A Dragon against the Whole World

The Red Iron Dragon’s tail coiled.

The Earth Ripper, lying quietly among the rubble, was dragged out, causing a clatter of rolling stones.

He lifted the enormous battle axe to his face, his sharp claws brushing over the chipped and cracked axe surface, then he grinned, revealing an amused smile.

"Seeking a breakthrough in front of me, haha, do you think breaking through to Legendary comes with invincible frames?"

Regardless of whether King of Mountains Groom, amidst life and death, can truly succeed in taking that step.

Such a leap of life tier essence often isn’t a miracle achieved in an instant, nor can it be done overnight; it requires a relatively quiet environment, undisturbed by strong external interference.

Forcing a breakthrough in front of a formidable enemy? The success rate is minuscule.

Moreover, during the breakthrough process, due to one’s violent energy fluctuations and extremely unstable aura, lacking precise control over power, one’s capabilities might even be weaker than in a normal state, which is practically courting death.

In those stories, the protagonists often achieve breakthroughs at critical moments, turning defeat into victory.

However, harsh reality often delivers the most unforgiving blows to fantasies.

Galos attempted to mobilize the Dragon Qi within him and infuse it into the Earth Ripper.

However, the battle axe showed no reaction, the patterns on its axe body that should have lit up were dead silent at this moment.

It merely looked like a gigantic, archaic battle axe, lacking the diverse powers when used by the Mountain King.

Even, from the axe handle, there were faint, continuous reverberating sensations.

This felt like a rejection of his power.

Or rather, a rejection of his identity as a Dragon Race.

This Legendary Equipment seemed to have considered the possibility of falling into the hands of non-Giant Race, especially their sworn enemy, the Dragon Race, from its inception.

"An equipment with racial restrictions, what a pity...otherwise, I could use it for adaptation and training."

The Red Iron Dragon shook his head with slight regret, weighing the battle axe in his claws.

However, upon thinking differently, he felt relieved.

Its value still existed.

Even if he couldn’t use it, it could serve as an extremely precious bargaining chip to exchange with the Metal Dragon Domain or the Lotheren Kingdom.

They likely wouldn’t refuse.

Top-notch alchemists have the ability to reshape it into a brand-new Legendary Equipment or simply remove the restrictions.

The Red Iron Dragon no longer dwelled on it.

His wings suddenly surged violently, stirring clouds of dust from the ground, tightly gripping the enormous battle axe, he soared into the sky, speeding towards the area where the Dragon Group and Giants continued their fierce battle.

At this moment, although the Giant Race was firmly suppressed by the Dragon Group, relying on their numerical advantage and familiarity with the terrain, they hadn’t yet shown signs of being utterly defeated, and the battle continued to be fiery as ever.

Until the sky abruptly darkened, causing a fundamental shift in the situation.

The majestic body of the King of Molten Iron spiraled into view, his spread Dragon Wings seemingly blocking out the sun, casting immense shadows that completely covered the vast battleground below.

The Giants engaged in fierce battle instinctively looked up.

They saw the King of Molten Iron, saw the weapon that belonged to their leader casually held in his claws.

Yet.

Scanning around, they couldn’t find that familiar mountainous figure, their king, Groom.

After a brief, deathly silence, realizing what happened, the Giants emitted a roar filled with grief and despair, while their followers began to scatter and flee.

"For Groom! Revenge!"

"Kill! Exterminate these damn Dragons! Perish together!"

"An eye for an eye! Blood for blood!"

"......"

The Giants, after losing their leader, instead of collapsing in morale, saw it surge dramatically, or rather, became completely frenzied.

In their eyes, burned the resolute flames of perishing together, ready for a final doomed struggle.

They had no intention of surrendering, utterly abandoning defense and evasion, started trading injuries for injuries, risking lives for lives, launching almost suicidal frenzied counterattacks.

Against this degree, this intent of deadly counterattacks.

Even a powerful Dragon Group will inevitably have to pay with some casualties.

And this, to Galos, was entirely unnecessary, and entirely avoidable.

Thus.

The Red Iron Dragon made a move.

He dove down, his gaze instantly locking onto a 18-level Mountain Giant.

This Giant’s strength was second only to the Mountain King, his aura incredibly formidable, just having wielded a Rune Warhammer and temporarily pushed back the Four Symbols Golden Dragon.

It was at this moment that the Giant’s eyes reflected a crimson figure.

The King of Molten Iron appeared within tens of meters of the Mountain Giant.

This distance for creatures of such body sizes as Dragons and Giants was almost like being within reach, audible breath.

And it was only now that the deafening sonic boom, caused by super-speed movement, erupted like a belated thunder.

Critical moment!

The Mountain Giant roared, raising the Rune Stone Hammer, carrying the momentum of shattering mountains and stones, smashing down fiercely at Galos’ head, the runes on the hammer surface suddenly lighting up, condensing heavy earth elemental brilliance.

The Red Iron Dragon, however, didn’t dodge, his front claw shot out like lightning, post hoc to proc, accurately grabbing the descending hammerhead!

Clang!!!

The dull collision sounded like a great bell. The giant elder only felt an irresistible overwhelming force transmitted along the hammer handle, numbing both of his arms, nearly losing sensation, the stone hammer could no longer move downward a fraction, frozen in mid-air.