Chapter 65: Chapter 65: He Streaks Across the Sky Like a Crimson Meteor

The sunset was like blood, dyeing the sky into a flowing molten painting, the descending sun like a pierced wound, seeping sticky twilight on the horizon.

Galos bathed in the crimson, fiery afterglow, each of his black iron-like Dragon Scales reflecting a dangerous light.

He spread his wings, the fine scales rubbing against each other, sending out strands of sparks. His body, straight like a blade, pierced the clouds and sky, speeding towards Crescent Valley, towards the Cliff Snake Dragon’s lair, like a drawn blade cleaving through the thickening dusk.

Every time he feels danger.

Every time he feels a threat to his life.

Galos always can’t suppress his boiling killing intent, wanting to eliminate the source of this danger.

This is not an influence brought by the Dragon Race’s bloodline.

According to Galos, few Dragons have thoughts like this. The vast majority of Dragons, due to their innate arrogance and conceit, believe they can overcome all dangers, think the world should crawl under their Dragon Wings, and consider themselves indestructible, hence lacking much crisis awareness.

Galos has seriously analyzed this.

He finally concluded.

It is likely because he had the misfortune to die once, felt the despair, fear, regret, and unwillingness before dying, and thus particularly cherish this Dragon life, hoping to live long. From the depths of his heart, he wants to kill all risks and factors affecting his survival in the cradle.

This seems a bit paranoid.

A bit of a persecution complex.

It can also be said that this is a flaw in Galos’s personality.

Just like he can’t eat two Magic Gemstones in succession, when facing life-threatening risks, he has difficulty suppressing his killing intent, wanting to kill them by any means. If the gap is too large and it’s really impossible, he will choose a strategic retreat, withdraw to a safe place.

But, for now.

This personality ’flaw’ has instead brought him some benefits.

In this situation, whether it is a flaw or an advantage becomes a bit blurred.

But regardless, the Cliff Snake Dragon must be dealt with.

Galos does not like a nomadic life; he just settled down in Needleleaf Valley. Should he move again because of the covert threat from the Cliff Snake Dragon?

This Snake Dragon is not strong enough to necessitate such a move.

Galos does not want to move again, nor does he want to be sneak-attacked by an enemy lying low like the Cliff Snake Dragon.

Since that’s the case, dealing with it in advance is the best way to handle it.

“Fighting it heedlessly to the death might cause me to be poisoned and heavily injured.”

“Consider the upcoming battle strategy, deal with this Cliff Snake Dragon at the lowest possible cost.”

The Red Iron Dragon took a deep breath of the icy night air, his eyes flickering.

The killing intent in his chest didn’t make him lose his head; instead, it made him calmer.

The wings swung, forming strands of sparks, dragging out firefly-like trails in the dusk. As time gradually passed, Galos was getting closer and closer to Crescent Valley.

Crescent Valley.

The night was deepening, the moonlight calm like water, pouring down from the sky.

Within the valley, it appeared peaceful as well.

But beneath the peace, there were undercurrents flowing.

Giant Wolf Knights, Howling Battle Werewolves, Wolfman Archers……..these young warriors of the Howling Moon Clan were fully armed as usual, patrolling inside and outside the territory. But if observed carefully from above, it could be seen that their positions vaguely formed an encircling formation, ready to break through obstacles at any time and launch a fierce attack on a clearing in the middle of the territory.

In addition.

Elderly werewolves and werewolf cubs.

The old and infirm of the Howling Moon Clan had all been relocated outside the valley at some unknown time, not staying within the territory.

All the young warriors, while patrolling normally, had tense muscles under their fur, occasionally a bit nervous, but swiftly replaced by resoluteness.

The Gray-haired Werewolf is inherently ferocious, but values blood ties, values kin of the same clan.

For the future of the clan, they were already prepared to die in battle.

“Elder, everything is ready.”

Wolfman Chieftain Russell lowered his voice, excitement mixed with tension.

