Defeating the World with the Power of One Dragon!

Chapter 239: Digging Up Ancestral Graves Right Before Their Eyes - Pain, Too Much Pain

"Evil dragon!

"How dare you destroy the ancestral altar!"

A trembling, quivering whisper filled with rage rose from the swirling dust.

Shaman Leonie was covered in dust but completely unharmed, staring fixedly at the red iron dragon from between the protection of two guards on either side.

Boom!

Massive chunks of rubble were flung aside as the Ancestral Guardians' tattooed totems glowed with intense light, emerging from within.

Except for the four guards directly crushed by Garoth, the other elite guards who had been caught in the aftershocks, though injured, had not suffered a single death - clearly all were elite forces.

"Destroy? What I want is complete annihilation."

The red iron dragon spoke unhurriedly.

Across from him, Leonie's withered fingers dug deeply into the patterns of her staff, her knuckles turning white.Her cloudy eyes burned with fury as she rasped, "Do you think dragon fire can burn away the ancestral legacy of the Dawn Tribe? You will pay for this sacrilege, you evil dragon whelp!"

After a pause, the Shaman's voice suddenly rose sharply.

"Ancestors of generations past, grant us the power to punish this evil dragon!"

The surrounding Ancestral Guardians simultaneously released furious roars that sounded unlike human voices, more like overlapping, layered bellows.

The tattooed totems on their bodies all erupted with brilliant light, sometimes resembling beautiful women, other times transforming into majestic male faces, briefly materializing as ancestral battle spirits before contracting and merging with their bodies.

Their muscles bulged like fermenting dough, bones cracking like popping beans as they transformed into at least four-meter-tall giants in the blink of an eye, blood vessels writhing like earthworms beneath their skin.

Even their weapons were covered in layers of light, becoming enlarged.

"Finish this quickly."

Garoth's deep voice sounded like two hot irons scraping against each other as he slowly lowered his stance, his tail spikes scraping against the ground with a teeth-grating sound.

Anyone could see the red iron dragon was preparing to attack.

The first to pounce were two guards with giant bear skulls embedded in their shoulder armor.

Garoth didn't dodge but raised his right claw to meet the axe blades—Clang! The metallic collision rang out so loudly it shook dust from the surrounding ruins. The axe blade lodged in the gaps of his scale armor, spraying sparks and leaving a moderate, non-bleeding wound.

Tear!

The red iron dragon's left claw rose and fell like a blade sweeping horizontally. One guard's body instantly exploded into a mist of blood, tattooed totem torn apart, body torn to pieces.

the scattered totem lights floating in the air didn't disappear. Instead, as if pulled by invisible hands, they sank directly into the shaking mountain beneath their feet.

"For the Dawn Tribe!"

The tall and burly, almost inhuman Ancestral Guardian roared with overlapping voices, leaping high to bring his giant axe down toward the red iron dragon's neck.

Even in his furious rage, he could feel the power from the ancestral spirits, as if countless hands joined his in gripping the giant axe, delivering the strongest strike he had ever made.

Zap! Crackle!

Sounds like countless lightning strikes suddenly erupted,

Dense, shining golden lightning rose from the red iron dragon's body. His already powerful frame swelled several sizes larger, muscles almost bursting through his dragon scales, revealing steel-cast textures.

Since this was a lightning-fast decapitation strike to end the battle quickly, rapid resolution was the primary goal.

Garoth didn't wait for the enemy to break through his Frostburst Scales, efficiently utilizing all his power as he directly activated Frenzied State.

"Die, insect."

The guard's axe blade only struck an afterimage. With a flash of golden light, Garoth's true form already appeared three meters behind him.

Dragon claws burning with flame, suddenly striking out.

In an instant, the guard's back, flesh and bone, was torn open like thin paper.

But more deadly was the dragon fire and lightning that poured into his body immediately after.

The Ancestral Guardian's chest suddenly glowed with intense light, and the next second his entire body exploded from within, burning flesh fragments and bone splinters splattering across the ground.

