A Dragon against the Whole World-Chapter 40: Legendary Alchemy Tools

Under the blessing of the Rune Battle Armor, the golden-haired warrior’s attributes skyrocketed, but he still couldn’t keep up with Galos’s speed. Seeing it charging towards the White-robed Priest, the golden-haired warrior’s eyes widened.

——She was the object of the golden-haired warrior’s affection.

Although his previous confession had been ruthlessly rejected, the golden-haired warrior’s admiration in his heart never disappeared.

"Cowardly and timid Dragon Race, are you afraid of my blade?"

"I, the great lord, will skin and disassemble you, make you into a specimen hanging in the display room!"

In a moment of inspiration, the golden-haired warrior shouted at the young dragon.

The Dragon Race, especially the Evil Dragons, were particularly arrogant and self-centered, and had a volatile temper, unable to withstand provocation. Direct insults and degradation were the best way to attract hatred.

However.

Galos acted as if he hadn’t heard, completely ignoring the golden-haired warrior’s provocation.

With the wind roaring behind him, he reached the White-robed Priest in an instant.

There are many types of priests. Some are clad in armor, wielding flails or war hammers, tall and burly, fighting more fiercely than warriors. Others, like the one before him, are not good at close combat, with a full set of support skills, such as strengthening or healing companions.

Facing Galos’s fierce assault.

This White-robed Priest retreated in panic and stumbled over a stone.

Retribution!

She opened her hand, aimed at Galos, raised and then lowered it, casting her only offensive skill.

Boom! The pure holy light struck like lightning, landing on Galos’s back, exploding dense cracks in his hard dragon scales. The holy light invaded through the cracks, bringing a burning-like intense pain.

The burning pain wasn’t due to high temperature.

Galos was nearly immune to ordinary Fire Element damage. This sensation was because the Retribution carried holy attributes, causing extra damage to the ’evil’ Galos.

"Hiss... So painful! Does this skill categorize me as the Evil Faction?"

"Are even skills nowadays biased and discriminatory? I, Galos, am not an Evil Dragon!"

Galos felt annoyed in his heart, his guillotine-like Dragon Wings swept across.

Under the moonlight, a head full of astonishment and fear soared into the sky.

"Ah! Heddi!"

The golden-haired warrior roared angrily: "Damn Evil Dragon, I’ll kill you!"

He grabbed the Door-Plate Greatsword and charged towards Galos with long strides.

At this time, only a dragon and two people were left on the field.

The dominant Galos, who controlled the situation with the power of one Dragon, the angry golden-haired warrior whose hair almost seemed to stand up, and the Necromancer standing in the shadow of a hemlock.

As for the Female Wanderer.

This fellow was the smartest, escaping the moment she sensed danger, while Samantha didn’t want to let this little thief who attacked her get away, and chased after her.

"It’s the Necromancer’s turn now."

Galos ignored the golden-haired warrior, turned his head, and locked his gaze on the Necromancer.

The Necromancer’s heart went cold, becoming nervous, but seeing two corpses with the corner of his eye, his heart steadied a bit.

With corpses around, especially Extraordinary corpses.

The Necromancer could exert skills much stronger than usual.

"Let me turn the tide."

He thought to himself, simultaneously pointing a finger at the priest’s corpse lying on the ground.

Corpse Explosion!

Boom!

The priest’s corpse suddenly exploded, leaving no residue behind, all blood and flesh essence forming a very fast blood-toxic mist that enveloped Galos.

Life Drain!

Boom! The caster’s corpse farther away also exploded, forming a blood line that fell onto the golden-haired warrior, causing his body to immediately swell, veins bulging on his face, muscles under his skin appearing to be filled with asphalt and oil, rising high, greatly enhancing him.

"Captain, a great opportunity!"

"You’ve been empowered, kill that Evil Dragon!"

The Necromancer shouted.

Under the chilly moonlight, the golden-haired warrior’s gaze grew dull, stiffly turning his neck to look at the Necromancer.

White-robed Priest Heddi—his object of affection.

Caster Haven—his blood brother.

