Chapter 755: One Hundred Maniacs Unleashed

The massive dragon ship tore through space, flying straight toward [Vyrmgrave Planet].

Outside the windows, broken asteroids, dead stars, and drifting dragon bones passed by like shadows.

Garion stood near the front with his arms crossed, watching the black-red planet grow larger in the distance. "How long until we arrive?"

Varkhor looked at the spatial map. "Not long. Around two to three hours."

Garion clicked his tongue. "Still too long."

Atlas floated beside him.

[You are about to invade an enemy planet. Waiting three hours will not kill you.]

Garion grinned. "Boredom might."

Three hours later, the ship finally arrived at the outer region of [Vyrmgrave Planet].

Up close, the planet looked even more sinister.

Jagged rings of dragon bones, broken armor, and metallic debris surrounded it like a graveyard halo.

Dark red mist flowed from the surface, while countless hostile auras moved across the outer battlefield.

Nyxvar narrowed his eyes. "We cannot go any deeper. Their spatial locks and anti-dragon formations will interfere with the ship."

Varkhor looked toward Garion. "From here on, you are on your own."

Garion’s grin widened. "Good enough."

He turned around and looked at the one hundred God Gym athletes behind him.

Dahlia stood at the front with her arms crossed, silver-black disaster aura quietly rising from her body.

The other members were also strengthening their bodies, already restless and eager to jump into action after a month of brutal training.

Garion waved his hand forward. "Let’s go."

The next moment, God Gym’s force rushed out of the ship and entered space.

At the same time, the Dragon Slayers stationed near the outer battlefield noticed them.

Several figures wearing dragon-bone armor turned their heads.

"Hm?"

"People appeared!"

"They’re not dragons..."

"But that killing intent..."

A Dragon Slayer captain raised his weapon and roared, "Enemies have attacked!"

Another laughed coldly. "How crazy. They dare attack us? Kill them all!"

The Dragon Slayers charged forward.

Dahlia floated at the front of God Gym’s force and slowly grinned. "Come on, everyone. Let it all out."

She pointed toward the enemy army. "Just think about all the torture you went through for this moment! Now use that rage and beat them all up!"

The moment those words fell, the eyes of the one hundred athletes turned bloodshot.

Then, like beasts finally released from their cages, they roared crazily and charged forward.

Rynar and Rynor were the first to shoot forward.

"Let’s go, let’s go!" Rynar shouted.

Rynor’s body was instantly coated in golden lightning.

The next moment, he vanished.

A Dragon Slayer barely had time to react before Rynor suddenly appeared in front of him, his sharp golden eyes filled with smug confidence.

"Too slow."

Rynor directly landed a kick on the Dragon Slayer’s chest.

BANG!

The Dragon Slayer was sent flying backward, smashing into an asteroid behind him hard enough to crack the entire thing.

Rynar immediately shouted, "Hey, hey! Don’t leave me behind!"

Flames exploded around his body as he rushed forward like a blazing meteor.

Unlike Rynor, he was not as fast, so the Dragon Slayer he targeted had enough time to pull out a huge sword. "Damn it! Don’t underestimate me! I am a Dragon Slayer!"

The Dragon Slayer roared and swung his large blade toward Rynar the moment he arrived.

Rynar did not even bother dodging.

Instead, he punched directly toward the blade.

CRACK!

The sword instantly shattered.

Rynar’s fist continued forward without slowing down, smashing into the Dragon Slayer and sending him crashing downward into a field of broken dragon bones.

Rynar laughed loudly. "Haha! One down too!"

Clara immediately shouted from behind, "Hey, hey, hey! Don’t go first and beat them all up! Leave some for us!"

She snapped her fingers dramatically while looking back at the others. "Come on, hurry up! Don’t let those two dumb twins take everything!"

The athletes roared and scattered, each searching for their own targets.

Dozens of violet energy balls appeared around Clara, sparkling like tiny stars.

Clara looked at them with a playful smile before hurling them one by one toward the Dragon Slayers.

The enemies hit by the violet energy did not explode or die. Instead, their eyes suddenly closed.

Their bodies went limp as they sank into the land of eternal illusion.

A second later, cold silver light flickered beside each sleeping enemy.

Eliza appeared silently.

With one clean strike, each Dragon Slayer was killed before they could ever wake up.

Clara waved cheerfully. "Good night, oh mighty Dragon Slayers! Please enjoy your nightmare from now on!"

Eliza appeared beside her again and said softly, "Too loud."

Clara chuckled and hugged her friend from the side. "Oh, come on! Why are you still like this?"

Eliza only sighed.

At the same time, the others no longer held back.

Velion spread his dark wings and rushed straight into the enemy lines.

His red skin, black horns, and powerful demonic body made him look terrifying as he crashed through the Dragon Slayers like a demonic berserker.

He didn’t use any fancy movements. He punched, kicked, grabbed, and threw, so basically, anyone who came close got trashed by pure physical force.

Meanwhile, Dion smiled lazily from behind, casually throwing bottles of wine toward his friends. "Take this, everyone. Enjoy the battle properly."

Clara’s eyes brightened when she saw one of the bottles flying toward her.

She reached out and caught it smoothly. Without hesitation, she pulled out the cork and took a drink.

The next moment, violet light sparkled around her body, and the small illusions following her movements multiplied several times.

Clara turned to Dion and grinned widely. "Hehe, as expected, Dion! Your wine is the best! Not only is it tasty, but the buff is insane!"

Dion smiled elegantly and lifted another bottle. "Of course. Now, let’s start the real party."

He flicked his finger.

Several more wine bottles flew out, spreading across the battlefield and landing in the hands of different God Gym athletes.

From the back, Garion watched the chaotic battlefield and laughed loudly.

Rachel stood beside him, looking at the scene with a helpless smile. "This doesn’t look like a war anymore. It looks like a party."

Garion’s grin widened. "That’s better, isn’t it?"