A Dragon against the Whole World-Chapter 185 - 176: Dragon Tail Evolution

"Samantha, Trish, do you crave battle?"

Galos looked at the Red Dragon and the White Dragon.

There is no evil dragon that doesn’t enjoy fighting. Both nodded without any hesitation.

"I suspect that the Bloodhoof Clan is deliberately pretending to be weak to confuse us, so there’s no rush to attack their main camp." Galos said, "You both will take your followers and raid the Bloodhoof Clan’s mines and ranches."

Since the Minotaurs chose to shy away and feign weakness,

Galos decided to press on them step by step.

To see if the Bloodhoof Clan continues their disguise to confuse or if they can’t bear the looting of resources and start to fight back.

"Samantha, take the Flying Dragon group to attack the ranch."

"Trish, lead the Red Iron Riders’ followers to raid the mines."

Galos gave more specific instructions.

Upon hearing his words, the Red Dragon raised its head and spat out a wisp of flame: "I will make those horned reptiles wail in the fiery flames."

The White Dragon spread its massive wings: "I will freeze them into ice blocks."

The Elf Dragon suddenly appeared out of nowhere, officiously saying: "I will scare them to death."

"No, you have a more formidable task—guarding Dragon Valley." Galos’ serious demeanor made the Elf Dragon feel important, so it tightened its small face and said, "Vera promises to scare away all the monsters attempting to ambush Dragon Valley."

Immediately after, the Red Dragon excitedly took the Flying Dragon group and departed from Dragon Valley, vanishing into the sky.

The White Dragon also took the swift Red Iron Riders, beginning the march towards the Bloodhoof Clan’s mines.

Galos watched them leave, opened the lid of a black oil drum, dipped the tip of his tail into a bit of black oil, and then gently licked it.

Hiss—it’s as if a line of fire ran down his throat into his stomach.

Flames spewed from Galos’ nostrils, feeling that the 95% pure black oil was indeed better than what he had drunk before.

It absorbs quickly, supplies plenty of energy, and places less burden.

Resisting the urge to gulp down the 95 black oil, Galos opened his mouth wide and placed the entire oil drum in it.

He didn’t bite down, but the oil drum vanished in the blink of an eye.

At the base of one of the Red Iron Dragon’s tusks, what seemed like a tooth ring at first glance was actually a ring, shimmering with a crystal-like luster, set on his tooth by Galos.

It was a Spatial Ring given by Nick, capable of changing size.

It could also be worn on a Dragon Claw.

However, during intense battles, wearing it on the frequently used Dragon Claw risked damage, so Galos wore it on a tooth.

His stomach chamber had limited space.

Moreover, each time required regurgitation, which consumed time based on the size of the items, making it faster to retrieve from the Spatial Ring.

He stored away the black oil drum.

Over the past few days, with his body state adjusted to its peak, Galos didn’t continue resting.

Using the large iron anvils created by Samantha, he honed his wings and tail, making the scales and wing bones on them as sharp as blades.

Galos had gone through such sharpening many times before.

His wings showed no signs of evolution.

But he felt something different with his tail, especially the scales on both sides becoming tighter, overlapping and slightly protruding outward, seemingly evolving towards a blade-like form, although it was just the beginning and not complete.

Sizzle! Sizzle.

As the Dragon Tail and Dragon Wings ground against the iron anvils, accompanied by a harsh sound, a shower of sparks flew.

Soon after.

Bloodhoof Clan, Heavy Armor Rhino Ranch.

The sunlight lazily spread across the grassland.

Minotaur Guards were positioned all around, vigilant of the threats in their surroundings.

Almost a hundred Heavy Armor Rhinos leisurely grazed on the frost-resistant grass, their heavy bodies leaving footprints on the ground, their thick black tough skins gleaming with a metallic luster in the sunlight, the horns on their heads occasionally brushing against bushes, knocking off a few ripe berries.

A few young rhinos playfully butted each other, making dull "thud thud" sounds.

One of the Minotaur leaders of the Bloodhoof Clan, Shaman Grino, was collecting dung from the rhino herd.

Some Heavy Armor Rhinos had been particularly lazy recently, even somewhat weak, and Grino could judge from their dung whether they were sick or if it was due to other reasons.

Grino’s thick fingers pinched a few undigested grass stalks, his bushy eyebrows furrowed into a knot. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The dung contained abnormal mucus, clearly indicating that the digestive systems of three or four mother rhinos had issues.

"Go get some wormwood."

