I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 505 - 413: Dragon Slaying, the Future of the Human Race

Chapter 505: Chapter 413: Dragon Slaying, the Future of the Human Race

Deep within the mountain range, a massive canyon splits the earth like a crack, with sheer rock walls on either side that are as sharp as if carved by a knife.

The bottom of the canyon is filled with a faint scent of sulfur mixed with the unique musk of the Dragon Race, floating in the wind and exuding a sense of oppressive dread — this is one of the largest Dragon Nests in the region.

The rock faces are riddled with holes of various sizes; the bigger ones can accommodate several giant dragons resting side by side, while the smaller ones allow young dragons to curl up inside.

Occasionally, a massive shadow can be seen poking its head out from the caves, a giant dragon grooming its scales.

Some dragons unfurl their sky-covering wings, patrolling the canyon from above, golden vertical pupils warily scanning the movements below; on the ground, dozens of young dragons are either lying or resting, some with bluish-gray scales gnawing at the bones of unknown beasts; others with sharp horns, lazily swinging their tails and stirring up dust, ready to spring up showing their fangs at the slightest movement.

At this moment, a figure slowly appeared in the thicket at the canyon’s entrance.

Carot is draped in a green cloak, its surface patterns perfectly blending with the surrounding vegetation, with even the vein patterns on the leaves distinctly visible, as if he was a part of the forest.

He has suppressed all his aura, stepping lightly as if leaves falling, each step precisely placed either on dry leaves or rock gaps without making the slightest sound — this “Stealth Cloak” was custom-made by Taoist Duobao from the Mythical Society, capable not only of disguising his form but also isolating spiritual energy fluctuations, making it hard for even high-tier dragons to sense his presence.

Half-crouching behind a giant rock, the green cloak envelops him entirely, leaving only his sharp eyes exposed, cautiously surveying the layout of the Dragon Nest.

His gaze swept across the dragon caves on the rock faces, clearly sensing the mighty presences within — a Tier Seven giant dragon, along with a dozen Tier Six dragons and young dragons, and countless more low-tier young dragons.

Carot frowned secretly; after he slew the Red Dragon King, a new Tier Seven Dragon King had moved into this Dragon Nest, and even the number of dragons had increased significantly.

But he didn’t retreat; in order to help the village resolve the crisis, he had to destroy this Dragon Nest.

A long saber suddenly appeared in his hand, its blade flickering with a faint silver glow; it was the second crafted Spiritual Artifact by Taoist Duobao — the Dragon Slayer Blade.

His grip on the saber was steady as a rock; he took a deep breath, leveraging the cloak’s concealment, moving stealthily like a ghost towards the depths of the canyon.

Along the way, the young dragon species didn’t sense the approaching danger, some continued soaking up the sun lazily, while others tore at and tussled with each other.

Carot skillfully avoided their gaze, using protrusions of the rock walls and the cover of the thicket, constantly nearing the core region of the Dragon Nest — where the strongest Tier Seven black dragon’s cave resides.

Suddenly, a huge Iron Armor Dragon emerged from the cave, its body covered in heavy black scales, like a layer of armor, with three sharp horns on its head, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

It seemed to have sensed something, stopping in its tracks, lifting its head towards Carot’s hiding place to sniff, a hint of confusion flashing in its golden pupils.

Carot’s heart leapt to his throat; he held his breath, suppressing his spiritual energy completely, even slowing his heartbeat intentionally.

The cloak’s stealth effect was maximized at this moment, after sniffing for a while, the Iron Armor Dragon didn’t find anything unusual, eventually swinging its tail impatiently and turning away towards the outside of the canyon — it’s going hunting.

Not until the Iron Armor Dragon’s figure vanished from the canyon entrance did Carot slowly exhale, the sweat on his forehead drying in the breeze.

He didn’t dare delay, continuing his stealthy approach to the core region, his steps more cautious than before.

Soon, the largest dragon cave appeared ahead, the entrance shrouded in dense black mist, through which a huge black shadow could be vaguely seen lying inside — the Tier Seven black dragon.

Its breathing was heavy and prolonged, with each inhale causing the surrounding air to fluctuate, the black scales shimmering with a cold luster in the dim light.

Carot lay in ambush behind a rock a hundred meters away, his spiritual energy already spread out like a spider’s web, imprinting the black dragon’s breathing rhythm and the vulnerable points between its scales on his mind.

The heaving of the black dragon’s chest while asleep was as heavy as a collapsing mountain, each exhale kicking up rock dust, yet in Carot’s eyes, the giant creature’s weaknesses were exposed — the third dragon scale and the fourth scale below its neck, precisely the dragon’s reverse scale.

“Now’s the time!”

A cold gleam suddenly intensified in his eyes, his form beneath the green cloak transforming into a streak of silver light, spiritual energy bursting beneath his feet, propelling him airborne like a predator falcon, darting straight for the depths of the dragon cave.

The spiritual long saber in his hand hummed and trembled, silver-white spiritual energy coursing along the blade, ultimately condensing at the blade’s tip into a sharp ray, the air echoing with the screech of spiritual energy ripping through.

“Roar—!”

