Green Dragon and the Altar

"Arrogant fool! You think you can contend against a mighty dragon with these few thousand rabble?" Grutall roared, venting all his resentment on the enemies before him.

His massive dragon claw swept out, stirring a howling, blood-scented gale. Severed limbs and mangled bodies flew everywhere, while countless civilians died gruesome deaths.

Blood stained his scales red. Grutall's face twisted savagely as his eyes gleamed and he let out a hoarse growl, savoring the thrill of slaughter.

Whenever he brutalized weaker lives, Grutall felt incomparable pleasure. It was the nature of Green Dragons. Unlike Red Dragons, who enjoyed fighting powerful foes, Green Dragons always took the initiative to choose the weakest enemies.

The humans fired wildly in panic, but the bullets either bounced straight off the Green Dragon's hard scales or ricocheted away, sometimes even injuring the surrounding humans.

"Help!"

"Don't kill me!"

"Th-this evil dragon can't be killed! We can't contend against it! You got us into this! How could people like us possibly defeat something like that?"

Complaints and wails rose throughout the crowd, yet the Green Dragon only grew fiercer with every battle. His sharp claws and fangs tore apart the humans before him, while acid corroded their bodies.

In just a few breaths, over a hundred people had died beneath the dragon's claws.

But at that moment, several especially conspicuous golden figures emerged from the crowd. The eighteen "Arhats" stepped forward, roaring as they blocked the Green Dragon's path.

"Demon, stop! The Eighteen Arhats are here! Do not run rampant!"

"What are these things?"

Even Grutall was startled by these people covered head to toe in gold powder. After hesitating for a moment, he opened his bloodthirsty jaws and bit down at them.

"Form up!"

Several Monks worked together, skillfully stacking themselves atop one another. They circulated