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Chapter 2050 The Lone Commander
The Dragon Ball shone brightly, and the Dragon Soul that chased the light was reduced to a powerful dragon head, as if drawn in ink painting, which bared its fangs and claws as the clown danced and charged toward the soldier Piccoatole.

What appears ethereal, like an attack effect, is actually a highly concentrated energy form with substance. True ancient dragons are born directly from the primordial matter, their souls formed from the boundless void; their physical bodies are merely vessels.

Swinging the Dragon Playing Staff forward will cause the dragon spirit to bite in a straight line, while rotating the Dragon Playing Staff in an arc will cause the dragon spirit to sweep horizontally. It can be used as an area attack or as a barrier.

If the dragon soul starts wielding the flower stick, it will randomly and violently whip its body.

The three soldiers, Picoatore, were in dire straits. The ancient dragon, with only a soul, could not severely injure them with a single blow, but because of their light and agile bodies, even a single hit would be excruciating.

The most troublesome thing is that it's not that the three of them have entangled the clown, but that they all need to work together to stop the clown. If one of them retreats, the remaining two will inevitably suffer one death and one injury.

Godfather Corrajo, standing in the shadows, grew impatient. Half of the Corva family had died, and even their family heirlooms had been stolen, yet the three intruders had emerged unscathed.

Three?

Godfather Corrajo's pupils contracted sharply. Despite the lack of any warning or indication of its abilities, it relied on its honed instincts and, sensing something was wrong, flapped its wings and flew away from its spot.

Almost immediately, its favorite shiny object suddenly appeared, sending a chill down its spine. That spot was its head. If it hadn't trusted its instincts, it would now be a living corpse, just like its strategist.

"Oops~ We've been found out."

Standing in darkness deeper than shadows, with only one hand exposed, the Ripper chuckled eerily.

"Gah!"

Godfather Corrajo let out a shriek, not to summon his family members for protection, but to roar in anger that the Ripper dared to come and behead him.

He didn't sit in the position of Godfather just because of his seniority; he possesses both wisdom and power.

With a level of LV350, capable of challenging the limits of his own race, Godfather Corrajo was incredibly confident.

With a flap of its wings, its jet-black feathers, accompanied by a gale, were blown about. The soft feathers were as sharp as steel knives, easily slicing through the gold coins and tearing several slits in the golden sea.

"This level is truly impressive. I'm not confident I can beat you in a one-on-one fight." The Ripper moved with effortless grace, casually passing through Godfather Corrajo's deathly black feathers and heading straight for Godfather Corrajo's face.

Despite saying he couldn't do it, he still slashed at Godfather Corragio's vitals with his twin swords.

Unfortunately, the LV350 godfather Corrajo is not in the same league as other members of the Corrajo family. It's not that his attributes are exaggerated, but that he is exceptionally versatile.

Its wings are like two flexible shields, capable of both offense and defense, and can also unleash devastating black feathers of death.

If its wings are so difficult to deal with, its claws are even more formidable. As a bird, it possesses incredibly sharp claws and astonishing grip strength, capable of inflicting tons of damage even without using any skills.

What's even more difficult to deal with than the creature itself is the leather pouch on its back, which contains far more treasures than its apparent size. This is a leather pouch that every Feathered Raider is born with, and the higher the level, the larger the capacity of the pouch.

As the godfather, Corrajo not only possessed his own collection but also treasures passed down through the entire Corrajo family, with the Bird and Beast Pickaxe being just the most precious among them. The Ripper moved swiftly, splitting into several shadows that attacked Godfather Corrajo from all directions. Seeing this, Godfather Corrajo reached into his leather pouch with his left claw and pulled out a greatsword.

Godfather Corrajo swung his greatsword with one arm, sweeping it horizontally. Several of the Ripper's shadows were cut in two by the sword, but the Ripper himself had already lunged forward and charged in front of Godfather Corrajo, his two longswords aimed straight at Godfather Corrajo's ankles.

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Sparks flew as the two longswords clashed against the scythe pulled out by Godfather Corracco's right claw. Due to the difference in quality, the longswords shattered after only two seconds.

The Ripper did a backflip in a somewhat disheveled manner to create distance, throwing knives as he rolled.

Godfather Corrajo elegantly blocked the throwing knife with his right wing, planted the greatsword in the ground with his left claw, and pulled another long gun covered in scales from his leather bag, switching to a Thompson submachine gun in his right hand.

After just two collisions, it knew that the Ripper was very fragile and that it could win with just one hit.

"quack--"

Godfather Corragio mocked the Ripper, but his actions were unusually ferocious. The Ripper had killed his family members, and this blood debt had to be repaid with more blood.

Now that it has killed the Ripper, it will go on to kill everyone who smells of the Ripper, until they are all gone, as a sacrifice to the fallen family members.

"Really? If you can do that, I'll really admire you. If you're willing, I can tell you her location right now. A boss as fat as you would be perfect as a surprise gift."

The Ripper glanced at Corrajo's leather bag, which was practically a treasure trove, capable of producing all sorts of weapons, and all of them were of high quality.

"But you can't focus, your whole family is going to die."

No sooner had the Ripper finished speaking than a scream rang out, and the ogre was the first to lose balance between the two battlefields.

The Dragon-Playing Staff was so eye-catching that the three soldiers, Piccoatole, were so focused on it that when it was launched like a javelin, their eyes followed it instinctively, causing them to overlook the ogre who was crouching low and charging close to the dragon soul.

By the time they noticed, the clown had already swung his pickaxe and struck, instantly blowing the head off a soldier named Piccoatole.

This scene left the remaining soldiers, Piccoatole, frozen in place, with no chance to react.

When only two soldiers, Piccoatole, remained, they formed a straight line regardless of their positions.

Using the strength of the ouroboros's body, the ogre grabbed a cadre, Kaboregim, by the neck and greedily took a bite, aligning Kaboregim with two soldiers, Picoatore.

With two more shots of ouroboros venom remaining, it pierced the forehead of the officer Caporejim and killed two soldiers, Piccoatole, killing three in one.

(End of this chapter)