Free Web NovelChapter 466: Chapter 345: Gorsas: Madfire? It’s Mine! (Part 2)
With a swing of his Dragon Wings, he generated a deafening sonic boom and pursued with terrifying speed once again.
After suffering a significant loss in close combat, the Purple Crystal Lion King changed its tactics, no longer clashing head-on with the Red Iron Dragon.
It began to unleash various psychic skills at an extremely high frequency—Psychic Explosion, Spiritual Whip, Spiritual Shackles—to conduct long-range interference and attacks, all the while using Spiritual Step to constantly blink short distances, expertly kiting its opponent.
Whenever its spiritual energy waned due to frequent casting,
it would unhesitatingly consume one of the floating purple crystals, replenishing its spiritual energy, and repeat the process.
"Is this guy trying to engage in a war of attrition?"
After just a few minutes of intense chase and confrontation, Galos roughly understood the Purple Crystal Lion King’s intention.
It probably assumed that its current explosive state of excitement couldn’t be maintained for long. Relying on those purple crystals that could quickly restore spiritual energy, it prepared for a long-term battle, betting that once its state ended, it would fall into weakness, which would be the time for its counterattack and victory.
This idea is good in itself, with nothing wrong with the choice.
Unfortunately, its opponent is Galos, and its judgment is entirely wrong.
"These purple crystals on it seem to be some treasure that concentrates highly pure spiritual energy... but I remember that pure-blooded Purple Crystal Dragons don’t seem to have this skill. Could it be a special talent arising from hybridization?"
Galos’ gaze swept over the remaining purple crystals on the Lion King, pondering.
For him, the once effective fairy dragon scale powder, due to prolonged use, had developed resistance, showing only negligible improvement in his mental strength, causing his mental growth to lag behind his physical.
This Purple Crystal Lion King might bring him a surprise.
Boom!
The dragon wings stirred a sonic boom cloud, and once again the Red Iron Dragon charged towards the continuously blinking Purple Crystal Lion King with suffocating oppression, forcing it to continue expending spiritual energy and purple crystals to evade and counterattack.
Next, as time ticked by, the purple crystals floating around the Lion King decreased and became depleted one after another.
Its gaze, initially composed, gradually turned anxious and uneasy.
Until only two or three purple crystals were left on it.
It looked at the Red Iron Dragon in the distance, its entire body knotted with muscles, with its Golden Thunder Dragon Qi still blazing and boiling without showing any signs of weakness, beginning to deeply doubt its own battle experience and knowledge accumulated over countless years, doubting its own instincts.
This explosive state... how could it last this long?!
Impossible!
However, harsh reality delivered the most genuine answer.
It attempted to flee, to completely distance itself from the seemingly tireless giant dragon monster.
The problem is, the short-distance Spiritual Steps gave it the capital for entangled skirmishes, but could not allow it to rival the absolute flight speed of the Red Iron Dragon.
Not long after.
Accompanied by another barely audible sound of a fracture, the hastily constructed psychic barrier of the Lion King was torn apart by the pure strength of the Red Iron Dragon, and its spiritual energy again plummeted to the bottom.
At this moment, only a solitary purple crystal remained floating on its body, emitting a faint glow.
In contrast, the Red Iron Dragon was still crackling with lightning, its dragon Qi surging with no sign of weakness, as if maintaining its current state was as simple and natural as breathing for him.
Finally.
The Purple Crystal Lion King halted its meaningless escape, descending to the ground at the chaotic valley floor.
Facing the rapidly charging Red Iron Dragon again, it no longer dodged, instead its limbs softened, its massive body prostrated, deeply lowering its head, as it spoke in clear and fluent Dragon Language, its voice filled with exhaustion and fear.
"I surrender, noble and mighty Giant Dragon, please quell your anger."
"I am willing to submit to you and offer my loyalty."
Boom!
The Red Iron Dragon landed with a thud, its heavy steps shaking up a cloud of dust.
