35: Dragon: Is this what you call ants?

"Roar—!!!"

A foul wind, carrying acid potent enough to corrode steel, poured down like a green torrential rain, drenching everything.

There was no nonsense.

As a noble Emerald Green Dragon, Ortos didn't deign to reason with a group of bugs holding iron shovels.

What it wanted to do was wash the earth with Dragon Breath.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Acid mist filled the air.

Dozens of players at the center of the attack didn't even let out a scream before they instantly turned into white light.

The turf on the ground was scorched black, and the rocks emitted blue smoke.

Even the defensive fortifications that had just been built turned into limp sludge under this mouthful of 'thick phlegm.'

Cleared the field?

Ortos flapped its massive wings, a hint of disdain flashing in its vertical pupils.

This was the fate of those who provoked the Dragon Clan.

However.

The next second.

The disdain in its eyes froze.

"Damn! My shoes! I just bought them!"

"Don't push! Don't push! My corpse is still in there! I dropped my Entrenching Tool over there!"

"Who has spare pants? Lend me a pair! I'm going to slay the dragon with my bare ass!"

At the nearby respawn point (that ward that had just been placed).

White light flickered frantically like a strobe light.

Those humans who had just been sprayed to death by it actually walked out unscathed. They didn't even have a second of fear, only faces full of bad luck and... an even more fanatical greed.

They picked up the weapons on the ground.

Some didn't even have time to put on clothes.

They just howled and charged once more into the acid mist that had yet to dissipate.

"Brothers! The Dragon Breath is finished! That's a skill CD!!"

Li Qiang (ID: Also a Ruthless Person), holding a stone slab dismantled from a Goblin altar over his head like a charging Spartan warrior, jumped out of a pit.

His whole body was smoking, and his health bar was only half full.

But his eyes were brighter than the dragon's.

"One million is flying in the sky!!"

"Whoever grabs it, keeps it!!"

"Charge!!!"

Madmen.

This was absolutely a group of madmen.

Ortos had lived for three hundred years and had never seen such creatures. They weren't afraid of death, didn't fear pain, and had only one kind of terrifying light in their eyes called 'getting rich.'

"Lowly..."

It opened its mouth, wanting to gather Dragon Breath again.

Boing—!!

A tooth-aching vibration of a bowstring interrupted its casting.

Below.

In the center of the Goblin tribe that had been torn to pieces.

Wang Wei (ID: Luban No. 7) stood beside the totem pole that had been converted into a launcher and pressed the remote control in his hand hard.

"Get down here for Grandpa!!"

"Taste this shot of 'Truth'!!"

Whoosh!

A spear as thick as a thigh (the original weapon of an Elite Lizardman), carrying the sound of whistling wind, accurately struck the dragon's soft belly.

It wasn't bounced off.

Because on the tip of the spear were tied three Homemade High-Explosive Mines that were still beeping.

Boom!!!

Firelight exploded on the dragon's belly.

Scales flew, and flesh was mangled.

The massive impact caused Ortos to lose balance in the air, letting out a shrill wail of sorrow.

"Now's the time!!"

"Rich Woman! Use crowd control!!"

"Coming!!"

Lin Xiaowan (ID: Rich Woman Hungry) stood on a giant rock, the purple staff in her hand glowing intensely.

She gritted her teeth and, with a pained heart, tore apart a scroll emitting terrifying fluctuations of magic power.

**[Fourth-Tier Scroll: Gravity Swamp (Pay-to-Win Version)]**

**[Price: 5,000 Contribution Points (another huge sum)]**.

"Get... down for me!!"

Hum—

A purple halo appeared out of thin air, like an invisible giant hand, firmly pinning down the dragon's spine.

Ortos, who had already lost balance, only felt its body become ten times heavier.

It flapped its wings desperately, trying to pull up and gain altitude.

But it was useless.

Hundreds of ropes with barbs flew in from all directions.

Those were Strength-type players who had been lying in ambush on the ground long ago.

"One, two, three! Pull!!"

"Drag it down!!"

It was like hundreds of ants dragging a giant beetle.

The ropes were pulled taut.

The dragon roared in anger, its sharp claws tearing apart a dozen people. But immediately, twenty more people filled the positions, holding onto the ropes for dear life without letting go.

Some even tied the ropes around their waists, turning themselves into human ground anchors.

Boom!!

Dust flew everywhere.

The massive dragon body finally slammed heavily onto the ground.

The ground caved in, and trees snapped.

But before the vibration even stopped, an even more terrifying sound rang out.

It was the sound of hundreds of pickaxes, shovels, and electric drills all starting work at once.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

The players swarmed up the dragon's back like a zombie siege, densely packed.

"Don't hit the head!! The dragon head needs to be intact! That's my quest!!"

"The tail! Who's cutting the tail?! Leave a section for me! I want to make a whip!"

"Move aside, move aside! Let me drill a hole first! The dragon blood is almost drained! Bring buckets to catch it!!"

Ortos was going crazy.

It wasn't afraid of pain.

As a dragon, its recovery power was extremely strong.

But it couldn't stand this kind of... insult.

This group of bugs actually treated it like a giant mining pit?

Someone was prying off its scales.

Someone was pulling its teeth.

