A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Divine Guardian, Comet’s Trail

Fine silver threads descend from the sky, the hazy rain curtain enveloping Wailing Cliff.

After the Bloodtooth Commander, another figure emerged from the cave, a hunched-over, bent-backed Jackal-Wolf Folk with pitch-black fur, distinctly different from the mottled fur of others.

The priest devoted to the Jackal-Wolf God—Rotting Claw.

Rotting Claw Priest leaned on a white bone staff, walking at a sluggish pace next to the Bloodtooth Commander, followed by two silent and disciplined Jackal Wolf Guards.

They were strong and robust, no less formidable than the Bloodtooth Commander, amidst their wet fur vaguely visible were twisted runes.

The silent and steady demeanor of the two guards was starkly different from ordinary Jackal-Wolf Folk.

They were selected warriors from within the clan by Rotting Claw Priest, who after performing a sacrificial ritual to receive the blessings of the Jackal-Wolf God, transformed, possessing fierce combat power comparable to same-level beast monsters, at the cost of only ten years of life, wisdom becoming dull, losing desire and skills for reproduction.

Galos noticed the two guards, his gaze slightly focused.

They were the [Jackal Wolf Guard], powerful guardians created by the blessings of the divine spirit.

Not only the Jackal-Wolf God.

Most divine spirits possess such ’blessing’ skills, sacrificing long-term life, the ability to reproduce, and rational wisdom to create attendants loyal only to themselves.

For instance, the God of Evil Dragons’ [Evil Dragon Guard].

From hatching to adulthood, Evil Dragon Guards only need one year, a century to gain power comparable to that of a millennia-old Ancient Dragon, but their lifespan is slightly over a hundred years, and beyond loyalty to the Evil Dragon God, executing its commands, they have no other thoughts.

Priests can also create corresponding divine guardians, but the cost is extremely high.

The success rate of the ritual is not high, behind these two Jackal Wolf Guards, are likely dozens, even hundreds of Jackal-Wolf Folk lives.

Furthermore.

Only priests with a certain level of faith in the divine spirit possess these skills.

Galos gazed at Rotting Claw Priest, feeling some displeasure.

Divine spirits, true rulers of various planes and worlds, with a thought can change the fate of other beings, raising them to the clouds, or causing them to plummet into the abyss.

Galos does not trust his luck to encounter good aspects.

He habitually thinks of the bad aspects first.

”The priest of the Jackal-Wolf God... their absolute loyalty, obedience to the divine spirit, even if I conquer the Red Eye Clan, displaying power worth following, he might still feign allegiance to the divine spirit, doing things harmful to me.”

The priest associated with the divine spirit, Galos feels no sense of security from him.

Sacrifice this dragon before the divine spirit.

— Perhaps, the Jackal Wolf Priest is thinking like this.

If it’s only a priest with shallow faith in the divine spirit, that’s fine, but a priest who can create attendant guardians is definitely not shallow.

Galos originally thought that this priest of the Red Eye Clan was only shallowly believing in the divine spirit to lead the clan better in the wilderness, thereby gaining some blessing skills.

But now, reality proves otherwise.

The werewolves of the Howling Moon Clan did not mention this.

The monster clans of the wilderness cannot be expected to have much knowledge, recognizing the commander and priest is good enough, as for the specific situation of the priest, the Howling Moon Clan does not worship the divine spirit, there is no priest occupation within the clan, and it is normal to be uninformed.

”Priest, priest, priest with a high level of faith.”

”Kill him? The inheritance says that killing a priest has a small chance of attracting divine attention, endless repercussions, can’t kill with one’s own hands.”

Galos pondered.

Rotting Claw Priest stood in a more forward position than the Bloodtooth Commander.

Just like the Bloodtooth Commander, he also spoke in a respectful tone, with a voice hoarse as sandpaper grinding, slowly saying: ”Yenogu above... noble Giant Dragon... we are willing to offer fine wine and fresh meat... welcome your arrival.”

