Chapter 85

"Su!"

Lin Mo, who was fighting his way toward the giant dragon, let out a startled cry. Regardless of whether it would help, he began chanting a spell, and after a moment, he hurled a second-tier light magic spell, "Light Redemption." The light sphere landed on the golden dragon.

Those pesky spellcasters were using both magic and curses, and neither the human nor the dragon could stand against them. Moreover, the fearless Portland soldiers used their lives and bodies to hold them back.

Lin Mo could already feel the dire situation Su was in, a predicament no less severe than any binding spell or curse. Although it would result in heavy casualties, it could convert all available spellcasting power into lethal force, achieving maximum offensive effect.

It looked cruel, but it was highly effective. It was not an exaggeration to say that for every thousand enemies killed, eight hundred of their own would be lost.

"Morin! Fall back!"

The spell marks covering Su's body suddenly burst, transforming him almost instantly into an incredibly ugly rust monster. After a few agonizing groans, it seemed he had made a decision, and his body bristled with blades.

The nearby Portland soldiers had not yet reacted when the intimidating cold light flashed at a speed that left no time for reaction. Countless one-meter-long blades whistled like the sound of death and shot out in all directions.

Like a scythe sweeping through a wheat field, the Portland soldiers surrounding the golden dragon had no place to hide. They watched helplessly as the lethal blades pierced through their and their comrades' bodies, emitting a dense chorus of screams. They fell like cut wheat, and the battlefield was instantly cleared.

One of the golden dragon's killer moves, "Thorn Storm," had unparalleled large-scale physical damage. The spell shields of several low-tier mages outside the field were shattered by the golden dragon's deliberate concentrated attack, turning them into human pincushions, bleeding profusely, with no hope of recovery.

The majority of the spellcasters who participated in the attack, lacking effective defensive means and not expecting the range and penetration power of the golden dragon's blades, were unable to withstand such a terrifying attack even with a row of armored soldiers in front of them.

Several blades that penetrated the heavy infantry soldiers directly stabbed into the spellcasters beside the High Mage Wohao. They screamed and fell to the ground, quickly becoming silent.

Wohao, who had narrowly escaped, was pale with fear. After a close encounter with death, he trembled uncontrollably and was quickly dragged away by the surviving knights, fearing that any further hesitation would result in the complete annihilation of the spellcaster team.

The two sides, having unleashed their ultimate moves, seemed to have ended up in a mutual defeat.

"It's almost done! Give it one more push!"

Ronan, the butler who had been assisting the family head Judith in preparing the dragon hunt, had some experience and insight. He immediately judged that the dragon was at the end of its rope.

In fact, after being ambushed and attacked by multiple dragon hunting teams for days, and being bound by curses, it was a miracle that the golden dragon had managed to hold on until now. Moreover, it had even dared to challenge the Portland army.

Fortunately, the dragon hunters' curses had restricted the golden dragon's abilities to devour metal and manipulate the magnetic field of the void. Otherwise, the Portland people would have suffered far more casualties, and it would have been impossible to contain it with ordinary soldiers. If the dragon had fully utilized its mobility to repeatedly harass and attack, the entire army might have been wiped out.

With one more push, perhaps they could make the recently returned Lady Judith's face a bit more pleasant.

Killing this dragon would mean that even if the Portland people got the meat, the Morlix family would at least get a taste. This dragon hunt could more or less make up for most of their losses.

After using the "Thorn Storm," the golden dragon became even more emaciated, its body swaying as if it could barely stand. Clearly, both the curses and prolonged combat had drained it.

Although the golden dragons were powerful, this power came at a cost. They needed to constantly eat to maintain their fighting ability, a characteristic not much different from modern weapons that require large amounts of resources to maintain their fierce firepower.

The dragon rider, who had crouched in time, was unharmed. The number of blades shooting toward him was minimal. In the end, he was the only one still standing. At least a thousand Portland soldiers had fallen to the "Thorn Storm," and those who survived had permanently lost their fighting ability.

As a natural master of construction, the golden dragon understood the concept of health points. The three-edged spiral blades, improved with the dragon rider's suggestions, had an extraordinary killing power, not just in terms of diameter and damage. Even a blade as thin as a finger could easily take a life.

"Hehehe, damn Portlanders!"

Su looked at his no longer bright and shining body, as if sensing the end was near. He lay weakly on the ground, moving his almost unrecognizable head to look at Lin Mo, panting heavily, "Morin, come here."

"Su, stay strong, everything will be fine."

With no Portland soldiers blocking his way, Lin Mo quickly rushed to Su's side, stroking its dimming scales. The once fierce and terrifying dragon now looked like a monstrous creature made from inferior recycled steel, its size reduced to less than half of its original.

