A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 364 - 302: When the Dust Settles

The Flower Knight, before losing consciousness, pleaded with Galos to stop the war; however, there was no ripple in Galos’ heart, and he did not issue any ceasefire orders as hoped.

The Red Iron Dragon tossed the human knight onto the ground before it, then idly toyed with him like a plaything.

After confirming the knight was indeed in a deep coma with no response, Galos slowly lifted his heavy claw, lightly pressing it against the fragile human body.

Just in case, as soon as the body showed the slightest abnormality,

Galos’ claw would immediately stomp down, completely crushing it.

Immediately.

Galos lowered his gigantic head, its eyes reflecting the battlefield below, stained with blood and fire.

Human warriors and the dragon group’s followers were still fiercely clashing, the roars, the clanging of weapons, and the blasts of magic ceaselessly tearing the night to shreds.

Perhaps it was due to the Albert Family’s long-term brainwashing training and strict military discipline.

Even though the Count’s elite private army was utterly suppressed and at an absolute disadvantage, suffering heavy casualties, with the defense line on the verge of collapse, there was still no sign of a breakdown at this moment.

Those human warriors, clad in tattered armor, like trapped beasts in a desperate situation, let out hysterical shouts, chanting for the family’s illusory honor, charging forward in a hopeless battle of life and death.

Galos was well aware.

In such circumstances,

If he ordered a ceasefire, based on the followers’ absolute reverence and loyalty to him, the majority would stop fighting immediately.

But what about the enemy?

Galos could almost be certain that these warriors, brainwashed by family honor, not only wouldn’t stop but might seize this momentary respite to launch a more ferocious counterattack.

Followers falling on the blood and fire-laden battlefield, Galos could accept without difficulty.

Because the battlefield itself is the harshest furnace, any warrior who survives this hell will surely be tempered to become stronger and more resilient.

A calm sea will never produce truly agile and fearless sailors.

Nor will flowers grown in a greenhouse ever withstand the ravages of storm and rain.

The elite troops that the Molten Iron Tribe take pride in were born and grew amidst countless edge-of-death skirmishes.

But.

Even if ten Flower Knights knelt before him, begging earnestly, he would never make a foolish decision that might increase the casualties of his loyal followers just to spare the insignificant lives of the enemy.

The so-called mercy should never come at the price of betraying one’s own clan.

And as time passed.

Under the quiet watch of the Red Iron Dragon, the clamor and roars on the battlefield finally approached their end.

Bang!

A dull and huge collision sound suddenly erupted.

Taking advantage of the Evil Wolf General’s difficult defense against Iron Dragon Solrog’s heavy claw strike, Red Dragon Samantha, like a predator lying in wait, launched a lethal assault from behind.

She turned her massive, hard, and incredibly heavy body into a weapon, slamming into the back of the Evil Wolf General, which was protected by Rune Armor.

Facing many alone, this powerful Rune Knight found himself stretched thin, unable to turn around in time or mobilize his large shield, inscribed with Defense Runes, to block.

The irresistible Giant Strength instantly destroyed his balance, slamming his strong body hard onto the ground.

Struggling embarrassedly, just barely managing to turn over, his vision was filled with shadows.

Three massive shadows descended from the sky simultaneously.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three successive dull blasts, like the earth’s heart being hammered, burst into sound.

The hard ground shook violently, thick dust rising and spreading like an explosion, engulfing that area in an instant.

Amid the dust, the sound of twisting metal and the wailing of runes faintly came through.

When a gust of wind swept through the smoke, slightly dispersing the dust.

Iron Dragon Solrog’s huge claw firmly gripped a faintly breathing figure, like a candle in the wind.

The Evil Wolf General’s once-proud Rune Armor was now shattered and dilapidated, his Rune Giant Sword and sturdy large shield had long been knocked away, their whereabouts unknown, and one by one, the runes on his body crumbled and vanished like extinguished candles.

His magnificent body, once swelled by the Secret Technique, was now rapidly shrinking back to the fragile figure of an ordinary human.

Elsewhere in the battle, the dust had also settled.

The cold blade storm summoned by the Ice Deer Lord, resembling countless flying ice crystal razors, shredded the Guardian Mage’s shield.

Before the Mage could construct another spell for self-protection, a rapid white shadow had already torn through the battlefield.

The White Tiger Lord, carrying a piercing whistling sound as it leaped, its claws gleaming with a cold light, pinned down the Guardian Mage’s trembling body from fear.

Almost simultaneously, the Alchemist adept in firearms met defeat as well.

The Giant Snake Lord’s massive body, covered with sturdy scales, advanced like a rolling boulder despite the Alchemist’s guns firing relentlessly, leaving only slight white marks.

Its massive, cold tail shot out like the most flexible steel cable, instantly coiling and binding the Alchemist tightly.

Those human mid-level leaders, such as the Heavy Armor Warrior Commander, Cavalry Captain, etc., found themselves equally trapped in a desperate situation.

They were besieged layer upon layer by frenzied Ogres, swift Centaur Warriors, blood-thirsty Giant Wolves... every slash seemed futile.