A small group can always move faster than a large army. As Fuan looked at the dense and terrifying army on the distant wasteland, his breath caught in his throat.
"Where did these armies come from? We've traveled to so many places, and we've never heard of any place with such a powerful army."
"What are they going to do?"
The group dared not approach from a distance; the oppressive aura emanating from that massive Extraordinary Legion was no less than that of Dragon Monarch descending from the sky.
Meanwhile, the arrival of the Dragon Chosen began to echo in Westwind City.
It was as if there was a giant screen; wherever the Dragon Chosen was about to arrive, ripples would appear, and people would instinctively sense that the Dragon Chosen was coming.
Perhaps this is the power of faith.
This day was especially significant because it was the day of the Dragon Monarch Rheindart's sacrifice. A ferocious Dragons circled in the Sky-rank, spewing its breath as it crashed down on the ground, causing houses to collapse and stones to tumble down, leaving hundreds of people frozen in fear.
The Dragons reveled in this, but when Dragons landed on the ground, its terrifying majesty truly descended upon the enslaved humans, who all knelt on the ground, prostrating themselves in fear and numbness.
"My slaves, where are my sacrifices?"
Fifty people emerged from the crowd, their expressions blank and lifeless. They walked slowly across the ground, onto the wide Altar, and stood around the pile of firewood.
"Not enough, not enough! That damned Dragon Chosen has appeared again! I need more sacrifices!"
The Rheindart roared in fury, spewing dragon breath that engulfed dozens of people around it. The blazing flames caused these slaves to scream and wail in agony. The Dragons rose into the air and circled, angrily rebuking these human slaves and demanding more sacrifices.
Finally, one hundred people stood on the Altar, green flames burning on their bodies, and with a series of low, beastly roars, the Dragonkin Warrior appeared before everyone.
"Weak humans, I need more sacrifices!"
The Dragon Monarch's wrath fell upon the heads of the enslaved humans, as if the sky had fallen. The enslaved humans still searched around, and all suitable people were to be sent to the Altar.
In Westwind City, the slaves are numb, and the recent stories of the Dragon Chosen have made some people pray that the Dragon Chosen have not yet appeared to kill the evil Dragons master.
This is the Power of Faith, which gives hope to those who were once numb and enslaved.
While the slaves were still searching for suitable offerings, thousands of shooting stars appeared in the sky.
That was a sharp arrow slicing through the sky.
" Dragons! War has come."
Like other cities, Westwind City City's walls have been destroyed many times, so there are no tall walls to block enemies or obstruct the view.
Ryan rode his warhorse two hundred meters outside the city, and his voice carried to Westwind City. Countless people looked up and stared in shock at the army standing like a forest outside the city.
Immediately afterwards, more people knelt down, their bodies trembling with fear. At this moment, the entire population of Westwind City knelt on the ground, and the Dragons's wrath descended upon them.
Rumble!!!
The Dragon Monarch Rheindart descended, destroying more than a dozen houses and trampling dozens of people into a bloody pulp.
The slaves of Westwind City remained motionless, numbly refusing to dodge even as the Dragons's flames burned right before them.
roar--
The Dragons roared, staring at the human army outside the city with anger and shock. These damned human ants dared to challenge it.
"I will burn you all to Ash!"
Outside the city, Ryan's eyes also revealed anger as he looked at the dead humans, who were all his Spiritual Wealth.
Taking a deep breath, Ryan looked at Borgeld, whose eyes widened, practically pointing at himself and saying, "Pick me!"
Passing by Borgeld, Ryan said:
"Let me see what you're capable of."
Daryl Andara his head, drew an ice-blue Knight's Greatsword, and flew into the sky, heading towards the Dragons.
Daryl was summoned from the Andara Kingdom on short notice. Even though these Dragon Monarch weren't that Legendary, Ryan still didn't dare to be careless.
"Humans!"
The Dragon Monarch Rheindart roared, and from the high ground of Westwind City behind him, a large number of Dragonkin Warrior rushed out, including twenty or thirty Raging Dragon Nightmare.
As for itself, why would it be afraid of humans who are like ants? The Dragons soared into the sky and charged towards Daryl.
However, at the very moment of the collision, Rheindart stared in shock at the sky receding—no, at himself receding.
Surrounding Daryl, who wields Frostmourne, are countless blood-red figures, a unique Hall Combat Technique of the Andara Royal Family that combines the power of thousands, making the Legendary even more powerful.
"You are weaker than I imagined!"
Daryl roared and charged at the Dragons. His Knight Combat Technique vanished, replaced by a savage and cold power that enveloped the sky and the earth.
A terrifying force seized the claws of the Dragon Monarch Rheindart. Frost condensed on the Dragons's body. Faced with absolute power, the Dragon Monarch felt that he could no longer maintain his levitation posture, and his entire body crashed to the ground.
boom!!!
A huge crater was smashed into the ground. The moment Daryl stepped on the earth, the land within a radius of hundreds of meters turned white with frost. The earth's power supplied him infinitely. With his hands raised, he wielded his longsword and unleashed an even more terrifying force.
The dazzling combat skills illuminated the sky above Westwind City as Daryl savagely clashed with the Dragon Monarch Rheindart, the entire process bloody and brutal.
This scene deeply shocked the slaves of Westwind City. They could not comprehend this sight beyond their comprehension. Was that a human? Or Dragon Monarch transformed into a human?
Fuan and others shared the same fear.
He felt as if his status as the Dragon Chosen was fake. The Dragon Chosen were the heroes who slayed Dragons; only the Dragon Chosen should possess such power. That person...
"He must be one of the Dragon Chosen predecessors."
Fuan said with certainty that he could not have imagined any other outcome, after all, Fuan was once just one of the enslaved people in this world.
"They said before that they were loyal to the Dragon Chosen, so it must be him."
Fuan trembled all over. Could he also possess such power? He definitely could, he could definitely become such a powerful Dragon Chosen.
"Form ranks!"
A loud roar echoed across the Wilds. Brandt's warhorse stomped forward, the sound of metal armor rubbing against horse armor clearly audible on the battlefield.
Ahead, a large number of dark Dragonkin Warrior had rushed out of Westwind City, roaring as they charged toward this place. This time it was no acting; there were no pits beneath this land that could trap the Dragonkin Warrior.
However, this is the war that truly ignites the knights' passion.
The moment Brandt drew his longsword, the metallic sound of the blade slicing through the scabbard tore through the sunlight streaming down from the sky. The cold, gleaming sword, bathed in sunlight, directed all its sharpness at the Dragonkin Warrior.
"Charge!!!"
In a single instant, thousands of Knight Retainer of the Stag Legion poured forth like a torrent, their eyes filled with fervor for the Knight's Creed. Ryan stood still as each Knight Retainer passed by their loyal lord, charging into the war that faced death.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The knights' roars were deafening, shattering the clouds in the sky and turning them into raindrops. However, the raindrops were evaporated into the air by the knights' violent blood energy while still in mid-air.
Rumble!...
The intimate contact between iron hooves and the earth is the most romantic music in the world. The torrent of metal and flesh and the Dragonkin Warrior are like two speeding trains colliding. In just one instant, flesh and blood fly into the Sky-rank.
"Glory belongs to Ryan!!!"
The flag of Rhino Horn Mountain fluttered above the battlefield. Knights charged and slashed wildly, oblivious to the deaths of any familiar faces around them. The blood-red battlefield was now a scene of relentless fighting and slaughter.
The Dragonkin Warrior' tough skin couldn't stop the Knight Retainer ' longswords. The Frozen Earth Territory had studied the Dragonkin Warrior specimens for over two months; how could there be any dulling or jamming? After the cavalry torrent carved a bloody Boundary Line across the Wilds land, countless Dragonkin Warrior corpses fell to the ground.
The cavalry torrent split in two in front of Westwind City, galloping towards both sides before turning its heads in the distance and charging once again towards the horrific battlefield of corpses.
"Charge!"
Iron hooves thundered once more on the earth beneath the sky. The heavy charge brought by Knight Retainer was even more terrifying than that of the Dragonkin Warrior. The only thing to be concerned about was that these Dragonkin Warrior were born to fight relentlessly. They were equally unafraid of death. As long as the war continued and as long as the Dragon Monarch's orders remained, then slaughter was the Eternity theme.
"They won't be a match for the Stag Legion."
Long ago, the Stag Legion could only be called the seeds of the Extraordinary Legion, growing and sprouting time and time again. After today's war, Ryan can finally speak out.
The Stag Legion have truly become another Extraordinary Legion for the Empire.
On the vast battlefield, the brutal carnage was a visual feast. Blood splattered in the air, flames from the friction of metal ignited everything flammable, and the wild impact distorted the air, making the flames and black smoke no longer straight.
"Kill!"
Blocking Brandt's path was a tall dragon-man who still retained some human features, but the bloodlust in his eyes was no different from that of a beast. Having lost his mind, this former follower could only become a machine of war.
However, he couldn't stop Brandt either.
A terrifying power surged forth from within, transforming into a blood-red stag that covered the dragonman, this advanced version of the Mad Raging Dragon Nightmare. The moment Brandt led a large number of cavalry to charge over, the dragonman's head was instantly destroyed, and then he was trampled into a bloody mess by the iron hooves of the warhorses.
The battlefield gradually became murky, as too many corpses made it impossible to discern their features, but the war itself became clearer. The number of Dragonkin Warrior dwindled as they were slaughtered and destroyed by the Stag Legion.
"Get ready."
There weren't many people left around Ryan. Brock directed the Natives recruits from this world to carry out various tools and equipment under the guidance of the Alchemist, and then quickly assembled them into giant crossbows that were more than five meters long and wide.
"Can you handle it?"
Ryan looked at Brock, who laughed, finally showing some interest in coming to this world.
"Don't worry, I'm a blacksmith, and the one thing blacksmiths have no shortage of is strength."
Giant crossbows cannot be fired anywhere at will; there is a very basic requirement for the environment, namely that its foundation must be stable.
Especially in the extraordinary world, the extraordinary giant crossbows also have extraordinary recoil. Brock took off his shirt and pressed it firmly against the back of a giant crossbow, and roared the next moment.
"Let's get started!"
The Alchemist next to him began to turn the gears, and the sound of the mechanism slowly came from the side. Wolfskin Ulf and the others on the other side followed suit.
"Locked up!"
The Alchemist, his body as thin as a bamboo pole, sat atop a giant crossbow, his eyes fixed on the Dragon Monarch battling Daryl in the sky, aided by some kind of crystal chip, awaiting Ryan's command.
"Let it taste human specialties!"
As soon as Ryan spoke, a sharp hole appeared in the air above, and a crossbow bolt thicker than an arm hurtled toward the Dragon Monarch at incredible speed, piercing through the Dragons's abdomen.
The Dragons's agonizing howl finally alarmed the world, and the world seemed to awaken at that moment. The enslaved humans didn't even know what rhythm to use for breathing, and the wild beasts of the Wilds couldn't understand why the Dragons could also make such a sound that only they possessed.
"Continue!"
Ryan gave the order, and the Dragons in the distance looked over. It hadn't expected that there was any other force besides the humans in front of it that could threaten it.
It roared in anger, its Dragon's Might's might unleashing a fiery breath that swept over the area, before Daryl delivered a powerful, heavy blow to its head with the Giant Mammoth's Might.
"It's your turn."
No sooner had Ryan finished speaking than Borgeld rushed out. She was excited, crazy, and the proud girl was already unhappy that her limelight had been stolen. If she weren't not strong enough, the first people she would have taught Daryl and Brandt lesson.
On the battlefield, Brandt raised his head and charged into the Dragons's arena as well. As for the war on the ground, the Stag Legion had entered the final stage.
"They do not possess the Magic Power wielded by Dragons."
Rose said from the side, "Until now, the Dragon Monarch Rheindart has not shown the Dragons ' terrifying side. That is, the Dragons are natural genius Mages. They can absorb Magic Factor and form Magic Power by swimming in Magic Factor."
Rheindart did not display any magic; the only magical aspect was the scorching flames brought by its dragon breath as Amber Flame Dragon.
"Isn't this a good thing?"
Ryan didn't care. Mages and Alchemist like Rose pursued the truth, but Lord Ryan was a practical man. It was all for the best that the Dragon Monarch didn't possess that terrible, destructive power.
Seeing that the Dragon Monarch had run out of tricks, Rose no longer concealed herself. The shadow beneath her feet transformed into a giant serpent, lunging at the Dragon Monarch. At the same time...
"It's you!!!"
The Dragon Monarch sensed that a strange toxin was being awakened within its body. The toxin, which it had tried many methods to eliminate but could not, was now erupting once again.
Turbid blood flowed from the Dragons's seven orifices, the blood mixed with a metallic sheen—a gift Rose had left for Rheindart in the previous battle.
Appearing in mid-air, Rose looked at Daryl, who was somewhat angry. This was his first battle as Legendary, yet it hadn't served as a decisive blow. He hadn't fully grasped the power he possessed, which was different from the Transcendent Knight system cultivated by the Andara Royal Family knights.
Strictly speaking, the blessing of the Giant Mammoth shifted all of Daryl's past knightly powers in a completely different direction.
The Knight Breathing Technique of the Andara Royal Family could never possibly obtain Legendary blessing like that of Giant Mammoth.
Rose raised her metal arm, and the moment the mechanism clicked, a large number of metal particles floated in mid-air. They were like embedded in the surface of the Dragons, rendering the Dragon Monarch unable to move for a short time.
Daryl finally unleashed another punch. He was still not used to it, but the power of the Legendary was not fake. The Giant Mammoth, carrying the force of the ground, smashed many of the Dragon Monarch's bones.
The Dragon Monarch descended from the sky, but this time he crashed into Westwind City, the land he ruled. Brandt and Borgeld shattered the bones of its wings. In the sky, Daryl, sword in hand, leaped down, stepping on the Dragons's body to pierce its heart.
Ryan stopped him.
Riding his warhorse slowly into Westwind City, Ryan approached the Dragons and drew his Legendary Amber Longsword.
The slaves in Westwind City remained kneeling, daring not to move even if the sky collapsed or the ground cracked open, numbly awaiting the outcome.
Ryan threw his longsword in front of one of the human slaves.
"The ancient tales have led you to pray for the appearance of the Dragon Chosen to help you overthrow the Dragons ' rule, but Ryan wants you to stand up."
"Kill it."
"I... I..."
Unable to utter words of fear of enslavement, he finally managed to squeeze out only one sentence.
"I am not the Dragon Chosen."
"Stand up, kill it, and tell everyone that you are not the Dragon Chosen, but you were chosen by me."
All around, powerful knights stared at the human slave. The slave finally roared in fear, his whole body trembling. But he didn't know where the strength came from. Perhaps Rose was helping him with some kind of supernatural power, or perhaps Egil's help to his feet gave him a bit of the courage of a lone wolf. In any case, the human slave picked up the Legendary weapon and charged towards the Dragons's body.
He could only blindly reload, but the Dragons's corpse was too big; it could hit him no matter what.
The longsword pierced the Dragons's heart, flames burning on the Amber Longsword, and the weapon finally drank its fill of Legendary blood once more.
It feeds back, feeding back to the warrior who wields it, but if the warrior is not qualified, then he may also explode and die.
Of course, he couldn't let this man die. Brandt pulled him away and placed his hand on the Amber Longsword, which stopped trembling and became quiet.