Even with their heads cut off, headless bodies could continue fighting for a time driven by instinctual rage. But under absolute power crushing down, they were still killed instantly by Garoth's single strike, unable to continue fighting.

"Samantha!"

Garoth growled low, his gaze locking onto old Shaman Leonie who was chanting.

The red dragon had long been ready.

She spread her wings, liquid-like flames burning between her scale gaps, automatically condensing into hundreds of sharp crimson crystal spears in the air.

With a light tap of her claws, those crimson crystal spears shot toward the Ancestral Guardians like torrential rain.

The three front-line guards raised their totemic greatshields, ancient runes on the shield surfaces glowing blue,

The crimson spears struck the light barrier but weren't deflected—instead they suddenly shattered, bursting into brilliant light and flame.

Boom! All spears exploded simultaneously.

Crimson, blood-like flames instantly engulfed the guards' bodies.

This wasn't ordinary fire but deadly weapons formed from red dragon flames through alchemical shaping. The surrounding earth and stone touched by the aftermath melted into high-temperature crystals.

"Mind Thrust!"

Sorog's voice sounded like cold anvils striking together.

His obsidian-like dragon scales surface rippled with strange patterns, spiritual energy condensed into invisible spikes, stabbing toward the Ancestral Guardians' mental projections.

Two guards preparing to attack Garoth from the flank suddenly froze.

The Mind Sorcerer's attacks had certain targeted effects against these Ancestral Guardians.

Tear!

The red iron dragon's wings swept out. The frozen Ancestral Guardians were cut in half at the waist. That thick, tough muscle that could withstand blade attacks appeared so fragile before the red iron dragon's wing strikes, utterly defenseless.

Samantha and Sorog both swooped in.

Even with their heads cut off, headless bodies could continue fighting for a time driven by instinctual rage. But under absolute power crushing them, they were still killed instantly by Garoth's single strike, unable to continue fighting.

Only, all the dead Ancestral Guardians' tattoo lights sank toward the ground rather than immediately dispersing.

Wing strikes followed by claw attacks, claw attacks followed by tail sweeps.

After tail sweeps came another round of brutal claw attacks.

...The red iron dragon used simple yet fierce, uninterrupted attacks to kill obstructing guards along the way, almost unimpeded as he charged before the old Shaman.

Her vision was suddenly filled by the majestic, imposing red iron dragon covered in dancing lightning.

"With my life and soul, I sacrifice to the ancestors!"

The old Shaman raised her head, wrinkles crowding together on her face, but her eyes showed no fear of death. Only at the final moment did she finish her chant, striking the ground heavily with her staff.

Boom!

The ground cracked open.

Under the red iron dragon's claw, the old Shaman's body became radial blood mud embedded in the ground.

Totem light glowed from her remains, sinking into the mountain. The remaining Ancestral Guards went mad, frantically attacking the young adult dragons, but were swiftly eliminated and killed.

At that moment.

The mountain that had been shaking from the battle suddenly stabilized.

As beams of light flashed, interwove, and outlined patterns, they finally formed an altar design branded onto the mountain rock, emitting a unique aura.

"The ancestral altar isn't broken? No, this thing wasn't purely physical to begin with."

Garoth suddenly understood.

Old Shaman Leonie and the surrounding Ancestral Guards had used their lives and souls to reassemble the Ancestral Spirit Altar.

The rock giant stood up but didn't attack.

It simply stood silently guarding the Ancestral Spirit Altar at its heart position, adopting a defensive posture.

It was as if red-hot steel needles had pierced their brains. Even with furious rage reducing nearly ninety percent of pain perception, this intense agony still made their bodies tremble. More deadly, the ancestral spirits were also damaged.

As time passed, the totem light on its body diminished, but it would definitely last until reinforcements arrived.

If they only killed the old Shaman and guards but ultimately didn't destroy the altar, this raid wouldn't be truly successful.

Red dragon Samantha's body glowed with shining runic patterns, her scale surface plated with a steel-like metallic sheen. Then her wings danced wildly as she used her body as a weapon to crash toward the rock guardian.

