The Fiendish Might of the Demon Dragon

Blood that writhed like venomous snakes seeped into the ground, and the Blood Pool Domain silently spread beneath every member of the King's Shield.

Ordinary Armored Infantry were not even qualified to be swallowed by the Blood Pool Domain. Blood-red flowers bloomed beneath their feet, draining every last drop of blood from their bodies.

Commanding the Magic Array that governed all of Basilicata, Fringilla felt terrifyingly powerful. Even against those slumbering old relics of the Blood Court—the Blood Lords on the same level as Duke Vlad—she was confident she could contend with them.

"Enemy attack! Stay alert!"

The moment Captain Geoffrey shouted those words, the ground beneath his feet vanished, and he stumbled into a boundless sea of blood.

Countless evil spirits formed from blood swarmed him in an instant, like piranhas in the Amazon rainforest, tearing at his iron armor in an attempt to dig out the flesh hidden within.

The disturbance on the mountain immediately drew the intervention of half the Royal Mages. They attempted to break the terrifying Magic Array that had silently enveloped Battery Number Two and rescue the King's Shield guards trapped within.

The three-headed demon dragon, surrounded by the remaining mages, struggled fiercely. Each of its three heads wore a different expression.

"You're not really dead, you two cowardly fools!"

The roaring Fire Dragon Head wore its usual crazed expression. "Stop hesitating! These lowly humans are trampling on the dignity of us dragons. Give all your strength to me and let me ignite the flames of vengeance against humanity!"

The Poison Dragon Head and the Cursed Dragon Head exchanged a glance, then both closed their eyes and fell into slumber.

When they opened their eyes again, they were filled with the same crimson madness as the Fire Dragon Head in the middle.

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