As for the Necromancer before him, he wasn’t very familiar, only because he’d done a few tasks with him, felt he was competent, and such recruited him temporarily for this wilderness exploration.

"Why are you looking at me? Don’t just stand there, go on! Heddi and Haven are with you!"

The Necromancer urged, puzzled.

To him, reasonably utilizing the corpses of his companions was the greatest respect, but the golden-haired warrior didn’t think so.

"Bastard! I’ll kill you first!"

The golden-haired warrior’s eyes widened, turning, and charged at the Necromancer.

"Finished!"

The Necromancer was startled: "The captain’s under the Evil Dragon’s curse and is now incoherent!"

He reached out and summoned, the priest’s head ignited with ghost fire, turned into a skull, flying through the air, blocking the ’incoherent’ golden-haired warrior, who became angrier and more insane.

"I’ll kill you!"

With one swing, he shattered the skull, not caring about the few ghost fires that struck his body, he charged at the Necromancer, swinging a sword at him.

The Necromancer couldn’t avoid it, his body sliced diagonally in two.

Ahh! The golden-haired warrior roared, swinging another sword that severed the Necromancer’s head.

On the other side.

Galos’s wings burned with flames, long since dispersing the blood mist, but he hadn’t acted, curiously and surprisingly watching the scene before him.

The sudden infighting on the other side was beyond his expectations, adding dramatic color to this fierce battle.

However, it did save him some effort.

"Evil Dragon!"

Having killed the Necromancer, the golden-haired warrior turned to Galos, rushing over.

"Die!"

He jumped up, raising his greatsword, recklessly slashing towards Galos’s head.

The warrior’s sword never fell.

Galos abruptly turned, his tail sweeping horizontally, launching both man and sword into a rock wall twenty meters away, fragments flying amidst distorted limbs wedged into a crevice, lifeless.

The battle was over, and silence fell.

The Red Iron Young Dragon slowly stepped forward, scanning the surroundings.

Upon seeing a certain spot, Galos suddenly unleashed a Flaming Dragon Breath, enveloping the Necromancer’s corpse remnants, where amidst the burning flames came a series of horrendous screams, ultimately vanishing with the corpse fully reduced to ashes.

"Not completely dead yet."

Galos thought.

He wasn’t sure of the Necromancer’s exact condition, merely assuming that such professionals dealing with death might have more life-saving measures, and thus acted with the thought of being cautious and decided to finish it off with Dragon Breath, coincidentally hitting the mark.

"Can’t underestimate adventurers indeed."

"So sly and treacherous, if allowed to survive, he’ll surely bring me further trouble later."

Galos thought.

To prevent the golden-haired warrior from playing dead or possessing revival or life-saving tricks, he once more unleashed Dragon Breath, reducing the corpse wedged in the crevice to charcoal.

The surging flames illuminated the night.

Signifying the end of this battle.

Before long, Samantha returned flying, clutching a figure that didn’t struggle, seemingly resigned to her fate.

Slam!

Throwing the Female Wanderer at Galos’s feet, Samantha exclaimed excitedly: "My dear brother, I want this person as my slave! I caught her, she’s my spoils of war!"

Galos shook his head.

"You’ve got it wrong. If not for my presence, you’d already be captured alive by these people or directly skinned and gutted, dying miserably, let alone capturing this human instead."

He said.

Seeing Galos’s blood-stained scale armor and strong body, Samantha felt this made a lot of sense, and didn’t argue.

"So, how do you want to deal with her?"

Samantha asked.

"Kill her directly, there’s no need to keep her."

Galos said calmly.

Wanderers, these kinds of professionals are sharp and cunning, adept at ambushes and escapes. He didn’t trust this Wanderer to offer loyalty, nor could he guarantee holding her, nor had the time to engage in wits and confrontations. If she escaped, she might bring more people to hunt him.

Kill her directly, and it’s done.

"Wait, wait!"

"Noble Dragon, I wish to exchange all my treasures, and this map related to Legendary alchemy tools, for my life!"

The Wanderer hurriedly removed all her treasures and equipment, took out a map from her bosom, and presented it to Galos.