Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 320: For Your Majesty (135)

Dragon Raja 5

Auchinez’s expression changed, and he tossed the thing he had been hiding in his hand to Su Enxi. It was a device the size of a matchbox with a lens hole on it for peeping.

Su Enxi peered through the hole and saw a spiderweb-like map etched onto the miniature film, the image large and clear. A button next to the box allowed her to turn the pages frame by frame. The building was enormous, with many layers; no wonder Auchinez couldn’t remember it. Even for Su Enxi, it would take at least several hours of repeated memorization to possibly retain it.

Su Enxi smiled, untied the leather strap on Auchinez’s ankle, removed the dagger from his throat, and tossed it back to him.

Auchinez stood up, took off the camouflage uniform from the dead GRU soldier and put it on, loosened his joints, and slowly walked towards the hound.

Su Enxi didn’t understand what he was trying to do. Auchinez certainly wasn’t planning to sacrifice himself; his approach to the hound was cautious and skillful, employing the Systa fighting style, a treasure of the Soviet special forces. This fighting style, developed by the former Soviet special forces, was fierce, sharp, and efficient, once a state secret, only accessible to the highest-ranking special forces personnel. she had learned some ninja techniques, most were just for show; if she hadn’t ambushed Auchinez and gained the upper hand, her chances of winning would have been very slim.

Unfortunately, I gave him a severe beating just now, almost breaking a table leg. Although no bones were broken, there must be countless bruises, contusions, and internal bleeding. With his combat power reduced to this level, even if he has learned Systa fighting techniques, he cannot fight against the Dragonblood Hound. But then again, even if Auchinez were in his full form, he wouldn’t have a chance.

The dragonblood hound was still engrossed in its meal, completely oblivious to the approaching Auchinez. The leeches and the remaining serum inside the hard shell had already produced a noticeable healing effect; the abdominal wound, though large, was still moving rapidly, and the two broken legs were now functioning normally. Su Enxi cautiously peeked out from behind the sofa, anxiously awaiting the outcome. She wondered what Auchinez was feeling; the hound had started tearing at the legs and was now eating up to the chest, the hard shell’s greyish-white face still faintly recognizable as Auchinez’s own.

Auchinez slashed his left arm with the dagger, blood flowing down his forearm. The ferocious dog immediately sensed the exciting scent, dropped the hard shell in its mouth, and turned to approach Auchinez.

Auchinez, though only the size of a boy, was truly like a monkey compared to the burly hound. But this monkey’s face was contorted with rage, and the dragon-blooded hound, driven by animal instinct, was wary. Both bared their teeth, hissing growls emanating from deep within their throats. After several probing attacks, the hound suddenly lunged, its threatening hiss instantly transforming into a deafening bark. Auchinez jerked back, sliding almost parallel to the ground as his dagger slashed towards the hound’s belly.
Su Enxi almost applauded this thrilling tactic. The wound on the dog’s abdomen had not yet healed. If Auchinez could severely damage its exposed internal organs with a single blow, he might be able to finish it off.

The man and the dog passed each other, and the dog’s claws tore through Auchinez’s uniform. The opportunity was only a fleeting moment, but Auchinez missed his target. The dagger did not land on his vulnerable abdomen, but instead pierced his chest, leaving a few sparks.

Su Enxi was so anxious she wanted to stomp her feet. Normally, the heart would be more fatal than the abdomen, but the Dragonblood Hound was covered in tough scales that even bullets might not be able to penetrate, so what use was a dagger?

Auchinez was tackled to the ground by the ferocious dog, his hands barely managing to brace against the dog’s throat. The dog’s gaping maw, dripping with blood, hung above his head, large enough to swallow his entire head whole.

The canine teeth approached Auchinez’s throat inch by inch. He could see the blood-red esophagus writhing. Suddenly, Auchinez shoved his entire bleeding left arm into the dog’s mouth. The dog, not expecting its food to come to it, instinctively bit down, and even Su Enxi heard the cracking sound of bones breaking. But in that instant, Auchinez seized the opportunity and stabbed the dog in the chest again. It turned out that the previous stab wasn’t a missed shot, but a deliberate act.

To Su Enxi’s surprise, the dagger actually pierced halfway in! That thing wasn’t some ancient alchemical sword, nor was it a particularly high-tech product, so where did it get such strong penetrating power?

Despite being injured, the fierce dog refused to give up its prey. Auchinez’s blood contained serum that was extremely precious even to the dog. It chewed desperately, dragging Auchinez around, trying to tear its prey apart.

“Painkillers! Painkillers!” Auchinez roared. “They have painkillers on them!”

Su Enxi was startled, then rushed to the side of the dead GRU warriors and began rummaging through the various items they had brought with them.

Special forces often carry highly effective painkillers, most of which contain morphine and could be considered drugs, but they can save lives on the battlefield.

Sure enough, she found it. Su Enxi grabbed the painkiller syringe, rushed behind Auchinez, and plunged it hard into the area near his spine.

The pain was immediately blocked, and Auchinez stopped trembling. He exerted his strength and actually tore off his own forearm! He shouldn’t have been able to do it normally, but the dog’s teeth had actually bitten through his bones and muscles, leaving only a small part still connected.

Su Enxi tried to drag him away from the dog, but Auchinez broke free of her, roared, and charged forward, stomping hard on the hilt of the dagger and stomping it completely into the dog’s body.

The ferocious dog was truly mortally wounded. Black blood gushed from its wound, and it howled in despair for a while before collapsing and convulsing for some time before finally falling silent. It had ingested a small amount of serum, which gave it some recovery ability, but it couldn’t heal the wound caused by the dagger.
Auchinez sat in the corner, his face ashen, gasping for breath, staring intently at his severed wrist. “It’s alright! It’s alright! It can grow back! It can grow back!”

Su Enxi knew he wasn’t talking to her. This fierce and cunning old man probably hadn’t planned to lose a hand as a price, but at the critical moment, his ferocity erupted, and he took a gamble.

He was trying to comfort himself. As for whether it could really grow back, that would depend on how long the serum’s effects lasted.

Su Enxi cautiously approached and examined the hound’s corpse. She was surprised to find a thin layer of metal covering its left chest. This metal seemed to be welded directly to its muscle, resembling a breastplate, but this prevented scales from growing in that area. Auchinez had tried to stab this “breastplate” twice, but its toughness was even less than the hound’s own scales. With a full-force thrust, the roughly half-meter-long dagger pierced through the metal and muscle, likely piercing the heart as well. The Dragonblood Hound wasn’t so strong that even its heart was covered in scales. It died from severe blood loss.