Chapter 340: Crimson Edge (3)
“I’m going to cut off your head!”
“Waaaaaaah—!”
Rano roared, his eyes bloodshot, veins bulging across his body like twisted roots. The Barbarian surged upward, expanding to nearly ten meters in height. His muscles, carved like stone, exuded raw, primal beauty. The tattoos across his back—the colossal bear, the lion on his chest, the leopard coiled around his legs—seemed to come alive, roaring in unison.
This was the Legendary form of the狂Warrior: Primordial Warrior. His very existence embodied the untamed strength of the wild.
Rano had lost everything as a child. His parents had been slaughtered by a rival tribe in a brutal massacre. In revenge, he wiped out the entire clan. Since then, he had wandered the wilderness—until he met Drek Flamegold.
To him, every member of Crimson Edge was family.
Now, Grom was dead. And once again, he felt the crushing weight of loss.
Primordial Path: Revenge
Rano raised his massive Great Axe high, then leapt into the sky—his body engulfed in white smoke—soaring hundreds of meters into the air.
The years of默契 among Crimson Edge still held. As Rano rose, a cascade of spells enveloped him: Greater Armor Class Acceleration Spell, Iron Bones, Holy Domain Spell, Dragon Power Spell, and Silent Breath Technique—each reinforcing his form. His colossal frame shimmered with layered spell shields, glowing with vibrant magical auras.
“Die!”
With a thunderous roar, Rano unleashed everything. The raw strength of the wild poured from his axe—the growl of the bear, the roar of the tiger, the howl of the wolf. Phantom images of primal beasts surged forward with the blade, a relentless tide of spirit. They were symbols of the wilderness, embodiments of Rano’s original path.
“Are you trying to open a zoo or something?” Kai Xiusu snarled, spreading his vast wings.
The aura of the Ancestral Dragon surged forth, no longer restrained. The oppressive, near-physical presence of draconic might flooded the battlefield.
Instantly, every Spirit of the Wild in the area trembled with fear. Their eyes widened in terror, letting out pitiful whimpers before dissolving into nothing.
Clang!
The clash of metal rang out like a war drum.
Kai Xiusu struck with a single claw, a forceful slam that sent Rano—along with his Great Axe—flying back hundreds of meters. The axe, etched with ancient Wilderness Runes, cracked violently. Then, with a deafening shatter, it exploded into a storm of jagged metal fragments—Rano’s prized weapon, forged in the depths of the Feywild!
A Primordial Warrior, at the peak of mortal strength, had power that could rival a 27-point stat rating—legendary in might. But Kai Xiusu’s strength was 34.
And with the overwhelming difference in size, their strength disparity was measured in tens of times.
This was the sheer, unrelenting dominance of the Ancestral Red Dragon—no tricks, no finesse. Just raw, primal power.
The warrior who had fought hill giants and strangled a green dragon like a toy was reduced to a helpless chick beneath Kai Xiusu’s claws—trampled without resistance.
“Rano!”
Dekks shot forward, wings flaring, aiming for a rear strike—protecting his teammate.
But a scorching Hurricane Blow struck him full force, sending him tumbling sideways. A massive shadow swept past.
In an instant, the Red Dragon had vanished from before him—only to reappear high above Rano, ascending at supersonic speed, now directly above the fallen warrior.
“No—!” Dekks reached out, his voice breaking with despair.
Rano plummeted downward, face-up, but his expression showed no fear—only fury at the failure of his strength to match the dragon’s.
The Primordial Warrior’s constitution was legendary. Even from a cliff hundreds of meters high, he’d have survived—maybe broken a few bones, but alive. With spell protection, it was almost guaranteed.
“Damn it,” Rano gritted his teeth. “Next time… I’ll cut off his head.”
Suddenly, his vision darkened.
His heart froze.
Above him loomed the Red Dragon—its massive wings blotting out the sun.
Kai Xiusu stared down, a cruel grin spreading across his draconic face.
“Human.”
“You have no understanding of strength.”
With effortless precision, the dragon seized Rano by the torso and began ascending—lifting him into the sky.
“Damned beast! Let me go! I’ll kill you!”
The ten-meter-tall Primordial Warrior thrashed wildly, eyes blazing red—but against the dragon’s crushing grip, his struggles were futile. He could only watch helplessly as he was dragged higher and higher, into the thinning air.
Then, Kai Xiusu folded his wings tightly, plunged into a dive—and seized Rano mid-descent, his tail trailing a blazing Flame Tail.
One Man, One Dragon—accelerating at terrifying speed—plunged toward the earth.
“AAAAAAHHH—!”
A shriek tore through the air, drowned beneath the thunderous crack of supersonic wind.
At such speed, Rano’s back scorched against the atmosphere. Intense heat flared, his tough hide igniting, glowing red-hot. Flesh began to char and peel away. Bones groaned under the strain. His body was tearing apart.
Then—BOOM!
They crashed into the ground like a meteor.
A deafening explosion echoed across the wasteland. A massive dust cloud erupted, a shockwave tearing outward in all directions, scouring the barren land.
When the smoke cleared, a crater—hundred meters wide—gaped in the earth, cracked like a spiderweb.
At the center stood the Red Dragon, wings spread wide, head raised high. He let out a long, echoing roar.
And beneath his massive right claw, a blackened, twisted mass of burned flesh smoldered, crackling with fire—still faintly breathing.
That was the remains of Primordial Warrior Rano, the legendary Barbarian.
He was dead.
Even with a Constitution stat of 24, Rano could not survive such a cataclysmic fall.
Kai Xiusu turned his head, eyes flicking toward the last remaining members of Crimson Edge. With eerie politeness, he gave a slight nod, then raised three claws—slowly waving them.
The three survivors froze. Their hair stood on end.
This wasn’t a battle between evil dragon and dragon slayer.
It was a predator playing with prey—utterly helpless, utterly broken.
They understood the message perfectly.
“Three remain.”
“How… how could this happen?”
“We were supposed to be heroes…”
Dekks stared at Rano’s charred, unrecognizable corpse, his eyes hollow with despair.
He never imagined the Red Dragon—after a titanic clash with Oszedro of Silver Wings—could still possess such overwhelming power.
The Dragon Prince had found their hiding place, hunted them like mice, captured them one by one, toyed with them… then killed.
This was no dragon from legend.
This was something far worse.
(End of Chapter)
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