Ashen Dragon

"Tear his head off, swallow it whole, chew it viciously to vent the hatred within my heart."

Frosthorn's lips curled into a smirk, revealing a sly smile upon that vulture-like, fierce visage.

Just then, a thunderous yell suddenly pierced his ears.

"Your life ends here!"

A thick, Flame shackled whirled through the air, entwining the unsuspecting Frosthorn still in its clawing stance.

Frosthorn twisted its slender neck, turning to see who dared to attack it.

There stood a Human clad in Heavy Armor, towering and robust. His left hand tightly grasped the chain, while his right brandished a shockingly large Shotgun.

It was none other than Lonely as Snow!

Turns out he had stealthily positioned himself beside the player targeted by the demon, feigning control, while in reality searching for an opportunity.

Immediately, Frosthorn was taken aback, "How is this possible! Human! You were clearly frozen by my shriek! And the toxic spores..."

"Clank, clank..."

It struggled viciously but couldn't escape the Dragon Vein Shackles; instead, charred marks were etched upon its body.

The chain bore the immense pressure of a giant dragon, as did the "Human" before it!

He was a minion of the Red Dragon!

Frosthorn was filled with a mix of astonishment and fury. As a subordinate of the Vengeful Demon, it knew all too well how formidable that Red Dragon was.

Lonely as Snow let out a cold laugh, tightening his grip on the chains, "You ignorant Birdman have no idea of the might of a Dragonsworn Holy Warrior!

Dreaming of escape? As if!"

Frosthorn couldn't understand his words but sensed the mockery in his tone.

With a venomous glare fixed on Lonely as Snow, it shrieked, "Then I'll kill you first!"

"Aaaaah—"

Frosthorn extended its razor-sharp Claws and Fangs, emitting a piercing scream as it lunged at Lonely as Snow.

But Lonely as Snow merely stood his ground, calmly watching the oncoming demon, ready to strike at the opportune moment.

"Clang—"

The sound of metal clashing rang out.

"This can't be!"

Amidst a frustrated roar, Frosthorn's massive claw was abruptly deflected, leaving only a faint white mark on Lonely as Snow's Mithril Armor.

By then, the distance between Lonely as Snow and the demon had closed to nearly nothing; he could even smell the stench wafting off Frosthorn.

"This armor's defense is incredibly strong, it's just too cumbersome; my strength is insufficient for wielding a sword in it."

"So—our guild leader found me the perfect weapon."

A smile spread across Lonely as Snow's face, hidden behind the thick visor, as the 40mm Shotgun in his right hand slowly raised.

The dark barrel pointed straight at Frosthorn's chest, his finger already on the trigger.

"No, no..."

"You're just a weak Human; even with powerful weapons, you can't kill me!"

"I am a great abyssal demon! I am Undying!"

Frosthorn continued to thrash about, its foul wings flapping violently in an attempt to break free from the shackles, causing the Dragon Vein Shackles to rattle.

But Lonely as Snow didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A gunshot, louder than any before, boomed like Thunder, reverberating across the sky.

The High-Explosive Bombs tore through Frosthorn's tough hide, burrowed into its corrosive flesh, and exploded within.

"Aaaaah—"

A mournful howl filled the air as Frosthorn's chest was blasted open, spewing out dark purple blood.

Frosthorn fell to the ground, its remaining bones and muscle tissue turning into a smoky purple plasma oozing from the wound, while the rest of the dermal sacs quietly bubbled on the surface.

In that instant, all the toxic fog in the air dissipated, and the rotten crows, the buzzards, consecutively plummeted from mid-air, their stinking corpses nearly covering the ground.

"1500 contribution points, 50 Ginnars, all mine."

Lonely as Snow struggled to lift his arm, blowing off the thick gun smoke from the barrel.

"Dammit, the boss got one-hit by the pro!"

"Damn!"

"Ugh, missed the loot again!"