A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 260: Chapter 239: Digging Up the Ancestors’ Graves Face to Face—The Pain Is Too Much (Bonus Chapter)

”Evil Dragon!

”Dare to destroy the ancestor altar!”

A trembling whisper, filled with fury, echoed from the swirling dust.

Samantha Leonie, covered in dust yet unharmed, stared intently at the Red Iron Dragon, flanked by two guards for protection.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Massive fragments of stone were lifted, as the tattoos on the Ancestral Guards shone with intense brilliance and emerged from within.

Aside from the four guards crushed directly by Galos, the other elite guards affected by the shockwaves were injured but not dead, clearly all elites.

”Destruction? I seek annihilation.”

The Red Iron Dragon said unhurriedly.

Opposite, Leonie’s withered fingers dug deep into the patterns of her magic staff, her knuckles turning white.

Her murky eyes flickered with anger, her voice hoarse, ”You think the Dragon Flame can burn out the ancestral heritage of the Dawn Tribe? You will pay for this blasphemy, wicked dragon whelp!”

After a pause, the Shaman’s voice suddenly became high and clear.

”Ancestors of generations, grant us the power to punish the evil dragon!”

The surrounding Ancestral Guards let out furious roars, not like human voices, but like layers of growls.

Their tattooed totems all burst with brilliant light, at times appearing like beautiful women, at times transforming into dignified male faces, manifesting into Ancestral War Spirits, then merging back into their forms.

Their muscles swelled like leavened dough, their bones crackling like popcorn, transforming into giants at least four meters tall, their blood vessels bulging and contracting like worms.

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

”Quick battle, swift decision.”

Galos’s deep voice sounded like hot irons grinding against each other, as he slowly lowered his form, his tail spike scraping against the ground with a teeth-grating screech.

It was clear to everyone that the Red Iron Dragon was about to attack.

However, the Ancestral Guards, whose original job was as Barbarians, were in a state of frenzy and rage, unafraid of death, and instead of dodging, they rushed forward.

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

The ground trembled as they charged, the arcs of light left by their dragging stone axes forming trails in the air.

Galos did not dodge but lifted his right claw to meet the axe blade—clang! The explosive clash of metal shook the surrounding ruins, dust falling from above, the axe blade snagged in his scale armor’s crevice, sparking a trail, leaving a shallow groove, but no blood.

Rip!

The Red Iron Dragon’s left claw rose and fell like a knife edge, one guard’s body burst into a mist of blood, the tattooed totem brutally torn apart, the body shattered.

But oddly enough.

The totem’s light, suspended in the air, did not vanish but was instead drawn downward, as if pulled by an invisible hand, into the precarious mountain beneath.

”For the Dawn Tribe!”

The towering, brawny Ancestral Guard, unlike any human, bellowed overlapping roars, leaping high, giant axe aiming for the Red Iron Dragon’s neck.

Even in a state of fury, he could feel the power of the Ancestral Essence, as if countless hands were joining his grip on the giant axe, delivering the mightiest strike ever.

Sizzle! Crack!

The sound of countless lightning bolts suddenly arose.

The Red Iron Dragon’s body was enveloped in dense, radiant golden lightning, its already powerful body swelling yet larger, muscles nearly tearing through Dragon Scale, revealing reinforced iron-like patterns.

As it was a quick lightning execution, swiftly ending the battle was the primary goal.

Galos did not wait for the opponent to break through his Cold Burst Scale, efficiently utilizing all power, directly activating an invigorated state.

”Die, crawler.”

The Red Iron Dragon’s form suddenly blurred.

The guard’s axe blade only struck a fleeting shadow; with a flash of golden light, Galos’s true form appeared three meters behind him.

Dragon Claw ignited in Fiery Flame, suddenly erupting.

In an instant, the guard’s back was torn as easily as paper, muscle and bone shredded.

But what was more deadly was the Dragon Flame and lightning piercing into his body.

The Ancestral Guard’s chest suddenly shone brightly, and the next moment, his entire body exploded from within, burning flesh and bone fragments scattering across the ground.

The Ancestral Guards in a state of rage and frenzy were like indestructible cockroaches.

Even if beheaded, the headless bodies could continue to fight for a time, driven by instinctive fury, but against absolute power, Galos killed him in one blow, unable to battle further.

”Samantha!”

Galos roared low, locking his gaze on the chanting Elder Shaman Leonie.

The Red Dragon had long been poised to strike.

Her wings unfurled, flames ignited like liquid between the gaps of her scales, and then automatically congealed in midair into hundreds of sharp Red Crystal Long Spears.

At her claw’s light touch, those Red Crystal Long Spears rained down upon the Ancestral Guards.

The three frontmost guards raised their Totem Giant Shields, ancient runes on the shields glowing blue.

The Red Crystal Spears collided with the light screen, but instead of bouncing off—they shattered abruptly, erupting into dazzling light and Fiery Flame.

Boom! All spears exploded simultaneously.

Flames as red as blood instantly engulfed the guards’ bodies.

These were not ordinary flames but lethal weapons formed by the Red Dragon’s Fiery Flame through alchemical shaping, the surrounding earth and stone melted into high-temperature crystals by the shockwaves.

”Mind Stabbing!”

Solrog’s voice sounded like cold anvils clashing.

His Obsidian-like Dragon Scales surfaced with strange ripples, spiritual energy condensing into invisible spikes, piercing towards the Ancestral Guard’s Spiritual Body.