Quentin flapped its wings and arrived at the location stored in its memory.
It intended to first absorb the refined dragon blood from the storage facility before dealing with the walking humans.
It didn't need to absorb all the dragon blood; it only needed enough to allow it to cross the Dream Barrier.
But when it truly arrived above the Hall of Divine Revelation, it was utterly stunned.
Quentin learned from the High Priest's memory that this was where the materials for the divine water were stored.
Because almost only High Priests could use the gods to create the divine water, this place was usually guarded only by a few Guards and a dedicated Priest.
Even if these items were stolen, they would be useless outside, which is why the defensive strength was so minimal.
But now, the original location of the Hall of Divine Revelation was completely empty; only the paved floor of the former building could barely be discerned, while the remaining roof and walls had vanished.
At the same time, many torches had been added to the former site of the Hall of Divine Revelation.
These strange phenomena made Quentin extremely confused, and it used its head, which was immeasurably larger than a human's, to ponder what was happening.
Is my dragon blood still here? But there are no traces of the Blood-Devouring Vines on the ground, not even a patch of soil.
Quentin hovered in the air, using its Dark Vision to carefully search below.
But the more it looked, the more confused it became. The area below seemed to have been converted into a platform, surrounded by many prepared weapons... Just then, a loud roar drew its attention. It tilted its head down and saw a glowing sphere flying up at high speed.
Judging by the trajectory of the light sphere, it wouldn't hit itself, so what was this light sphere for?
Just then, the light sphere rose to a spot not far below it, then abruptly stopped and instantly exploded, shooting intense light directly into Quentin's eyes.
"Ah!" Quentin was completely unprepared; the light sphere exploded instantly, causing it to lose its sight momentarily. At the same time, its body began to struggle wildly in a chain reaction.
The frequency of its dragon wings flapping increased slightly, and its dragon head continuously swung back and forth—this was its instinct to evade attack.
Meanwhile, a ball of fury brewed in its chest. Throughout the entire dream, only the people of Monsa City had the capability to launch such an attack against it.
"Angmar, it seems you truly wish to die." It immediately locked onto the most likely culprit; only its old associate could mobilize so many people at this moment.
It decided that it must also take Angmar's remains out of the dream, preventing that person from resurrecting when the dream restarted.
Down below, the Half-Dragon People were either holding weapons or busy working on a large machine.
At this moment, there were nearly two hundred Half-Dragon People just in this area—the result of Furan's War Mobilization.
Although they might not be very effective in a fight against a Second-Tier Dragon, they would ultimately have to rely on the Lord of Radiance behind Furan.
But Furan also made some efforts, such as greatly expanding the number of Half-Dragon People, and Furan personally set about making some large weapons.
After being promoted to a Formal Mage, although she couldn't use Spiritual Power intensity exceeding that of an Apprentice in the Spirit World, a Formal Mage's Spiritual Power reserve was still much greater than an Apprentice's.
In this situation, she could fabricate these machines much faster and more accurately.
What several Half-Dragon People were operating was a large Ballista, five meters long, with the string already drawn; it only needed the angle to be adjusted.
Placed upon it was a large Arrow, the arrowhead of which shone with a cold light and had a thin, dark red coating, formed by smearing a small amount of dragon blood.
In addition, Furan used special means to add the Radiant Blessing to this arrowhead, slightly increasing its lethality.
Although such a large Arrow couldn't instantly kill Quentin, it could at least inflict some damage.
After receiving the signal from the Half-Dragon People operating the Ballista that they had aimed, the recovered Lyle gave the command to fire.
The five Ballistas simultaneously emitted a vibrating sound, and five Arrows slid through their grooves, shooting toward Quentin, who was still shaking its head in the sky.
Of course, one shouldn't expect high accuracy against such an aerial unit. Although the people below tried their best to aim, three Arrows missed entirely, merely streaking across the night sky.
One Arrow plunged directly into Quentin's chest. The outer Dragon Scales were shattered by the Impact, tearing open a large wound, and the Arrow was deeply embedded.
The other Arrow only lightly struck Quentin's hind limb; the arrowhead pierced through and got stuck there.
These two sudden attacks interrupted Quentin's thoughts, and it almost plummeted due to the assault.
This infuriated it immensely. After becoming a Dragon, it would not tolerate anyone challenging its authority like this.
Although having two Arrows stuck in its body was somewhat gruesome, with small amounts of Fresh Blood seeping from the wounds.
For an ordinary person, this might be a severe injury, and hitting a vital point would be fatal, but for Quentin, a Dragon, it was merely a minor injury.
But it sensed the substance on the Arrow embedded in its body—it was its dragon blood. It could feel that this dragon blood had been specially treated, and its current purpose was to increase lethality.
And this kind of dragon blood was already impure; absorbing it would be extremely strenuous.
It suddenly opened its eyes, revealing two massive Dragon Pupils. Now, it was time to clean up the area below.
Quentin opened its massive dragon maw, accumulating terrifying heat in its chest. Even the surrounding air carried small sparks, and the flapping speed of its dragon wings slightly slowed down.
But just then, a sense of crisis welled up in its heart. Quentin suddenly realized that a powerful attack was about to strike its head.
This attack was not like the two Arrows that could only inflict minor injuries; this was an attack that could genuinely threaten it, or even severely wound it.
It stopped charging the Dragon Flame, looked around, but saw no sign of an attack approaching. Could it be... Quentin raised its dragon head and looked up. A thrusting force violently struck its back, and it could only see the trailing shadow of a massive beam of light falling from the sky.
Its dragon wings could not flap under these circumstances, and the power of this attack was so immense that it couldn't pull itself away from the beam of light.
Quentin's massive Dragon Body plummeted rapidly, slamming hard into the ground. The powerful Impact caused it to sink into the dirt, with only half its body visible above the surface.
Fighting against the pressure, it widened its Dragon Pupils and stared intently at the crowd surrounding it.
Where it was staring, there was a person wearing a Golden Robe. It could sense that the radiance in their hand had the same composition as the attack that struck it.
"Who are you???" Quentin roared out, filled with anger and confusion.
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