Chapter 338 Bloody Blade (I)

Next to an inconspicuous hill on the battlefield, a seriously injured silver dragon was lying on the ground, dying.

Olivia closed her eyes tightly and groaned in pain.

The slender body, which was more than ten meters long, curled up into a ball, and the chaotic fog spread along the wounds on the wings to all parts of the body, continuously corroding her flesh and blood.

Suddenly, a silvery light fell, dispersing the abyssal energy. Another golden beam of light descended, causing the wound to slowly heal and grow new flesh.

Cassius pinched the "Wind of Bahamut" in his claws, cast the spell of Dragon's Breath, and stood silently beside the silver dragon.

After a moment of silence, he asked:
"Why are you doing this?"

Olivia opened her eyes with difficulty, her blue-gray eyes full of stubbornness: "I once swore in my heart that I would save you."

"I'm not a liar like you."

The words were intermittent but extremely firm.

"Naive, overestimating one's own abilities, and claiming to be a savior, you possess all the stubborn traits, or virtues, of the silver dragon race."

"But... it's really silly and cute."

Cassius had a complicated expression as he stared at the young silver dragon who had been deceived by him and suffered a miserable fate, but came forward to save him in the critical moment.

His light golden vertical pupils flickered slightly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Olivia's eyelids trembled, and she bent her neck slightly, trying to raise her head to see the Red Dragon's expression, but in the end she still fell to the ground weakly.

"Well, is this all over?"

"It will be over soon."

Cassius replied calmly.

As if getting a satisfactory answer, Silver Dragon's eyelids finally couldn't hold up anymore, trembled a few times and then slowly closed.

Olivia fell into a deep coma, her bruised body rising and falling slightly with her breathing. She was too tired.

The red dragon flapped its wings again, and a hint of ferocity inadvertently flashed across its face.

"But before that, we need to catch a few mice hiding in the dark."

In the cracks of the main material world, in the extra-dimensional space temporarily created by the caster.

"Are you crazy?"

"You must watch carefully! That red dragon defeated the famous 'Silver Wing' Ossedro head-on!"

"Hundreds of thousands of gold coins are not enough to pay for our lives, not to mention that our dear employer was taken away by an abyss demon!"

An anxious female voice sounded.

The person who spoke was a plump woman in a white robe. She was Ingrid Garces, a legendary priest of light belonging to the Bloody Blade.

Dex Yanjin clenched the giant sword in his hand, and said in a deep voice with a burning gaze:

"He did defeat Osedro, but that doesn't mean he still has that power now!"

"After such an intense battle, the red dragon is probably almost exhausted. This is our best chance to slay it!"

"Just think about it, this is the dragon that defeated Oszedro, the 'Dragon Prince' known as Tiamat!"

"Once we chop off his head, our names will go down in history, and the fame of the Bloody Blade will spread across the continent of Feansor and even the entire multiverse! We will become heroes of the justice camp, and even His Majesty Amaunator will personally extend an olive branch to us!"

Dex's voice became more rapid and excited, as if he had already imagined that glorious and beautiful future.

The members of the Crimson Blade looked through the magic image and saw that the red dragon was indeed covered with wounds and looked listless, and it seemed that it no longer had the same mighty power as before.

The tall man with naked upper body and red tattoos all over his body also picked up the battle axe, and hot air came out of his nostrils - that was the legendary barbarian Rano. "Boss, I listen to you!"

"It's just a bigger red dragon. I can kill him anyway!"

Ingrid frowned slightly. She still felt uneasy and questioned again: "Even if we succeed in slaying the dragon, how can we escape unscathed? There are tens of thousands of dragon followers here!"

Dex said proudly, "We have a legendary spellcaster here."

Klein, who was wearing a blue-black robe, gently stroked the crystal ball of truth in his hand and said softly, "There is no spellcaster who can cast the nine-ring spell among the followers of the red dragon. If I want to leave, they can't stop me."

"They can't catch a shadow either."

A shadow gradually rose and turned into a thin figure in black - it was the legendary ranger, the Dark Tracker Grom Dursley, the most mysterious existence in the "Blood Blade".

Dex looked around at the team, then turned to look at Ingrid who looked hesitant: "How is it?"

"Join us in the gamble."

"This red dragon has caused endless evil and war, and now is the best opportunity to kill it!"

There was a gleam in the eyes of the vengeful knight.

Although he is a mercenary pursuing profit, he also remembers his oath and will not let any villain go. What's more, this can also bring him fame and money.

"You are a bunch of lunatics and gamblers."

Ingrid was silent for a long time before she uttered a word.

Suddenly, the female pastor's eyes widened, her face turned pale, and even her voice trembled.

"You, look there."

"He seems to have discovered us!"

Ingrid pointed a trembling finger at the magical image behind Desk.

The red dragon was smiling ferociously, and the gaze in its light golden vertical pupils seemed to penetrate the space barrier and look at her from a distance.

Ingrid was absolutely sure.

That's the look a hunter gives his prey.

Desk frowned, crossed his arms, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Ingrid, are you overly suspicious?"

Grom also chuckled and echoed, "We are in the different dimension created by Klein. Even a legendary spellcaster would have difficulty detecting our existence, let alone finding our trace."

Then, something unexpected happened.

"boom--"

There was a deafening roar, followed by the sound of rags being torn.

The people of "Bloody Blade" did not expect this sudden change and seemed a little panicked, but the rich experience of legendary professionals enabled them to quickly prepare for all battles and deal with the arrival of powerful enemies.

Ingrid raised her scepter, releasing a dazzling light; Dex grew wings on his back, transforming into an angel of revenge surrounded by aura; Lano roared loudly, becoming an original warrior with runes surging all over his body; and supernatural shadows surged around Grom.

Everyone looked up and gasped.

The red dragon used its sharp claws to tear apart the membrane of the world, creating a huge crack with jagged edges at the top of this different dimension.

The huge dragon head stretched out in there and looked down at them, with flames seeming to burn in its light golden vertical pupils.

"Hello you all."

"The long-lost dragon slayer."

(End of this chapter)