Chapter 77

The saying goes, "Even a horse can be outrun by a mountain," but now it seems that even a dragon can be outrun by a mountain.

The golden dragon Su, who had never imagined that one day it would be reduced from a flying creature to a crawling one, felt the weight of its massive body as it moved slowly over the rugged terrain, truly deserving the word "crawl."

Even with its tank-like body crushing trees and rocks, the golden dragon Su's imposing presence did little to shake off the pursuers.

"Our current speed is 41 kilometers per hour, the enemy is approaching at 67 kilometers per hour, and we are expected to have our first contact in two hours. However, at this speed, it will take us four hours to reach that cave," the "Dragon General" intelligent core system analyzed for Lin Mo through a series of light mirror spells.

While Lin Mo could have left the golden dragon Su behind and fled on his own, his conscience wouldn't allow it.

His twin sister, Li Mubing, often nagged about how the dragon knight was overly sympathetic and a good person, which wasn't entirely without reason.

"Damn curse, damn sorcerer! If it weren't for these complications, I would challenge that Su-27 guy to a duel. Is his strength ranking 27? Hmm, maybe there's even a Su-1? I am the real Su!"

The golden dragon Su, after hearing a nonsensical version of the "Su-27" story, was seething with anger.

How could that guy show off his sharp wings in the sky, making it unbearable for the so-called Blade Dragon? It was eager to challenge that Su-27 guy to a one-on-one fight.

To tell all intelligent beings who the sharpest blade under the sky truly was!

The Sukhoi Aviation Group on Earth was completely unaware of being cursed by an interdimensional dragon. The real Su-1, a single-seat, single-engine, single-wing aircraft, would have collapsed in tears if it knew that the dragon lord Su could easily disintegrate it with a single claw.

"You go ahead, I'll catch up."

Lin Mo jumped off the golden dragon Su's back with a thought.

"Morin, either hide far away or catch up quickly. I, Lord Su, won't wait for you."

Though Su said this, his steps became smaller, a typical trait of golden dragons who often say one thing and mean another, or rather, suffer for the sake of pride.

"Ha!"

Lin Mo glanced at the golden dragon's back, turned to look at the path it had cleared, and sneered.

There was no choice; while contracting its form could effectively reduce its trail, it would also consume more unnecessary energy under the curse, further weakening the golden dragon.

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"Up ahead, in at most two hours, we'll catch up to them!"

Ronaen, the butler of the dragon-hunting Morix family, held a special artifact called the "Dragon Finder," which could indicate the direction of a specific type of dragon based on the user's settings.

This artifact, crafted by a renowned fourth-rank master at great cost to the Morix family, resembled a palm-sized feng shui compass with intricate, glowing patterns and several differently colored magic crystals, as well as a golden needle in the central circular depression.

To others, it was merely a dragon radar, and a one-to-one one at that. But for dragon hunters, it was an essential dragon-tracking device.

Due to its high manufacturing difficulty and cost, the "Dragon Finder" was classified as an extremely rare artifact.

"Everyone be careful. I don't know much about that dragon, but the dragon knight is very cunning."

Sword God Glen was furious. That damned Sylan dragon knight had the audacity to impersonate a divine court cultivator right under his nose, a bold and reckless act.

"Ah!~"

Just as Glen finished speaking, a scream of pain came from the front of the group.

"What happened?"

Knight Captain Jim spurred his blue-scaled steed to the front of the group. He recognized the scream as one of his own men.

A blue-scaled steed lay on its side, its front hoof twisted at an unnatural angle, the hoof tip still stuck in the ground, clearly broken by a violent and cruel force. It let out a series of agonized whinnies, showing the intense pain it was in.

A dozen paces away, a knight struggled to his feet, swaying unsteadily, clearly badly injured. Nevertheless, he stumbled over to his steed, hugging its neck and trying to comfort it.

The bond between a rider and their mount was unbreakable.

"Whinny!~"

Another blue-scaled steed let out a startled whinny. The rider quickly pulled the reins, but soon realized that his mount had stepped into a deep hole, half of its left front hoof buried in the ground.

