Chapter 72

After leaving Dan Yan Town, Lin Mo activated the anti-gravity field of the "Dragon General" and proceeded on foot towards the northwest, towards the capital city of Delan, leaping dozens of meters with each step.

While re-equipping the tactical armor at the town's prayer hall, he not only imparted his knowledge of surgical procedures to the studious pharmacist but also shared some of his understanding of antibiotics, such as the cultivation and extraction of penicillin.

As he had said, how far the future could go depended entirely on the efforts of the pharmacist named Li Liang.

In any case, for the people of this world, this knowledge would only be beneficial and could perhaps save more unfortunate souls.

Unfortunately, the "Tiger Fang" team, who had sought medical help at the prayer hall, had taken the young nun Melidor to temporarily avoid the golden dragon, and Lin Mo could not say thanks and goodbye to the kind-hearted young nun again.

Perhaps there would be an opportunity to come back and thank her in person later.

"Beep!~"

The tactical helmet of the "Dragon General" suddenly emitted a prompt sound, and a radar scanning interface automatically appeared on the transparent display of the visor, showing a strong electromagnetic wave reflection point 15 kilometers away at the 3 o'clock direction.

The single-person radar reconnaissance system, which performed a 360-degree full scan every 10 minutes, seemed to have detected something abnormal.

Lin Mo was taken aback. In this world, radar warning reactions were not for aircraft or tanks but for other more special objects, such as large metal objects, and of course, golden dragons.

Could it be the injured golden dragon from before?!

Standing on a rock at the top of a small hill, he strained his eyes to look into the distance. The high-definition optical lens on the tactical helmet replaced the telescope, and the image was continuously zooming in, automatically adjusting the focus.

10x, 20x, 30x... until it reached 200x, Lin Mo saw the target detected by the radar.

He had not guessed wrong; it was indeed the golden dragon with the ugly curse scars that he had encountered in Dan Yan Town.

For some reason, the bodies of the golden dragons were completely exposed to radar, with an amplification effect. Even if the actual area was only one square meter, the radar reflection would be hundreds of square meters.

No wonder Lin Mo's mount, the golden dragon Gold Coin, was almost killed by two J-10 fighter jets and anti-aircraft fire when it first appeared on Earth.

"Roar!~"

The wind carried the golden dragon's roar filled with anger and resentment. It was clear that the giant was in trouble.

In the images captured by the optical system, it was desperately flapping its massive scaly wings, trying to fly into the sky, but an invisible force was holding it down.

The light of spells and the fierce war qi slashes continuously struck the dragon's body, which was covered with terrifying scars. Due to the curse, the new injuries were more severe than usual.

A group of audacious individuals was surrounding and attacking the golden dragon.

These greedy and reckless people knew that although the golden dragons fed on metal, their bodies were the best materials for crafting the highest-grade armor and divine weapons.

Some profit-driven and audacious individuals hunted dragons to obtain unimaginable wealth. Even with careful planning and arrangements, even the dragons of slaughter could not escape their fate.

To gain such astonishing wealth, one had to pay an equally enormous price.

The groups that hunted golden dragons often suffered heavy casualties, even total annihilation. Only a few strong or lucky individuals could share in the enormous wealth that could support several generations.

With 100% profit, people would dare to trample all human laws; if the profit could reach 300%, they would not fear crime, even the risk of hanging. This quote from Karl Heinrich Marx's "Capital" also applied to this world.

These dragon hunters, although their harvest could drive people mad, would also face the revenge of the dragon clan.

The dragon rider standing on the hilltop suddenly vanished and reappeared in the next second, heading straight for the location of the golden dragon.

"Activate the magnetic plasma engine, 100% power output!"

The "Dragon General" land and air dual-use digital tactical armor, equipped with an external enhanced armor, emitted a faint blue light from its back. Unlike the powerful thrust of other types of engines, it released a gentle and steady force.

This was no longer a long leap, but a complete switch to low-altitude flight, with a speed much faster than before.

Although it was just an auxiliary power system with limited burst and thrust, it had the advantage of lasting power and minimal fuel consumption.

