Chapter 151: Chapter 145: Evil Dragon, Face My Evil-Breaking Slash

The arena was surrounded by tiered circular steps, with a crimson barrier overhead, about a hundred meters off the ground.

“Able to trigger such an independent space and forcibly pull me in.”

“Truly a powerful alchemy tool.”

Within the crimson barrier, a stone slab could be vaguely seen, which was the core of the gladiatorial array plate.

Galos suddenly raised his head, opened his dragon’s mouth, and spewed a lava-like flaming dragon breath, directly attacking the core of the crimson barrier, attempting to break the plate and shatter this space.

However, despite the visible dent and ripples caused by the flaming dragon breath’s impact on the crimson barrier,

it was like a fist hitting cotton, showing no sign of tearing or breaking.

Galos had a feeling that if he continued to use the dragon breath, he could melt the barrier over time, damaging the plate and breaking open this space.

But the problem now was that he was not the only dragon in the dueling space; across from him were the watchful dragon hunters.

The dragon hunters did not directly attack Galos; they even allowed him to destroy the barrier.

And Galos, after trying briefly, stopped.

Failing to destroy it in a short time would only waste his stamina and magical energy, giving the hunters more opportunities. They were just watching with cold eyes, waiting for Galos to exhaust himself and not intercepting.

Troublesome.

Galos thought to himself.

He knew that alchemy on Bernardo Planet was very advanced, so the type of alchemy tools was not surprising, but this gladiatorial array plate still caught him off guard.

“You’re smart, knowing to try breaking the plate first.”

“But unfortunately, you don’t have the power to destroy it, nor does anyone present.”

The Curse Master said softly, “This plate was custom-made at a high cost, a refined replica of a legendary artifact, even more valuable than an entire adult dragon. Using it on you is actually quite overkill.”

Ordinary hunters knew to sharpen their spears and prepare tools before a hunt.

The Gladiatorial Array Plate was a tool that this Dragon Hunting Squad obtained with nearly half of their savings, its effect powerful but usable only three times; the first time to hunt an adult Black Dragon, and now the second use.

If it weren’t for the Viscount offering them a large reward, they would’ve never used this chance on a young dragon hunt.

As for the legendary artifact it replicates.

Besides the basic functions of this replica, it can continuously extract the attributes of a selected target to enhance itself, achieving a balance of increase and decrease. Also, after killing the target, it permanently gains a bit of the opponent’s attribute, truly deserving of the title legendary artifact.

“Evil Dragon! Here will be your tomb!”

A person who made Galos feel familiar walked out from the Dragon Hunting Squad.

He wore battle armor engraved with thorn patterns, carried a great sword in his hand, his face stern, eyes filled with deep-seated hatred.

Galos looked at this man, recognizing him at first glance through his somewhat familiar facial contours shared with Edmund, the patterns on his armor, and his spiteful, hateful gaze.

—Viscount Ironthorn.

He wasn’t staying in the southern Federation territory but instead sold his family assets, recruited a Dragon Hunting Squad, and personally pursued into the wilderness.

This surprised Galos, but then murderous intent flooded his heart.

Fail to cut the grass at its roots, and the current situation is the result.

No one can predict what a person with deep hatred is willing to pay for revenge, but given the circumstances back then, it was indeed difficult to eliminate Viscount Ironthorn, who was far within the Federation territory.

But now.

He stood before Galos himself, offering the chance to cut the grass at its roots once and for all.

“I underestimated your determination.”

“Daring to pursue into the wilderness, you are quite a character.”

Galos’s eyes deepened, then suddenly grinned widely, shifting his tone, saying, “But your son, acting like a kobold groveling, begged me for forgiveness. He knelt before me, pleading for mercy for his stupidity and impudence, which I ruthlessly denied, and then I crushed him like an insect.”

Sparring with words is sometimes necessary.

This can make the enemy angry, lose composure, and gain oneself an advantage.

The Viscount’s face turned ashen; he took deep breaths constantly but couldn’t suppress the surging anger and hatred, unable to resist the urge to rush at Galos but was held back by a large hand.

