A Dragon against the Whole World

The last vestige of night vanished on the distant horizon, and dawn replaced the night, casting its beautiful light upon the earth. The human tribe named Dawn, however, witnessed a painful night.

The Ancestral Spirit Altar, the place symbolizing their spirit, was destroyed.

Black Stone Pass was quickly taken down.

After this, the true Legion Commander of the Molten Iron Tribe pressed onward, slicing through defenses like a sharp knife and advancing north, no longer relying mainly on Jackal-Wolf Folk, Kobold, and War Lizardfolk as cannon fodder.

Ogres, Centaurs, and Flying Dragons were deployed as elite forces.

Even the tamed Wild Monster Lord joined the fray.

Goblins, who once belonged to the Golden Tooth Tribe and have now surrendered, maneuvered powerful golems to fight alongside monsters; the tide of flesh and steel pushed forward inch by inch, trampling upon the territory belonging to the Dawn Tribe.

Although it wasn’t yet the turn of the Ironblood Tribe’s Beastmen, they felt the urgency of the situation and kept sending reinforcements.

The combined strength of the human and Beastmen alliance army surpassed that of the Molten Iron unit.

The Molten Iron unit primarily waged battle through attrition, sacrificing its lower-level followers against the two major tribe’s legions. However, the strongest element of the Molten Iron Tribe was not its army but the dragons that possessed flight capabilities, allowing them to maneuver freely in the sky and swiftly execute decapitation strategies against the Ironblood and Dawn leaders, undermining their strategic points.

Whenever both sides were fiercely engaged in battle,

The Dragon Group would launch and split into two teams, targeting and launching lightning-fast attacks. Within a single day, they could rotate through multiple strategic points, leaving the two tribes scrambling, overwhelmed, and fires erupting everywhere.

In a backward place like the Border Area, noble flying units seemed highly unreasonable.

Especially the most powerful Red Iron Dragon, whose mobility was terrifying, virtually impossible to defend against.

Even a multi-dragon team composed of Red Dragons, Iron Dragons, and White Dragons didn’t exert as much pressure as he did alone.

Whenever that imposing dragon body tore through the sky, its wings flapping and emitting a piercing screech akin to countless blades unsheathing or a continuous thunderous roar, those who heard it, both humans and Beastmen, were struck with dread, and their morale crumbled.

Because.

This sound signified death; it meant destruction.

As the flames of war continued to burn, Brunhild and Ugosh tried on multiple occasions to deal with the Red Iron Dragon, seeking a king-to-king battle.

But.

The Red Iron Dragon adhered to the idea of "a king does not see another king," choosing to strike down targets below his rank. Despite having immense power, he never engaged with the two tribe leaders, always opting for swift, decisive battles, striking and leaving cleanly.

Due to his unmatched speed, by the time the tribe leaders arrived, wherever the Red Iron Dragon struck had already turned to scorched earth, bodies littering the ground.

They tried to retaliate but were always a step behind the Red Iron Dragon.

Just like now.

With a terrifying scream and rumble, the Red Iron Dragon descended from the sky like a meteor piercing the earth, obliterating the human outpost located on the hills, then unhesitatingly activated its fury state and began slaughtering.

In less than three minutes,

The guards at the outpost here were all killed, including a high-ranking Barbarian leader, whose life, fierce under frenzy and fury, lasted a mere minute under Galos’s claws.

"This kind of battle is always so easy and satisfying."

The Red Iron Dragon shook its head, suppressing the golden lightning dancing on its body, and strolled leisurely among the fiery flames and scorched earth before soaring into the sky.

Fighting against enemies of the same or higher level was never truly to Galos’s liking.

He preferred ’downward compatibility’ in his ’cross-level’ battles.

Mowing down opponents and sweeping over them with no risk involved.

"Coward!"

"Bastard!"

The roars of Brunhild and Ge Wush echoed from the earth, rising to the heavens, reaching Galos’s ears.

Galos looked down, spotting the two tribe leaders racing across the ground, clouds of dust trailing behind them, their legs blurring like shadows. However, from receiving the message to reaching the destination took enough time for Galos to finish his battle; they still arrived a step late.

Looking calmly at the two,

The Red Iron Dragon indifferently withdrew his gaze, then returned to Dragon Valley to adjust his state.

Always cautious, Galos paused his assassination strikes whenever his Cold Burst Scale was exhausted or his stamina dropped below seventy percent, resuming attacks only after recovering.

He was indeed very steady.

With black oil, and high-energy potions obtained through trade,

As long as there were no significant injuries, his recovery was rapid, leading repeated sorties that inflicted severe blows upon humans and Beastmen—half of the Molten Iron Tribe’s victories were thanks to Galos.

Amid the din of war, time quietly slipped by.

The Molten Iron Tribe’s legion ravaged the north, cooperating with the Dragon Group to advance incrementally, squeezing the Dawn Tribe’s survival space, causing the scales of victory to tilt gradually.

Meanwhile, in a hastily constructed tent,

Brunhild, Ugosh, along with many high-ranking leaders from both humans and Beastmen, convened here to discuss their next move.

"We can’t go on like this."

"That Red Iron Dragon is too cautious, never engaging us head-on, yet he’s too fast for us to keep up with."

Brunhild said in a low voice, "If we continue fighting at his pace, we won’t last long before facing complete defeat."

Ge Wush nodded heavily, "The Red Iron bastard is the core of the Molten Iron Tribe; taking him down first, leaving the dragons leaderless, is our only chance of winning!"