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Translator: AnubisTL
The sun shone brilliantly today, and the midday temperature in the Frontierlands was unusually mild, making it a rare comfortable day.
Yet before the red-iron dragon, which had torn the earth asunder and now stood amidst the ruins, nearly all the goblins felt as if they had been plunged into an icy abyss, their hands and feet numb with cold, devoid of any warmth.
However, no race lacks its brave warriors.
A golem, more advanced than the flesh rippers, suddenly surged forward, launching a surprise attack from behind.
The red-iron dragon didn't even glance at it. With a casual flick of its tail, the dragon scales on its tail fused into a massive blade, instantly slicing through the mech golem.
"Pitiful toys," the red-iron dragon's voice echoed calmly yet clearly through the ruins.
The afterimage of the dragon's tail flick still lingered in the air as the ambushing golem shattered into scattered steel components, clattering onto the scorched earth.
Simultaneously, more shadows converged.
Mech golems activated their overload engines, their core engines roaring like thunderous drums. High-temperature steam billowed from their bodies, and energy conduits glowed crimson.
Goblins are naturally timid and rarely dare to face combat directly.
However, perhaps because they were separated by a layer of steel mecha, the goblins piloting the golems often felt a false sense of grandeur and invincibility. This delusion made them bolder and more fearless than usual, even daring to fight dragons.
A massive, heavily armored golem lumbered in from the right, its hammer crashing down.
Garos shifted slightly to the side.
Crack! The ground shattered under the impact, spiderweb-like fissures spreading across the surface.
Flying debris struck the dragon scale, further splintering it.
The red-iron dragon's counterattack was as swift as lightning.
He raised his claw and pressed it against the golem's chest.
The trajectory of his strike was simple and direct, yet it possessed a refined, almost primal mastery.
Seemingly effortless, the strike sealed off every possible escape route for the golem.
The claw strike mastery granted by his martial combat level transformed Garos's claw strikes into the refined techniques of a seasoned master, rather than the wild swipes of a beast.
Before the multi-ton golem could react, its cockpit had been pierced.
Shattered gears and ruptured pipes erupted from its back, arcing through the sunlight like gleaming arcs of black oil—the golem's lifeblood.
Front, back, sides.
Three steel rippers converged on Garos simultaneously. These were advanced models of the flesh rippers, boasting thicker mechanical arms and chainsaw swords capable of slicing through fine steel.
Flame Curse!
Garos activated a quasi-spell skill that had awakened during his slumber, his eyes blazing with fiery intensity.
Without warning, a crimson aura enveloped the three steel rippers, though no other immediate changes were apparent.
Scorching Metal!
Garos raised his clawed hand and clenched his fist in the void.
Crack-crack-crack! The steel rippers convulsed violently, their metallic bodies glowing red-hot like molten iron.
The mech golems' construction materials included magic-resistant metal and magic-resistant rune.
Low-level magic was generally ineffective against the steel rippers.
However, this defense proved insufficient to completely nullify the combined effects of Garos's two quasi-spells.
Inside the cockpit, the goblin pilot screamed in agony, feeling like meat sizzling on a griddle. Blisters erupted on the parts of his body in contact with the scorching metal. Yet the magic-resistant metal served its purpose: though the burns were excruciating, they weren't immediately fatal.
After a brief spasm, the steel rippers resumed their assault, raising their chainsaw swords to strike at Garos.
However, even a momentary lapse in focus could prove fatal.
Boom! Qi surged behind the dragon's wings, propelling it forward with explosive speed.
The red-iron dragon fully extended its wings and spun violently around its own axis. The wing blades sliced through the air with deadly precision, tearing through the three steel rippers and the goblins within, cleaving them all in two.
Simultaneously, the golems positioned at the rear completed their targeting.
These hulking, squat figures lacked the towering presence of the steel rippers, but they compensated with an arsenal of ranged weaponry. Six-barreled Magic Energy Cannons were mounted on their shoulders, while alchemical weapons adorned their hands and chests.
They unleashed a coordinated barrage upon the red-iron dragon.
Acidic projectiles, arcane missiles, and scorching solid-metal cannonballs converged from multiple angles. Even as the dragon shredded the steel rippers, it was engulfed by the overwhelming assault.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ground shattered as flames, acidic liquid, and arcane energy mingled in a chaotic maelstrom. The air instantly thickened into a deathly miasma, transforming the battlefield into a domain of annihilation.
The true power of alchemy lay in its versatility.
With the right materials, resources, and a robust industrial infrastructure, alchemical equipment could replicate nearly any spell-like ability from any path.
In an environment of abundant resources and unlimited access, the possibilities were limitless.
The alchemist class was arguably the strongest in the early to mid-game, bar none.
If an ordinary juvenile dragon had been caught in this barrage, it would have lost at least a layer of skin.
But before the goblins could celebrate their apparent victory,
Whoosh!
The red-iron dragon spread its wings wide and burst out of the artillery barrage. Its scales were cracked, pitted, and corroded, but that was all.
Cold Exploding Scales offered exceptional resistance to both extreme heat and extreme cold.
Their physical defense was unparalleled.
Simultaneously, the damage Garos had sustained caused thermal energy to accumulate within his body.
Destruction dragon breath was Garos's ultimate trump card. Uncertain whether this battle would be transmitted to the goblin headquarters, he needed to conserve some of his power while still putting on a convincing display.
Therefore,
Garos didn't wait for his thermal energy value to reach its peak. He unleashed his attack before it was fully charged.
Suddenly, a metal missile struck Garos's shoulder, detonating the Cold Exploding Scale and a few thorn spikes there.
At the same moment, the red-iron dragon drew a deep breath, his chest swelling dramatically. Roiling heat erupted from the gaps between his scales, turning his black scales crimson.
Boom!
He swooped low, tilting his head downward to unleash a thermal energy-enhanced dragon breath upon the alchemy golems.
Garos hadn't poured his full thermal energy value into the attack—not even half of it. The flaming dragon breath wasn't quite a destruction dragon breath, but it was still a force to be reckoned with.
A relentless torrent of flames erupted from his maw.
The red-iron dragon soared through the low skies, scouring the ground with his dragon breath. One by one, the mech golems melted under his terrifying flames, their flesh-and-blood pilots dying instantly within their molten shells.
After exhausting his dragon breath, nearly all the golems at the steel spike outpost lay in ruins.
It was a pity, considering the golems' considerable value. Had they remained intact, they could have been repurposed as weapons for the Ironforged Tribe after some modifications. But this was no time for mercy.
The black oilfield was paramount.
(End of the Chapter)
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