The red iron dragon's wings swept out. The frozen Ancestral Guardians were cut in half at the waist. That thick, tough muscle that could withstand blade attacks appeared so fragile before the red iron dragon's wing strikes, unable to withstand a single blow.

The red dragon crashed against the rock guardian's horizontally raised massive arm, herself thrown back by the recoil while the rock guardian's arm cracked with tree branch-like patterns. But with earth and stone converging, it healed in the blink of an eye.

Garoth noticed the rock guardian had some connection with the mountain below.

The powerful bodies of giant dragons, combined with spell-like abilities and class skills, made even the hundred-fighting Ancestral Guardians difficult to resist, quickly killed one by one.

"To have lingered in the convergence lands for hundreds of years, they indeed have some foundation and methods."

The goblins had the Grand Artificer's palace besides their alchemical legion, and the Dawn Tribe's Ancestral Spirit Altar was equally impressive.

"Unfortunately, they met me."

Golden lightning flashed and danced across the red iron dragon's body, leaving cracks on the surface Frostburst Scales wherever it passed. He absorbed the intense heat generated by Frenzied State, storing part of it.

Thermal energy values soared wildly within him.

"Samantha, Sorog, use your breath weapons on me."

He said.

Enduring the damage from two breath weapons and Frenzied State's stimulation of his Frostburst Scales.

Thermal energy values surged, sharply increased, wildly escalated.

In the blink of an eye, the red iron dragon's Frostburst Scales shattered completely, revealing inner dragon scales that had turned red-hot like branding irons. Waves of heat rolled off his body, distorting the surrounding air.

Thermal Enhancement—Destruction Breath!

Boom!

Blazing dragon flames transformed into a destructive torrent, surging from the red iron dragon's mouth with unstoppable, all-destroying terrifying power, sweeping toward the rock guardian.

The rock guardian had allocated all its attributes to defense.

Its movements were sluggish, hugging itself defensively the moment Destruction Breath reached it. The tattooed totems on its rock skin glowed with their brightest light.

But, it was useless.

Destruction Breath obliterated everything, disintegrated the rock guardian inch by inch, melting it until it became a ground of high-temperature semi-solid material resembling molten crystal. The Ancestral Spirit Altar protected within the rock guardian's body also turned to ash, completely destroyed.

Instantly.

The Ancestral Spirit Altar had been passed down through generations of the Dawn Tribe, the crystallization of their spirit and symbol of tribal culture.

The Ancestral Guardian path also required praying or making offerings to ancestors at the Ancestral Spirit Altar for initiation.

Now, with the Ancestral Spirit Altar destroyed, it would be difficult for the Dawn Tribe to produce new Ancestral Guardians. Moreover, when barbarian leaders were injured, they couldn't easily regenerate and recover through the altar as before.

The strategy of attrition at the bottom level coordinated with decapitation strikes at the top level.

Had achieved tremendous success.

Simultaneously, chunks of rock reassembled like flowing mud, forming the outline of a rock giant as tall as a small hill centered around the Ancestral Spirit Altar in the blink of an eye, larger than all three young adult dragons combined.

Barbarians' eyes turned red, including tribe chieftain Brenhild. He and a group of high-level barbarian leaders were running madly toward the Ancestral Spirit Altar location, gradually getting closer.

But.

First came a deafening, low rumble, the night almost turned to daylight by towering flames shooting skyward,

That rock body covered in tattooed totems looked incredibly durable and impregnable. The rock giant seemed purely born for defense.

Wide wings that blotted out the sky tore through the night, blocking moonlight and casting huge, dense shadows on the ground as they swiftly raced, sweeping past Brenhild's body.

He looked up and saw several dragon figures leaving from the altar direction, gradually moving away.

"Despicable, cunning evil dragons! Have the guts to come down and fight me to the death!"

Pain, too much pain.

Brenhild's eyes burned crimson, thick veins bulging on his sturdy neck as his war axe split the ground with spiderweb cracks.

This barbarian chieftain known for his composure had completely torn off the mask of rationality, screaming hysterically at the sky.

