The Dragon Monarch fell, dying before everyone's eyes. In an instant, the densely packed Extraordinary Legion became like Demons from hell, inspiring fear in everyone.
They feared the Dragon Monarch, and the power to kill the Dragon Monarch was naturally even more terrifying. The enslaved humans were numb, feeling that everything had nothing to do with them.
They only have two things to do: live and die.
However, looking at the trembling slaves who stood up, it seemed that things had changed somewhat.
"Our ancient ancestors used fire to fight against beasts of darkness. If they encountered a powerful beast that was not afraid of fire, it was not necessarily their fate; it could only mean that the fire was not burning strong enough."
"Humans are not incapable of defeating Dragons. If they cannot, then they should find the flame that can burn Dragons to death."
"We will succeed one day, after all, our faith is the dawn of hope."
Standing before the Dragons's corpse, Ryan didn't try to explain his reasoning to anyone. He looked at the Dragons burned to Ash, with only its charred skeleton remaining. This Dragon Monarch was not a treasure trove as legend had it, because it had never been bathed in the ocean of Magic Power. It was a human, Dragons transformed from a dragon Dragon Chosen.
Turning around, Ryan saw that the kneeling human slaves were no longer around him, and looked at the people who had followed him.
"It was killed by humans other than the Dragon Chosen. Has our arrival brought fear to the civilization of the Dragon Monarch?"
Ryan answered his own question and laughed.
"We'll see."
The army that killed the Dragon Monarch vanished, along with the human slaves of Westwind City. A few days later, the enraged Dragon Monarch circled in the sky above Westwind City, their breath destroying everything in the Westwind City, leaving only ruins to bury the remains of the dead Dragons.
If there are many things beyond human enslavement that are beyond our comprehension, then now, for the Dragon Monarch, there are also stories beyond their understanding. The one who killed the Dragon Monarch Rheindart was not Dragon Chosen, but a strange human.
"They actually killed the Dragon Monarch."
"They actually killed it."
In the dark underground, Fuan was still reeling from the shock. His eyes were filled with a mad, Dragons -like crimson light. He was undergoing a process of supernatural power cleansing his own strength, but it still couldn't stop the shock in his heart.
"It shouldn't be like this. Only I, the Dragon Chosen, can kill the Dragon Monarch!"
"Fuan said angrily, then suddenly raised his head and roared."
The roar gradually transformed into the outline of a dragon's cry, and it took a long time for it to subside.
The three followers also experienced emotional ups and downs.
"Who are they? I've never seen them before, it's like... it's like they don't belong to this world, they're different from us."
Winsor said with a puzzled expression. She was agile and had described Fuan and the others as girls living in the Mountain Forest. As executioners were part of the human slavery, she couldn't understand them either. She hadn't thought about this issue before, partly because she hadn't considered it, and partly because she didn't care. But now, those people had killed the Dragon Monarch.
The fearsome Dragon Monarch was like a stray dog in their presence, easily kicked to death.
Beside her, Milly was somewhat puzzled. She also felt that these people were different from them, as if they didn't belong to this world, just like Sven.
The little brain couldn't come up with anything too profound. The three followers waited for the Dragon Chosen's return, and soon the four of them set off again for Blue Butterfly City.
"Grandpa, I'd like to know, is there a faster way for me to complete the baptism of the Dragon Chosen?"
"One of the Dragon Monarch is already dead. Those humans who killed it were powerful, but the Dragon Chosen were right. I want everyone to see that the Dragon Chosen are the heroes who will save the world."
"But I am too weak."
" The Dragon Monarch is dead? Killed by humans?"
The blind old man said in confusion, his voice no longer hoarse at this moment, as if this matter was also incomprehensible to him.
"Yes, that person has a powerful army and warriors under his command, and even the Dragon Monarch is dead."
The blind old man asked some questions and it took him a long time to come to his senses.
"He has returned."
The blind old man was saying incomprehensible things, which puzzled Fuan.
"Who are you talking about?"
"There are only three keys to the world, and only one was lost in the Northlands. Before He perished, He took the key with Him."
"There are no humans in this world who can kill Dragon Monarch, unless they come from outside the world."
The blind old man's words were hard for the group to understand. What did he mean by "outside the world"? They had never encountered such a unique term before.
" Dragon Chosen One, do you desire the full power of the Dragon Chosen?"
The blind old man changed the subject and asked, and Fuan nodded repeatedly. He felt his own weakness and desperately needed great power to prove himself.
