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Empowered by the Rune Armor, the Blonde Warrior's attributes surged across the board, but he still could not keep up with Garos's speed. Watching him pounce toward the white-robed priest, the Blonde Warrior's eyes widened.

—She was the object of the Blonde Warrior's affection.

Although his previous confession had been ruthlessly rejected, the affection in the Blonde Warrior's heart had not faded.

"You cowardly Dragonkin, are you afraid of my blade?"

"I'm going to skin you and tear your bones apart, then turn you into a specimen to hang in my display room!"

Thinking quickly, the Blonde Warrior shouted at the Hatchling Dragon.

Dragonkin, especially Evil Dragons, were exceptionally arrogant and self-confident. They were also hot-tempered and could not endure provocation. Direct insults and belittlement were the best way to draw their hatred.

However.

Garos acted as if he had heard nothing, completely ignoring the Blonde Warrior's provocation.

With a gale trailing behind him, he rushed before the white-robed priest in an instant.

There were many kinds of priests. Some wore armor and wielded flails or War Hammers, tall and burly, fighting even more fiercely than warriors. Others, like the one before him, were not adept at close combat and possessed support skills such as strengthening or healing their companions.

Faced with Garos's savage pounce.

The white-robed priest staggered backward in panic and tripped over a stone.

Punishment!

She spread her palm, aimed it at Garos, then raised and lowered it, casting the only offensive skill she possessed.

Boom! Holy white light struck down like lightning onto Garos's back, blasting dense cracks across his hard dragon scales. The holy radiance seeped inward through the cracks, bringing an intense, searing pain.

The burning pain was not caused by high temperatures.

Garos was basically immune to ordinary fire damage. This sensation came from the holy attribute carried by Punishment, which dealt additional damage to the "evil" Garos.

"Hiss, that hurts! Did that skill classify me as part of the evil faction?"

"Do even skills have prejudice and discrimination these days? I, Garos, am not an Evil Dragon!"

Garos was enraged, and his guillotine-like dragon wing swept out.

Under the moonlight, a head filled with shock and terror soared into the sky.

"Ah! Hedi!"

The Blonde Warrior roared, "Damn Evil Dragon, I'll kill you!"

He gripped his door-sized greatsword and charged toward Garos in great strides.

At this point, only one dragon and two humans remained on the field.

Garos, who dominated the entire battlefield with the Power of One Dragon; the Blonde Warrior, so furious his hair nearly stood on end; and the Necromancer standing in the shadow of an Iron Fir.

As for the female Rogue.

She was the most quick-witted one. The instant she sensed danger, she fled, while Samantha was unwilling to let off the little thief who had attacked her and chased after her.

"Now it's the Necromancer's turn."

Garos ignored the Blonde Warrior, turned his head, and fixed his gaze on the Necromancer.

The Necromancer's heart turned cold, and he grew nervous. But when he caught sight of two corpses from the corner of his eye, he steadied himself slightly.

When there were corpses nearby, especially the corpses of extraordinary individuals.

A Necromancer could unleash more powerful skills than usual.

"I'll be the one to turn the tide."

As he thought this, he pointed at the priest's corpse lying on the ground.

Corpse Explosion!

Boom!

The priest's corpse suddenly exploded, leaving not even scraps behind. All the essence of her flesh and blood formed an extremely violent, blood-poisoned mist that enveloped Garos.

Life Extraction!

Boom! The Spellcaster's corpse farther away also exploded, forming a line of blood that landed on the Blonde Warrior's body. His body immediately swelled, veins bulging across his face. The muscles beneath his skin seemed stuffed with asphalt and oil, swelling high as his entire body received a massive enhancement.

"Captain, this is a good opportunity!"

"You've been strengthened! Kill this Evil Dragon!"

The Necromancer shouted.

Under the cold moonlight, the Blonde Warrior stared blankly and stiffly turned his neck to look at the Necromancer.

The white-robed priest Hedi—his beloved.

The Spellcaster Havyn—his brother-in-arms.

As for the Necromancer before him, he was not actually very familiar with him. They had only completed a few missions together, and he had thought the man's abilities were decent, so he had temporarily recruited him for this Wilderness expedition.

