A Dragon against the Whole World-Chapter 67: Galos Dragon Bomber

Galos locked his gaze tightly on the Cliff Snake Dragon, and as it tried to leave, he opened his mouth and spewed a fast-paced, long-range Electric Fire Dragon Breath, forcing it to respond.

The Electric Fire Dragon Breath traced a splendid trajectory through the night sky, shooting towards the Cliff Snake Dragon.

It narrowly twisted its body to evade, though it avoided the Dragon Breath, the wounds that had just stopped bleeding erupted again, bringing waves of ripping pain.

"I’ll devour you alive!"

The Cliff Snake Dragon roared, flying towards Galos, but Galos spread his Dragon Wings high and retreated once more.

Despite being tainted with venomous blood, which made his Dragon Wings sluggish, this was not enough for Galos to lose his mobility. Furthermore, given the injuries of the Cliff Snake Dragon, it was also more sluggish and couldn’t catch up to Galos.

For a moment, the Cliff Snake Dragon couldn’t understand what Galos wanted to do.

It emitted a few angry cries and then dove down, its long body sliding along the ground, snaking through the thickly forested hills like an agile serpent, alarming lower-level creatures and causing birds and beasts to scatter.

The many obstacles on the ground could confuse vision.

The Cliff Snake Dragon realized its aerial mobility was inferior to Galos, so it descended to the ground.

Reflected in the Dragon Eyes were the silhouette of the Snake Dragon snaking across the ground, and Galos folded his wings, diving in pursuit.

The Cliff Snake Dragon stared at Galos’s shadow sweeping through the night sky, its long tongue probing out, its body coiling up, ready for combat at any moment, and thick venomous fog steamed off its body, causing nearby trees’ branches and leaves to wither and fall.

However.

When Galos was a hundred meters above the ground, he suddenly switched to flying parallel to the surface at high speed without diving further down.

Dragon Scales, turned scarlet red due to air friction and magical enhancement, exploded from his body like a torrential rain, falling broadly towards the Cliff Snake Dragon.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Massive fiery flame balls appeared on the surface, hot waves wrapped with thick smoke rising into the air. This carpet-bombing, covering a broader area than the Dragon Breath, made it impossible for the agile Cliff Snake Dragon to completely dodge, forcing it to scurry frantically, ultimately being engulfed by flames.

The ground got blasted into charred pits, trenches plowed.

When the Cliff Snake Dragon rushed out of the flame’s range, it rolled its body, extinguishing the remaining fire and revealing its distressed state.

The flames left large, soot-blackened marks on its body.

The explosion’s shockwave blew away some of its Dragon Scales.

The sharp remnants of scattered scales embedded themselves in its body.

"Sssss—"

The Cliff Snake Dragon made an angry hiss, raising its head.

But before it saw Galos’s silhouette, another rain-like drizzle of Dragon Scales fell towards it.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The fragments embedded in the Cliff Snake Dragon’s body blossomed into blood flowers, the explosion’s fires engulfing it once again.

Galos’s wings spread wide, soaring swiftly in the air, his body scales crackling and heating up from friction, like red-hot steel plunged into cold water, occasionally sparking tiny flames.

These were the Dragon Scales nearing their limit, almost ready to explode with one more glance.

Galos unleashed them densely, landing towards the Cliff Snake Dragon.

Descending to the ground was definitely the wrong decision, the Cliff Snake Dragon suppressed by Galos’s bomber-like bombardment, unable to lift its head, striving to ascend the sky, yet met with dense exploding scales or Dragon Breath, forcing it back to the surface.

If it was at peak condition.

The Cliff Snake Dragon could perhaps utilize explosive speed for maneuvering.

But it was preemptively wounded by Galos, following intense battle and skirmishes, now unable to disengage and flee.

This was also the combat strategy Galos had premeditated while heading towards Crescent Valley.

First strike with ferocious aggression, wounding the Cliff Snake Dragon in one go, never lingering in battle, then switching to ranged attacks once his poison was not deep, retreat when the enemy advances, advance when the enemy retreats, strike when the enemy tires.

The ground cracked and collapsed, ancient trees burned fiercely like torches.

Even with the Dragon Race’s vibrant life force, they couldn’t withstand this degree of bombardment; the breath of the Cliff Snake Dragon gradually weakened.

