Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1371 - 723: Cross-Plane Strike_3

During the waiting time, Gaven wandered around here and realized that this was indeed an iron mountain. The thunder power striking the Temple of Talos was all conducted into the mountains.

The countless years of lightning strikes had made the iron stones here somewhat unusual, obviously containing powerful thunder power. The closer to the Temple of Talos, the more intense it became, and when he was thirty meters from the temple, he could clearly feel the immense thunder power pulsing beneath his feet.

Using such iron stones to forge weapons or magic wands would surely enhance thunder-related abilities.

He decided to have Sha’no pay attention. If necessary, they would set up a branch mine here to conduct small-scale mining to see if they could gain any unexpected benefits.

Hou! Hou! Hou!

Gaven did not wait long before a deep, rolling roar came from afar, similar to a short-snouted alligator’s growl. But instead of anger, the sound contained excitement, akin to a bull in heat.

Soon, eight or nine large figures appeared in the sky, twisting and turning.

Although they all looked like Flying Dragons, Gaven recognized Shanoba at a glance; her black wings were too distinctive. The native Flying Dragons from the Troll Mountain Region she brought with her had obvious green stripes on their wings, similar to a troll’s skin.

Seven Flying Dragons were led by her, one large and six small.

The smaller ones were around four meters in size. When Gaven first met Shanoba, she was about this size too.

The large one was even more majestic than Shanoba, with a body length of at least over eight meters, approaching the peak of a gigantic body type, with a wingspan matching its body length, making it appear even larger than it actually was.

This was not an adult Flying Dragon leading six juveniles, but rather, the large Flying Dragon had grown enormous due to influences from the local environment.

He was the Flying Dragon King mentioned by Shanoba, the one who founded this Flying Dragon Clan.

To prevent losing them, Shanoba would occasionally slow down intentionally and turn back to give the large Flying Dragon a mouthful of Strong Acid Breath. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Instead of getting angry, the large Flying Dragon became even more excited.

Shanoba had her eyes on them, wanting to make them soldiers under her command.

And similarly, the large Flying Dragon had his eyes on Shanoba, wanting to include her in his harem to ensure the continuation of his lineage, breeding stronger offspring.

Because of the Dragon God’s Curse, the decline of the Flying Dragons was inevitable. However, if more Giant Dragon bloodlines could be incorporated during this process, it would greatly delay this issue. If they could mate with a True Dragon, the resulting Flying Dragons would exhibit certain ancestral Flying Dragon traits.

Such occurrences were extremely rare. Even the hungriest True Dragon, upon encountering these cursed hybrids, would instinctively attack and eliminate them, rather than mate. And the odds of a Flying Dragon overpowering a True Dragon were virtually nonexistent; not to mention the battle itself, the speed difference between the two was beyond comparison.

Due to her enormous size and her Strong Acid Breath, Shanoba was naturally mistaken for a similar type by the large Flying Dragon.

Shanoba’s intention to lure the enemy was unmistakable, but these Flying Dragons continued to pursue relentlessly, their intelligence insufficient to realize this.

"Circle counterclockwise around the top of the Temple of Talos," Gaven whispered to Shanoba, preparing to fully utilize the terrain’s advantages.

Without a second thought, Shanoba complied, lowering her altitude while circling far around the Temple of the Storm God.

Neither she nor the Flying Dragon Flock following closely behind dared get too close to the temple, as any carelessness would result in lightning strikes, not falling on the temple, but on their heads.

After circling the Temple of Talos three or four times, the Flying Dragons that initially had some distance between them began to gather together.

Hou!

The large Flying Dragon let out a low growl, instantly causing the Flying Dragon Flock behind him to split into two groups. One group consisted of him alone, while the other consisted of the six smaller ones, turning back to block Shanoba.

Though not too intelligent, they were not mere beasts either. They instinctively mastered some tactical tricks without any teacher.

"Fly directly west," Gaven whispered again to Shanoba while in an invisible state.

Shanoba immediately stopped circling and flew in the direction where Gaven was ambushed.

The two groups of Flying Dragons, originally in a flanking formation, suddenly lost their target and had to regroup to pursue again.

Speed is not ranked highest among air combat factors without reason.

Regardless of how powerful you are, without speed to catch the enemy, all is in vain.

Light of Dream.

The Flying Dragon Flock, having just regrouped and flown not far, was instantly enveloped by a descending emerald green light.

On the spot, five Flying Dragons spun and crashed heavily to the ground, the sound of bones breaking and muscles tearing distinctly audible.

Only two Flying Dragons escaped unscathed; one was the lead large Flying Dragon, possessing 18 Life Dice, granting him a high Will bonus, unbelievably resisting the pull of the Light of Dream and wasn’t dragged directly into the Dragon Oak Dream Realm.

The other lucky escapee wasn’t due to its own strength, but pure bad luck. While circling the Temple of Talos, it accidentally got hit by lightning, injuring its wings and was flying slowly, hence outside the Light of Dream’s range.

Naturally, Gaven prioritized targeting the clustered ones, leaving it out.

Ao! Ao!

The two still-conscious Flying Dragons let out a startled cry, filled with disbelief. Their brains weren’t even up to an ordinary human level, and many knowledgeable people would be unable to figure out what happened either.

How could they, flying perfectly fine, get hit by an emerald flash, causing all their companions to drop dead?

What kind of accursed magic is this?

There’s a trap here!

Finally aware of what was happening, they roared once more, ignoring their fallen comrades below, turned around, and fled in extreme haste.

Gaven, holding the Dragon Oak Staff, willingly revealed himself from invisibility and said to Shanoba, "No need to chase, let’s handle these five first, and then deal with the rest later."