Chapter 346: Chapter 270 Scarlet Blade (III)
“I’m going to cut off your head!”
“Waaaargh——”
Rano roared, his eyes bloodshot, veins bulging all over his body.
The barbarian suddenly swelled to nearly ten ters tall, his muscles carved like marble, exuding a primal beauty.
The tattoos of the giant bear on his back, the lion on his chest, and the leopard on his legs seed to co to life, roaring in unison.
This was the legendary form of the Berserker, the “Primal Warrior,” embodying the power of the wilderness.
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Rano had lost his family as a child, his parents slaughtered by an enemy tribe, and he exacted revenge, annihilating them. He wandered the wilderness until he t Derek Flamgold.
Every mber of the “Scarlet Blade” was like family to him.
And now, Grom was dead, and he felt the pain of loss once more.
“Primal Path: Revenge”
Rano leapt high with a heavy great axe, white smoke billowing from him, soaring hundreds of ters into the air.
The years of understanding within the “Scarlet Blade” manifested as High-Level Acceleration Spell, Steel and Iron Bones, Sanctuary Spell, Dragon Force Spell, Breath-Concealnt Spell, and other spells blessed him in an instant.
The strong and perfect giant body, with layers of spell shields, shimred with various magical glows.
“Die!”
Rano swung his great axe at the Red Dragon with all his might, the power of the wilderness cascading down.
The roars of bears, tigers, and the howls of wolves erupted, the phantoms of wilderness spirits rushing at the Red Dragon with the falling axe, embodying the primal paths of Rano.
“So many random things——”
“Are you opening a zoo?”
Cassius growled, spreading his broad wings.
The imposing aura of the Ancestral Dragon was no longer restrained, the tangible Dragon’s Might overflowing.
Instantly, the eyes of all the wilderness spirits filled with terror, whimpering before dissipating.
“Clang——”
The sound of tal clashing bood.
Cassius swung his claws, easily swatting the great axe and the barbarian behind it hundreds of ters away.
Cracks appeared on the great axe inscribed with wilderness runes, shattering into flying fragnts of tal—this was an exotic treasure Rano had obtained from the Fairy Wilderness!
As a legendary Primal Warrior, Rano’s strength had reached the pinnacle of mortals, likely 27 points in stats, imnse by any asure.
But Cassius’s strength was 34.
Coupled with the difference in size, their strength differed by tens of tis.
This was the pure power of the Atavistic Red Dragon, no additional techniques involved.
This berserker who had wrestled Hill Giants and strangled a Green Dragon, in front of Cassius, was like a chicken, easily ravaged, powerless to resist.
“Rano!”
Dex flapped his wings to sneak attack from behind, trying to protect his teammate.
But a scorching gust blasted him, throwing him off balance, and a vast shadow passed over.
In a blink, the Red Dragon disappeared, the sound of sonic booms rapidly ascending above Rano.
“No——”
Deske cried out in despair, reaching out helplessly.
Rano plumted face-up, but he felt no fear, only anger at their clash.
The Primal Warrior’s constitution was robust; even falling from hundreds of ters would only break a few bones, especially with spell protection.
“Damn, next ti I’ll cut off his head.”
Rano grit his teeth in resolve.
Suddenly, darkness engulfed him, his expression changed.
The massive shadow of the Red Dragon lood above, its broad wings eclipsing the sun.
Cassius looked down, a sinister grin on his face.
“Human.”
“You know nothing… of power.”
The Red Dragon effortlessly seized Rano’s body, climbing higher.
“Damn it!”
“Red Dragon! Let go! I will kill you!”
The nearly ten-ter-tall Primal Warrior’s eyes were bloodshot, struggling in midair.
But against the Red Dragon’s might, his struggles were futile, helplessly soaring to thousands of ters.
Then Cassius folded his wings, diving down, dragging Rano’s strong fra, tail blazing.
Man and dragon accelerated in free fall.
“Aaarrrgh——”
Screams and the sound of air tearing mixed.
At the terrifying speed, Rano’s back rubbed against the air, creating extre heat. His tough skin ignited, glowing, charring, disintegrating.
Finally, they crashed into the ground like a teorite.
“Boom——”
The deafening explosion echoed.
Dust billowed, wind swirling, sweeping the wasteland.
As the smoke cleared, a colossal crater a hundred ters wide, with web-like cracks, appeared.
“Roar——”
At the crater’s center, the Red Dragon stood majestically, wings spread, roaring long and mightily.
And beneath his enormous right claw lay a smoldering, unrecognizable mass of flesh, sizzling and crackling—the once Primal Warrior, the legendary barbarian, Rano.
He was dead.
Even with a constitution of 24 points, Rano couldn’t survive this cataclysmic display.
Cassius, unsatisfied, looked at the remaining “Dragon Slayers,” nodding politely, extending three claws, and lightly shaking them.
The three mbers of the “Scarlet Blade” felt their hair stand on end.
This wasn’t a battle between an evil dragon and dragon slayers; it was like a top predator toying with helpless prey, and they were the prey.
They understood the Red Dragon’s ssage—”Three left.”
“How could this be…”
“We were supposed to be heroes…”
Dex stared at Rano’s broken, charred body, eyes full of despair.
He never imagined that after a titanic battle with “Wings of Silver” Osedro, the Red Dragon would still possess such terrifying power.
This “Dragon Prince” could even locate their hideout, catching them one by one like mice, toying with them, then killing them.
This once “Dragon Slayer” had never seen a dragon like this.
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