Pioneer Lord: Starting From Daily Intelligence

Chapter 1130 -174: Overwhelming Victory and the Comedic Red Dragon Drake (Part 3)

Nearly a hundred Champion Knights hovering nearby mounted on Griffins, Half Griffins, and Horse Vultures, burst forth with dazzling golden light, instantly charging under Su Li’s command!

The Red Dragon is indeed strong, but the Champion Knights are already the pinnacle of organized human military might!

Especially among the Knights, many are members of the Corona Knight Order, possessing the standard tactical ability of the Flame Sun Knight Order main troupe: “Divine Blind Charge”!

As they initiated their charge in radiant golden light, the enemy forces being charged at had a probability of experiencing blindness, with melee skills and shooting accuracy level reduced by one.

The probability of this ability causing blindness to opponents is indeed low for the Red Dragon, particularly if an Elite Knight were to charge a Divine Chosen level Red Dragon, it would be almost impossible to be effective.

But things are entirely different now!

All those charging the Red Dragon are Champion-level Knights, each clad in perfect Vibranium Rune Armor, shining brightly and dazzling.

As long as Red Dragon Drake hasn’t broken through to Legendary level, he cannot exempt himself from all this! And Giant Dragons do not have the ability for bloodline eruptions or breakthrough from desperate situations!

The Creator is fair; their innate ability to enhance during sleep means they cannot suddenly break through in battle.

Without reaching the right age, breaking through to Legendary level is impossible, no matter how angry one gets, it’s useless.

Therefore, in this battle, Drake is destined to face the huntsmen of the Hesse Territory with only High Tier Divine Chosen level power.

The tragic outcome is foreseeable; when the Divine Magic Blind Charge takes effect, the mighty Divine Chosen Red Dragon’s melee skills drop to merely correspond to Champion level.

What’s more terrifying is that these Champion Knights aren’t recklessly charging but are divided into several squads, diving down from various tricky angles! Poisoned armor-piercing crossbow arrows rain down on Drake’s relatively vulnerable wing membranes, joint gaps, and eyes! Heavy javelins whistle as they pierce his spine! Even several valiant Knights, riding the strongest Griffins and Horse Vultures, attempt to dive closer, using heavy lances to stab at the relatively weak chest and belly-scale armor!

Drake was utterly engulfed in a frenzy of rage! His absolute power, which he prided himself on, was everywhere constrained by the precise tactical coordination of eight Divine Chosen level champions! Numerous Champion Knights constantly inflicted horrific damage on him; Holy Light scorched his scale armor and wing membranes, death energy corroded his power, Flame Sun divine power pierced his joints, Dwarven war axes disturbed his balance, while those annoying “flies” in the air constantly harassed his relatively weak parts with crossbow arrows and javelins!

“Roar—! Crawlers! Bugs!!” he roared madly, his massive dragon wings flapped frantically, stirring hot winds and magma rain, attempting to repel all approaching enemies. Destructive lava breath surged forth again and again, either interrupted by Aeliria or forcibly blocked by Hilude using Honor Creatures·Eternal Shield Holy Light Shield. Every attack failed to achieve decisive results, instead exhausting him with a monumental amount of stamina and energy.

Cold mountain winds streamed in through gaps in the mountains, colliding fiercely with the hot air currents of the lava lake, forming bizarre turbulence that made Drake’s enormous body even more unstable in the air. His crimson scale armor, once capable of withstanding siege weaponry, began to show subtle cracks and charred marks under repeated hammering and energy erosion from Divine Chosen level weapons.

His once prideful, overpowering absolute force, under the joint effects of precise tactical coordination, powerful individual assaults, and the cold winter environment, was gradually being worn down and constrained. Amid his rage, a trace of disbelief… a sense of fear stealthily crept into the heart of the raging Red Dragon.

So after a burst of Dragon Language Magic repelled a large number of surrounding enemies, Drake suddenly flapped his wings, ascending back into the sky.

At this moment, everyone saw the extensive injuries covering it, the largest wound on its front chest, where a longsword pierced through, revealing a dreadful wound that penetrated from front to back, with copious dragon blood seeping out, wafting dense smoke like scorching magma when dripping onto the ground.

Breathing heavily, it glared at Su Li, roaring, “I remember now, you are the supreme ruler of the Black Forest Mountain Range and forest—the slayer of the four Divine Chosen monsters—the jailer of the Emperor Dragon offspring—the famed general favored by the Sun Goddess—the master of Hesse Territory—Su Li Zijinghua!”

Su Li smiled and replied, “Have you remembered the fear from when I scared you away back then? Anyway, let me correct you; I’m no longer the slayer of four Divine Chosen monsters, but the slayer of more than ten Divine Chosen monsters, and even Legendary Knights have previously fallen beneath my hand.”

Demster whistled mockingly at the monster, “You foolish dragon, you escaped quickly last time, but where will you run this time? Mole already foresees your death today!”

Demster didn’t even expect this battle to be so easy!

Before the battle, he thought he would need to withstand enormous pressure to hold off the opponent. He was already prepared for a beating.

However, the battle outcome completely defied his expectation; the transformation in quantity truly leads to a change in quality, with eight Divine Chosen champions thrashing this Red Dragon with utterly no chance to counter.

At this moment, Drake’s huge, molten gold-like pupils contracted violently, Su Li’s addition of “more than ten Divine Chosen monsters” and “Legendary Knights” was like pouring cold water on his enraged nerves. His massive body wobbled in the air, with the wound in his chest, pierced by the Divine Chosen Longsword, gushing out scorching dragon blood, dripping onto the cold rocks below with sizzling sounds, rising wisps of white smoke.