Chapter 446: The Tri-Colored Dragonmen

Chapter 446: The Tri-Colored Dragonmen

Faced with the giant python-transformed Quelrut and the epic powerhouse Bostaff, Ren's eyes flashed with determination.

Ren lifted his dragon claws, and six metal harpy shields suddenly appeared in front of him, forming a straight line across his front, blocking Bostaff's fiery slash.

Meanwhile, six silver buzzing metal rings appeared and swiftly flew towards Quelrut, who was behind Ren.

Quelrut, who had just suffered from this attack, suddenly shrank his giant snake pupils and halted his pouncing posture.

He had assumed that Ren's previous move was some sort of trump card that couldn't be used freely or had some cost associated with it. But now, it seemed that wasn't the case.

Quelrut was surprised that Ren could use the move consecutively.

He immediately stopped his pouncing and biting posture, retracting into a coiled position while simultaneously casting a nebulous black light film to protect himself.

The pincer attack was broken by Ren.

Now, Ren only had to deal with Bostaff in a one-on-one fight, significantly reducing the pressure.

Ren's thoughts shifted, and the six silver metal rings that were originally attacking Quelrut suddenly changed direction and headed towards Bostaff.

In this situation, Quelrut, who was fighting alongside Ren against Bostaff, could have easily warned Bostaff.

However, the fragile and unspoken cooperation between the cult and the slave capture squad prevented him from considering taking such an action.

In Quelrut's eyes, if the strange dragonman had the chance, he would surely kill Ren and take the opportunity to finish him off as well.

Furthermore, Quelrut harbored similar thoughts.

He hoped that both dragonmen would be severely injured, allowing him to reap the benefits without getting involved.

Additionally, Quelrut had just suffered from Ren's move, and he wanted the dragonman to experience the same. It was a matter of fairness.

Of course, he couldn't let this person named Ren kill his opponent either.

Quelrut took a deep breath, preparing to release some sort of long-range attack.

On the other side.

Bostaff, upon seeing the approaching silver metal rings, smirked. In his opinion, these rings couldn't possibly harm him.

Bostaff held his blade spear and swiftly executed a 360-degree cyclone slash, creating a bright silver arc that struck the three leading metal rings.

In an instant, just as Bostaff had anticipated, the three metal rings couldn't withstand his blade spear cyclone slash and shattered into pieces! The toothed metal rings, with their thickness and hardness, couldn't remain intact against the epic powerhouse's slash.

But as the metal rings shattered, Bostaff felt something within him shatter as well.

Or perhaps, just a small part of him! Immediately, a piercing pain originating from the depths of his soul surged!

Bostaff's entire body convulsed, his eyes widened as if struck by lightning.

Before the excruciating pain in his soul could subside, the remaining three metal rings struck his body.

Despite the strong defense of his dragon scales, the wounds didn't seem deep.

However, in that instant, Bostaff's forehead veins bulged, his eyes rolled back, and his entire body trembled like a sieve, as if he had an epileptic seizure! Fortunately, this abnormal state didn't last long, less than half a second.

When Bostaff regained his senses, he looked at Ren with a terrified expression, as if he had seen a ghost!

With a 'hiss,' his massive legs plowed deep furrows into the ground, forcefully halting his charging posture, and he quickly retreated.

"What...what was that attack just now?" Bostaff asked Ren with a mix of shock and suspicion.

It was no wonder Bostaff was astonished!

As a fusion of the bloodlines of three great dragon heirs, he had an extremely high resistance to various types of witchcraft. In previous battles, he could virtually ignore third-tier and below spells.

Even third-tier crystalized spells would only cause minor injuries, and he could easily withstand them.

But Ren's spell was truly bizarre.

It seemed to have a soul-piercing effect beyond its inherent power.

Meanwhile.

Upon seeing Bostaff's pathetic attempt to stop his charge, Quelrut felt a dark satisfaction.

It was a rather sinister mindset.

It was like a passerby walking at night who fell into an open manhole and instead of warning others, he climbed out and watched from the side, feeling pleased as others fell into the same trap. The more people who fell, the happier he became.

However, when Quelrut saw Ren pursuing Bostaff, he didn't remain a passive observer.

He spat indiscriminately at both Ren and Bostaff!

