Dragon Hunting (Part 1)

Quentin flapped his wings and arrived at the place he remembered.

Its plan was to absorb the refined Dragon Blood stored in the vault first, and then deal with the walking humans.

It doesn't need to absorb all the Dragon Blood; it only needs to absorb enough to cross the dream barrier.

But when it actually arrived above the Divine Revelation Hall, it was completely dumbfounded.

Quentin learned from the High Priest's memories that this was where the ingredients for the Divine Water were kept.

Because only High Priest can create Divine Water through Deity, this place is usually guarded by only a few guards and a dedicated priest.

The reason we only have this level of defense is because even if these things are stolen, they are of no use to us.

Now, the site of the former Divine Revelation Hall is completely empty. Only the original floorboards can be barely discerned; the roof and walls have vanished without a trace.

At the same time, many more torches appeared in the area where the Divine Revelation Hall used to be.

These strange phenomena puzzled Quentin, who was trying to figure out what was going on with his head, which was many times larger than a human's.

Is my Dragon Blood still here? But there's no trace of those Blood-Devouring Vine on the ground, not even a clod of earth.

Quentin hovered in the air, using his dark vision to carefully search below.

But the more I looked at it, the more puzzled I became. It seemed as if the area below had been transformed into a platform, with many prepared weapons around it...

Just then, a booming sound caught its attention. It turned its head and looked down to see a bright sphere flying up at a very fast speed.

Given the angle from which this ball of light travels, it won't hit you. So, what is this ball of light used for?

Just then, the ball of light rose to a point not far below him, then suddenly stopped, exploded, and a blinding light shone directly into Quentin's eyes.

"Ah!" Quentin was completely unprepared when the ball of light exploded, causing it to temporarily lose its sight. At the same time, its body began to struggle wildly in a chain reaction.

The dragon's wings flapped more rapidly, and its head swayed back and forth incessantly, an instinctive maneuver to evade attacks.

At the same time, a surge of anger was brewing in its chest; throughout the entire dream, only the people of Monsa City possessed the ability to launch such an attack against it.

"Angmar, it seems you really want to die." It immediately identified the most likely culprit, and only its old friend could mobilize so many people at this moment.

It decided to take Angmar's remains out of the dream as well, so that this person could not be resurrected by the dream's restart.

Below, the ' Half-Dragon ' were either holding weapons or busy on a large machine.

At this time, there are nearly two hundred ' Half-Dragon ' here alone, which is the result of Fran's war mobilization.

Although they may not be very effective in the battle against the second-tier dragon, in the end they will still have to rely on the Lord of Radiance behind Fran.

However, Fran also made some efforts in this regard, such as greatly increasing the number of ' Half-Dragon ', and Fran also personally made some large weapons.

After being promoted to Formal Mage, although one cannot use a mental strength exceeding that of an apprentice in the Spirit Realm, Formal Mage still has a much larger Mental Power reserve than an apprentice.

Under these circumstances, she could build these machines much faster and more accurately.

Several ' Half-Dragon ' were operating a large ballista, five meters long, with the bowstring already loaded and only the angle to be adjusted.

On it lay a large arrow, its tip gleaming coldly, coated with a thin layer of Dark Red paint—a small amount of Dragon Blood.

In addition, Fran used special means to add Radiant Blessing to the arrow, slightly enhancing its lethality.

While such a large arrow might not be able to kill Quentin instantly, it could at least cause some damage.

After receiving confirmation from the ' Half-Dragon ' operating the ballista that it was aimed, Lyle, who had recovered, gave the order to fire.

The five crossbows vibrated simultaneously, and five arrows slid through the grooves, shooting towards Quentin was still shaking his head in the sky.

Of course, don't expect a high hit rate against aerial units like this. Even though the people below were trying their best to aim, three arrows still missed and just glided across the night sky.

An arrow pierced Quentin's chest, shattering the dragon Dragon Scale and creating a gaping wound that penetrated deeply.

The other arrow only lightly struck Quentin's hind leg, the arrowhead passing through his body and getting stuck there.

These two sudden attacks interrupted Quentin's thoughts, and he almost fell because of them.

This infuriated it, and after becoming a dragon, it would not tolerate anyone challenging its authority in this way.

Although the two arrows embedded in his body were somewhat gruesome, and a few drops of blood were still oozing from the wounds.

For an ordinary person, this might be a serious injury; a stab to a vital spot would be fatal. But for Quentin, this dragon, it was just a minor injury.

However, it sensed something on the arrow embedded in its body—its Dragon Blood. It could feel it; this Dragon Blood had undergone special treatment, and its current purpose was to increase its lethality.

However, this Dragon Blood is no longer pure, and it will be very difficult for it to absorb.

It suddenly opened its eyes, revealing two enormous dragon pupils, and now it was going to start cleaning up its lower body.

Quentin opened his dragon mouth wide, and terrifying heat gathered in his chest, even the surrounding air seemed to spark. The flapping speed of the dragon wings behind him slowed down slightly.

But just then, a sense of crisis surged into Quentin's heart. He suddenly realized that a powerful attack was about to land on his head.

This attack is not like the two arrows that could only cause it minor damage; it is an attack that would truly threaten it and even seriously injure it.

It stopped charging its Dragon Flame, looked around, but saw no sign of any attack coming. Could it be...?

Quentin raised his dragon head and looked up, only to be met with a powerful shove that slammed into his back. All he could see was the trail of a large beam of light falling from the sky.

Its dragon wings were unable to move under these circumstances, and the force of the attack was even stronger, making it impossible for it to extricate itself from the light.

Quentin's massive Dragon Body plummeted down, slamming heavily into the ground. The powerful impact sank him into the mud, leaving only half of his body visible above the surface.

Driven by that pressure, it widened its dragon eyes and stared intently at the crowd surrounding it.

Where it was staring, there was a person dressed in a golden robe, and it could sense that the Radiance on his hands was consistent with the element of the attack that had struck it.

"Who are you?!" Quentin roared, his voice filled with anger and confusion.