Today's sunlight is particularly dazzling, and the noontime temperature at the Border Area is not chilly, exceptionally comfortable.
But in front of the Red Iron Dragon that has torn the earth and stands amidst the ruins, almost all goblins feel as if they've fallen into an ice cave, hands and feet cold, unable to feel any warmth.
However, no race is lacking in warriors.
A golem more advanced than the Flesh Ripper suddenly rose up, launching a surprise attack from behind.
The Red Iron Dragon did not even glance over, casually swiping its tail, Dragon Scales on the tail aligning like a giant blade, instantly slicing through the Mechanical Golem.
"Pitiful toy."
The Red Iron Dragon's voice is unhurried, yet echoes clearly in the ruins.
The afterimage of the swinging Dragon Tail is still frozen in the air, and the ambushing golem has already turned into scattered steel parts, clinking and clattering as they roll onto the scorched ground.
Meanwhile, more shadows close in.