As a Fire Dragon, it had higher resistance to fire damage, but the primary lethal force of exploding scales was not fire damage, but the explosion’s shockwave and the shrapnel-like fragments mixed within.

Galos glided again through the nighttime sky, his body trembled.

Only a few stray Dragon Scales spiraled out, turning into flames and exploding upon striking the ground.

Glancing back, Galos saw that he had nearly exhausted his exploding scales; the saturation bombing was quite consuming.

And as the undistinguished exploding scales fell off, the true Scale Armor of the Red Iron Dragon was revealed.

Each Dragon Scale, shining with silver matte, intertwined with moonlight, resembling exquisite Obsidian, and like forged steel, carried the invincible metallic texture, and upon them, faintly glowing dark red veins crisscrossed like lava streaming across his body.

Strong and mighty, the Dragon’s 威威 permeated.

It could be said, Galos had now shown his hit points.

But the Cliff Snake Dragon was nearly done.

The black and red Dragon Shadow hovered high in the night sky.

Its massive wingspan obscured the moonlight, the shadow it cast enveloped the Cliff Snake Dragon.

At this moment, the Cliff Snake Dragon, with its scattered Scales Armor, skin tattered and flesh exposed, exuding the most intense poisonous fog, barely alive.

It gazed unwillingly and resentfully at Galos.

The Cliff Snake Dragon shuddered, and its raised upper body crashed heavily to the ground, passing out.

It shouldn’t be dead yet, just unconscious.

Take it away? Think of a way to imprison it, limit its chance to commit suicide, continually boosting my poison resistance?

Galos squinted and released a spherical Electric Fire Dragon Breath towards the Cliff Snake Dragon.

Swoosh—The barely alive Cliff Snake Dragon suddenly opened its blood-red eyes, twisting its long body to evade the Dragon Breath, then staring intently at Galos, emitting annoyed hisses.

It attempted to feign death to lure Galos closer, then launch a fierce counterattack while its venom was at its peak.

But Galos didn’t fall for it, directly delivering a ranged finisher.

Like a dying flashback, the heavily injured Cliff Snake Dragon gathered its remaining strength to pounce on Galos, but before reaching the sky, suddenly turned and fled towards Crescent Valley.

"Isn’t it said in the legacy that when Snake Dragons are gravely injured, they’d curse themselves to death?"

"Its survival instinct is stronger than I thought."

"Was I unable to push it to the edge? Or is it individual differences?"

Galos thought, feeling it’s more likely due to individual differences.

The knowledge in the legacy mainly pertains to the inherent impressions of a whole clan, but when pinpointed to individuals, it’s not as accurate, not completely reliable.

Galos pursued the Cliff Snake Dragon leisurely.

He wasn’t in a rush to close in for a kill, rather opting for caution, using ranged attacks such as Dragon Breath and Silver Frost Ring, driving the Cliff Snake Dragon to exhaustion, its condition gradually declining.

One chasing, one fleeing.

Because the earlier scrap wasn’t far removed, swiftly, the Cliff Snake Dragon dragging its gravely injured body, descended into Crescent Valley.

At this time, the Werewolves of the Howling Moon Clan were gathering, ready and vigilant, some gazes landing on the Cliff Snake Dragon, others looking skyward, noticing the swiftly approaching black and red Dragon Shadows.

Landed before the Elder Shaman.

The Cliff Snake Dragon roared, saying: "Stop it! Kill it! It’s my enemy!"

The "it" in its mouth undoubtedly referred to Galos.

Simultaneously, Galos arrived at Crescent Valley, hovering above.

"What exactly is the relationship between these Werewolves and the Cliff Snake Dragon?"

Galos thought, decided to rely on the aerial advantage, using ranged attacks to consume the Cliff Snake Dragon, while the Werewolves, unable to fly, posed little threat to him.

But much to Galos’s surprise.

He saw when the Cliff Snake Dragon twisted its body, seeking the Elder Shaman’s aid, the Elder Shaman suddenly glowed with a white radiance, transforming into a giant wolf spirit’s shadow, landing a paw on the Cliff Snake Dragon’s head.

The damage wasn’t high, but it stunned the Cliff Snake Dragon for a moment.