"What are you looking at me for? Don't just stand there, hurry up! Hedi and Havyn are with you!"

Not understanding why, the Necromancer urged him on.

In his view, making proper use of his companions' corpses was the greatest respect he could show them, but the Blonde Warrior did not see it that way.

"Bastard! I'll slaughter you first!"

The Blonde Warrior turned around with bloodshot eyes and charged at the Necromancer.

"It's over!"

The Necromancer's heart jolted. "The captain has been cursed by the Evil Dragon and lost his mind!"

With a beckoning gesture, the priest's head ignited with ghostfire. Its flesh split and burned away into a skull, which flew through the air to intercept the "insane" Blonde Warrior. This only made the Blonde Warrior even angrier and more frenzied.

"I'll kill you!"

With one swing, he smashed the skull apart. Ignoring several clusters of ghostfire that struck his body, he lunged before the Necromancer and slashed down with his sword.

The Necromancer failed to evade, and his body was split diagonally in two.

"Ahhh!" The Blonde Warrior roared and swung again, severing the Necromancer's head.

Meanwhile.

Garos's wings blazed with fire, and he had long since dispersed the blood mist. Yet he did not attack, merely watching the scene before him with curiosity and surprise.

The sudden internal conflict among his enemies had exceeded his expectations, adding a touch of drama to this fierce battle.

Still, it saved him some effort.

"Evil Dragon!"

After killing the Necromancer, the Blonde Warrior turned to Garos and charged toward him.

"Die!"

He leaped into the air, raised his greatsword, and recklessly delivered a self-sacrificing strike at Garos's head.

The warrior's sword never came down.

Garos suddenly turned, sweeping his tail and smashing both man and sword into a rock wall twenty meters away. Amid flying rubble, the body embedded in the stone crevice twisted into a bizarre posture and no longer showed any sign of life.

The battle was over, and silence fell over the surroundings.

The Red Iron Dragonet slowly paced forward, his gaze sweeping across the area.

When he saw a certain spot, Garos suddenly opened his mouth and unleashed Flame Dragon Breath, sweeping it over the remnants of the Necromancer's corpse. Cries of agony came from within the burning flames, finally fading as the corpse was completely reduced to ashes.

"He really wasn't completely dead."

Garos thought.

He had not actually been certain of the Necromancer's condition. He had only felt that a professional who dealt with death should have more life-preserving methods, so, with the mindset of killing rather than letting one escape, he had used Dragon Breath to burn the corpse. Unexpectedly, he had guessed right.

"As expected, adventurers can't be underestimated."

"He was so cunning and treacherous. If he had survived and escaped, he would definitely have brought me major trouble later."

Garos thought.

To guard against the possibility that the Blonde Warrior had been putting on an act or possessed resurrection or life-saving methods, he exhaled Dragon Breath once more, turning the corpse in the rock crevice into charred remains.

The surging flames illuminated the night.

And brought this battle to an end.

Not long afterward, Samantha flew back, gripping a figure who did not struggle, as though she had already resigned herself to her fate.

Smack!

Throwing the female Rogue before Garos, Samantha said excitedly, "My dear brother, I want this person as my slave! I caught her. She's my trophy!"

Garos shook his head.

"You're wrong. If I hadn't appeared, those people would have captured you alive, or skinned you and pulled out your tendons, leaving you to die miserably. You wouldn't have had the chance to capture this human instead."

He said.

Looking at Garos's bloodstained scales and powerful body, Samantha found his words very reasonable and did not argue.

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

Samantha asked.

"Just kill her. There's no need to keep her alive."

Garos said calmly.

Rogues were alert and cunning professionals, skilled in ambushes, escape, and such. He did not believe this Rogue could offer Loyalty, nor could he guarantee that he could keep watch over her. He had no time to engage in a battle of wits with her either. If she escaped, she might bring even more people to hunt him down.

It was best to kill her directly and end it once and for all.

"W-Wait!"

"Noble dragon, I hope to trade all my treasures, along with this map related to a Legendary Realm alchemical item, for my life!"

The Rogue hurriedly removed all her treasures and equipment, then took a map from her bosom and presented it before Garos.