A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 456: Chapter 341: Imitation Galos Alchemy Armor (Part 2)

This behavior pattern is not like unintelligent beasts; rather, it resembles an elite special forces unit.

It is evident that the unseen Lion King possesses extraordinary control and command over his enormous herd, showcasing remarkable intellect.

The Guard Warriors of the Molten Iron Tribe are by no means weak; they are well-trained and excellently equipped.

However, faced with the aggressive, flexible, and hit-and-run guerrilla tactics of the lion herd, the elite guards, though powerful, find it difficult to capture their targets. For a time, they are caught in a passive predicament, with smoke rising from and significant damage inflicted on many strongholds.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Red Iron Dragon circled high in the sky, surging winds whistling beneath his wings.

His gaze swept over the strongholds below, where smoke was rising one after another due to the attacks and destruction of the lion herd.

”These scuttling creatures, I will turn them and their territories into ashes and dust!”

Standing to the left flank of Galos, Samantha let out a low growl, barely containing her anger, as two streams of scorching fire spewed from her nostrils, causing the surrounding air to subtly distort from the heat.

Moreover, the Red Dragon now appears different from before.

Upon her already powerful and agile dragon body, covered in fiery red scales.

Across her chest, back, limbs, dragon tail, and the roots of her wings, additional layers of heavy, metal-lustrous black armor were added.

The armor surface was engraved with complex and profound alchemy runes, with hard lines, appearing extremely sturdy and heavy.

Most strikingly, numerous sharp metal spikes adorned the distinct edges, with some edges sharpened like giant blades, giving the armor a robust and imposing style.

Another point worth mentioning.

At first glance, the heavily armored Red Dragon Samantha bears some resemblance to Galos.

In fact, it was precisely because she greatly admired Galos’ unparalleled powerful body that she used him as a template. Utilizing her increasingly profound alchemy knowledge, she spent a massive amount of materials and countless hours to forge this armor for herself, hoping it would simulate and unleash power similar to Galos.

Galos slightly tilted his head, his gaze carefully sweeping over Samantha’s new gear.

This full-cover armor even enveloped her jaw in heavy steel, exposing only her fierce, flashing Dragon Eyes and nostrils, exuding a suffocating oppressive presence.

Indeed, visually she possessed some of Galos’ commanding presence.

”This armor looks impressive, Samantha. Both its craftsmanship and design demonstrate that your alchemy is becoming increasingly powerful.”

Galos did not withhold his praise.

He always enjoyed acknowledging the growth and progress of his kin.

Hearing these words, the Red Dragon across subconsciously puffed up her armored chest, revealing an unabashed proud and smug expression on her face, her spiked armor-covered thick dragon tail swaying side to side.

Galos retracted his approving gaze, turning his attention back to the smoke-clouded land below.

”These scenes before me evoke a sense of familiarity.”

He turned his massive head to look at the calm Iron Dragon located to his right, asking:

”What do you think, Solrog?”

The Iron Dragon Solrog slightly nodded his massive head, stating: ”I deeply agree.”

”It brings back memories of when our tribe was still weak at the start of our rise. To deal with the Golden Tooth Tribe, we also employed very similar tactics.”

Back then, situated in the Border Area.

The Molten Iron Tribe, relying on their elite monstrous followers’ agility and swiftness, adopted a multi-pronged harassment guerrilla strategy, severely disrupting the vastly larger Golden Tooth Tribe, causing them overwhelming distress and frantic efforts.

Eventually, forcing the opponent to make the error of amassing all their forces for a vigorous assault on the Fertile Plain in their anger and impatience, only to be completely captured by the well-prepared Molten Iron Tribe main forces, laying the foundation for the Molten Iron Tribe’s rise.

Now, as time has passed.

The strong Molten Iron Tribe has become the attacked party, while the enemy employs the similar strategies they once relied on for victory.

In all fairness.

The current Affiliated Legion of the Molten Iron Tribe surpasses the invading lion herd in overall strength, organizational structure, and equipment.

However, in terms of average life level of elite individuals, the tribal warriors fall short.

The lion herd beasts, at least at level seven or eight, with over half even exceeding level ten, exploit their individual strength and innate agility to attack scattered border strongholds of the tribe in the rugged, complex, and mobility-restricted wilderness environment, genuinely causing substantial troubles and losses to the Molten Iron Tribe in the short term.

”This Lion King who managed to earn the name of Map King amidst the ruthless, chaotic wilderness indeed possesses some skills and means.”

The Red Iron Dragon’s gaze slowly swept across the smoke-filled land, speaking in a low tone: ”Guerrilla warfare and blitzkrieg... this is no ordinary lion herd and must be met with a heavy-handed response to thoroughly crush their delusions.”

He paused slightly, then continued: ”Since they are so keen on guerrilla tactics, relying on speed and agility as their winning tools... then let us indulge them and play this chase and hunting game well.

On the other side, the Iron Dragon Solrog also watched the earth.

He unfurled his wide and massive wings, revealing sinister fangs: ”These lowly beasts using such fitting tactics do indeed surprise me a little.”

”But that’s all.”

”They overlook the most critical and fatal fact.”

The Iron Dragon’s voice was sharp, speaking sternly: ”The outcome between ordinary followers in this war holds little meaning.”

”Their true enemies are us! The noble beings that rule the skies! The Giant Dragons that command the heavens!”

”Attempting to play guerrilla warfare with the true aerial supreme beings based purely on ground speed? A foolish and laughable act!”

Blitzkrieg and guerrilla tactics are almost the most frequently employed battle strategies of dragons.

Facing any sizable ground-based organization or nation, dragons’ classic and favorite tactic is leveraging their unparalleled mobility and strong individual ability, conducting guerrilla raids in a lightning fashion, continuously striking at the enemy’s weak points until the opponent collapses or surrenders entirely.

The lion herd’s mobility on the ground may indeed be considered powerful, that much is undisputable.

However, it still depends on whom they are compared to.

When the opponent is the absolute lord of the sky, the lion herd’s proud terrestrial speed, as well as their so-called agility and nimbleness, becomes nothing more than an utterly ridiculous joke.

Regardless of how complex the landscape with ravines and dense forests... no matter the wilderness terrain, it poses little substantive obstruction or influence to dragons with their lofty birds-eye panoramic view.

The lion herd’s every dash, every concealment, and every transfer across the ground.

Under the sharp watch of Draconic Eyes, they can hardly escape notice.

”Roar! I will make these arrogant beasts realize through their blood and wails, the insurmountable chasm that exists between the mere lion herd and us, the Ignas Dragon Group!”

Samantha, clad in heavy armor, let out an eager growl.

Her Dragon Claw clenched tightly as if grasping the head of an enemy.

Subsequently, following a short command from Galos, the Ignas Dragon Group, including the blue dragon Heryam who had been standing by at the back, and the young, belligerent red dragon Kahill, launched their attack once more.

Mighty wings blocked out the sky, dragon shadows swept through the air!

The dragons immediately scattered, raising roaring gales that tore through the clouds, like arrows of death released from a bowstring, boldly flying towards the flickering flames of battle at the borders in different directions.