Damn it, get out of the way, don't block my path!"
The Fishmen Baron's strong, powerful four arms, with their sharp claws, pushed aside and tore through the Fishmen Warriors blocking his way.
His powerful weapons, enhanced by the Fishmen Priestess's magic, could easily break through the young True Dragon's defenses, but he had already discarded the four weapons he previously held, and the treasures he had plundered and hung on his body were also thrown away, all just to gain a little more speed for his escape.
One by one, the Fishmen Warriors did not die at the hands of the True Dragon and their kin, but at the hands of their own tribe's ruler; any common Warrior who stood in front of the Fishmen Baron was torn in half by their ruler.
These common Fishmen Warriors, caught off guard, fell one by one on the escape route, their warm, Fishy smell blood splattering across the coast; the plundered gold coins, gems, and jewelry were also soaked in blood, mixing with the salty sea breeze to form a strange odor that spread across the entire vast coastline.
But the Fishmen Baron didn't care about these common Fishmen Warriors; the sea was boundless, and Fishmen were plentiful; as long as he could return to the sea, he could still easily raise a tribe no weaker than the current one.
He was now utterly terrified, feeling that his strong four limbs, which used to be able to wrestle with a young White True Dragon, were somewhat sore and weak.
He desperately rushed towards the sea, which usually seemed within reach, only wanting to survive the terrifying Red Dragon's clutches, but now the Fishmen Baron suddenly felt this path was so long.
"Damn it, why didn't they investigate the situation here clearly? Why is there still a monster like a Red Dragon here? I'm going to slaughter that Fishmen!"
The fear and terror in the Fishmen Baron's heart turned into rage and ruthlessness; he decided that if he could escape, he would definitely skin and disembowel the Fishmen who patrolled the sea, and then feed him alive to his pet sharks.
Roar!
Germot's body, where it wasn't protected by scales, bore several wounds; dragon bloodoverflowed from these deep wounds, injuries inflicted by the Fishmen Baron and the Fishmentwo-armed Warriors.
But now the pain from these injuries had transformed into his desire for slaughter; Germot's wings were not as strong and hard as a Red Dragon's, so he simply folded his wings and ran through the town like a predatory beast in the grasslands and forests.
Bang!
The young White Dragon's body, like a moving bulldozer, crashed into the running FishmenWarrior crowd; its sharp True Dragon claws cut through the Fishmen Warriors' legs like the sharpest swords.
The Fishmen's tough leg bones were also severed by the White Dragon's sharp claws, their bodies split in half; the lower half fell to the ground, while the upper half, carried by the forward momentum, was thrown several meters forward before they realized their legs had been severed, letting out tragic wails.
But the White Dragon, rushing past, stomped down with its thick limbs, crushing these terrified and wailing Fishmen Warriors into a pulp, their blood gradually staining the True Dragon's white scales.
"Awoo, slaughter! I enjoy this feeling; this is the life a Wolf should have."
The powerful Dragonborne Wolf ran across the rooftops of the town, specifically choosing areas with the most Fishmen Warriors to pursue; the monster's natural sharp claws became instruments of slaughter.
Dragonborne Wolf Sahar, in his berserk state, had long white fur already stained deep red; massive amounts of blood and flesh fragments dripped from his long fur, and his crimson eyes and the thick white mist he exhaled made him a monster even more terrifying than the Fishmen.
Though the Dragonborne Wolf, skilled in combat, did not possess the massive body of the young White True Dragon, his slaughter was swifter and more effective than Germott.
The Dragonborne Wolf's agile body weaved through the crowded residences of the town; obstacles that hindered the fleeing Fishmen Warriors became his advantage.
The Wolf's immense strength allowed him to leap and traverse the crowded rooftops; each time he landed, he would take the lives of these monsters with his sharp claws, and the congested town had become the berserk Wolf's hunting ground.
Puff!
The leaping Wolf's body swept by with a blood-colored cold gleam; his long, deadly claws sliced open the necks of four or five Fishmen Warriors, causing blood to spurt and gush forth.
Among them was also a powerful Fishmen Warrior who had grown two arms; the spines of these Fishmen Warriors were also severed, their heads rolling down towards the sea, but they would never reach it.
The Centaur Warrior's running hooves possessed a speed that Fishmen Warriors could not match; the cloth strips wrapped around their hunting rifles were already soaked with the monsters' blood, and they had to grip their weapons very tightly, making these Centaur Warriors appear exceptionally brutal.
