Chapter 135: Md and You’re About to Explode!
The Burst Scale Dragon, sitting atop its ecological niche, had but one flaw—its inability to dogfight bombers as effectively as fighter jets. Despite this, it could transform the entire New Continent into its personal hunting ground, including the Valley of Miasma.
In the future, this monster’s range would extend beyond the New Continent, spreading to the Old Continent and eventually encompassing the entire world.
Though its head was somewhat bloated, the Burst Scale Dragon’s silvery-white body remained sleek and aesthetically pleasing.
Jié Jié, transformed into a Burst Scale Dragon, took a deep breath and exhaled.
Truly, being at the top of the food chain had its advantages in evolution. Unlike Fire Dragons, it didn’t fear miasma excessively, and its ability to operate at high altitudes meant it didn’t have the same oxygen dependency as other monsters.
Jié Jié flapped his wings but didn’t ascend as easily as he would have as a Fire Dragon.
The Burst Scale Dragon’s wings lacked significant muscle distribution and were more akin to gliding wings.
It seemed that its superior traits in other areas came at the cost of flight capability.
Typically, for long-distance flights, Burst Scale Dragons had to climb from the ground to higher elevations, but Jiejie didn’t need to exert himself so much.
He could leverage the advantages of other monsters to compensate and approach perfection.
Intense air currents compressed in his mouth, exploding outward as a storm upon release.
Amidst the chaotic airflow within the storm, the wind pressure flowing through the cracks in his scales organized the currents, allowing even the cumbersome bomber to take off on the spot.
Using the rising air currents of the Valley of Miasma, Jiejie began to leisurely patrol the deep, three-dimensional valley floor at a slower pace, searching for traces and clues of his target.
All flight begins with gliding, yet the Burst Scale Dragon’s glide differed greatly from that of a Fire Dragon.
Whereas the Fire Dragon soared fiercely against the skies, the Burst Scale Dragon glided lazily to conserve energy while hunting, moving slowly and emitting prolonged calls, drifting gracefully.
This led to an evolution of superior ground-target suppression abilities.
Compared to the Terror Tyrant and Golden Lion, also apex predators, the Burst Scale Dragon was far safer, free from overeating or mood swings. Its more powerful subspecies, the Crimson Lotus Burst Scale Dragon, merely enhanced its aerial-to-ground suppression capabilities due to heightened energy levels.
Unlike the stronger subspecies of the Terror Tyrant and Golden Lion—where the Panicked Terror Tyrant suffered hormonal imbalances and the Enraged Golden Lion lost its transformation switch in battles—these creatures were destined not to last long.
This carefree demeanor bore some resemblance to the Spiny Dragon, proving the evolutionary advantages of the flying dragon species.
For days, Jiejie continued this leisurely routine, his chaotic perception naturally adjusting his gliding path until he spotted monsters battling below.
An elderly Wind Drifter Dragon unable to leave the Valley of Miasma faced its natural enemy, the Grim Claw Dragon, putting up a desperate fight.
Most Wind Drifter Dragons die during their descent into the valley; survivors after falling were rare, causing Jiejie to squint for identification.
Its color was darker than ordinary Wind Drifter Dragons. If not for its battered state near death, it might have been a distinguished elder?
A Frost Winged Wind Drifter Dragon? The Ground Crying Dragon still strained.
After all, his previous passing through did not signify the end of his patrol.
“Annnnnng～～”
The Burst Scale Dragon’s siren-like roar announced his arrival.
Raindrops a meter long scattered from the sky, exploding into brilliant sparks on the battlefield.
No need to resist death any longer; death had gently knocked on the final door.
When the firelight of the explosion dissipated, the Grim Claw Dragon was nowhere to be seen, leaving only the deceased Frost Winged Wind Drifter Dragon.
The Burst Scale Dragon descended elegantly from the sky, swinging its dining knife like silver elegance.
The meal concluded, the storm lifted the Burst Scale Dragon to continue the patrol.
The dark Valley of Miasma saw no sunlight, and Jiejie didn’t know how much time had passed.
What he was certain of was that he often stumbled upon monsters fighting, even encountering a seasoned Grim Claw Dragon.
Was it because the monsters in the Valley of Miasma were aggressive and fought fiercely?
This lifeless place, save for a nearsighted Flathead Monkey, clearly lacked the troublemaking prowess of the Ancient Tree Forest.
Strange.
But wasn’t this good news?
He finally found his target.
The true master of the Valley of Miasma, the Corpse Suit Dragon, was currently beating the seasoned Grim Claw Dragon mercilessly.
Needless to say, it was definitely the Flathead Monkey who provoked first.
The Flathead Monkey wanted to become the number one in the Valley of Miasma today again.
Jiejie hovered in the air with the help of the air current, observing the figure covered in corpses.
Compared to the Storm-wrapped old Steel Dragon and the Ocean vortex-summoning Abyssal Wave Dragon, the Corpse Suit Dragon merely wore decaying flesh, appearing unremarkable, with a thin body and slender limbs.
Yet these slender limbs and emaciated body were now brutally pounding the seasoned Grim Claw Dragon.
Should he intervene?
So much time had passed, and the unexplored areas of the Valley of Miasma were gradually shrinking, yet he hadn’t encountered the Sulfur Slaying Dragon or acquired its form.
If the metal-lustered shell of the Slaying Dragon gave him immense security, then his current Burst Scale Dragon form provided none at all.
Everyone knew the Burst Scale Dragon’s meat was explosively delicious, its scales soft like puff pastry.
As Jiejie hesitated, the Grim Claw Dragon retreated under the corpse-covered assault of the Master of the Corpse Membrane.
“Take him down!”
The Flathead Monkey’s valuable spirit ignited Jiejie’s fighting spirit. More explosive liquid secreted from the burst glands under his chin, forming burst scales that hung down.
This was courage!
The Burst Scale Dragon slightly shook his head, causing several loose burst scales to fall.
He began a dive, using his full strength from the start, unleashing his most damaging move—
The Bomber’s Sacrificial Explosive Dive.
Shaking his head mid-dive, the first wave of detached burst scales rained down onto the ground and onto the Corpse Suit Dragon.
Under Jiejie’s consciousness and the airflow, the Burst Scale Dragon’s wings constantly adjusted to ensure precise hits on the Corpse Suit Dragon.
Even if the Ancient Dragon’s Shame was still an Ancient Dragon, the Corpse Suit Dragon possessed no signs of calamity since the miasma deep within the Valley of Miasma, if sprayed upon landing, would cause a catastrophic disaster wiping out all life.
At this moment, Jiejie felt like an incredibly nervous bomber pilot, ready to sacrifice his life like flames to annihilate the enemy, repeatedly checking equipment, aiming, and calibrating the wings.
“Md and you’re about to explode! I’m going to speedrun through the Valley of Miasma!”
He was about to collide with a living wonder of nature.
Self-destruct! It feels great!