The giant claw covered with Blazing Scale Armor pressed atop the Purple Crystal Lion King’s head, which offered no resistance, docile as a house cat, completely losing its prior unruliness and fierceness.
"So you can speak."
Galos lifted the Purple Crystal Lion King’s enormous head, examining it closely with Dragon Eyes, asking, "Why did you pretend not to understand language before? Pretending to be deaf and dumb?"
The Purple Crystal Lion King hung its head in shame, its voice as quiet as a mosquito’s.
"Because I thought being silent and only communicating with roars would enhance... enhance a certain majestic and fierce aura."
Galos: "......"
Silence shrouded the area for two seconds, the Lion King’s reasoning rendered him speechless.
"Recover."
The Red Iron Dragon released its claw, its tone calm yet undeniable: "I still prefer your previously unruly demeanor."
The Purple Crystal Lion King’s expression turned stern, immediately lifting its head, emitting a deep, majestic roar, reclaiming the dominance of the Map King.
[As you wish]
It no longer used Dragon Language, instead, employed psychic skills to directly convey the approximate meaning of the roar to the minds of surrounding creatures.
With the Purple Crystal Lion King’s submission, this Map King’s battle thus concluded.
Soon after, the lion group already retreating steadily and on the verge of collapse under the attack of the Molten Iron Legion, learning of their king’s defeat and will, also ceased resistance and lay prostrate on the ground.
Whoosh——!
At the same time, the sky, brooding for a long time, finally let fall the first raindrop, followed by a torrential downpour.
The dense rain silk weaved into an overwhelmingly heavy curtain of rain, urgently washing over warrior armors, cold blades, and the congealed blood on sharp fangs and claws, forming countless red streams meandering across the ground.
The Dragon Group circled through the dense clouds in the high sky, letting out victorious chants.
The lion group lay entirely prostrate in the mud, showing submission.
The war between the two Map Kings ended with the King of Molten Iron’s victory.
Meanwhile.
In the central region of Sel Wilderness, also shrouded by thick clouds and heavy rain.
A red Giant Dragon with scales bright as blood, remarkably gigantic in size, disdainfully glanced at the gloomy sky.
The rainwater falling on him instantly evaporated due to the extreme heat emanating from his body, forming a shroud of white steam, making him look as if he were in a furnace.
Surrounding him were the torn and scorched massive corpses, with the blood scent persisting even in the rain.
"Map King? So weak and yet claims to be king?"
Red Dragon Gorsas let out a disdainful snort, stretching out his sharp claws to easily twist off the charred head of a giant monster leader still twitching underfoot, casually tossed it into his mouth, its sharp teeth clamping down with a chilling crunch.
"Only I, Gorsas, have the right to be the sole ruler of the wilderness, the one and only king."
Slowly, with the end of the battle and the cold rain, a rare thoughtful look emerged in the Red Dragon’s eyes.
Lately, the minions under his command brought back some fragmented, vaguely communicated messages.
There seemed to be mentions of Mad Fire.
"Mad Fire..... if there really is a new Mad Fire appearing in this wilderness, it must belong to me! It can only belong to me!"
The Red Dragon’s eyes flickered with violent light.
He never believed his power wholly came from Mad Fire.
But it is his distinctive characteristic, his unique trait, hence he regarded Mad Fire as an unwatchable possession, unwilling to see it in any other creature.
Due to the overly fragmented and vague information he had received, Gorsas still did not know where the seemingly appeared Mad Fire specifically was.
But he was too lazy to discern the truth of the messages, unwilling to spend the mental effort to think deeply, and his chaotic mind couldn’t come up with a good plan.
Thus.
This powerful Red Dragon waved its tail densely covered with bone spikes more irritably, the desire for destruction surged once more.
He decided to destroy something again, to please himself with screams and flames.
Finally, he suddenly flapped his enormous wings, the terrifying heat instantly evaporating the rain curtain around him, charging towards a certain kingdom base he remembered with endless ferocity.
ps: I’ve burnt out, kindly asking for a monthly ticket
