Defeat the entire world with the power of one dragon!

Chapter 21 Spirit
The waning moon hung like a hook over the Kenyan tribe, stretching the shadows cast by the low mountains into a distorted shape.

Garros's dragon eyes were deep and dark in the night. He lowered his body, and the dark red veins on his obsidian-like dragon scales glowed faintly.

"Your death will soothe the unrest in my heart."

He swept his tail, turning the jumping goblin warrior behind him into radiating mud. The leather armor it was wearing, which was carefully tanned and protected by alchemical runes, was like soaked paper and shattered at the touch.

"Damn dragons!"

With the firelight and the devastated territory reflected in his eyes, Brokentooth Goruk reacted and let out an angry growl.

Buzz!
The engine starts and the black oil burns quickly and is consumed as energy.

Black oil - formed by the accumulation of monster bodies over a long period of time, it is black and sticky, and is the basic energy source used by many alchemical tools. It is similar to petroleum, but the energy it contains is far higher and stronger than petroleum.

Black oil, magic stones, source crystals and other resources are extremely abundant.

This is an important factor in the extremely high level of alchemy on Planet Bernardo.

As the engine hummed.

A large amount of steam rose from the giant-armed miner's body, and the alchemical runes engraved on the steel plates on its body lit up one by one. Its heavy body stepped across the ground and rushed towards the red iron dragon.

If on the ground.

If it is on the ground.

Brokentooth Goruk, riding the Giant Arm Miner, is confident that he can kill any young dragon.

Moreover, given the young dragon's intelligence, arrogance and conceit, it might forget its flying advantage when fighting and stay on the ground to fight the enemy.

"I'll tear off its wings first. By the time it tries to fly back into the sky, it will be too late!"

Broken Tooth Goruk already had a battle strategy in mind.

The Giant Arm Miner is not a combat-type alchemical golem, but its giant arms have the powerful strength to smash rocks into powder and bend steel, so it should have no problem fighting a young dragon head-on.

the other side.

Groz, the shaman of the Gnawing Tribe, hunched his back. The largest abscess on the top, which was like a camel's hump, burst open, and a huge black and purple spider jumped out from it along with disgusting juice.

This spider has dark red compound eyes, a pitch-black shell, legs covered with tiny pointed hairs, and is the size of a goblin's head.

At first glance, it looks lifelike and like a real life form, but in fact it is a spirit cultivated by Groz and is also the main means of attack of this goblin shaman.

The web of spider spirit!

Groz cast a spell, and the spider spirit lay on its back, opened its mouth and spit out a tough, huge, sticky and toxic silk web towards Garros.

On one side is a silk screen formed by magic.

On the other side is a giant-armed miner coming aggressively.

Garros bent his limbs slightly, the muscles under the dragon scales were as tight as steel wire, and then he burst out with powerful strength in an instant, and at the same time, he swung his dragon wings.

call!
The strong wind carried the dust into air waves and scattered them in all directions.

Before the wire mesh fell, the red iron dragon soared into the sky.

Goruk, who was driving the giant-arm miner, looked up at the sky, but he could do nothing but stare blankly, because this alchemical golem had no anti-aircraft means.

"Just like the red dragon, was it scared away by me?"

After scaring off two young dragons in a row, Goruk felt that he was extremely powerful and that perhaps he would not be afraid of young dragons anymore.

"Call for me, the mighty Goruk has driven back the dragon once again!"

The goblin roared.

The other goblins, who were confused, subconsciously echoed and praised Goruk's strength and bravery.

Only Groz knew that the matter was not over yet.

"Everyone be careful! It hasn't left yet!" Garros rose high into the sky and looked down at the tiny goblin tribe below.

His wings flapped, tearing the air as he dived down. The airflow hit the feather-like scales on his wing membrane, making a sharp scream.

When the distance is about the same.

Garros' wings were folded into a cone, and the dark red texture on the surface of the scales was slightly shiny, like flames flowing on steel.

The Red Iron Dragon was like a small black and red meteorite, falling from the sky with a huge sense of oppression, smashing into the giant-armed miner that was its obvious target.

Brokentooth Goruk felt a hint of fear in his heart.

But this hint of fear was quickly torn apart by the recently inflated confidence.

It manipulated the Giant Arm Miner to raise its two giant arms and head towards the Red Iron Dragon, shouting excitedly, "My tribe, bear witness for me! Witness the moment when the mighty Goruk slays the dragon!"

The goblins looked at Brokentooth Goruk with admiration.

Its confident tone even infected Groz, making him think that this guy might really be able to...
collapse!
The moment the Red Iron Dragon collides with the Giant Arm Miner.

The ground cracked in a spider web pattern, and the shock wave blew away all the goblins in the surrounding area, causing them to crash into the mountain walls or their companions' weapons, resulting in heavy casualties.

The eight-meter-tall alchemical golem looked like a can crushed by a giant, its riveted steel plates twisted and cracked, and black oil spurted out like plasma.

Brokentooth Goruk's scream stopped abruptly as a broken metal pipe pierced its throat, nailing the goblin to the twisted console.

The last thing it saw was Garros rising from the flames and smoke.

"Dead! Run!"

A goblin just crawled up from the ground, shouting for his life, but before he ran a few steps, his head flew high up, with an expression of fear frozen on his face. He just happened to see his headless body still twitching its fingers in vain.

Garros's dragon wings spread out like two giant guillotines, flying low over the tribal camp.

Wherever the wings passed, goblins, tents, stone houses, weapon racks, everything was neatly cut open.

Whoosh!
A black shadow suddenly jumped from the side.

Garros swung his claws across, but there was no physical touch when he hit it.

The spider spirit jumped onto Garros's back, and its fangs bit along the gaps between Garros' dragon scales, sinking into them completely. To be more precise, it did not tear Garros' dragon scales and flesh, but seemed to melt directly into them.

There was a stinging sensation from being bitten.

The spider spirit formed by the magic ignored his hard dragon scales and caused damage to him. Although the damage was not high, it still made Garros frown.

"My resistance to spell attacks is still not high enough."

A dragon's magic resistance increases with age, and an adult dragon can ignore many spells, but a young dragon's magic resistance is very limited.

"Plus, purely physical attacks aren't very effective against spirits, spell spirits, and the like."

Spell-like skill - fireball!

Whoosh! A small fireball condensed beside Garros and hit the spider spirit, blowing it to ashes.

The power of his claw attack is much stronger than that of Fireball, but it is not as effective as Fireball against spider spirits.

"I need to delve deeper into my spell-like skills. I know too little now."

Garros thought to himself.

He strives to make himself have unparalleled defense, extremely fast speed, a lot of health, and not easy to kill, but this does not mean that Garros wants to be a "reckless man" who relies entirely on his strong physical strength for close combat.

Dragons are born sorcerers, and they will not give up this advantage.

However, the adaptation and evolution in this aspect is much slower than that of the physical body. Currently, Garros has only mastered a few spell-like skills ahead of other young dragons.

(End of this chapter)