Ashen Dragon

"Humans, spare me, and I can give you endless treasures! Let you have a lifespan comparable to elves!" The mature Green Dragon was bound by a steel wire net, struggling wildly on the ground, letting out hoarse pleas for mercy.

However, the Natural War Maniac scratched his head, picked up the battle axe on the ground, and said, "If we kill you, all your stuff will belong to us anyway. We could even earn from a five-colored dragon's corpse."

The blood-stained battle axe dragged on the ground, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound that made one's hair stand on end.

The Green Dragon exclaimed in frustration, "We are the offspring of Tiamat! The great Mother of Evil Dragons will not spare you! All the five-colored dragons will see you as enemies and hunt you down to your death!"

In the eyes of the astonished and fearful Green Dragon, the figure of the Natural War Maniac grew taller and more imposing, swelling to a height of five to six meters in an instant.

Lava-like scale armor sprouted on his body, muscles bulged exaggeratedly, and wide bat wings unfolded from his back, with dangerous firelight flickering in his eyes.

"This, this is... Deep Prison Demon Refiner? How could it be, those stingy devils actually gave away something of this level——"

"Five-colored dragons?"

The Natural War Maniac raised the battle axe high above his head, grinning maliciously, and said, "I couldn't wish for more! Let them come to me! Come and kill me!"

"Let's see who is the prey!"

The Green Dragon gritted its teeth and finally tore through the steel wire net, pouncing towards the Berserker not far away.

"Swish——"

Accompanied by the whistling of air breaking, the Natural War Maniac's hand rose and the axe fell, splitting the large head of the Green Dragon in half, cutting down from the middle until it barely stopped at the neck.

Blood, brain matter, and shards of bone flew across; the Green Dragon didn't even have time to wail before its mouth was ripped open by the sudden axe blade, and blood gushed like a fountain.

"Huff, huff..."

The Natural War Maniac stood on the spot, panting heavily, his face full of excitement and exhilaration, as the Green Dragon's sharp claws were only a step away from his heart, making the encounter extremely thrilling.

Thick brain matter and blood splattered all over his face, making his originally fierce visage even more menacing, enough to terrify children into crying at night.

Yet the surrounding players were full of awe, discussing in a clamor filled with regret.

"What the heck? What's that damage... killed in one axe swing? Is this even reasonable?"

"Feels like War Maniac Bro is not playing the same game as us; that was a mature giant dragon! How could he one-shot it?"

"This Green Dragon is so weak, it isn't even as good as the Empire's Wyvern leader."

"With a monster like this around, who the hell could snatch the dragon head!"

"Never mind, start digging!"

The players rushed towards the Green Dragon's corpse, plundering materials like vultures with empty bellies.

Meanwhile, the Natural War Maniac tore off the Green Dragon's head along with a large chunk of neck skin with a "rip" sound, ignoring the blood as he draped it over his back and charged towards another Green Dragon.

Not far away, a Biological Priest of the Mechanical God Cult shook his head with a sigh: "Such a good sample, if only it could have been modified... alas, wasted just like that."

"Quick, five o'clock direction, shoot it down!"

"Dragon-hunting Crossbow ready——"

"Watch out for the Acidic Breath?"

"Still daring to fight back? Damn, load the armor-piercing bullets, I'll blast its damn head off!"

In the sky, players piloting airships frantically pursued, while the Green Dragons scrambled to escape, creating a chaotic scene.

Amidst the booming of exploding shells, cheers of the crowd, and the wailing of giant dragons, the Green Dragons began to fall from the sky one after another.

Once fallen, they were met with fierce sieges from hundreds of players, as the Green Dragons' acidic breath and claws and fangs could easily kill lower-level players.

But they showed no fear, even if swallowed into a bloodthirsty maw, they would use their swords to slash a few times inside the mouth.

"Oh crap, that NPC's power is so high! Is this the beauty of stats?"

"Unbelievable!"

"He seems to be a Legendary Warrior, damn, he even stole the kill!"

Duke Franz carried a great sword nearly three meters long; he stomped the ground with one foot and leaped over a hundred meters, bringing down the massive blade in mid-air to smash a mature Green Dragon to the ground.

Adrian seized the opportunity, leaping up and thrusting forward forcefully, the shining longsword piercing through the throat of the mature Green Dragon in an instant.

The two worked in perfect harmony, and even the mature Green Dragon wasn't a match for them.

"Quick, grab the corpse while the NPCs are not paying attention!"

"A windfall from the sky!"

The players swarmed in, while Duke Franz gazed at the increasingly chaotic battlefield in the distance, shouldering his great sword.

Adrian sighed and said, "It's terrifying; during my travels in Silvermoon Bay, I've seen fishermen collaboratively hunting down giant whales in much the same manner, but what they're facing... are giant dragons! They dare to treat dragons as mere prey! I don't know whether to call them reckless or arrogant."

"Immortal beings naturally wouldn't understand common folks' fear of death, but..."

Duke Franz turned his head, lowering his voice: "Did you sense it? These humans from the Empire, no, perhaps they can't even be called human—they don't see us as equals."

Adrian argued, "Your Grace, that's a bit alarmist; after all, they are fighting alongside us..."

Duke Franz interrupted him: "I'm all too familiar with those kinds of looks—the Green Dragons also looked at us this way. It can only be said that they don't see us as the same kind; as long as the benefits are sufficient, this group doesn't mind considering me as prey."