"I'm a bit weak."
Fuan said softly, unwilling to admit that before those people appeared, Fuan was the most powerful human in the world, and the sudden psychological gap was hard for him to accept.
"As you wish, the Dragon Chosen is destined to become the Monarch of mankind. Those powers have always awaited your inheritance. It seems that the Dragon Chosen has an enemy."
"The enemy...?"
Fuan listened to this and nodded. Indeed, at this moment, he and those human armies were like enemies.
"I will defeat them and become the true Monarch of mankind."
"Then, Dragon Chosen One, you need to go to the the North of this land. There is a mountain that humans cannot climb, which is Eternity buried by snow. If you want to quickly obtain the power of the Dragon Chosen, Dragon Chosen must climb that Snow Mountain."
"But... for many years, no Dragon Chosen has ever climbed up there."
"I will do it."
Fuan stated firmly that he was the only Dragon Chosen in the world, that he was the chosen one, that he was special, and that he could do what others could not.
"I believe you Dragon Chosen One, can climb up. Perhaps I can offer you some assistance."
The blind old man went into the house, searching for some ancient artifact, and finally brought a pair of leather boots to Fuan.
The boots were heavy, as if they were made of some kind of tough leather.
"These are the shoes my son used to wear. I hope they can be of help to the Dragon Chosen."
"Thank you for your generosity."
The Dragon Chosen team has set off once again, ready to climb the impossible mountain.
Meanwhile, Ryan of the Frozen Earth Territory was preparing to kill the remaining Dragon Monarch.
"In the land of Aesir, there were a total of seven Dragon Monarch. After one was killed, only six remained."
"Six Legendary, and they're nothing but mindless beasts..."
This challenge was also difficult for Ryan. These Dragon Monarch were not so Legendary, but their power was real.
Defeating them one by one? That would be very difficult. After killing the Dragon Monarch Rheindart, the remaining Dragon Monarch in that world would become wary. The power that could kill them would be noticed by these Dragon Monarch immediately. By then, he might not even be able to defeat them one by one before he faces an attack from a large number of Dragons.
"We still need to make use of that Dragon Chosen One."
Ryan held the Dragon Emperor's Crown. In the world of Nidhogg, the Dragon Chosen were created by Great Being to harvest human faith. If the species were different, then the same species would be created. As a loser, the Dragon Emperor was probably no longer related to Him. Ryan had not yet captured any trace of the Dragon God and the Demon Dragon.
Daryl did not return to the Andara Kingdom. With Grand Duke Leta's participation in the war, the Andara Kingdom now had a Legendary to lead the war in the the North. The royal family was also shrewd; while Grand Duke Leta could still hold on, the royal family was unwilling to waste their last remaining trump card.
"According to past records, it takes three to five years for Dragon Chosen to grow from an ordinary person into a Legendary Dragons. This speed is already fast enough, but waiting three to five years is too long."
While Ryan was still planning the power of the Dragon Chosen, news came from the Bard of Otherworld.
" The Dragon Chosen have disappeared. We have searched everywhere but found no trace of Dragon Chosen. The Dragon Monarch has been angrily surveying the lands of Aesir and Muspel, but he still cannot find them."
"And what about us?"
"The marks Winsor left indicated a path to the north, but we haven't found any more of her marks. However, based on the trail, she should have gone to the the North of Aesir, a desolate and rugged land where humans can hardly survive."
"What are they doing there?"
Ryan was puzzled. Ryan had put in a lot of effort to keep track of the Dragon Chosen's whereabouts and to ensure Dragon Chosen didn't die on the way.
Moreover, he had previously speculated that Nidhogg Nidhogg be the first Otherworld without any trace of the Northlands because of the barren mountains to the the North that blocked the snow and winds from the Northlands.
However, when the scouts returned and reported that they had seen the ocean and confirmed that further the North of the barren hills, there was no more expansive land. The world of Nidhogg was not as vast as they had imagined; it seemed that the Norris Continent was still too large.
Later, Ryan stopped sending anyone there. It was a desolate wilderness with nothing in it. Even the Dragon Monarch didn't go there. Now it seems that it's because the Dragon Monarch were human in disguise, so they don't like the Wilds.
In short, the only explanation for Dragon Chosen go to such places is that they possess power that the Dragon Chosen can obtain, enabling them to complete more blood sacrifices and elevate their own power.