The black dragon abruptly opened its eyes, its golden vertical pupils instantly filled with viciousness, fury from the disturbance of its slumber intertwined with forewarnings of mortal threat, instinctively unleashing the majesty of a Tier Seven giant dragon.

The immense draconic might surged towards Carot like a tsunami, loose stones cascaded from the rock walls, even the space seemed distorted under the pressure.

But Carot did not retreat; instead, his spiritual energy surged mightily, silver light condensing into a semi-transparent Shield, forcefully bracing against the onslaught of dragon might, while he uttered a low cry in his heart: “[Slash Dragon Armor-Breaking]!”

Before the voice had even faded, he twisted his wrist, and the Spiritual Long Saber traced a perfect arc. The blade’s razor-sharp glow suddenly tripled, slicing through the darkness like lightning, striking precisely at the gap between the scales on the black dragon’s neck!

“Clang—Screech!”

At first, there was a crisp sound of metal clashing; the black dragon’s prized dragon scales were pierced like paper under the Spiritual Energy’s sharpness, followed by the ear-piercing sound of flesh tearing.

The Spiritual Long Saber plunged into the black dragon’s neck without any resistance. The silver-white energy exploded at the wound, instantly destroying its cervical bones and blood vessels.

The black dragon had no time to let out a complete scream before its massive head, carrying an unwilling inertia, tilted forward, crashing to the ground with a “boom,” raising a cloud of dust.

Black dragon blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed neck, splashing with scalding heat, yet in midair, it was intercepted by a red glow—a Blood Spirit Bead at Karlot’s waist suddenly flew out, hovering above the wound, its body forming an invisible vortex that absorbed all the several hundred pounds of high-tier dragon blood.

Within the black dragon’s golden pupils, there lingered terror and disbelief faced with its imminent death—it had never imagined that it would be so easily pierced by a human with a long saber, nor had it imagined meeting such a fate, severed from its body.

Karlot raised his hand to call back the Blood Spirit Bead, then took out the Space Jade Pendant, aiming it at the dragon’s corpse and head. As he injected Spiritual Energy, two faint blue halos flickered, and the massive dragon body and head were instantly absorbed into the pendant, leaving behind only the un-dried bloodstains.

“Roar! Roar! Roar!”

The death aura of the black dragon ignited like a powder keg, instantly setting off the entire Dragon Nest.

From the dragon’s nests in the rocky walls, dragons poked their heads out. Seeing the dragon head and bloodstains on the ground, they let out deafening roars, fury filling their golden, red, and green eyes.

The dragon subspecies on the ground became even more frantic, pouncing toward Karlot from all directions.

Karlot leaped, Spiritual Energy gathering at his feet, allowing him to float steadily in mid-air.

In the next moment, two hundred Explosive Iron Balls suddenly appeared, suspended before him under his control like a mass of dark clouds.

“Go!” He uttered in a low voice, waving his arm, and the two hundred iron balls scattered like a shower of black petals, flying toward various parts of the canyon—some accurately landed at the mouth of dragon burrows, some struck the gathering hordes of dragon subspecies, while others rolled into the dry branches piled at the canyon’s bottom, ready to ignite.

“Roar!”

A Tier Six red dragon was the first to burst through the chaos, its wings aflame as it lunged forward, its claws wreathed in searing heat, grasping at Karlot. Karlot’s gaze sharpened, and with a slight motion of his finger, an invisible detonation signal was transmitted to all the Explosive Iron Balls.

“Boom—!!!”

An earth-shattering explosion erupted as the two hundred Explosive Iron Balls detonated simultaneously.

The fearsome shock wave hit like invisible giant fists, overturning the canyon in an instant. Flames shot into the sky, painting half of it red, while rock fragments, dragon scales, and flesh flew in the intense heat. The agonizing cries of the Dragon Race were buried beneath the deafening roar, and even the ground trembled violently as if it were about to collapse.

Karlot decapitated the Tier Six giant dragon in one swift slash, while simultaneously a thick Spirit Shield enveloped him, shielding him from the flying debris and scorching waves.

After a long while, the explosion ceased, and he glanced downward.

What was once a steep canyon was now almost leveled, with the ground covered in deep pits several meters across. Charred dragon corpses and subspecies bodies lay scattered in disarray, black dragon blood evaporating in the flames, turning into acrid smoke.

As the explosion subsided, only the faint sounds of groans remained in the canyon.

Karlot scanned the battlefield, discovering that only three dying Tier Six giant dragons were still struggling; the rest of the Dragon Race had been wiped out.

He marveled inwardly—two hundred Explosive Iron Balls had such devastating power, several times stronger than he had anticipated.

At this moment, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

On this planet, humans had been oppressed by dragons for thousands of years, surviving like ants in the gaps, with any slight mistake leading to the destruction of entire villages.

And now, he had awakened his Spiritual Energy, his strength surpassing even the Dragon Blood War God, and he had the Mythical Society’s backing and support.

“Perhaps… I can lead humans to rise up.”

Karlot clenched his fist, a light flashing in his eyes like never before.

He was no longer the disheartened youth hiding in a wooden cabin because he couldn’t awaken dragon blood, nor was he a lone cultivator on his solitary journey—he wanted to break this millennia-old shackle, freeing humanity from their “ant” fate, and truly carve out a future for humans on this planet dominated by dragons.