Fortunately, the group had slowed down after the previous incident, or the blue-scaled beast and its rider would have met the same fate.

Two deep holes, larger than a bowl, were visible on the ground. These strange holes had caused the two blue-scaled steeds to stumble.

"These are horse traps! Specifically designed to target cavalry. We can't go any further."

A high-ranking knight from the Third Legion recognized the traps.

"What a vicious trap!"

Blue-scaled steeds, with their superior physical abilities, were always rare and extremely expensive. One was now crippled, and the other was badly frightened, which made Knight Captain Jim of the Morix family furious, wishing to tear the trap-digger apart.

"It must have been that Sylan dragon knight."

Sword God Glen growled in his throat.

"Everyone be careful!"

The high-ranking knight from the Third Legion warned everyone and signaled a mage in the group.

The mage nodded in response, dismounted, and walked to the front of the group, raising his staff and chanting a spell. The ground trembled slightly, and earth elementals began to pulse.

With a great effort, the mage slammed his staff into the ground. Boom!~ The ground beneath everyone's feet shook unexpectedly, revealing many black holes, identical to the horse traps that had ensnared the blue-scaled steeds. Some even appeared in the middle of the group, and two Portland warhorses would have met the same fate if they had taken a step forward.

Sss!~ Everyone couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.

The Portland mage didn't stop there. He slammed his staff again, and the black horse traps collapsed into shallow pits, no longer a threat to the blue-scaled steeds and warhorses.

"Continue forward!"

The Portlanders and Anstratherians continued their nightmarish pursuit.

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"What did you do back there?"

When Lin Mo appeared a kilometer behind, the golden dragon Su noticed him. Although the curse had greatly weakened its abilities to consume metal and manipulate part of the void magnetic field, it still had a keen sense of metal.

The metal in "Dragon General," the survival knife, combat pistol, and water bottle were enough to catch Su's attention.

"I left some interesting setups for the followers."

What Lin Mo called "interesting setups" were actually a series of unimaginable and bizarre traps.

In the "Night" special operations unit of Earth's civilization, these simple and effective traps were nothing out of the ordinary. Through osmosis, he quickly mastered these elite combat skills.

Su shook its massive head, unable to understand. The golden dragon clan, and perhaps the entire dragon race, had little knowledge or research on such traps.

However, these endless setups were enough to make the Portlanders and Anstratherians struggle and panic, slowing their pursuit and causing non-combat casualties.

The horse traps, which were the first to appear, were almost humane compared to the subsequent vicious traps.

A man and a dragon climbed a towering mountain. Even the massive body of the golden dragon seemed insignificant before the snow-capped peak, no larger than an ant.

There was no path on the mountain, and the weakened Su struggled to climb, slipping several times before finally making it up. The dragon knight, equipped with an anti-gravity tactical armor, had an easier time.

The cave Lin Mo had in mind was right in front of them, shrouded in mist. They discovered it thanks to "Dragon General."

"Roar!~"

Something in the cave seemed to sense the intruders and let out a low growl.

"It looks like we have a resident inside!"

Su showed no fear, instead baring its fangs in a bloodthirsty grin, which looked no different from a snarl to the dragon knight.

"Can you handle it?" Lin Mo, following behind the golden dragon Su, didn't take the cave's resident seriously.

Even a broken ship has three pounds of nails, let alone a golden dragon.

A scorching white steam burst from the cave, followed by a flash of crimson light. A lion-like magical beast, as large as an adult African elephant, with a black body and flames constantly emanating from it, charged out of the cave.

The man and the dragon didn't retreat at the warning growl but continued to approach, which the beast interpreted as an invasion and challenge. It charged out to defend its territory.

"Red Dawn Night Flame Lion, how out of place. What is it doing here?"

Lin Mo, busy updating his new creature database, joked. Encountering a cold-climate Three-Striped Ice Fang Wolf in the forest and a fire-type magical beast above the snowline was truly baffling.

"Indeed! I, Lord Su, will correct its mistake!"

The golden dragon let out a long, low growl, flapping its scales and wings, and charged forward without hesitation.

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