"Hehe, Morin, my time is almost up."

Su seemed to have lost all his strength, even lifting his head was an immense struggle. He no longer resembled the once spirited and fearsome dragon.

"No, I'll take you away from here!"

Lin Mo was moved by Su's determination and persistence. He tried to lift its head, but the dragon's size and weight far exceeded the anti-gravity field's capacity, and he could barely carry it.

A large amount of rust-like powder fell like snow, covering the ground soaked in blood. The golden dragon's body was on the verge of collapse.

"Ugh!" Su suddenly trembled all over, as if enduring great pain. He convulsed violently, opened his mouth, and a fist-sized crystal fell from between his fangs, landing at the dragon rider's feet.

The dragon seemed to have completed an important task, and a hint of relief appeared on its face. Death was not terrifying to it; what was terrifying was the endless greed.

"Pick it up, Morin. I'm sorry, this is all I can give you. Take it and leave here, as far away as possible!"

The golden dragon's voice rapidly weakened, and Lin Mo could already sense that it was beyond saving.

"No, no, there must be a way. I'll avenge you."

Lin Mo did not look at the crystal but turned to glare at the Portland soldiers slowly closing in. They clearly wanted to take advantage of the situation. This was no longer just a matter of national enmity but also the dragon rider's boundless rage.

"Even if the gods are against you, you must unhesitatingly raise your sword against them! Goodbye, Morin! Sita Maya, sigh, I was too任性 (reckless) back then! I still couldn't..."

Su seemed to be talking to himself, with no more to say. His large, basin-sized eyes quickly dimmed.

Lin Mo felt the dragon's head suddenly become much heavier. By the time he noticed the abnormality, Su's voice and breath had completely stopped.

The golden dragon, who had treated him like a member of its own kind, had returned to the embrace of the dragon god!

The lifeless dragon's body was like a massive, decaying metal block.

"Su, Su, you damn...!"

Two streams of tears ran down the dragon rider's face. Only now did he show his true human side, rather than the cold, merciless, and ruthless war machine he had been.

When Su fought for him, he had also treated Su as his closest brother.

What is a brother? Someone who can shield you from bullets!

Whether human or dragon!

Su had perfectly embodied this concept with his life, even though they had known each other for less than two days. Their mutual recognition felt like it had lasted decades or even centuries.

"Heavens! What, what is that? The heart core of a golden dragon? No, no, how is this possible? How can it be so intact? Shouldn't it have shattered? What tier is this heart core, and why is it transparent?"

The butler of the Morlix family trembled as he stared at the object that had fallen from the golden dragon's mouth, unable to believe what he saw.

According to legend, the heart core of a golden dragon was extremely precious, essential for crafting artifacts. However, the proud, no, the rebellious golden dragons would inevitably shatter their heart cores before dying if hunted by another race.

In the historical records passed down through generations of dragon hunters, there had never been a mention of a golden dragon's heart core falling into the hands of another intelligent species.

Given the unique constitution of the golden dragons, if the transparent crystal was not a heart core, it was impossible to imagine what else it could be.

"No, I must get it! I must get it!"

Ronan's eyes turned red. If he could obtain that object, the Morlix family would experience the most glorious prosperity in its history.

Without hesitation, he took out all his gold coins and shouted at the Portland soldiers, "Whoever helps me get that crystal, I'll give them a thousand, no, ten thousand gold coins, guaranteed by the honor of a noble!"

As soon as he spoke, the breathing of the Portland soldiers became heavy. Ten gold coins could ensure a family of three a comfortable life for a year, and ten thousand gold coins could buy a small landowner a life of luxury. Why be a mere soldier when this could be the best life they could ever have?

With such a generous reward, there would be brave men. Many Portland soldiers gripped their weapons tighter, their knuckles turning white, and their steps quickening. In their eyes, they no longer saw a human and a dragon but a pile of gold.

Gently releasing the golden dragon's head, which had become like a statue, Lin Mo removed his "Dragon General" tactical helmet and casually tossed it aside. He carefully picked up the transparent, eight-sided crystal, about 10 centimeters long and fitting perfectly in his hand, with various runes appearing inside. He meticulously cleaned it and placed it in his storage compartment, next to the silver dragon egg.

Allowing his tears to flow freely, he took a deep breath of the blood-soaked air and turned his gaze to the approaching Portland soldiers, looking at them with the coldness of one who sees the dead.

"'Magic Square' activate devouring mode, evolve weapon, six-barreled electromagnetic rapid-fire machine gun, caliber set to 12.7 millimeters, speed and power, 4 Mach!"

The dragon rider's cold, sinister smile seemed to come from hell.

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