The sound waves shook nearby pine needles loose but couldn't even disturb the airflow at the red iron dragon's wingtips.

Those curses mixed with ancient barbarian language were nothing but hymns delivered by the night wind to him.

Enemy rage never angered Garoth.

In his view, this was affirmation of his methods, praise for him.

Barbarians, representatives of fury and rage—while gaining terrible power through furious rage, they also carried fatal weaknesses—the angrier they became, the more rationality melted away like snow.

They clearly anticipated the Ancestral Spirit Altar was beyond saving, yet in their raging fury still made the wrong choice. High-level leaders all rushed toward the already ruined sacred ground, neglecting another strategic point they had been closely watching before.

"Tonight the starry river is splendid... returning to the nest now would waste such a beautiful night."

The red iron dragon stretched his wings, dragon scales clanging loudly as he laughed heartily: "Sorog! Samantha! Follow me to Blackstone Pass to patrol our moon-shaded borders!"

The night wind swept past the young adult dragons' wings, producing clear, melodious sounds.

Behind them, the barbarian tribe's torches moved like mad fireflies toward another direction, gradually fading away, while ahead the outline of Blackstone Pass gradually cleared in the moonlight.

Soon after.

Blackstone Pass.

The gate still bore undried bloodstains. Dawn Tribe guards laughed loudly as they kicked away gnoll heads at their feet, completely unaware the Ancestral Spirit Altar on the other side had turned to scorched earth.

Only a few leaders held suddenly dimmed message stones, their faces alternating between pale and flushed.

On the plains south of the pass, Ironblood Tribe's orc berserkers were still venting their killing desires, chasing remnants of the Molten Iron Tribe.

Suddenly, the fiercest orc leader stopped, rough palm pressing against his wildly beating heart.

Thermal energy values surged, sharply increased, wildly escalated.

Looking up instantly, the orc's pupils reflected two pairs of sky-blotting dragon wings.

Iron dragon Sorog's steel scales reflected cold moonlight, while red dragon Samantha's body resembled crimson flames.

Boom!

Before they could react, the ground shook violently as if a meteor had struck earth.

The berserker turned to look back, then saw that originally impregnable Blackstone Pass standing on the earth now collapsed like building blocks, turning to ruins in the flames. An unimaginably powerful dragon figure was rampaging within, killing remaining defenders like crushing ants and insects.

Where his wings swept, guards wearing steel breastplates were cut in half at the waist. One berserker seized the chance to leap toward the dragon's back but was impaled through the chest by the spear-like tail before landing, upper body exploding into blood mist with a light shake.

After the Ancestral Spirit Altar incident.

The high-level leaders here had urgently rushed over too. The mid-level leaders left behind completely couldn't withstand the dragon's fearsome power.

Enraged barbarians feared no death, considering battle glorious as they roared and charged toward the red iron dragon. The red iron dragon showed no mercy, granting their wish to die in combat as they desired.

"The great Redwing Lord has come! Counterattack! Counterattack!"

Destruction Breath destroyed everything, disintegrating the rock guardian inch by inch, melting it until it became a ground of high-temperature semi-solid material resembling molten crystal. The Ancestral Spirit Altar protected within the rock guardian's body also turned to ash, completely destroyed.

The dragons' appearance instantly boosted the morale of the nearly broken Molten Iron soldiers, fear completely vanishing as they turned to attack the orc berserkers. Coordinating with the powerful iron dragon and red dragon, they completely eliminated this elite berserker force.

On the other side.

"Blackstone Pass is under attack!"

Emergency messages came through. When Brenhild wanted to ask for specific details, from the other side of the message stone came a huge roar, then silence.

Blackstone Pass's previously gained victories had also been reduced to ashes.

...Brenhild, who had just somewhat calmed his anger, felt his eyes turn crimson again, bloodshot veins crawling across them. But as he took deep breaths, fingers pressing against the throbbing veins on his face, his rage slowly came under control, rationality not completely consumed.

What's done was done.

He could only carefully consider the next steps, trying to minimize losses and mount a counterattack.