“Pillaging! Massacre!”

“Evil Dragon, you have committed unforgivable sins!”

A thick, stately voice like thunder boomed from the Paladin’s mouth.

Galos recalled the descriptions of Paladins in his heritage: they always stand on the side of ’justice,’ and when their resolve to combat evil wavers, their strength also decreases.

“You are wrong.”

He stared at the Paladin, saying, “This Viscount, under the guise of tax collecting, pillaged. As for you, you hunt in the name of sport, slaughtering creatures that live peacefully in the wilderness, treating intelligent creatures as beasts.”

“Pillaging, slaughter… heh, if I am guilty, you are equally deep in sin.”

The Paladin was silent for a moment.

He then swept his eyes over Galos’s fierce visage and rebuked, “Inherently evil Mixed-blood Dragon, don’t argue, take it up with my Evil-Breaking Slash!”

He stepped forward, swung the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword in the air.

Evil-Breaking Slash!

A fifteen-meter wide, crescent-shaped sword light erupted, howling as it tore through the air, directly slashing towards Galos’s neck.

Galos crouched low on all fours, muscles tense, his body already laterally moving and stopping in a slightly slanted position on the stands, his claws gripping the steps tightly, causing them to shatter, stones crumbling.

The spot he had vacated was hit by the Evil-Breaking Slash, forming a deep fissure.

“As expected, encountering such people, just a glance deems me an evil dragon that must be vanquished.”

“I no longer need to hold back.”

The Red Iron Dragon fixed his gaze on the dragon hunters, eyes contracted into vertical pupils, cold and merciless, fierce light glaring.

This space left him no retreat, no possibility of backing down; he had to face this battle.

At this point, let the fight proceed.

No need to consider consequences, risks, or be overly cautious.

He had only one thought at this moment.

—To kill all these enemies!

Galos spread his Dragon Wings, a dark red aura billowed behind them, and with the Curse Master’s low incantation, a dozen Shadow Chains stabbed out simultaneously from all directions of the void, entwining toward his body.

Swoosh!

Wings flapped.

The Red Iron Dragon leaped in the air, attempting to first gain height to maneuver between the Shadow Chains.

The speed of the Shadow Chains was extremely fast, and a few of them still coiled around Galos’s hind legs. Though they were snapped in an instant by his power, it successfully caused his body to lag temporarily.

But just for that lapse.

More attacks followed one after another.

“King of Battle, Wishing!”

“Tampas, Invincible!”

“May the great War God grant us enemy-crushing power!”

The burly, bald War Priest with a tattoo of the Sword and Shield Holy Emblem on his face raised his sword, a beam of light ignoring the blood-colored barrier of the dueling space, penetrating it, descending from the sky, coating all his comrades’ weapons.

“King of Battle, Wishing!”

“Tampas, Unbeatable!”

“May the great War God grant us impenetrable defense!”

He then raised the Silver Heavy Shield high, another beam of light descended, directly covering all his comrades’ bodies.

Beside the War Priest.

The Fierce Beast Hunter specializing in exploiting weaknesses of large creatures was a lean man.

He was the first to make a move, drawing a bow almost as long as himself, finger on the bowstring, effortlessly condensing a radiant arrow as the runes on the bow shimmered.

His arm moved with such speed it left afterimages, as if he had grown a dozen arms, rapidly pulling the bowstring, unleashing a dense rain of arrows.

The rain of arrows was dense, and each arrow was extremely cunningly angled, targeting the young dragon’s eyes, the gaps between scales, the joints of wings and body, along with a barrage of predictive, blocking arrows.

Galos didn’t react greatly.

He merely raised a clawed hand, lightly flapping his dragon wings, evading or shattering those arrows aiming for his weak points.

As for the other arrows, they simply landed on his strong, broad body.

The clanging sounds of metal collisions continued non-stop, with sparks flying off the Red Iron Dragon’s body, the usually black and gray explosion scales turning red, like hot embers.

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