Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 200 - 148: The 3rd Legend, The Curse of Titan Bloodline!

Boom——

The Giant Dragon’s tail smashed fiercely onto the grand tower shield, as wide as a city gate. At the moment of collision, the air compressed to its limit suddenly exploded. A thunderous shockwave sound rang out, and visible airwaves rippled outward, flattening another layer of the already devastated, scarred land.

The clouds in the sky were also struck fiercely, revealing a chasm as if cleaved by a sharp sword, stretching for dozens of kilometers with no end in sight, splitting the cloud layer with the shockwave.

"What about the healing? Keep buffing me!"

The Heavy Equipment Soldier holding the tower shield had blood spraying from every seam in his armor, looking especially terrifying. Facing the direct hit from the dragon’s tail, he was critically wounded.

Originally, the vibrant Spirit Light shining on his body was completely shattered by this blow. Fortunately, it was the protection from the Extreme Intent Mage Group that allowed him to still stand in place, bleeding all over, but able to speak. Otherwise, this warrior, proud of his defense, felt like he would have been whipped to death.

In fact, as he shouted, beams of pre-accumulated Spirit Light had already descended upon him, healing his grievous injuries and bestowing various buffs, granting him an explosive power, endurance, and resilience beyond normal state.

With such enhancement, a warrior’s short-term explosive power could reach more than three times the normal state, making it possible for a defense-specialized Heavy Equipment Soldier to withstand an attack from a dragon of the same level.

However, this was under normal circumstances. Now, they were facing a non-normal dragon. All the buffs and Guardian Mage support merely allowed him to survive the dragon attack, catch his breath, and receive the next round of buffs.

"How can there be such a powerful Golden Dragon?"

Barely recovering, the Heavy Equipment Soldier saw the damage mark on his tower shield from the dragon’s tail swipe, with even the scales’ imprint clearly visible, making him shiver in his heart and couldn’t help but curse in anguish,

"Those damned bastards!"

As a Heavy Shield Warrior who lived over two hundred years with extremely rich combat experience, Tadis had seen many situations. He even participated in wars against dragons, standing in the frontline, enduring the most fierce dragon attacks.

But back then, he managed with his naturally strong and resilient body and the best gear. However now, even being stronger than then, with better equipment and five Extreme Intent Mages providing protection, he felt like he was constantly hovering on the brink of life and death.

No, this was not an illusion; his life was completely in the hands of the majestic Golden Dragon opposing him. Tadis could confirm that he was still alive only because the opponent perfectly controlled the strength of the attack.

If the Golden Dragon went all out, it could cleave him and his shield alive. Facing the dragon’s attack, sometimes he felt the dragon’s sweeping tail wasn’t just a tail but a Dragon Spear formed from a Divine Artifact, an attack completely indomitable.

Unfortunately, as a Heavy Armor Extreme Intent Warrior, his agility wasn’t that bad, but compared to the Giant Dragon soaring through the sky, freely traversing the battlefield, accepting hits was his best option.

"What are you all waiting for? Watching a show?"

Catching his breath, Tadis cursed the mages in his heart, and with sharper words, he criticized the six Extreme Intent Warriors who should have been fighting the Golden Dragon alongside him,

"You stupid, brainless cowards..."

Being scolded by the heavily injured Heavy Shield Warrior, none of the warriors had any objections because he was the one enduring the heaviest hit. If anyone complained, he could refuse to defend, and they would suffer.

"How many times have I told you, cooperate! You’re all completely uncoordinated now. A dozen Extreme Intent warriors together, and yet you don’t give me any pressure, it’s too disgraceful."

The mages and warriors calculated how long they had to endure until it was over. Meanwhile, the Golden Dragon, circling high in the sky, lost interest and landed, pointing at these central pillars of power and authority on the territory.

"If you ever encounter an enemy like me, none of you will escape, you’ll only be killed, falling without any value."

"Mr. Noah, I dare to assure you, even if you search the Xilantia Continent, you definitely won’t find a second dragon as terrifying as you."

"That’s right, you’re not the first Golden Dragon I’ve encountered. I’ve even learned from a Golden Dragon, but none were as despair-inducing as you."

Facing Noah’s criticism and comments, these Extreme Intent fighters, though unable to defeat him even together, they were not so timid as to not express their opinions.

"Perhaps searching the entire continent, you won’t find another dragon like me, but beings like me, do you really think they don’t exist?"

Noah questioned back. He never thought of himself as unique. He might be strong, exceptional, and one in a billion, but beings that could rival him absolutely existed.