Grino had just looked up to instruct his assistant when the fearful cries of young rhinos suddenly echoed by his ear.

The sky suddenly darkened.

Twelve figures tore through the clouds, led by Red Dragon Samantha and Flying Dragon Leader Tasha, both spreading their enormous wings, casting deep shadows over the rhinoceros herd and the Minotaurs.

"Enemy attack, light the beacon!"

The shaman’s shout was drowned out in the chaos of the rhinoceros herd.

The red dragon’s dive created a gust that flattened the grass, she skimmed low over the ground, spitting Flaming Dragon Breath, targeting not the Minotaur guards, but the rhinoceros herd first, the dragon breath fell upon the heavy armor rhinos turning their black tough skin crimson like melting molten iron.

The flying dragons followed closely with their attack, spraying corrosive acid.

The attacked rhino herd scattered, but the dragon group did not pursue them.

The heavy armor rhinos’ massive bodies crushed the earth, unstoppable; the Minotaur guards tried to block them but were thrown away one by one.

"Deal with the Evil Dragon first!"

Grino’s bull eyes turned red, issuing the order.

The elite Minotaurs no longer obstructed the rhino herd, focusing intently on the incoming Evil Dragons.

They threw their carried short spears, aimed at the flying dragons and the red dragon.

Flying Dragon Tasha agilely swung her wings, evading the short spears, swooping near the ground, her strong hind feet grabbing a Minotaur elite, lifting him into the air, her tail sting pierced beneath the armor’s seam, injecting poison, then flinging him towards other Minotaurs.

The most spears were hurled at Samantha.

Samantha avoided most of them, and the remaining ones were knocked aside with her tail or claws.

But as she dived, knocking away several Minotaur guards, a short spear with lightning-like speed silently broke through the air, viciously piercing her rune-empowered scales, stabbing into her flesh.

Baring her fangs, Samantha turned to see an exceptionally tall, fully armed female Minotaur.

She was holding a long spear, her waist adorned with rows of short spears, exuding strong magical power, her life level was not low.

The Minotaur Warrior stomped the ground fiercely.

The ground immediately cracked, she charged towards Samantha like a cannonball, magical power enveloping the spear, locking onto Samantha’s wing membrane.

Whoosh!

The red dragon flapped her wings, rising in altitude, simultaneously breathing dragon breath at the Minotaur Warrior, forcing her to dodge and retreat back to the ground.

Under Galos’ influence over time, even the red dragon gradually realized her strengths, unlike other reckless young dragons, wouldn’t fight heedlessly, abandoning flying to fall on the ground.

"Reptiles, the sky is not your domain."

The red dragon said with flames rolling between her teeth.

At this moment, Shaman Grino knelt on the ground, hands pressed tightly to the surface, the earth in front cracking open.

A giant totem pole rose from the center of the ranch.

"Ascend!"

Tasha’s pupils contracted, she cried out.

In the next second, the totem pole shot out Lightning Chain, sweeping towards the flying dragons, but due to the Flying Dragon Leader’s early warning, most of the flying dragons ascended ahead, escaping the Lightning Chain’s attack range.

A few hit by it became numbed, movements slowing down.

Minotaur spear throwers concentrated their attack, short spears rained down on these flying dragons, puncturing their bodies into bloody holes, but despite incurring some injuries, these dragons also ascended, escaping the totem pole’s attack range.

"Totem pole... this Bloodhoof Clan is just as Galos thought, extraordinary."

Ordinary shamans couldn’t create such a thing.

"However, I have some good stuff too."

Samantha grinned, her claws brushing over the scales on her neck, pulling out three crimson spheres, then hurling them at the totem pole.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Lightning Chain swept over two of them, detonating them in the air, while another fell to the right of the totem pole, resulting in deafening explosions and sky-reaching fiery flames.

The runes engraved on the totem pole flashed, forming a magic shield, pausing the Lightning Chain’s attack.

"Flying dragons, attack!"

Samantha continued to throw her carried High-Explosive Flame Pearls at the totem pole for interference, these things had a longer attack range than dragon breath, and were disposable consumables that wouldn’t deplete Samantha’s magical power.

The dragon group under her cover continued their assault.

After a round of intense bombardment, the totem pole cracked, runes lost their glow.

The red dragon’s High-Explosive Flame Pearls also ran out, diving towards the ground again, attacking with the dragon group.

As time passed.

Under the Minotaurs’ counterattack, the increasingly injured dragon group began to retreat, not lingering in battle, leaving behind a mess and many Minotaur guards’ corpses.