"That place has the most Magical Beast; I hope I won't die there."
Ryan was exasperated. This Dragon Chosen was running around everywhere. Couldn't that Great Being just be more direct? Once the Dragon Chosen found the weapon and the armor, the Dragon Chosen would immediately become Legendary?
Look at Surtr of Twilight, he can do it, and Hobii of the Ghouls, he can easily turn his familiars into inferior Legendary familiars.
Speaking of Surtr, Ryan even missed that fat sheep. When he couldn't think of a way to fight the Dragon Monarch, Ryan had his eye on Surtr. If only he still had the Twilight Divinity on his Spirituality Panel, he could call Surtr to help him again.
"I wonder where that guy is hiding. He must know I'm on the Norris Continent. Is he really that afraid of the Lord of Dawn, the God of Light?"
Ryan's plan in the Otherworld is a protracted war. Now that he has killed the first Dragon Monarch, he needs to take a break. In the near future, he plans to keep an eye on the food production base in the Swamp.
However, plans can't keep up with changes. Just as Ryan had this idea, the Bard Sven sent another urgent message.
The Dragon Monarch Drummond has become... a person.
A human with golden pupils and Dragons claws.
This terrified Sven, giving him an urge to run away.
" The Dragon Chosen become Dragon Monarch, and the Dragon Monarch become human Dragon Chosen, that makes sense... right?"
In Ryan's view, those Dragon Monarch must have lost their minds after becoming Dragons, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to hide their identities and live for such a long time.
After all, the Dragon Chosen are not chosen by the heavens, but rather chosen by Great Being. The Dragon Chosen have not received much education; before becoming Dragon Chosen, they were merely slaves. How could their inherent qualities and upbringing be too high? After gaining power, it is normal for them to act arrogantly and flaunt their strength.
The fact that those Dragon Monarch didn't have this problem can only mean that after they became servants of Great Being, even their memories became distorted.
This is even more direct than that of the ghouls.
Now that the Dragon Monarch Drummond has turned back into a human, what happened to his memories?
"My name... what's my name?!"
The dragon Monarch Drummond clutched his head and roared madly. His roars were sometimes like the roar of Dragons and sometimes like the screams of a human. His madness destroyed the exquisite dragon lair around him.
Tell me your name!
Sven knelt on the ground, his teeth chattering. He was stunned when he first saw it and ran away like a madman. The second time he saw it, he was caught and brought back. He was in a daze.
" Your Majesty, Drummond."
Sven didn't know what to say. Dragons turning into a human? Even Deities couldn't do that, could they? How did the Dragon Monarch before him manage it? Did it wear human skin over its dragon hide? Like the people of Gam, who, after being blessed by Lord Ryan, could use the fur of wild beasts to transform into beasts?
It can only be said that Sven, the Bard, had so many Pegasus stories in his mind that his ability to accept them was much stronger than that of ordinary people. You have to know that there was more than just Sven at the time, but now he is the only one still alive.
" Drummond, my name is Drummond."
"I remember, the great Lord made me sacrifice the blood, souls, and faith of mankind, transforming me into a powerful Dragons to rule over human territory..."
Drummond roared, and the outline of Dragons vaguely appeared around his body. Sven could see clearly that it was Drummond's true form. Moreover, as the Dragons's phantom became clearer, this human-form Drummond was so illusory.
He is broken, like a piece of paper torn into hundreds or thousands of pieces; piecing them back together cannot change the fact that he is broken.
A dragon's roar that resounded Odin City caused all the human slaves to kneel on the ground in fear, wondering what kind of rage the Dragon Monarch was unleashed this time.
"I am Drummond, the Dragon Monarch, the master of mankind!"
"I am— the Dragon Chosen!"
The Dragons let out a deafening roar, which shocked Sven to the point that he forgot his fear.
The Dragon Chosen?
Because he had difficulty communicating with Ryan, Sven didn't know the answer. Upon hearing the result, he felt his entire brain tremble.
That was excitement, that was boiling over thoughts—what a story this was! If it could be spread, he would become the most esteemed Bard.
The Dragons soared into the sky, flying above Odin City, before swooping down and landing in front of Sven.
At that moment, the Dragons's eyes gained a wise light, and he looked at his servant like a true human Monarch.
"Tell me, where is that Dragon Chosen dares to challenge my Monarch authority?"
"I... Your Majesty, I finally found traces of the Dragon Chosen; it seems he went the North."