The Elder Shaman nodded, speaking solemnly: “Remember, you must wait for the Rogers to step into the Array I set up, trigger the Array to restrain him, wait for my signal, then attack together to minimize clan casualties.”

At the words ’casualties’, Russell’s expression grew heavier.

He gripped the knife hilt at his waist, said: “I’ve given the instructions.”

“When you blow the Bone Whistle a second time, all the Howling Moon Clan warriors will rush in the first moment to kill him!”

After careful consideration and discussion.

The Shaman and the Chieftain decided to eliminate the Cliff Snake Dragon, rather than relocate the territory.

In the wilderness full of dangers, relocating the territory is not a simple matter.

Leaving their familiar place, going to an unfamiliar place to redevelop, this process is full of dangers, half of their clan surviving would be good.

Anyhow, there will be significant casualties.

So might as well fight against the Cliff Snake Dragon!

The warriors of the Howling Moon Clan would not fear battle!

Whoosh—

The Bone Whistle sounded for the first time.

The Elder Shaman stood in the middle of the clearing, filled with live prey.

Upon hearing the Bone Whistle, the Cliff Snake Dragon crawled out of its hole, then slithered with its long body, landing in front of the Elder Shaman, unceremoniously opening its bloody maw, biting onto one of the prey, and began to cruelly tear.

When feeding, the Cliff Snake Dragon injects toxins into the prey’s body to enhance the sensation of pain.

The prey let out a poignant wail, its skin and flesh torn away by the Cliff Snake Dragon’s fine sharp teeth.

The bloody process made even the Elder Shaman involuntarily frown slightly.

At the same time, he noticed the tail of the Cliff Snake Dragon.

The place where it was previously broken already had flesh buds that had grown, like the tail’s prototype. With the Dragon Race’s recovery speed, it would probably not take a few days to fully regenerate.

Initially, the Elder Shaman wanted to seek out the Dragon that had injured the Cliff Snake Dragon, and collaborate with him.

However, he had no knowledge of its origins nor its whereabouts.

No means of communication or exchange, the idea of borrowing its strength turned into wishful thinking, leading to the final decision to mobilize the clan’s power to eliminate the Cliff Snake Dragon.

Feeding continued.

The Cliff Snake Dragon gradually reached the center of the clearing.

Beneath the ground unseen, an array prepared in advance could be activated at any moment.

The Elder Shaman’s wolf face showed a hint of tension, then taking advantage of the Cliff Snake Dragon’s focus on the food, he took a deep breath, ready to blow the Bone Whistle to activate the array.

Whoosh—!!

The air compressed into a sharp whistle, coming from far to near.

No, I haven’t blown the whistle yet?

The Elder Shaman widened his eyes in confusion, before he could activate the array, he saw the Cliff Snake Dragon suddenly lift its upper body, its tail beating the ground, full of agitation, blood-red Dragon Eyes filled with viciousness, staring intently at the night sky.

Including the Elder Shaman.

Many werewolves raised their heads to look at the night sky, then all held their breath.

A crimson meteor dove down from between the clouds.

No, not a crimson meteor.

But a Giant Dragon like a crimson meteor.

Its size for now cannot be called ’giant’, but the momentum and oppressive presence it carried made all the wolves, upon seeing it, have the one impression that fit.

——Giant Dragon, a powerful Giant Dragon!

Galos tore through the night, charging straight towards the Cliff Snake Dragon.

At this moment, his speed, having accelerated, was extremely fast, dense sparks shooting between his wings, like countless stars flowing on them, the sound of fine feathers and scales rubbing against air, like thousands of swords unsheathing simultaneously.

This sound began as a high-frequency metal tremor, then gradually evolved into a thunderous roar as altitude lowered.

The Cliff Snake Dragon’s just raised head was pressed low by the sound wave, the forked tail tip involuntarily curled up, facing Galos’s unstoppable rolling Long Wei, fear was felt slightly.

But this trace of fear was instantly replaced by the Cliff Snake Dragon’s inherent ferocity and madness.

Hiss—!

It hissed, steam rose from beneath its Scale Armor, exploding with speed, taking to the skies.

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