A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 455: Chapter 341: Imitation Galos Alchemy Armor

The vast and primitive land of the Sel Wilderness has been a paradise for all kinds of fierce beasts and magic creatures since ancient times.

Compared to the vast number of ferocious beasts and magic creature groups scattered across the wilderness, the outposts arduously established by the Federation Countries and clans painstakingly formed by intelligent beings are no more than mere embellishments in this Barbaric Land.

However, the majority of fierce beasts and magic creatures exhibit no intelligence, acting solely on their most primitive instincts.

The danger they present, though constant, remains scattered and limited.

However, should a powerful and extraordinarily intelligent Beast King arise in the wilderness, the situation changes drastically.

Under the command of the Beast King, the originally disorganized groups of fierce beasts and magic creatures are formed into terrifying beast hordes, their threat level skyrocketing to terrifying heights.

Especially concerning are the lion predators that occupy the upper middle tiers of the wilderness food chain.

Different kinds of powerful lion beasts gather in impressive numbers and exceptional breeds, their ecological position in the Northwest Region rising steeply, having earned their fearsome repute with bloodstained claws and fangs; at this moment, the ambitious Lion King is driving its army, baring fangs and claws, launching an attack on the bordering Molten Iron Tribe in a brazen attempt to devour more territory and expand its lion kingdom.

Even more caution is warranted—the lion horde’s assault is not a reckless charge, but a meticulously planned lightning guerilla war.

”Roar——!!!”

In a Molten Iron outpost at the base of the border mountains, alongside a soul-shattering, deafening roar, a dozen or so lion-type fierce beasts and magic creatures of various sizes and distinct characteristics suddenly leapt down from the ridgeline of the flank.

Among them are beasts that rely purely on terrifying physical strength for slaughter, and magic creatures capable of manipulating elements and wielding magic-like skills.

Leading the charge is a massive Mammoth Lion, resembling a moving fortress.

Two enormous, curved tusks extending from its mouth gleam coldly, transforming into a frenzied Siege Hammer, brazenly enduring the outpost’s intense long-range attacks and shattering the sturdy wall defenses.

Its massive body continued its momentum, crashing fiercely into the center of the outpost, stirring up clouds of dust and wood debris.

Within the camp, a nimble Centaur Archer responded swiftly, instantly drawing his bow and nocking an arrow, his sharp gaze locking onto the eyes of the Mammoth Lion.

Powerful magic energy gathers and compresses highly on his arrowhead, ready to unleash.

Yet, at the precise moment the arrow is about to be released, a piercing, sharp sound slicing through the air erupts.

Shhhh——!!!

Not far away, a lion-type magic creature over three meters long, covered in lush, greenish mane, is crouching low.

The air around it violently distorts, countless visible wind elemental energies madly converge and intertwine, and then, a giant Wind Blade several meters long, thin as a cicada’s wing yet gleaming with deadly cold light, instantaneously takes shape.

It shoots forth at incredible speed, cleaving through the air towards the Centaur Archer’s slender neck.

The Centaur Archer, compelled, can only awkwardly roll low to narrowly evade this fatal sneak attack.

The hastily fired Magic Energy Arrow, its trajectory distorted, strikes the Mammoth Lion’s iron-hard skull, producing a trail of sparks, leaving only a trivial scratch, merely a superficial wound.

”Damn beast!”

A tall Ogre Commander roars in anger, swinging a door-sized Giant War Axe, seizing the moment to charge forward and fiercely hack into the side of the Mammoth Lion, carving a bloody, large wound on it.

But in the next second, his roar abruptly stops.

Three lion beasts leap through the air from different tricky angles, pouncing simultaneously.

Their sharp claws tear open the Ogre’s thick iron-plated armor, vicious fangs stab into his throat, joints, and other vital parts.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

With roars declaring victory and death, more lion beasts pour through the breach in the wall or directly leap over the not-too-tall outpost walls with astounding jumping ability, rushing into the camp like a deluge, initiating a massacre.

The camp’s guards hastily respond, attempting to organize a defense line.

However, the lion horde’s assault is swift and fierce, with a vast gap existing between both sides.

Fangs easily sever the guards’ throats, claws savagely tear open the guards’ chests... the stench of blood instantly pervades, mingling with the roars of the lion horde.

In just a few minutes.

The once relatively peaceful outpost camp was thoroughly bloodwashed, a few collapsing guards scattered and fled.

Not long after, when the Molten Iron Tribe’s elite support troops, having received a distress signal, swiftly arrived, the attacking lion horde had long since retreated like the tide, vanishing without a trace, leaving only a scene of chaos, wreckage, and gradually cooling corpses, testifying to the previous carnage.

Across the entire border battlefront.

The lion horde is vastly outnumbered compared to the expansive guard army of the Molten Iron Tribe.

But their individual average level is higher, their bodies more agile and swift, possessing far superior mobility and individual combat skills than the ordinary Molten Iron Guard.

The lion horde attacking the Molten Iron Tribe’s border is not a massive concentrated army.

They are dispersed into dozens of independent smaller squads, each composed of ten to twenty powerful lion beasts.

They precisely choose outposts, checkpoints, or patrols with relatively weak defenses to launch lightning raids, and once successful, regardless of the results, they immediately retreat, never lingering for battle.