A smile appeared at the corner of Furan's lips, but she did not respond to Quentin's roar.
She carefully sensed the radiance in her hand, realizing that after using the previous attack, the radiance could still be used five more times.
This was Furan's reliance in this battle, given to her by the Lord of Radiance, who said that under the current circumstances, this was the most assistance he could provide—no more was available.
Its effect was to unleash a powerful attack or enhance clerical skills.
Relying solely on these to defeat a Second-Tier Dragon was still somewhat difficult; a bit of additional help was needed.
And with nearly two hundred 'Half-Dragon People,' that gap could definitely be filled, especially since Furan had also created many mechanical aids.
As Quentin descended, the surrounding 'Half-Dragon People' had already begun adjusting other ballistae to aim at Quentin; these machines were crucial weapons for killing this dragon.
She had made a total of twelve ballistae, initially using only five to attack Quentin in the sky because she knew the accuracy against aerial targets was low.
If all shots missed, her efforts would have been in vain, so she only had five ballistae conduct a probing attack in the first wave.
It turned out that using a Flashbang and some ranged weapons was hardly enough to bring down a flying dragon; in the end, she had no choice but to use a radiance skill to bring the dragon down.
Otherwise, no matter how well-prepared she was, hitting a dragon flying in the sky would be futile; only by bringing it down could her preparations be effective.
Quentin's roar went unanswered, and the pressure on its body continued to increase, prompting it to launch an attack without hesitation.
A simple fireball instantly shot from its mouth; this time, it didn't bother with charging up, aiming for an instant release.
The fireball scorched the air along its path, reaching Furan in an instant, colliding with a thin film of light and exploding directly, the flames scorching a nearby 'Half-Dragon Person.'
"Sss!" The 'Half-Dragon Person' gritted their teeth against the pain and shouted loudly;
"Everyone! Begin the attack!!"
"Kill the evil dragon!!"
It was like dropping a piece of sodium into calm water—everyone charged forward, the dragon transformation potion granting them powerful physical prowess that now came into play.
As the charge command was given, loud booms erupted from both sides of Quentin as arrows were forcefully launched.
These arrows were larger and twice as heavy as before; the heavy attacks shattered the protruding scales upon contact with the dragon's hide.
"Ah!" The dragon's head bent downward in pain.
Seven arrow shafts deeply embedded into the dragon's body; this attack made Quentin cry out in agony, showing how much damage it had inflicted.
Lyle charged at the front of the group; from Angmar the Priest's account a few days prior, he knew this dragon would destroy Monsa.
Added to that, this dragon was transformed from the High Priest, which fueled his actions with a touch of hatred.
He hated the High Priest's inaction, tolerating the Priests who fabricated charges to send innocents to that hellish place.
Lyle raised a hoe high and struck the dragon's body with all his might, but the hard scales only chipped off a few fragments, causing no further harm to Quentin.
However, Lyle had long anticipated that their damage would only wear down the dragon's scales over time, but this was precisely their tactic.
He quickly adjusted his angle, scraping off another small piece of scale; they already knew that with normal weapons, they might not be able to harm the dragon at all, even with their utmost effort.
But they could reduce the thickness of Quentin's scales as much as possible, making the ballistae and Furan's attacks more lethal; for this, they specifically chose weapons that could scrape off more fragments.
A group of 'Half-Dragon People' wielded hoes and Pickaxes, vigorously striking every scale on Quentin's body.
Quentin was furious; its dignity as a True Dragon was being trampled underfoot by these humans with not a drop of dragon blood.
It quickly charged up, ignoring a 'Half-Dragon Person' striking a scale near its eye with a hoe.
Quentin twisted its neck, aiming its head downward, and spewed a fireball directly.
The fireball exploded upon contact with the ground, the blast sending the 'Half-Dragon People' surrounding Quentin on both sides flying.
In an instant, all the 'Half-Dragon People' around Quentin were blasted away by the exploding fireball, their clothes burned with several large holes, their skin turning purplish-red.
Quentin was enraged at those hidden figures launching these arrows; it slid its neck like an eel, swiftly turning its head toward the direction from which one of the arrows had come.
Its massive maw opened wide, revealing sharp black fangs; a red glow emerged in its throat, followed by a large burst of flames continuously spewing from its mouth.
About eighty meters from the battlefield, several 'Half-Dragon People' were loading a Ballista, struggling to lift the arrow into place, about to pull the bowstring.
A stream of fire shot from afar, engulfing everyone, reducing the Ballista to ashes along with them.
When the flames died down, only humanoid forms with scales almost shattered, bodies covered in burns, barely breathing, and a pile of black ash remained on the spot.
Just as Quentin wanted to pick off each Ballista one by one, before it could spew the fireball charged in its mouth,
a glimmer of light suddenly appeared before its eyes, and a force clamped its jaws shut from above and below.
This was Furan using another Radiance Divine Skill, and this time the effect was significant, not wasting the opportunity she seized.
Quentin's jaws bit down hard on a fireball, the heat exploding in its mouth, making it extremely uncomfortable.
At that moment, eleven arrows from different directions blasted into its body, two piercing through its wings and sticking together.
It could no longer fly; not to mention its wings were already damaged, the numerous arrows densely embedded in its body added weight, making takeoff difficult.
And Furan also noticed its deteriorating condition, unleashing all the radiance in her hand into an extremely powerful attack.
A giant sword fell from the sky, composed of light, descending with immense kinetic energy straight into Quentin's back, loosening its wings and leaving a large circular hole in its body.
The Impact wave from the Light Sword's descent spread outward, the powerful airflow nearly extinguishing all torches on the field, leaving only scattered sparks on the ground to emit light.
Lyle hurriedly lit a torch and approached the dragon's body, seeing the dragon's head lying weakly on the ground, its huge dragon eyes unclosed.
He inspected it himself before confirming that the dragon was dead.
Lyle seemed to lose all strength, kneeling on the ground, letting the burning pain torment his mind as he shouted to the sky.
"The evil dragon is dead!!!"
The battlefield fell silent for a moment, then someone immediately responded.
"We have won!!!"
Everyone immediately dropped their weapons and began celebrating the victory.
Lyle turned and scanned the area, pausing briefly on each person.
But he did not find the figure in the golden robe, only a footprint pattern indented in the soil where they had stood.
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