Before Adolf Heinrich had even finished speaking, a streak of golden light shot out from beside him...
Boom! A terrifying shockwave of sacred energy swept across the barrier within the forbidden spell, instantly knocking the panicked wyverns out of the sky.
When the blinding explosion of light particles dissipated, everyone finally saw Dos "hanging" from the top of the high-altitude barrier and the battered Sacred Wyvern embedded in the ground. After the clash between two dragons of sacred affinity, the Golden Holy Dragon had only gained a slight advantage!
Roar! The enraged Sacred Wyvern slapped the ground with both arms and crawled out of the crater. He threw back his head and roared, letting out a bellow like that of a true dragon.
"Good grief... who could even tell which one is the real dragon?" Roland's eye twitched.
Legend said that Sacred Wyverns and Golden Dragons had both been created by the Dragon God. Roland had always scoffed at such claims. Why should wyverns, true dragons with the lowest bloodline, be compared to giant dragons at the very top of the dragon race's food chain? But now Roland accepted it! What kind of wyvern could fight a Golden Dragon? How many levels apart were their ecological niches?
"Humans? Since when have dragons been together with humans?" The Sacred Wyvern's pupils shrank as he looked at the sixth-tier experts flying overhead, then he spoke in human language.
"Oh? It can talk?" Roland said in shock. Wyverns could speak?
"..." Nyx covered her face, suddenly feeling incredibly embarrassed.
"Give up resisting. We do not wish to cause needless slaughter!" Dos looked down at the Sacred Wyvern, his eyes carrying a trace more pride. At that moment, he was the true emperor of dragonkind, the last Golden Dragon in all Middle-earth!
"Stop resisting!