Things Like Scripted Kills...

"Damn bastard!!"

The red dragon made several passes. Although it wiped out quite a few Zerg, it was starting to tire as well. Legendary Domain experts were certainly formidable, but strictly speaking, even they could be buried beneath sheer numbers.

The only problem was the number required... It had to start at a hundred thousand, with no upper limit.

And yet...

Just how many of these damned bugs were there?

Hovering in the air and watching the Swarm charge at it without the slightest hesitation, the red dragon began to feel its liver tremble. It had never experienced a battle like this before. It was not that it had never fought powerful opponents, but those had all been one-on-one battles. Slaughtering weaklings was naturally no difficult task for a red dragon either.

But... it had never fought a battle like this!

Normally, the moment those people saw its true form and felt its Dragon Might, they would tremble in fear. Often, before it even had the chance to strike, they would already be fleeing in utter panic. Even those brave enough to fight it would generally run away after being scorched a few times.

But what the hell were these bugs?

A legendary Dragon was still only legendary. This red dragon had only just reached adulthood, and even a legendary Dragon was not an infinitely powered perpetual-motion machine. It was like a person: of course, you could easily crush a hundred ants, a thousand ants, even ten thousand ants.

But if hundreds of millions of ants continued swarming toward you, then even if you wore alloy armor, your first reaction would probably be to turn around and run.

The red dragon was in exactly that situation now. It had originally believed that revealing its true form and unleashing Dragon Might