Whether the 'ally' who had just suffered could withstand it or not wasn't his concern. As long as he could take the opportunity to injure this young man named Ren, his goal would be achieved.

(End of Chapter 446)

A dark green poison fog, like fireworks, spewed out of Quelrut's gaping maw.

The concentration of this poison fog was extremely high, somewhere between a gaseous and liquid state, and its pungent stench was overwhelming even before it got close.

Ren, facing this attack from behind, naturally wouldn't choose to withstand it head-on. With a flap of his flesh wings, he sidestepped, moving out of the poison fog's range.

Several robust Centaurs, who had been rescued, were unable to dodge in time and were engulfed by the fog. Instantly, they emitted a sizzling sound of dissolution and cries of agony.

Before anyone could come to their aid, all that remained were a pile of white bones and a pool of yellowish-green pus.

Upon closer inspection, even the bones were being corroded and softened, indicating the extreme toxicity of the fog.

However, Boris faced this poison fog attack without any fear. His dragon scales suddenly changed color!

In an instant, they transformed from red to green, and a green film quickly enveloped his entire body, rendering him immune to the poison fog.

Ren, witnessing this, couldn't help but think to himself:

"Is this the effect of green dragon toxin immunity?"

"It seems my guess was correct."

But Quelrut's attack didn't end there. After the failed poison fog assault, a dark domain, like an expanding circular inkwell, swiftly spread out.

Boris's eyes flashed, and he charged towards Ren. The two collided with a powerful clash.

Although Boris's stature was taller than Ren's, he didn't gain any advantage from this collision and was pushed back several steps by Ren's counterattack.

Ren, despite not taking a single step back, was also momentarily stalled by the impact.

Quelrut's domain attack, like spreading ink, was about to engulf Ren.

Immediately, Quelrut's massive python body lunged towards Ren again.

Ren was about to use his last chance to cast the Crystalized Kill Move on Quelrut, but he suddenly felt something amiss.

He found it difficult to manipulate the energy particles around him, including the most intimate metal-type energy particles.

The domain Quelrut had unleashed was unique, almost repelling all energy particles from this specific area.

"Hehe, your transformation into an Epic-level powerhouse has one major weakness—you lack an absolute domain and the Dawn Kill Spell!"

Absolute domains differ from regular domains; they are more pure and exclusive. Within an absolute domain, even mystical side energy particles are expelled.

Of course, casting an absolute domain is extremely challenging and consumes a significant amount of willpower. Even Epic-level powerhouses can't use it multiple times in a single battle.

Additionally, not all Epic-level powerhouses possess the ability to cast absolute domains.

It's similar to how not all Tier 4 Dawn Wizards possess the Dawn Kill Spell; some only master Tier 4 spells.

A moment of hesitation caused Ren's feet to be entangled by the endless dark python.

The next second, Quelrut's python body, several dozen meters long, wrapped around Ren's body. Quelrut, confident in his victory, said:

"Within my absolute domain, your spells will be useless, leaving you only with melee combat. Enjoy the pleasure of being strangled!"

As soon as Quelrut finished speaking, his massive python body began to contract and tighten, and his eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

But the next second, Quelrut noticed that Ren's expression seemed a bit off.

Ren's face was unusually calm, not like someone about to face death.

Instead, he resembled an audience member who already knew the answer, watching a clown perform a magic trick.

"Melee combat?"

"What makes you think I'm weak in melee combat?" Ren, hearing the Viper Deputy Cult Leader's words, was momentarily stunned but quickly recovered, and then laughed.

"Hmm?"

As Quelrut was still pondering the meaning of Ren's words, he suddenly felt that he couldn't quite restrain Ren's body, which was much smaller than his own.

For a moment, he felt like he was entangled around a volcano about to erupt.

Even in his fully transformed python state, he couldn't restrict Ren's expansion and eruption!

"Roar!"

With Ren's dragon roar, his body instantly expanded again, and his physique underwent another drastic change.

Unlike his previous muscular dragon form, this time, his belly also began to swell, and his height skyrocketed to nearly twenty meters. His thick, increasingly intimidating arms slowly pried open Quelrut's python body.

Slowly, but with unwavering determination!

Quelrut's python eyes widened in shock.

How could he be so strong?

The next second, Ren quickly freed himself from the loosening python's grasp, grabbed its tail, and swung the python, which was over thirty meters long, in a 360-degree arc, straightening it out before slamming it forcefully onto the ground!

