.

The world reassembled in the distortion.

When Galos’ vision became clear again, he found himself standing in the center of an ancient Roman-style circular gladiatorial arena.

The stands were empty, with only the sound of fighting constantly echoing. Galos inexplicably understood the operation of this space, as the eight shadows on the opposite side gradually solidified.

“This space……..why does it feel like a game dungeon?”

“Oh, I’m the boss, and these people are forming a team to defeat me.”

After surveying the surroundings, Galos gazed at the few figures in front of him.

Eight in total.

Among them, two left the deepest impression at first sight.

Leading was the Curse Master Chief [Ghost Binder Karios], slender in stature, dressed in a deep purple magic robe woven from Demon Spider Silk, half his face hidden under a hood, obscured from view, with runes continuously emerging on the robe’s surface, holding a Dragon Spine Staff crafted from a Black Dragon Spine.

Next to him stood the Deputy Leader of the Paladins.

[Steel Oath Leo]

He was tall and robust, clad in heavy armor, the armor’s surface layered with black scale-like armor pieces, exuding a Dragon Race aura, each piece inscribed with blasphemous prayers against the Dragon Race, eyes beneath the steel helmet and face armor void of warmth, wielding a Dragon-Slaying Giant Sword over three meters long and as wide as a door.

More accurately speaking.

He was a Vengeance Oath Paladin.

A Vengeance Oath is a solemn promise to chastise those guilty of severe crimes.

When malevolent forces slaughter helpless civilians, when all people stray from divine will, when a certain thief guild becomes too overbearing, when a terrifying Giant Dragon rampages through the countryside—it’s at these times that Vengeance Oath Paladins appear to right the wrongs.

These Paladins will extend justice even at the cost of their purity and honor.

No mercy for evildoers, no scruples in victory.

Each Vengeance Paladin’s vow is unique.

Leo’s Vengeance Oath was to annihilate all Evil Dragons threatening the world.

Because of this oath, all his attacks carried extra damage against the Dragon Race, and he personally received comprehensive boost bonuses when battling them.

Within the Dragon Hunting Squad.

This Paladin is the strongest frontline attacker, while the Curse Master Chief serves as the controlling figure guiding the overall strategy.

The professions of others also varied, being specialized occupational types, unlike traditional balanced warriors.

For instance, a Shadow Assassin specializing in deadly ambushes and poisons, a Fierce Beast Hunter skilled in exploiting vulnerabilities in large creatures, a War Priest excelling in team enhancement and holy strikes, a Magic Potion Expert adept in explosions and concoctions, and a Bloodrage Berserker focused on regeneration and battle.

Centered around the Curse Master and Paladin, these professionals who could cooperate indeed had the confidence and capability to hunt dragons.

In these individuals, Galos sensed an unprecedented danger, a situation more perilous than even his battle with the Diamond Giant.

The Dragon Hunting Squad meticulously prepared, bringing him to such a confined space without using anti-air tactics, severely limiting his flight and mobility.

As the side forced onto the defensive, Galos was at a geographical disadvantage.

But his mind grew increasingly composed, not letting anger overwhelm him from being ambushed.

The more it was a time like this, the more he had to suppress negative emotions and focus on overcoming the predicament and crisis.

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