What a strong young dragon.

If sacrificed to the great Yenogu, it would certainly bring joy.

Beneath the priest’s respectful appearance, he couldn’t suppress this thought.

Meanwhile, Galos looked at the Bloodtooth Commander.

This thick-haired, robust Jackal-Wolf Folk showed obvious displeasure when Rotting Claw Priest appeared, moving in front of him, subconsciously baring his fangs, but said nothing.

”The commander and priest of the Red Eye Clan are not harmonious.”

Galos calculated in his heart.

He was well aware of the Bloodtooth Commander’s petty schemes.

Because Jackal-Wolf Folk are essentially like this, thinking themselves cunning and clever, believing their thoughts well-hidden, but were already exposed to the Dragon Race through trembling ears and flashing eyes, their cunning is superficial, mere small wisdom.

Jackal-Wolf Folk enjoy following Giant Dragons.

But if unable to prove their own strength, they will also hunt young dragons that haven’t matured.

On the contrary.

As long as displaying power that terrifies Jackal-Wolf Folk, it is easy to gain their allegiance.

Almost all Lord Dragons have a clan of Jackal-Wolf Folk under them.

Their reproductive efficiency is high, growth cycle short, like weeds cut one batch only to grow another, in the eyes of the Dragon Race they are excellent cannon fodder, even reserve food, innate reverence and fear towards powerful dragon kind also creates an alternative ’loyalty.’

”Red Eye Clan, I want your allegiance.”

”From today, you will follow the shadow of my wings.”

Galos stared at the Jackal-Wolf Commander, said.

The Bloodtooth Commander bowed without hesitation, said: ”Loyalty to the great Dragon Race is the honor of all Jackal-Wolf Folk, the meaning of my life is to be able to meet you today, to become your followers.”

More Jackal-Wolf Folk knelt to the ground.

Only the priest and two Jackal Wolf Guards still stood abruptly in the light rain.

”I’m very sorry, the priest can only kneel to the divine spirit he believes in.”

”But please believe, my respect and awe for you is second only to the great Yenogu.”

”The Red Eye Clan fervently wishes to follow the Dragon Race.”

Rotting Claw Priest remained respectfully so.

The Bloodtooth Commander’s eyes flickered, said: ”Dragon Lord, please descend among your loyal Red Eye Clan, I will guide you to tour your territory, offering all the treasures hidden within the clan.”

As long as Galos lands on the ground.

He will instantly activate his Command Aura as a commander, strengthening all the Jackal-Wolf Folk warriors, making them fearless of the dragon might, swarming up in cooperation with the priest’s curse and divine arts to keep him grounded, conducting a hunt.

Galos became silent for a few seconds, suddenly grinned.

”Alright, I will descend right away.”

After speaking, Galos did not lower his form, instead, his dragon wings flapped, soaring skyward, his figure tearing through the rain, under the gloomy clouds carving out a crimson trajectory.

The Jackal-Wolf Folk stood up, raised their heads, within their red-brown pupils reflecting that increasingly smaller figure.

”Could it be that he sensed danger and fled?”

The Bloodtooth Commander murmured inwardly.

Suddenly.

He heard a sharp shrill sound, causing his expression to stagnate, breathing difficult, as if an invisible hand gripped his heart.

Galos plunged, descended, and his enormous dragon wings tore through the rainy veil.

His wing membranes’ scales clanged like thousands of sharp swords being unsheathed, the rain collided on them, exploding into fine water mist, evaporating into smoke by the heat.

Water vapor intertwined with sparks, crackling into steam, swaying behind him like a comet’s tail trace.

As the altitude lowered and speed slowed.

Those wings no longer emitted a sharp shriek with each flap, but instead brought forth muffled thunderous booms.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Like the distant mountain’s thunder being forcibly dragged before them, declaring Galos’s arrival.