CH : 45 Fight and Cat Girl!?!

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"But," Shadar rasped, forcing himself to stand, his body trembling from the exertion, "you still can't claim the right to live in the Sunset Forest!" His voice, though weakened, carried a stubborn resolve that refused to be extinguished.

The fight had been nothing short of phenomenal—a battle between two indomitable wills, where the stakes were more than just pride, but the right to survive and thrive in a brutal world.

"You want to repent?" Crok's eyes became dangerous.

Just when the atmosphere was deadlocked, a deep voice came out.

"Because he has no right to claim it!"

A huge shadow hangs over everyone's heads.

Winnie looked up, and saw an unusually ferocious black dragon standing behind them with spread wings.

"Master, you are here!" Shadar stood up with great effort.

He felt that his bones were about to break, and the tauren's iron hooves trampled on him.

"Dragon, Shadar, you are actually enshrining a giant dragon!" Winnie exclaimed with great fear in her voice.

Crok and all the tauren looked at me as if facing a formidable enemy.

The aura of this black dragon is too powerful, and his appearance seems to be different from the appearance of the black dragon that people often say.

At this time, I was staring at Winnie in the distance.

It turned out to be a girl with beast ears!

Still a Catwoman, Beastwoman, Catgirl!

I felt my dead otaku heart come back alive and pumped a lot of blood in my lower body.

I looked at Winnie, her perfect snow-white skin, her deep blue eyes, and her long purple hair with split bangs which were looking stunning, her face was something that can be only called 'perfect', a cute yet extremely beautiful face that made me stunned due to the sheer amount of beauty it had, and blue-purple eyes with cat-like pupils, a pair of black cat ears on the head and two black tails. finally gawking at her little red face for a few minutes I moved to check on her body.

My eyes fell on her breasts which weren't extremely big but a size that made them extremely alluring to look upon, her body curves were extremely seductive as well, damn just looking at her in those sexy clothes that highlighted all her curves my little dragon has become hard. She was simply a goddess, maybe even better.

Winnie's height is 161 cm. (5 feet 3 inches)

There are also her tails flicking back and forth!

And what surprised me more was that she was actually wearing a black uniform, which made me feel something she was about to move.

Her attire consists of a black kimono, an ornately detailed headband. The kimono features a red interior and it is open at her shoulders, giving view to her enormously large breasts, exposing a little of her shoulders and ample breasts which rivals Dragon Mother's in terms of size with black stocking.

And this was more shocking to me!

Crok watched the black dragon staring at Winnie from the beginning to now, and couldn't help but use his tall figure to protect Winnie behind him.

Legend has it that Chromatic dragons like to eat beautiful girls, so this black dragon would not want to eat Winnie!

I withdrew my gaze and looked at the other half-human again. I was not such a lustful and faint-hearted dragon, but my nature is due to the nature of a dragon.

The dragon's instinct must be affecting me.

"Black Dragon, what do you want?"

Crok looked at me as if facing a formidable enemy. Judging from his size, the black dragon in front of him was already a young dragon, and his strength was not weak.

"You broke into my territory and injured my dependent member and asked me what I want?" I lowered my head and looked down at Crok,

"Master Black Dragon, we really don't want to invade other people's territory at will. We have no choice but to..." Winnie stood up from behind Crok and spoke.

"I don't care what your reasons are, the fact is that you offended me!" I opened my mouth wide, revealing my fangs.

Unscrupulously releasing my dragon's might, the aura of Eight Order Monster.

Immediately, all the lives around felt a strong sense of oppression.

This feeling is as uncomfortable as a big stone mountain on their hearts as their bodies tremble.

"Black Dragon, do you truly wish to become our enemy?" Crok's voice trembled slightly, betraying the fear he tried to conceal. He looked up at the towering dragon, its scales shimmering like obsidian under the dim light. "We have many fighters here, and though you have not yet reached full maturity, if we were to fight, we might not be able to kill you—but we could still wound you gravely!"

Crok's words hung in the air, but even he knew how hollow they sounded. The idea of a high Sixth-order monster, no matter how many were gathered, standing a chance against an early Eighth-order dragon was laughable. The difference in power was insurmountable. A single breath of dragon acid could incinerate hundreds of Fifth-order beasts, leaving only ashes in its wake.

