The Culling of Man: A litrpg adventure (Peril's Prodigy Book 1) by Craig Kobayashi (ereader android TXT) 📕

to live. And hey, fuck it - it's not like a house cat against a house-sized DRAGON was a fair fight anyways. He jumped and latched on to the dangling phallus with all four clawed feet. Aldrasyl roared in pain and rage, rising to stand on its - well, his, Garath corrected - hind legs with his neck craning to see what was causing so much pain to his most sensitive appendage.

'Great,' Garath thought as the Dragon's underside was revealed to the entire raid group. 'The eyes of over 100 people are on me, and I'm literally riding a massive Dragon cock.'

At Athios' command, The Band's fighters ran out of the building, fanned out around the struggling Dragon in a wide arc and the ranged combatants unleashed a volley of multi-colored, magical attacks.

Trying not to think too much about it, Garath extended his claws as far out of his little toes as he could and gripped the gargantuan genitalia for dear life with his front paws and teeth while his hind legs scratched repeatedly downward, tearing rents vertically along the shaft. Even though each cut was miniscule and the 'damage' inflicted on the white Dragon was negligible (in all, Garath's cheap shot had only taken down 113 HP and added a bleed status to the enraged reptile), the pain it caused was far from a minor annoyance. The Ice Drake roared in pain even as his body contorted in a writhing struggle to reach and destroy the fluffy Necrologist.

In his rage induced urgency to slaughter the tiny creature rending his most sensitive area to ribbons, Aldrasyl lost his balance and slipped on the ice he himself had created. The sheer velocity of the several-ton beast's serpentine body as it whipped and then came to an abrupt stop on the asphalt ripped his savaged penis free of Garath's death-grip and flung the tiny Necrologist into the air. Gravity, Garath noted while doing his best flying squirrel impression, could be a powerful enemy.

The ranged fighters had kept a continuous stream of spells and curses at the Dragon throughout G's absolutely-fucking-filthy opening attack and just kept pouring it on as the Dragon twisted and jerked on his back with his scaled wings against the ground, struggling to get back to his feet. The red health-bar displayed above the Dragon let the Raid group know they were making progress, even though they had only made a dent in Aldrasyl's impressive Health pool.

The steady stream of attacks picked up in frequency and intensity as AyAyRon lifted his ocarina to his lips and started playing an urgent and eerie melody.  The ranged volley of magical attacks and projectiles quickened into more of a constant kaleidoscope of spells and, still soaring through the air, Garath stole a glance at the new icon below his Health and Mana bars.

You are empowered by AyAyRon’s ‘Stormy Song’ (effects will last as long as the song is being performed):

Your attack and casting speed have been increased by 25% and all Skill costs have been reduced by 10%.

As cats do, Garath landed on his feet about fifteen-meters from the seething Dragon. The previously pure white Necrologist was painted blue with steaming hot, cobalt Dragon blood. The copper smell filled his nostrils, flooding his improved sense of smell and making him dizzy. The tangy, hot liquid in his mouth forced a sour expression onto his feline features. Garath caught a glimpse of a prompt appearing and minimizing - he couldn't help but wonder what the hell kind of prompt appears for being covered head to toe in sticky, blue, Dragon-cock-blood.

'Eeeeewww! I got the dick blood on me…'Garath whined to himself as he skidded to a stop. Then he turned back to the fight. He felt the adrenaline and rage of battle overtake him in an exultant blood lust. He Inspected the Dragon again to see if he had done any serious damage.

Aldrasyl

Health: 36,232/49,500

Race: Beast - Ice Drake

Level: ???

Mana: 14,811/15,500

Specification: Mythic Reptile

Description: Mysterious and powerful, Dragons were the masters and apex predators on the dead planet of Thysandra for millenia.

Traits: unknown

Garath noticed a small black skull icon below Aldrasyl’s Health and Mana bars. He willed more information from his UI and into his conscious mind.

Buffs and Debuffs (Aldrasyl):

Aldrasyl suffers 19 damage per second from Your Bleed attack.

Aldrasyl suffers 26 additional damage per second from Your Bleed attack due to critical Bleeding.

Aldrasyl suffers 12 damage per second from Sharon#142's Herbal Outbreak for the next 9 seconds.

Aldrasyl suffers 20% movement speed reduction from Almaria's Led Legs for the next 29 seconds.

Aldrasyl suffers 16 damage per second from TodoroKen's Chemical Burn for the next 11 seconds.

Aldrasyl's Strength is increased 30% by Rage Level: Absolute Abhorrence.

With at least a little hope that they could actually defeat this behemoth, the fighting spirit of The Band surged. They had already separated the Mythic Reptile from over 13,000 Health Points. Every Raid member swelled with empowerment. They could fucking do this. They could defeat a Dragon that the world itself advised them to avoid at all costs. Then Aldrasyl finally managed to get back to his feet, cobalt blood still gushing in steaming spurts from his traumatized trouser trout.

            *Gary!* shouted Garath over the Raid commuction channel.

Without a second's hesitation, the bearded Armoron stepped forward with his shield held nervously in front of him. Gary's pasty white skin darkened into a reflective silver as he used his strongest defensive Skill, Protective Plating, then raised his metallic shield out to one side and his free hand out to the other - leaving his torso completely exposed - and barked some choice words at the Dragon. Garath couldn't hear what he said, and didn't know if Aldrasyl would even understand a human language, let alone a specific human language - but whatever the ginger lumberjack said seemed to have done the trick.

The furious white Dragon bellowed a mighty roar that shook