The light of the Teleportation Array faded.
In the center of the castle hall, a Red Dragon only half a man's height appeared.
Although it was completely different from the enemy he'd expected, the gunslinger didn't let his guard down for a second.
Appearances could be deceiving. Contradicting its Sub-Dragon or Juvenile Dragon-like form was an oppressive pressure so intense it was almost tangible.
The two Bone Demons beside him were already paralyzed with terror.
Their Perception was too low; they couldn't withstand the horrifying aura at all.
Even the gunslinger himself felt his heart rate skyrocket and his breath quicken, and he began to tremble uncontrollably.
'So that Red Dragon is at least an adult, and quite possibly older.'
'I can't beat it.'
The gunslinger made a swift judgment.
But ever since he underwent modification, had the brand seared onto his chest, and became a Death Warrior, there was no room for mission failure.