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"Put in more effort, Dinger, don't stop! Release your curse!"

"Quick, bring over a few more bags of magical spices."

"Kori, maintain the gravity spell, it must not fly, or we're dead."

"Archers, aim for its head, limb joints, and wing roots, keep weakening it."

"Greatswordsmen, hurry, take over, don't save the potions for me. Just take down this giant, and we'll all earn it back! Be careful, Fitch! Watch out for the blade spikes it shoots; it's no different from a stone-splitting hedgehog. Oh, damn! This idiot, Biggle, go drag Fitch's body back, so he doesn't get in the way."

A young woman with short red hair, riding a green-scaled steed, gave instructions from the sidelines. She wore a specially made vine armor similar to others, but hers was more intricately crafted and adorned with a noble emblem. Its durability was comparable to metal plate armor of the same thickness, but it was much lighter.

This special material armor was not only incredibly light and sturdy, allowing the wearer to fully utilize their agility, but it also rendered the golden dragon's metal-eating ability useless.

The weapons used by the dragon hunters were bone weapons, as sturdy and sharp as metal. If these items were in a regular noble's home, they would be prized as exquisite collections, but now they were used as combat equipment, like a waste of resources.

Three hundred steps away, a team of hundreds of mages, sorcerers, archers, and greatswordsmen surrounded the raging golden dragon, continuously launching attacks.

None of those involved in the hunt were ordinary people. Even a random one of them could become a local strongman in a remote area.

But for the eye-watering wealth and a luxurious and comfortable life, they could unite to form a powerful and luxurious team, challenging the ferocious golden dragon.

Life is short, and death is certain, but the chance to gain immense wealth was worth the risk.

All the combatants and spellcasters unleashed their full combat power without reservation, not even sparing a glance at the fallen or dying comrades, as any distraction could mean their own demise.

"Lord, our supply of magic arrows is running low. We can only hold out for another two hours at most."

An elderly man with graying hair rode a green-scaled steed and approached, gently pulling the reins to slow down.

More than ten four-wheeled carts pulled by green-scaled steeds waited quietly in the forest behind him. Only these second-stage magical beasts, trained and fed special potions, could remain calm in such a situation.

If it were ordinary warhorses, they would have long been frightened and uncontrollable.

"Steward Ronner, didn't we just buy a batch two days ago?"

The red-haired female knight frowned slightly, her slightly angular face showing dissatisfaction with the bad news.

"My lord, as you know, the 'Hunter's Guild,' 'Iron Captors,' 'Thorn Rose,' and 'Tiger Fang' are also involved in the hunt. The suppliers have insufficient stock, and we could only get 80% of our planned amount, even with extra gold coins."

The elderly man, seemingly a noble steward, maintained his respectful tone despite his lord's displeasure.

"These damned merchants! Do the 'Hunter's Guild,' 'Iron Captors,' and others even deserve to be called dragon hunters? They're all a bunch of useless scum, better off dead!"

Hunting a dragon was not like hunting ordinary beasts, magical creatures, or demons. A single mistake could mean the entire team's demise. The red-haired knight pondered for a moment and said, "Use the reserve magic crystals. If the arrows are insufficient, use magic instead! Tell the mages to step up their efforts. I'll increase their original allocation by 30%."

"Uh! Yes, my lord!"

The elderly steward Ronner was taken aback. The value of the magic crystals collected over the years, even a tenth of it, would be enough to cover the cost of the magic arrows for this operation.

Each dragon hunt would consume a huge amount of funds, but if successful, the gains would far outweigh the costs.

However, such opportunities were rare. For a well-known dragon-hunting family, having one dragon hunt every two to three generations was enough to maintain the family's prosperity for hundreds of years.

"Lord Judith, there's a stranger approaching."

A knight riding a green-scaled steed rushed over from behind.

"Drive away any uninvolved people. How did Jim clear the area? There shouldn't be anyone within 20 miles. Get rid of that person quickly!"

The red-haired female knight waved her hand impatiently. At this critical moment, any interference was a nuisance.

"No, my lord, that person is flying over. Perhaps, it might be a mage!"