"Boom!"

Instantly, a deep trench, dozens of meters long and several meters deep, appeared before everyone's eyes.

Accompanying the impact was a violent shockwave, and a large amount of smoke and dust rose into the sky!

"Oh no!"

"This... this is the fourth stage of transformation!" Boris, who was usually calm, now had a distorted expression.

He finally understood why the Second Imperial Prince Everton placed such importance on Ren's blood essence.

The other party could actually undergo a four-stage transformation!

It should be known that even he, along with the other two who had merged into his body, could only achieve a three-stage transformation.

Even the current merged form, according to experimental data calculations, still had a gap in strength and speed compared to the four-stage transformation, although this gap was not significant.

Seeing Quelrut's current state, Boris knew he had to take action.

Otherwise, if Ren really finished off the opponent, the situation would completely collapse.

"Swish!"

Boris, holding a blade spear, charged towards Ren like lightning! Just as he was about to perform the most ordinary but also the most practiced thrust towards Ren's back, suddenly, Ren turned around like lightning and grabbed the top of his blade spear with one hand while smiling at him.

The next moment, another giant claw slammed towards Boris's head!

"Oh no!"

Boris, unable to move his blade spear, made a quick decision to immediately release the spear handle, crossing his arms over his head to block this claw strike.

"Bang!!!

A shockwave swept the surroundings.

The seven- or eight-meter-tall Boris was like a nail being hammered into wood, with half of his body directly slammed into the ground. From his waist down, he instantly sank nine meters into the earth, showing the immense power of this claw strike.

At this moment, Boris's eyes, nose, and ears were all bleeding, his head buzzing, and the dragon scales on both arms had all exploded, revealing taut blood-red muscles.

"Impossible! How can he be so strong!"

"He should be around my level! How can he be so strong!"

Boris's eyes widened, and he roared in his heart.

He didn't know that Ren had a system that allowed him to absorb the blood essence of other dragon-like or dragon-descended creatures, thereby enhancing his own dragon bloodline concentration.

If it were before Ren's battle with the Void Dragon, in terms of absolute power, perhaps Ren wouldn't be much stronger than Boris.

But after Ren absorbed the blood essence of an entire Void Dragon, this gap began to widen.

From the current results, it seemed that the gap had widened quite a bit.

As Boris yelled in his heart, Ren's attack didn't stop. He saw Ren slam down another claw.

"Bang!!!

The second claw slammed down!

Another shockwave swept the surroundings, and the area where Boris was standing had formed a crater.

This time, after the dragon scales on Boris's sturdy arms exploded, most of his thick, blood-red muscles were blown away. Only with sheer willpower, Boris, covered in blood and with his broken arms still barely crossed, managed to maintain his stance.

The color of the dragon scales on his body changed from yellow to green and then to red, as if his body was in some kind of out-of-control state.

However, it seemed that after two consecutive attacks, the ground had been compacted quite a bit.

This time, Boris didn't sink further into the ground.

Huh?

Ren seemed to lightly exclaim in surprise, and Boris's persistence was a bit beyond his expectations.

But he didn't want to drag it out any longer. He wanted to finish off the opponent.

After all, if he kept dragging it out, the Serpent Cult's Quelrut would come again, and in the fourth form, his stamina consumption was extremely high.

So, Ren's third attack came.

"Ah!!!

Boris exerted all his strength and roared to the sky!

He knew that as long as he held on a little longer, the Serpent Cult's Quelrut, having recovered, would definitely come to support him, and he would live! But Boris suddenly paused, because he didn't see Ren's giant claw; instead, he saw a familiar spear shadow.

Because Ren's attack this time was not a claw.

"Pfft!"

Boris's blade spear was heavily stabbed down by Ren's other giant claw.

From Boris's mouth, which was roaring towards the sky, the spear pierced through his brain, neck, chest, and abdomen, just like a skewer, and was stuck straight into the ground.

At this moment, Boris's eyes were wide, his body was convulsing, and his broken arms were still crossed high above his head, as if he couldn't understand why the third attack wasn't a claw strike?

How could it not be a claw strike!

Unwilling to give up, Boris's giant dragon-like body convulsed a few times before hanging straight up, completely still, on the straight blade spear.

(End of Chapter)

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