The fear in Crok's heart was shared by those around him, their confidence wilting under the dragon's cold gaze. They had numbers, but numbers meant little against a creature of such raw, untamed power. The thought of engaging a dragon, especially one that could fly and rain down death from above, was nothing short of suicidal.

Yet here they were, standing before a force of nature, hoping that their unity might offer some protection, though deep down, they all knew the truth: they were outmatched, outclassed, and hopelessly outgunned.

No one would sit around and choose to fight a black dragon when there was no benefit to it.

I looked at the well-armed tauren warriors behind me.

The strength is indeed good.

If it is an ordinary young black dragon, if it dies with these guys, it might really die.

But I was no ordinary black dragon, my current strength is stronger than any young red dragon not to mention my current biological order.

"It appears you're in desperate need of a lesson, and I'm the one to deliver it." I said, not even bothering to acknowledge Crok's pathetic attempt at intimidation.

If I was scared like this, then I would grow so big!

If I didn't want more dependents, I would have killed these guys and left with the beast ear girl.

As their earthquake ability is just the addition my army needs with them charging with undying Trolls just the Beast combination any wall would crumble with them working together.

"Be careful, everyone, prepare to attack!" Crok was very decisive.

And Winnie's figure slowly became transparent, and then disappeared into the air.

"Lord Barbados, be careful about sneak attacks, that female mortal kin can hide her body in the surrounding space!" Shadar reminded me loudly.

In these months while they were reaching for Ore Veins many fighters of the green skin tribe were killed in this way before.

I looked curiously at the place where the beast woman disappeared.

This is well hidden.

I stared down the towering tauren warrior, Crok, who bellowed with a primal fury, hoisting his massive double-edged axe into the air. His bulging muscles strained as he leapt toward me with power.

"Shadar, stand aside! This one's mine!" I spoke, my voice thunderous, halting Shadar before he could intervene. The miners are hard-earned, and this was not the time to risk it all.

Crok hurtled toward me like a juggernaut, the ground quaking beneath his hooves as he descended. His axe gleamed menacingly in the dim light, ready to split me in half. But I was prepared. With a flick of my tail, I sent him crashing into the air like a ragdoll.

The impact reverberated through the battlefield as Crok screamed in shock and pain, his body colliding with the earth with bone-shattering force. A cluster of tauren warriors rushed to catch him, sparing him a more gruesome fate, but his massive frame still buckled under the strain. Even with their help, several of his ribs cracked audibly.

But Crok wasn't one to yield. He staggered back to his feet, his breath labored, but his resolve unshaken. His eyes gleamed with desperation and fury. "Is this the power of the dragon?" he roared. "We fight together!"

Without hesitation, Crok ordered the Iron Hoof warriors to unleash their most devastating move-Iron Hoof Trampling.

The earth shuddered beneath them as shockwaves rippled outward, tearing through the terrain with the force of a seismic event. I could feel the ground beneath my feet vibrating violently, threatening to upend me. And then, just as I anticipated, a shadow flickered in my periphery.

Winnie the Catgirl had materialized from the darkness, her lithe form darting toward my neck with deadly precision. In her hands, sharp claw-shaped weapons glinted ominously as she aimed for my eyes-my weakest point. Or so she thought.

With a low growl, I barely flinched. This is it? Disappointment flooded me. As her claws descended, I let her attack land, allowing her to test the strength of my eyes.

Her weapons clinked harmlessly against my eyelids, as tough as the rest of my scales. With a dismissive shake of my head, I swatted her away like an insect. She flew through the air, crashing into the ground with a sickening thud, blood trickling from her mouth.

Winnie vanished into the shadows, but it didn't matter. She was no threat. No matter how many cats were hidden in the darkness, none could truly harm me. I turned my focus back to the battlefield,the wild fury of battle coursing through my veins. My magic was nearly ready.

"Everyone, attack!" Crok's voice boomed once more, rallying the Iron Hoof warriors. They regrouped, their eyes burning with determination. But it was too late.

I slammed my claw into the earth.

