Evolving Silver Dragon

Chapter 96 - 96: 095 Dragonborn Battle_l

Chapter 96: 095 Dragonborn Battle_l

Translator: 549690339

Krom’s lower-jaw fangs grew longer, making his face appear more ferocious.

However, his eyes revealed that this orc was far more rational than the werewolf who had also completed its final transformation earlier.

Suddenly, he fiercely bit his own arm, causing a large bloody wound that looked terrifying.

Yet, in no time, that bloody wound with exposed flesh started to recover visibly.

Krom nodded his head, “A fascinating change…”

He was quite satisfied with his new abilities.

Meanwhile, Sofia had recorded all these details in her notebook.

Soon, the half-elf girl nodded to the Two-headed Ogre, who loyally carried out his master’s will.

The cages holding the Gnoll and the Orc were dragged into another room, and the Ogre opened the cage doors.

The room was surrounded by thick black stone walls, with only a single entrance and exit through a stone door that moved vertically.

It looked like a sealed arena, and there was a small window high up on one of the thick stone walls.

Sofia stood behind the window, from where she could observe every corner of the central area.

These two were the strongest Dragonborn Monsters obtained in the experiment, and they inherited different abilities from Otto’s dragon vein.

Sofia wanted to know if there were any differences between these two with distinct starting points but had both undergone complete transformation rituals.

After all, a weak Gnoll and a strong, powerful Orc were worlds apart.

But now, they seemed to be quite similar.

Even their heights were almost the same at around four meters, with one having massive, swollen muscles and the other having a marble-like, rigid skin.

The two evolved Dragonborn Monsters cautiously eyed each other.

Sofia soon spoke coldly, “Show me your worth. The victor shall receive more blessings from the Silver Dragon Lord!”

Moray floated beside Sofia, laughing sinisterly, “Kill at any cost and struggle!

Haha…”

Wanting to see how capable we are…

Krom furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the half-elf girl, who seemed to be around the same age as his precious daughter, through the window.

Contrary to her cute appearance, she was much more ruthless inside.

Unlike the Orc with numerous thoughts, the Gnoll roared hoarsely and charged at its only competitor with bloodshot eyes and highly corrosive saliva dripping from its mouth after transforming into a Dragonborn.

Before the transformation, this Gnoll’s physical condition was even worse than that of the Goblin, who did not survive very long.

Although it had managed to endure until the end, its spirit seemed to have suffered some damage, making it somehow abnormal.

The violent factors were now surging in every corner of its body.

It craved killing, blood, victory, and the additional blessings Sofia had promised.

Having risen from the lowest level of the monsters, it knew well the miserable end of the weak in Nolan Forest.

Thus, it aimed to become a formidable force!

To achieve that, it needed to step on numerous unattainable monsters and tear them apart.

And this Orc would be its first victim!

“Oohahaha… Die!”

The Gnoll’s bulging muscles and bloated figure erupted with astonishing speed, its frenzied beast-like pupils leaving a trail of crimson in the air.With unbelievable speed, in almost a single breath, he had already reached the beastman.

The sharp silver claws were less than a fist’s length away from this gray-brown-skinned beastman.

With a tongue lolling out and bloodshot eyes wide open, the Gnoll wore a crazy grin on his face, seemingly already picturing the tragic outcome of the beastman.

“Bang!”

Contrary to expectations, the cruel scene didn’t happen. The Gnoll looked at his own front claw in confusion, his wrist tightly gripped by a thick, powerful hand.

And the owner of this big hand was undoubtedly the beastman in front of him.

Krom gritted his teeth, sweat beads forming on his forehead, his thick arm trembling slightly.

Obviously, he was not at ease taking this move either.

But this only made the mentally unstable Gnoll even more furious and crazier.

“Roar!”

As the Gnoll’s anger and madness escalated, the muscles on the arm captured by the beastman began to swell up again.

However, with careful observation, one could find that the muscle mass of his other arm had simultaneously reduced significantly.

But the beastman at the forefront had no time to pay attention to these details. The force of the wolf claw in his hand suddenly increased, breaking free from his control almost instantly.

At the same time, the strength intensified, aiming for his head.

If he were hit directly, his head might be separated from his body.

He hurriedly retracted his arm but could only use it as a shield, barely protecting his head.

Unimaginable force was transmitted from his arm, and Krom felt his body shake as if he had been hit by a heavy object. The Gnoll’s blow sent him flying.

Like a thrown rock, the nearly four-meter-tall, muscular beastman rolled on the ground, finally crashing into a black stone wall at the edge of the battlefield.

A large crack formed from the impact before he came to a stop.

Krom felt a suffocation in his chest and, with the support of the wall, coughed up a mouthful of blood, which made him feel much better.

He gritted his teeth and looked at his arm, which had been used as a shield, now completely bent and limp.

Moreover, the wound directly hit by the wolf claw was extensive and deep, exposing the bone and even missing a large chunk of flesh and blood.

But apart from that, he felt his body was in fairly good shape, with no significant injuries elsewhere.

If he were still his former self, this blow might have already sent him to meet the great beastman deity, Gruumsh.

Enduring the piercing pain, he reset the broken bone fragments in his arm. Soon enough, with a series of wriggling and fleshy sprouts, his injury fully healed.

However, after using such a terrifying self-healing ability, his strength and physical energy were drastically depleted.

Without giving him more time to recover, the Gnoll howled and charged at him again, and the two Dragonborn creatures were entangled in another fierce struggle.

Standing behind the window, Sofia coldly observed everything, jotting down notes on her little book from time to time.

Meanwhile, Moray floated through the window, hovering above the two monsters while shouting encouragement to them.

“Swoosh!”

A piece of debris flew past Moray, followed by a crash echoed behind him.

When he looked back, the fragment was deeply embedded in the black stone wall.

Considering the risk of being accidentally injured, Moray became much more well-behaved and silently floated back to Sofia’s side..