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Translator: AnubisTL
"Evil dragon!"
"How dare you destroy the Ancestor Altar!"
A trembling, hoarse whisper, thick with rage, echoed through the swirling dust.
Shaman Leonie, though covered in dust, was completely unharmed. Flanked by two guards, she glared at the red-iron dragon.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Massive slabs of rock were thrown aside as the Ancestor Guardians emerged, the tattoo totems on their bodies glowing with intense light.
Aside from the four guards crushed instantly by Garos, the other elite guardians who had been caught in the shockwave were injured but none had died. They were, without a doubt, the tribe's finest.
"Destroy? I wantĀ annihilation," the red-iron dragon said slowly.
Opposite him, Leonie's skeletal fingers dug deep into the grooves of her staff, her knuckles turning white.
Fury flickered in her cloudy eyes. Her voice, now a raspy snarl, spat, "Do you think dragon flame can burn away the Dawn Tribe's ancestral inheritance? You will pay for this desecration, you evil dragon whelp!"
After a brief pause, the Shaman's voice soared to a high-pitched cry.
"Ancestors of all generations, grant us the power to punish the evil dragon!"
The ancestor guards around them let out a furious roar in unison, their voices less human and more like layers of overlapping bellows.
The tattooed totems on their bodies all erupted with a brilliant light, shifting from the image of a beautiful woman to the stern face of a man. These totems materialized into ancestor war spirits before shrinking and merging back into the guards' bodies.
Their muscles swelled like rising dough, and their bones popped with the sound of bursting beans. In an instant, they transformed into giants at least four meters tall, their veins bulging and throbbing like earthworms.
Even their weapons were enveloped in layers of light, growing to massive proportions.
"Finish this quickly."
Garos's deep voice sounded like two pieces of branding iron grinding together. He slowly lowered his body, his tail spikes scraping the ground with a tooth-grating screech.
It was obvious to everyone: the red-iron dragon was preparing to attack.
But the ancestor guards, barbarians by nature, were in a Rage Frenzy State and utterly fearless of death. Instead of dodging, they charged forward.
The first to leap forward were two guards with giant bear skulls embedded in their pauldrons.
The ground trembled beneath their charge, and the arcs of their stone axes left afterimages in the air.
Garos didn't dodge. Instead, he raised his right claw to meet the axe bladeāClang!Ā The explosive crash of metal on metal shook the surrounding ruins, sending dust raining down. The axe blade wedged into a gap in his scales, spraying a line of sparks and leaving a mark that was neither deep nor shallow, failing to draw blood.
Sshhh-rip!
The red-iron dragon's left claw rose and fell in a blade-like horizontal slash. One of the guards instantly burst into a mist of blood, his tattooed totem torn apart as his body was ripped to shreds.
But strangely, the glowing totems scattering in the air didn't vanish. Instead, they seemed drawn by an invisible hand, sinking directly into the crumbling mountain beneath their feet.
"For the Dawn Tribe!"
The towering, inhumanly massive ancestor guardian let out a layered roar and leaped high, swinging his great axe at the red-iron dragon's neck.
Even in his rage, he could feel the power of the soul of the ancestors. It was as if countless hands were gripping the great axe with him, delivering an unprecedented, devastating blow.
Sizzle! Crackle!
The sound of countless lightning strikes suddenly erupted.
Dense, brilliant golden lightning surged from the red-iron dragon's body. His already powerful frame swelled by several sizes, his muscles nearly bursting through his scales and bulging with a texture like forged steel.
Since this was a lightning-fast decapitation strike, ending the battle quickly was the top priority.
Garos didn't wait for the enemy to break his Cold Exploding Scales or try to make the most of all his powers. He directly entered his Frenzy State.
"Die, vermin."
The red-iron dragon's figure suddenly blurred.
The guard's axe blade only struck an afterimage. With a flash of golden light, Garos's true body appeared three meters behind him.
Flames ignited on his dragon claws as he suddenly erupted.
In an instant, the flesh and bone of the guard's back were torn open like thin paper.
But even more fatal was the dragon flame and lightning that followed, piercing his body.
The ancestor guardian's chest suddenly glowed with a bright light, and the next second, his entire body exploded from the inside out, scattering burning flesh and bone fragments all over the ground.
Ancestor guardians in their Rage Frenzy State were like unkillable cockroaches.
