A Dragon against the Whole World

Today’s sunlight is particularly dazzling, and the noontime temperature at the Border Area is not chilly, exceptionally comfortable.

But in front of the Red Iron Dragon that has torn the earth and stands amidst the ruins, almost all goblins feel as if they’ve fallen into an ice cave, hands and feet cold, unable to feel any warmth.

However, no race is lacking in warriors.

A golem more advanced than the Flesh Ripper suddenly rose up, launching a surprise attack from behind.

The Red Iron Dragon did not even glance over, casually swiping its tail, Dragon Scales on the tail aligning like a giant blade, instantly slicing through the Mechanical Golem.

"Pitiful toy."

The Red Iron Dragon’s voice is unhurried, yet echoes clearly in the ruins.

The afterimage of the swinging Dragon Tail is still frozen in the air, and the ambushing golem has already turned into scattered steel parts, clinking and clattering as they roll onto the scorched ground.

Meanwhile, more shadows close in.

One by one, the Mechanical Golems activated their overdrive mode, the core engines roaring like drums, emitting a large amount of high-temperature steam, energy circuits glowing with a red sheen.

The natural cowardice of goblins makes them unwilling to face battle directly.

But perhaps concealed by a layer of steel mecha, goblins piloting the golem often experience the illusion of becoming taller and stronger, braver than usual, even daring to fight a Dragon.

A robust and massive golem approached from the right, a heavy hammer smashing down.

Galos slightly tilted his body.

Boom! The ground burst open with web-like cracks under the heavy blow.

Scattered stones landed on the Dragon Scale, further shattering.

The Red Iron Dragon’s counterattack was as fast as lightning.

He raised his claw, pressing down on the robust golem.

His Claw Strike trajectory was ordinary, direct, but it exuded a skilled, back-to-basics proficiency.

Seemingly casual, it blocked all the golem’s spaces for dodging.

The mastery of Claw Strikes brought about by his combat prowess made Galos’ claw techniques like those of a battle-honed master, rather than a beast’s wild swing.

The golem, weighing tens of tons, had just reacted when its chest cockpit was already penetrated.

Broken gears and pipelines spurted from its back, drawing bright arcs in the sunlight, and the spilled black oil resembled the golem’s blood.

Front, back, and sides.

Three Steel Rippers surrounded simultaneously, advanced models of the Flesh Ripper, featuring sturdier mechanical arms and chainsaw swords capable of slicing through fine steel.

Flame Curse!

Galos utilized a magic-like skill awakened during his Sleep Stage, his eyes seemingly igniting with flames.

Without any warning, the three Steel Rippers were simultaneously enveloped in crimson red light, but beyond this, no other obvious changes occurred.

Scorching Metal!

Galos raised his claw, grasping the void.

Creak... The three Steel Rippers simultaneously convulsed, their metal bodies burning red like heated iron.

The Mechanical Golems were constructed with Magic-Resistant Metal and marked with anti-magic runes.

Low-Level Magic was basically ineffective against the Steel Rippers.

However, it was not enough to completely resist the two magic-like skills Galos used simultaneously.

The goblins inside the cockpits let out agonizing wails, as if turned into meat on a grill, with blisters forming on the parts of their bodies in contact with the metal. Still, the Magic-Resistant Metal had its effect, causing painful burns but not proving fatal.

After a brief convulsion, the Steel Rippers continued to lift their chainsaw swords, slashing towards Galos.

Still, a moment’s dullness was a fatal flaw.

Boom! The Dragon Wings surged with the raging flames, instantly accelerating.

The Red Iron Dragon’s wings fully unfolded, rapidly whirling around itself, wing blades slicing through the air, carried with dangerous, lethal sharpness, passing over the three Steel Rippers and slicing both them and the goblins within in half.

At the same time.

The golems in the rear completed their lock-on.

They were short and heavy, not as tall and mighty as the Steel Rippers, but heavily armed with long-range weaponry, carrying six-barreled Magic Energy Cannons on their shoulders, with alchemy weapons on their hands and chest.

They opened fire simultaneously on the Red Iron Dragon.

Acid bombs, Arcane Missiles, and scorching solid metal shells attacked from different angles, while at the same time, the moment the Red Iron Dragon shredded the Steel Rippers, it was engulfed.

Boom, boom, boom!

The ground shattered, fiery flames, acid, and arcane energy mingling together... the air instantly turned immensely murky, as if becoming a domain of death.

The power of Alchemy lies in.

As long as there are suitable materials and resources, supported by a solid industrial system, alchemical equipment can demonstrate skills from almost every path.

In situations with abundant resources, where supply meets demand.

The Alchemist, rather, becomes the strongest profession in the early and mid-game, without a doubt.

If it were an ordinary adolescent Dragon, hit by this wave of overwhelming bombardment, at least they would peel off a layer of skin.

However, before the goblins could celebrate their results.

Whish!

The Red Iron Dragon swiftly rose with its wings, abruptly rushing out of the bombardment-covered area, cracks and corrosion marks adorning its scales, but only just that.

Cold Burst Scale has remarkable resistance to both high and low temperatures.

Its resistance to physical damage is unparalleled.

Meanwhile, as a result of the damage sustained, heat energy accumulated within Galos.

Destructive Dragon Breath is one of Galos’s major trump cards. He wasn’t sure if the battle here would be reported to the Goblin Headquarters, thus requiring some reservation, but he could also reveal it to a degree, acting as a decoy.