The long hunting rifles in the Centaur Warrior's hands became skewers for candied hawthorn, their immense strength and swiftness making the long spears invincible; they easily pierced through the Fishmen Warrior's tough skin, then continued to charge with the Fishmen's corpse, until the hunting rifle was full of Fishmen corpses.
The Kobolds, usually weak in combat, also snarled loudly, chasing after the Dragonkin. Their short stature became an advantage in the congested town; their naturally cruel nature towards other races meant that once they caught up to those Fishmen Warriors, they would engage in brutal torture and killing.
In the hands of the Kobolds, the Fishmen Warriors' limbs were torn off, their tough skin was peeled off and worn by the Kobolds, and finally, their heads were ripped off and hung from the Kobolds' waists as trophies and toys.
"Charge! Don't let these damned Fishmen escape back into the sea!"
"Kill them! Get back the plundered treasures!"
These human adventurers were not to be outdone; the treasures carried by the fleeing Fishmenwere their main objective.
The treasures, after being plundered by the Fishmen, had now become open and ownerless spoils of war; they coveted this wealth, and thus pursued these monsters with great enthusiasm.
Bang!
The Dwarf Warrior Kargon struck with his heavy hammer; the powerful Dwarf wielded his weapon, smashing the bones of two Fishmen Warriors, then with one blow, he crushed a terrified Fishmen Warrior and began to search his body.
"Hahaha, excellent! Looks like I can have another big drink tomorrow!"
The Dwarf Warrior excitedly stuffed the gold coins he had plundered into his pocket, then raised his heavy hammer again and chased after the Fishmen.
After the fishmen Priestesses were trampled to death by the terrifying Red Dragon, the thick fog shrouding the town had gradually dispersed, and the remaining mages also used magic to accelerate the dissipation of the fog; now the town was no longer troubled by the fog obstructing their vision.
Thus, the scene that unfolded for the Dwarf Warrior was replicated in every corner of the town; even the unaffected adventurers in the latter half of the town rushed out, having made their judgment upon witnessing the Red Dragon descending upon the earth; these adventurerstransformed into bloodthirsty predators, treating the monsters fleeing into the town as delicious prey.
Rumble!
Kalon's massive body charged like a heavy truck from a previous life; the Red Dragon, whose desire for slaughter was soaring, now somewhat disregarded whether the town's residences were destroyed.
His terrifying strength directly smashed large holes through these timber-built houses; sturdy houses were pierced and collapsed by the Red Dragon, and the rolling timber could not harm the massive Red Dragon, but it could crush and bury the Fishmen Warriors fleeing in the alleys.
The Red Dragon charged all the way, like an out-of-control metal war chariot, smashing a path through the town; dust rolled and sounds crackled wherever he passed.
Countless Fishmen were buried by collapsing houses, trampled to death and crushed by the rushing Red Dragon; the monsters' wails were the Red Dragon's battle music, and the monsters' screams were the Red Dragon's slaughter symphony.
Roar!
The violent dragon blood surged and revived, and the Red Dragon's spreading True Dragon's might was fierce; many Fishmen Warriors were so terrified by the terrifying aura that their legs turned to jelly, but the Red Dragon's aura swept over them like a tidal wave, an aura of death.
"Ah, the monster is catching up!"
"Spare me! I am willing to surrender to you true Dragon's!"
The mist shrouding the town was replaced by the Fishmen's terrified wails and pleas for mercy, but these monsters who gave up fleeing were quickly trampled by the Red Dragon, turning into a bloody mess.
Kalon's powerful charge quickly broke through the town's obstacles, leaving a trail of blood and broken flesh, but he had a new target.
His crimson eyes, brightened by blood, were fixed on the Fishmen Baron running at the very front; the Baron's strong vitality was crystal clear in his perception.
"Closer, closer! Just a few more steps and I can escape into the sea, escape from this terrifying True Dragon!"
The Fishmen Baron felt the Red Dragon's aura behind him getting closer and closer, but the seawater was also just a few steps away; a glimmer of relief arose in his terrified heart, and he leaped up, plunging towards the sea that represented life.
Bang!
The whistling, sharp wind accompanied the Fishmen Baron as he fell into the sea; a patch of blood spread in the dark blue seawater, and the Baron's strong body had every bone shattered, floating like a puddle of mud on the surging sea surface.
"Just a little bit more!"
The Fishmen Baron's lifeless fish eyes stared at the pitch-black night sky, broken internal organs and blood gushing from his mouth.
A huge log floated up and down beside him, and then a group of sharks, smelling the blood, went into a frenzy, beginning to tear at the Fishmen Baron's body, which still retained consciousness.
And the Fishmen Baron's last impression before losing consciousness was of the True Dragon descending from the sky.