CHAPTER 127: CHAPTER 103: FEAR ME!

At this moment, his body shivered again, and he slowly turned around. It was then that he discovered the Evil Dragon was only three kilometers away from him!

"No! I must escape! I absolutely cannot die here!"

Count Dorne’s heart raced wildly, and he didn’t care about anything else, actually crawling on the ground like a worm!

As he crawled, he kept shouting around him:

"Someone! Get over here! Quickly take me back to the city! I will heavily reward you! Hurry up, someone!"

His voice was loud, and it could be heard even kilometers away.

But no one dared to approach him, not even an inch! Because! That terrifying Giant Dragon, like an apocalyptic Demon God, was closing in on him!

Count Dorne crawled arduously.

Who knew how much time had passed.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

He felt vibrations and roaring behind him.

Count Dorne shivered even more, he didn’t even have the strength to crawl anymore!

Until the ground tremors stopped, he felt as if his head was grasped by something! Then a pain followed, and then his whole body felt light!

He was lifted up and turned around!

In his view was the Evil Dragon who proclaimed itself as Land Saphis Oakben!

"Are you afraid of me, dear Count?"

The Evil Dragon before him spoke, its voice low with a hint of mockery.

"Afraid? What a joke! How could I be afraid of a fire-breathing lizard! Don’t be so smug, lizard!! You think you have won?"

Count Dorne, his facade exposed, was suddenly furious and screamed like a madman!

He seemed to have thrown caution to the wind!

His tough stance was almost unbelievable!

But... his body was still trembling!

"Heh heh heh~ Can’t accept reality, can you? You pathetic worm! At this moment, you don’t even have the right to stand before me!"

The Giant Dragon growled, words piercing Count Dorne’s chest like an arrow, making him unbearably angry.

"Shut up! Shut up! I don’t need a fire-breathing lizard to lecture me! Shut up!"

Count Dorne screamed and suddenly spat at the Giant Dragon.

This seemed to be his last defiance!

But the spit was vaporized by a flash of flame mid-air.

"Your defiant face, your trembling body, is truly laughable to a dragon!"

The Giant Dragon’s expression gradually turned grim.

It slowly extended a claw, placed it on Count Dorne’s leg, and gently squeezed.

Crack!

"Ah!!!!"

A crisp sound.

Count Dorne’s entire leg was crushed!

The intense pain made him scream involuntarily.

But it wasn’t over yet, soon, his other leg was also crushed!

This pain was simply unbearable, as if he were going to faint from it.

But the toughness of a Great Warrior still allowed him to hold on, but at this moment, even outwardly, he couldn’t maintain his defiance!

He recalled his childhood self, weak, timid, cowardly, always liking to be alone in a room. If not for a chance encounter that changed his life, he feared he would still be the same.

He thought he was a 17th level Great Warrior, a tough man, a strong man.

But at this moment he realized that he might not be as strong as he thought.

Otherwise, how could he be so terrified by an Evil Dragon that he lost even the power to run away?

At this moment, the shell that had wrapped around Count Dorne for decades was mercilessly stripped away!

Count Dorne suddenly broke down, tears and snot streaming from his face!

When the Giant Dragon’s claw reached for his arm, Count Dorne finally couldn’t resist shouting:

"Stop! Stop! You can’t do this to me! Otherwise, you will surely regret it!"

Crack!

"Ah!!!"

The Giant Dragon was not intimidated by his threat at all, slowly crushing his arm.

At this point, he only had one last arm left!

The flesh and blood of his two legs and one arm were crushed into a flat, mixed mess, like a piece of flat sheepskin scraps.

Such injuries, even with a Priest’s advanced Holy Healing Skill, could no longer be easily healed!

"Ah!!! Stop! Stop! Please stop! If you continue like this, my master will definitely not let you go!"

Count Dorne cried bitterly, screaming in breakdown.

The Giant Dragon’s actions finally halted.

"Your master?"

"Yes! My master! My master is a Legendary Level Undead Grand Mage! If you release me, I can forget all that just happened! As if nothing ever occurred! Just let me go!"

"Forget everything? What a joke are you making? Do you know how grievously I suffered due to your foolish decision!

Hundreds of Nature Elves! That’s thousands upon thousands of Gold Talers!

All because of your foolish words! Costing me tens of thousands of Gold Talers!

And you actually want me to forget the matter?

You scum! Are you joking with me?"

The Giant Dragon flew into a rage, suddenly crushing Dorne’s remaining arm, eliciting an ear-piercing scream.

The Giant Dragon listened to the scream, letting out a pleased murmur, then growled again:

"You scum! Rest assured! I won’t let you die! I will ensure you live well, surviving miserably with your useless body!

Then eagerly await your master! See if he will still come to save you, this useless waste!"

Count Dorne, hearing this, could no longer hold on! His eyes rolled back, and he fainted directly.

Land did not crush his entire body as one might expect, instead he lifted him like a rag, turned his head to look back, and shouted: