When the negotiations reached a deadlock, a dragon's roar came from the horizon. Immediately afterward, twelve golden Giant Dragons descended behind the alien races' camp.
The atmosphere at the scene instantly grew heavy.
"Maxim, didn't you say the Dragon Race didn't interfere in continental affairs?"
Hudson asked with concern.
Judging by their sheer size alone, these Giant Dragons were clearly not to be trifled with. The leading golden Giant Dragon was even larger than Maxim, that hulking giant.
"That's right. The Dragon Race doesn't interfere in continental disputes, but that doesn't mean Giant Dragons won't participate in continental affairs.
"These fellows are only part of the Golden Dragon Clan. They can't represent the entire Dragon Race!"
Maxim's calm reply left Hudson speechless.
Whether they represented the entire Dragon Race or not, the outcome would be the same.
Humanity held only a slight advantage over the Alien Race Alliance. These twelve powerful golden Giant Dragons were already enough to reverse the balance of power between both sides.
"Silberti, we aren't too late, are we?"
The leading golden Giant Dragon asked somewhat awkwardly.
According to their agreement, they should have arrived yesterday.
"Ultador, if you'd come any later, you probably wouldn't even have made it in time to collect the bodies!"
The Forest Elf Queen said irritably.
The plan had been perfectly arranged, yet this unreliable hidden force had failed to arrive at the battlefield when it mattered most.
A battle that should have been a certain victory had been forcibly turned into a mutually devastating draw.
One wrong step led to more wrong steps.
The experts of the Alien Race Alliance were already exhausted in body and mind. Many were barely holding on through sheer willpower, while their enemies remained full of vigor.
Continuing the slaughter would have no meaning beyond