I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

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.