There was even a pervert (Wang Wei) holding a buzzing cutting machine, trying to cut open its breastbone while muttering something about 'biological engines' and 'core extraction.'

**"Get away!!!"**

**"I am a... DRAGON!!!!"**

It rolled frantically, its massive dragon tail sweeping across.

Bang, bang, bang!

Dozens of players were swatted away like cannonballs, turning into white light while still in mid-air.

But this was of no damn use.

Because in less than three seconds.

This group of people ran back from the respawn point, cursing and swearing:

"Damn! I almost pried off that reverse scale!"

"This BOSS mechanic is too cheap! That tail sweep is a full-screen attack!"

"Stop talking! Keep at it! Its health bar is glowing!!"

Despair.

True despair.

Looking at this group of monsters that couldn't be killed, couldn't be driven away, and even became more excited the more they were killed, Ortos's proud heart finally collapsed.

It wanted to flee.

Where was this a punishment? This was clearly a food delivery!

It endured the severe pain, using its limbs to struggle and try to take flight.

"Trying to run?!"

"That's my money!!"

Li Qiang's eyes were bloodshot, and he was covered in blood (mostly dragon blood).

He sprinted along the dragon's spine like a crazed flea, all the way to the dragon's head.

In his hand, the shotgun, whose barrel was already glowing red, was out of bullets.

But he pulled out a cola bottle.

It was stuffed with black powder just poured out from all the bullets, and a burning fuse was inserted into it.

**[Homemade Crude Blasting Tube (No Grade · Power depends entirely on luck)]**.

"Open your mouth!!!"

Li Qiang roared, gripping the bottle with both hands, and at the moment the dragon tilted its head back to howl, his whole person dove directly into that bloody maw.

A suicide attack.

And also the most fatal blow.

"Die for Grandpa!!!!"

Boom————!!!!

A dull, massive explosion erupted deep within the dragon's oral cavity.

Black smoke billowed out from the dragon's nostrils.

That massive body stiffened suddenly, and then, as if its Soul had been snatched away, it slumped heavily to the ground.

A massive golden damage number floated up.

**[-99999! (Weak Point Critical Hit)]**

Health bar cleared.

The world went quiet.

Only the rustling of the wind through the treetops remained.

All the players stopped their movements, staring fixedly at the dragon corpse that no longer moved.

One second.

Two seconds.

Ding!

**[Server-wide Announcement: Congratulations to player 'Also a Ruthless Person' for completing the final blow!]**

**[Emerald Green Dragon (Lord Level) — Kill Confirmed!]**

**[Reward Issued: 1,000,000 in real-world currency has been deposited into your account.]**

Whoosh—!!!

The cheers were enough to shatter the vault of heaven.

"We won!!!"

"Holy crap! One million really died!!"

"Brother Qiang is awesome!! Rich Woman is awesome!!"

"Quick!! While it's hot!! We can still collect dragon blood!!"

And beside that mountain-like dragon corpse.

A flash of white light occurred.

Li Qiang, who had just blown himself up, respawned.

He didn't care about putting on clothes and immediately opened the System panel.

Looking at that long string of zeros in his account.

This burly man, over 1.8 meters tall, actually sat on the ground with a thud and began to giggle foolishly.

As he laughed, tears even started coming out.

"The house..."

"I have the down payment..."

"I don't have to haul bricks anymore..."

...In the distance.

On the treetops of the dense forest five kilometers away.

Several slender figures were hidden in the shadows of the leaves.

They were Elf Rangers from the Silvermoon Council.

They had originally been attracted by the dragon's roar and were prepared to watch this group of ignorant humans be slaughtered.

But now.

Those usually proud elves currently had faces as pale as paper.

Their hands were trembling, and they couldn't even grip the longbows in their hands.

"Captain Eirilla..."

A young elf's voice carried a hint of crying:

"That was... Ortos... a three-hundred-year-old adult Green Dragon..."

"Just like that... eaten... by this group of barbarians?"

The female elf addressed as Captain stared fixedly at the crowd currently reveling on the dragon corpse.

In her eagle-eye vision.

Those were not humans.

They were masses of twisted, chaotic, and seemingly never-to-be-filled black desire.

"Not just eaten."

Eirilla took a deep breath, her voice bone-chillingly cold:

"They didn't even let the bones go."

"Let's go."

"Go back and report to the Council of Elders."

"This group of 'Natural Disasters'..."

"Are more terrifying than the undead."

Just as they turned around, preparing to retreat.

Ding.

A gentle, refined, yet seemingly ubiquitous voice suddenly rang in their ears, as well as in the ears of all the players on the server simultaneously.

It was Su Mu.

With a hint of playfulness, a hint of expectation.

"Are you having fun? Soldiers."

"It seems everyone has reaped quite a harvest."

"Since you have new equipment and new Materials..."

"Then."

"Shouldn't we go visit the neighbors who have been peeping at us from the side just now?"

Su Mu's voice paused.

A giant golden arrow appeared out of thin air in the sky, pointing straight at those few elven scouts who were about to flee.

**[Server-wide Quest Issued: 'Friendly' Exchange with Neighbors.]**

**[Objective: Capture those long-ears.]**

**[Su Mu: I heard the magic books of the Elven race... are quite valuable?]**