A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 517: Chapter 360: I Need to Destroy Something (Part 2)

The dense Abyssal aura churned violently like mist, and then, one after another, twisted and sinister demon figures emitting an evil aura appeared, continuously squeezing into the Material Realm from the rift.

Upon landing, they immediately followed their evil instincts and launched a frenzied charge in all directions.

One wave subsided, only for another to rise.

The guards were well accustomed to these intermittent demonic waves and showed no signs of panic.

Buzz buzz buzz——!

The engines of iron-cast Alchemy Golems emitted a low growl.

One after another, the deep barrels turned in unison, coldly locking onto the area around the rift.

Once the demons charged past the safe distance to avoid collateral damage to the rift, a deadly barrage would baptize the land, followed by the relentless slaughter from the Alchemy Golems and Molten Iron Guards.

However, just at the moment before the first volley was about to roar.

The red meteor symbolizing sovereignty tore through layers of wind and snow with a speed beyond the limits of mortal sight, descending from the sky like divine retribution.

"All guards, fall back immediately!"

The dragon’s roar, as deep as thunder, rolled across the land.

Upon confirming that the King of Molten Iron had arrived personally, all followers hesitated not for a moment and swiftly retreated as ordered, leaving their posts to allow the demons to surge forth like tides.

Yet, there was no tension on their faces; instead, they completely relaxed, as if all threats were beneath concern.

Boom!

The earth let out a pained groan.

A terrifying shockwave, swirling with accumulated snow, spread out fiercely in all directions like a white tsunami.

Centered at the Red Iron Dragon’s landing point, the ground instantly collapsed and cracked. Whether it was the weaker Kuase Demons or the hideous demon leaders, all were turned into splattered flesh and foul blood under the powerful impact.

This terrifying scene did not scare off the chaotic demons.

For these chaotic and evil creatures, death was not something to fear.

Like endless swarms of ants, they continued to pour out of the rift, trampling over the corpses of their kin, frantically charging at targets emitting powerful life energy on the battlefield.

This scene, akin to moths flying into the flame, stirred a conflicting emotion within Galos.

On one hand, there was furious anger at these insects daring to challenge him; on the other, a twisted delight at having enough targets to unleash destruction upon, satisfying his urgent need for release.

He no longer restrained himself, allowing the blood-red in his eyes to blaze like magma, and the pent-up rage to flood out like a breached dam.

His claws sliced through the air with a piercing screech, each swing cleaving several demons in half; his wings, like two invincible blades, cleared large swathes with each extension; his tail, thick as a steel whip, sent demons flying and shattering like bowling pins with every sweep.

Every part of his body turned into the most efficient killing weapon.

Centered around him, a death vortex with a radius of tens of meters formed, with dismembered limbs, shattered carapaces, and the stench of foul blood splattered everywhere, staining the white snow in utter chaos.

His massive form maneuvered and shifted.

Wherever he passed, demons fell like harvested crops, life as cheap as weeds.

"The Dragon Lord’s state... seems a bit off."

Elvira kept a close eye on the Dragon Shadow rampant within the demon horde, her first reaction was even to doubt if this was Galos himself.

But that unique combat style could not be faked.

Yet, at this moment, the king appeared more ferocious and brutal than ever before.

Moreover, those eye-catching, some still bleeding, massive wounds on his body testified to the brutal battle he had previously endured.

Elvira didn’t know the exact reasons.

But she wisely led the guards to continue retreating, with no intentions of stepping forward to inquire or disturb.

The Red Iron Dragon suddenly spun sharply, its wings stretched to the limit, and its taut tail drew across the battlefield, clearing wide swathes of demons as if mowing down grass.

After such efficient and brutal slaughter for several minutes, his actions suddenly ceased.

Not because the pent-up anger was fully satiated, but because as far as his eyes could see, there was already a thick, layered carpet of demon corpses, and he couldn’t find a single standing creature around.

"Not enough! Far from enough!"

Galos irritably pawed at a large demon head, pacing anxiously on the spot.

His blood-red eyes involuntarily looked towards the distant, ready-to-act guards, especially at the forefront, Elvira.

Once unleashed, fury is harder to control than when fully suppressed if not reaching a critical point.

Under these eyes filled with madness and a desire for destruction, Elvira suddenly felt as if she had plunged into an icy abyss, like the scythe of death was already at her neck.

It paused for just a second.

The Red Iron Dragon took a deep breath, forcibly turned his gaze, and focused his attention on the abyssal rift from which demons continued to emerge!

He raised his head and let out a thunderous dragon roar, opening his enormous maw.

Intense Flame Thunder Breath erupted from his mouth, striking directly onto the abyssal rift.

Boom boom boom!

The violent explosions were deafening, thunder and flames danced wildly, and the earth cracked and crumbled with roars.

Under the onslaught of the Dragon Breath, the Abyssal Rift was torn and expanded inch by inch.