Even if their heads were cut off, their headless bodies could still fight for a while under the instinctive drive of rage. But under absolute power suppression, they were still killed in one blow by Garos and could no longer fight.
"Samantha!"
Garos let out a low roar, his gaze locked on Old Shaman Leonie, who was chanting.
The red dragon had already been waiting for her cue.
She spread her wings, and liquid-like flames ignited between the gaps in her scales, automatically condensing into hundreds of sharp crimson crystal spears in the air.
With a flick of her claws, the crimson crystal spears rained down upon the ancestor guardians.
The three guardians in the front row raised their totem greatshield, the ancient runes on their surfaces glowing with a blue light.
The crimson crystal spears struck the light barrier but didn't bounce off. Instead, they shattered violently, erupting in a brilliant flash of light and flame.
BOOM!Ā All the spears exploded simultaneously.
Blood-red flames instantly engulfed the guardians' bodies.
This was no ordinary fire, but a lethal weapon forged from a red dragon's flames through alchemy. The surrounding earth and stone, scorched by the shockwave, melted into high-temperature crystals.
"mind stab!"
Solgorn's voice rang out like cold iron striking an anvil.
Strange ripples spread across his obsidian-like dragon scales as spirit energy condensed into an invisible spike, piercing the ancestor guardians' mental bodies.
Two guardians, just about to flank Garos, suddenly froze.
It was as if red-hot steel needles had been driven into their brains. Even though their Rage Frenzy State reduced their pain sensitivity by nearly ninety percent, the excruciating agony still made their bodies tremble. Worse still, the soul of the ancestors had been damaged.
The mind mage's attack was specifically designed to target these ancestor guardians.
Tear!
With a single sweep of its wings, the red-iron dragon cleaved through the stiffened ancestor guardians. Their thick, resilient musclesādesigned to withstand blade attacksāproved fragile and utterly defenseless against the dragon's wing slash.
Samantha and Solgorn soared in, flanking the beast.
The dragon's immense power, combined with its quasi-spell and class skills, overwhelmed the ancestor guardians. Even these warriors, capable of fighting a hundred men alone, were slaughtered one by one.
Yet, the totem lights from the fallen guardians did not dissipate. Instead, they sank into the ground.
A wing slash followed by a claw strike, then a tail sweep.
The tail sweep was immediately succeeded by another brutal claw strike.
With this relentless, straightforward assault, the red-iron dragon tore through the remaining guards and charged unhindered toward the old shaman.
Suddenly, the shaman's vision was filled with the red-iron dragonāa majestic, terrifying creature wreathed in crackling lightning.
"With my life and soul, I sacrifice to the ancestors!"
The old shaman looked up, his face a map of deep wrinkles, but his eyes held no fear of death. At the last possible moment, he finished his chant and slammed his staff into the earth.
BOOM!
The ground shattered.
Under the red-iron dragon's claw, the old shaman's body exploded into a radial spray of blood and flesh, embedding itself into the cracked earth.
Totem light flared from the old shaman's remains, sinking into the mountain. The remaining ancestor guardians charged the juvenile dragons in a desperate, frenzied assault, only to be swiftly and ruthlessly cut down.
Just then, the mountain, which had been trembling from the battle, suddenly stabilized.
As streaks of light flashed and intertwined, they finally formed the pattern of the ancestor spirit altar, searing itself into the mountain's rock and emitting a strange, otherworldly aura.
"The ancestor altar wasn't destroyed? No, it was never purely physical to begin with," Garos realized.
Old Shaman Leonie and the ancestor guardians had used their own lives and souls to reform the ancestor spirit altar.
At the same time, the surrounding rocks began to shift and flow like mud, coalescing around the ancestor spirit altar. In the blink of an eye, they formed the towering silhouette of a rock giant, larger than all three juvenile dragons combined.
The rock giant rose to its feet but did not attack.
It simply stood guard over the ancestor spirit altar embedded in its chest, adopting a defensive posture.
Its stone body, covered in totem tattoos, looked utterly impenetrable. The rock giant seemed created solely for defense.
As time passed, the totem light on its body began to fade, but it would undoubtedly hold out until reinforcements arrived.
If they only killed the old shaman and the guards but failed to destroy the altar, this raid wouldn't be a true success.
(End of the Chapter)
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