(Fourth Tier: Rupture!}

The ground convulsed beneath us as if possessed by malevolent spirits. Terrifying spikes of jagged stone erupted from the earth, tearing through flesh and bone alike. Tauren warriors screamed as they were impaled, their bodies helplessly skewered by the unforgiving landscape. The smell of blood thickened the air as the battlefield was transformed into a grotesque field of death.

Crok, the only one left standing amidst the carnage, watched in horror as his tribe was decimated in an instant. His eyes widened in disbelief, his once fierce gaze now clouded with terror. He gulped audibly, realizing the true power of a dragon.

The scene was nightmarish-a sea of lifeless bodies and broken bones, the once proud warriors reduced to mere husks. Shredded muscle and flesh littered the ground like discarded refuse.

Pu Chi PuChi ~

Several warriors were impaled simultaneously, their screams cut short as their lives were snuffed out. Blood pooled at their feet, a macabre testament to their futile resistance.

"No!" Crok's voice broke as he witnessed the annihilation of his people. His eyes burned red with grief and rage. Nine, ten elite warriors gone in a single moment. His entire tribe was decimated by my unrelenting power.

Crok's eyes widened in horror. Nine, ten of his elite warriors lay impaled on the stone spikes, their lifeless bodies twisted in grotesque angles. His expression twisted into rage and disbelief.

"No!" he roared, tears brimming in his eyes. His tribe, his people-gone in a blink.

In a desperate final attempt, Crok summoned every ounce of strength he summoned every ounce of strength he had left.

Double Iron Hoof Trampling!

He charged once more, his axe raised high, aiming to land a killing blow. But his attack was futile.

I opened my jaws wide, unleashing a bone-chilling roar-

Roar! {Wild Scream!}

The magic surged through the air like a tidal wave, overwhelming the remaining warriors. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably as their magic became unstable, surging out of control. Winnie, too, was forced from her hidden state, her figure trembling in shock as she stumbled out of the shadows. Before she could react, I had her pinned in my claws, her frail body struggling uselessly against my grip.

"Little cat, you thought you could hide from me?" I growled, bringing her face close to mine. Her once defiant expression was now one of pure disbelief. Her body quivered in terror as she realized her magic was no match for me. She was nothing more than prey to a predator like me.

"How...how is this possible?" she whispered, her voice trembling. Her species, the shadow cats, were known for their mastery of the ability of 'Phantom Vail'.

She is a member of the shadow cat species, and she can perfectly hide herself in the surrounding space through the magic power on her body.

Her heartbeat, smell, and body temperature will be hidden unless she attacks.

The 'Phantom Veil' is an ability that is present in almost all members of her shadow cat species from birth.

But the roar of the black dragon in front of her just now made the magic power in his body completely uncontrollable and forced her to exit the stealth state.

I squeezed her slightly, feeling her frail form beneath my claws, but my attention shifted. Crok had launched another desperate attack, his giant axe raised high.

But I was done playing.

I summoned my magic once more, unleashing a second {Rupture) across the battlefield. The earth split open violently beneath the remaining tauren warriors, swallowing them whole. Their cries echoed in the air before being abruptly silenced as they were crushed beneath the shifting earth.

Crok, too, was caught in the spell's radius, pinned beneath the weight of my claws as I forced him to the ground. Blood oozed from his mouth, his body shattered, his spirit broken.

"Dragon, let her go," Crok gasped, his voice weak and broken. He looked up at Winnie, still trembling in my grip, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"She's my trophy now," I replied coldly, tightening my grip on the catgirl. She let out a pained whimper but did not resist. The fight had left her.

Winnie's face was smeared with dust and blood, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm sorry, Crok," she whispered brokenly. "I'm the one who brought ruin upon your tribe..."

I looked to Shadar, who stood in awe at the devastation I had wrought. His eyes glowed with fanatic reverence. "Shadar," I commanded, "lock these fools up."

"Yes, Master!" Shadar responded, his voice trembling with devotion. "Your power is beyond anything I've ever seen."

I turned away from the broken battlefield, my tail flicking behind me. "Let's go," I said with an air of finality. Victory was mine, and the Iron Hoof tribe was nothing more than a memory.

I can't wait to study the beast ear girl in my hand!

I spread my wings and flapped my wings and flew to my own cave after a while.

I grabbed the loveless Winnie and walked into the cave, then carefully placed her in front of me.