Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Beside an inconspicuous hill in the battlefield, the seriously injured Silver Dragon was lying on the ground dying.

Olivia closed her eyes tightly and let out painful moans and groans.

The slender body that was more than ten meters long curled up into a ball, and the thick fog of chaos spread to all parts of the body along the wounds on the wings, continuing to erode her flesh and blood.

Suddenly, white and silver radiance fell, dispersing the abyss energy. Another golden beam descended, causing the wound to slowly heal and grow new flesh.

Cassius held the "Wind of Bahamut" with his claws, cast the dragon's breath spell, and stood silently beside the silver dragon.

After a moment of silence, he asked:

"Why are you doing this?"

Olivia opened her eyes with difficulty, her blue-gray eyes full of stubbornness: "I once swore in my heart that I would save you."

"I'm not a liar like you."

The words were intermittent, but extremely firm.

"Naive, underestimating one's abilities, and claiming to be a savior, you have all the stubborn traits, or virtues, of the Silver Dragon race."

"But...it's so silly that it's a little cute."

Looking closely at this young silver dragon who was deceived by him into a miserable life, but who stepped forward to save him in a critical moment, Cassius had a complicated expression on his face.

His pale golden vertical pupils flickered slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Olivia's eyelids trembled, she bent her neck slightly, trying to raise her head to see the red dragon's expression clearly, but in the end she lay weakly on the ground.

"Well, is this all over?"

"It will be over soon."

Cassius replied calmly.

As if he had received a satisfactory answer, Yinlong's eyelids finally couldn't hold on any longer and slowly closed them after trembling for a few times.

Olivia fell into a deep coma. Her bruised body rose and fell slightly with her breathing. She was too tired.

The red dragon waved its wings again, a look of ferocity inadvertently flashing across its face.

"However, before that, we need to find a few rats hiding in the dark."

At the gap in the main material world, in the extra-dimensional space temporarily created by the caster.

"Are you crazy?"

"You have to see clearly! That red dragon defeated the famous 'Silver Wings' Oszedro head-on!"

"A hundred thousand gold coins are not enough to cost us our lives, not to mention that our dear employer was taken away by an abyssal demon!"

An anxious female voice sounded.

The speaker was a plump woman wearing a white robe. She was Ingrid Garces, a legendary light priest who belonged to the "Blood Blade".

Dex Yanjin clenched the giant sword in his hand and said in a deep voice with burning eyes:

"He did defeat Oszedro, but that doesn't mean he still has this power now!"

"That red dragon has gone through such an intense battle and is probably close to running out of gas. This is our best chance to slay the dragon!"

"Think about it, this is the dragon that defeated Oszedro, the 'Dragon Prince' known as Tiamat!"

"Once his head is cut off, our names will be recorded in the annals of history, and the reputation of the bloody blade will spread throughout the Fiansol continent and even the entire multiverse! We will become heroes of the justice camp, even Amaunata His Majesty will personally extend an olive branch to us!"

Dex's voice became faster and more excited, as if he had already imagined the glorious and beautiful future.

The members of the Blood Blade looked through the magic image one after another, and saw that the red dragon was indeed covered in bruises and sluggish, and it seemed that it was no longer as powerful as before.

A tall man with a naked upper body and red tattoos all over his body also shouldered a battle axe, hot breath coming from his nostrils - that was the legendary barbarian Llano.

"Boss, I listen to you!"

"Isn't it just a bigger red dragon? I can kill him just as well!"

Ingrid frowned slightly, but she still felt uneasy and questioned again: "Even if we really succeed in slaying the dragon, how can we escape unscathed? There are thousands of dragon-veined relatives here!"

Dex said proudly: "We have a legendary spellcaster here."

Klein, who was wearing a blue-black robe, caressed the crystal ball of true knowledge in his hand and said softly: "There are no spellcasters among the followers of that red dragon who can cast nine-ring spells. If I want to leave, they can't stop me. of."

"They can't catch the shadow either."

A shadow gradually rose up, transforming into a thin humanoid figure wearing a black shirt - that was the legendary ranger Grom Dursley, the Tracker of the Netherworld, the most mysterious being in the "Blood Blade".

Dex looked around at everyone in the team, then turned to look at Ingrid who looked hesitant: "How is it?"

"Take a gamble with us."

"This red dragon has created endless evil and war, and now is the best opportunity to kill it!"

The vengeful knight's eyes sparkled.

Although he is a profit-seeking mercenary, he also remembers his oath and will not let any villain go. Not to mention that it can bring him fame and money?

"You crazy people, gamblers."

Ingrid was silent for a long time before she uttered a word.

Suddenly, the female priest's eyes widened, her face suddenly turned pale, and her voice even trembled.

"You, look there."

"He seems to have discovered us!"

Ingrid stretched out a trembling finger and pointed at the magical image behind Desk.

The red dragon was smiling ferociously, and the gaze in its pale golden vertical pupils seemed to penetrate the space barrier and look at her from afar.

Ingrid was beyond convinced.

That is the way a hunter looks at his prey.

Desk frowned, crossed his arms, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Ingrid, are you too doubtful?"

Grom also chuckled and echoed: "We are in the extra-dimensional space created by Klein. It is difficult for even legendary casters to detect our existence, let alone find our traces."

Then, a sudden change occurred.

"boom--"

There was a deafening roar, followed by the sound of rags being torn.

Everyone in the "Blood Blade" did not expect this sudden change and seemed a little panicked. However, the rich experience of the legendary professionals still made them quickly prepare for all battles and deal with the arrival of powerful enemies.

Ingrid raised her scepter and released a dazzling light; Dex grew wings on his back and turned into an avenging angel surrounded by aura; Llano roared loudly and became a primitive warrior with runes surging all over his body; Grom Wisps of supernatural shadows surged around him.

Everyone looked up and took a breath of cold air.

I saw the red dragon tearing apart the world's membrane with its sharp claws, creating a huge crack with jagged edges at the top of this extra-dimensional space.

The huge dragon head just penetrated it and stared at them condescendingly, its pale golden vertical pupils seemed to be burning with flames.

"Hello you all."

"The long-lost dragon slayer."