Red and Silver (I)

A series of sonic booms followed, and a thunderous roar echoed high in the sky.

"Foolish the North!"

"Since you are so overconfident in provoking a war—"

Keosius spread his broad wings and swooped down from the sky, the dragon crystal on his chest surging with scorching energy and radiating dazzling light.

"Then I will grant you the most utter destruction!"

"Boom!"

As his words fell, a sound of air exploding rang out, and a pillar of blazing white fire spewed from his gaping maw.

First, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the seemingly indestructible ice barrier, then thick smoke billowed out, and it suddenly shattered with a crisp "crash," completely disintegrating.

"Long Live the Embers of the Burned King!"

Long live the Great Red Dragon!

"This is the godlike power of our master!"

"No, our master has surpassed the gods! He is a greater being!"

"Your Majesty! We are invincible!"

The soldiers of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom erupted in cheers. Whether they were Tiefling, Hobgoblin, or Ogre, they all raised their weapons and cheered with extreme excitement, as if they were witnessing the arrival of their gods.

The Ogre Artillery, in their extreme excitement, fired their cannons several times, creating a fireworks-like spectacle in the air, causing the huge shells to fall into the deserted wasteland.

But the commander of the Ogre Artillery Corps ignored him, for he was equally excited. The enormous Ogre waved his banner and leaped about, making the ground beneath his feet swell with weight.

"Roar--"

The Red Dragon slowly flapped its wings in mid-air, letting out a long roar that reverberated Anzeta.

He didn't say much.

It simply looked down upon everything on the ground.

As his roar echoed across the wilderness, and as he flapped his wings again and again, creating a powerful gust of wind, the climate behind him changed dramatically.

The temperature rose sharply, the air became restless, and orange-red sunset clouds spread rapidly across the horizon, instantly dyeing most of the sky red.

A mist rose from the river's surface, and the ice shards in the turbulent flow melted instantly.

[Control Weather]

This is the Red Dragon's territory.

Wherever he appears, the surrounding area is inevitably like a fiery hell.

Under the overwhelming and terrifying dragon's might, countless pairs of fearful eyes were cast upwards towards this majestic dragon.

Although many dragons have wreaked havoc throughout the history of the the North, most of them were White Dragon. Dragons of this size have never appeared before—dragons of this size are extremely rare in any plane.

Although they had witnessed it in Magic Image, they were still incredibly shocked and terrified when they faced this terrifying dragon in person.

The Northern Nobles didn't even entertain the idea of being his enemy.

This Red Dragon is more like a powerful force created by the laws of nature, like a terrifying natural disaster such as an earthquake, avalanche, or hurricane, which is simply beyond human power to resist.

"Tempus above, how can such a being exist?"

"How so?"

"He... he has become even stronger."

Viscount Luton muttered incredulously, his silk trousers already soaked through. But under the oppressive atmosphere, no one noticed these details.

"No"

Even Grand Duke Leo stood there like a wooden statue, his head slightly raised, his hand holding the sword trembling uncontrollably.

There was no need for him to draw the "Lion's Honor Sword"—because there was absolutely no need.

Before such a colossal dragon that has reached the limits of the Prime Material Plane, any being below the legendary level is like an ant, destined to be crushed by the dragon.

Now, his only hope rests on that being, and of course, also on his backup plan.

Grand Duke Leo nervously raised his head.

"Roar--"

Another dragon roar rang out, but this time it came from the Alliance.

"I come to carry out the will of the Lord of the North Wind; I am the defender of the dragon order."

"I am the guardian of the world's balance."

"An observer of material beings."

Whispers, pulsating with magical energy, echoed across the vast wasteland.

Above the Allied forces.

Beneath the azure sky, a colossal Ancient Silver Dragon slowly flapped its wings, creating a powerful gust of wind that lifted the billowing clouds, revealing its form in its entirety—it was none other than the "Silver Wing" Oszedro.

Its enormous body was thirty meters long, with its head held high. Its eyes were deep and bright, as if they could see through everything in the world.

The surrounding air seemed to be infected by his aura, and even the Weave rippled, becoming solemn and dignified.

A powerful aura, no less than that of the Red Dragon, instantly spread out, only it was more orderly and more awe-inspiring than fearful.

Dragons are creatures with magical essence. The Ancient Dragon' long-term casting of spells has caused their dragon might to emanate a strong magical aura.

Legendary magic -Mage-Eater Dragon like Oszedro possess a dragon aura so dense it seems almost tangible, and their every move is as if the chosen ones of Mystra were present, making it hard not to feel an urge to worship them.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people on the battlefield, the Silver Dragon's body gleamed in the sunlight, like a mountain forged from silver, standing tall above the pure white clouds.

Every movement of the Ancient Silver Dragon is full of power and elegance.

As he flew, a biting wind howled, carrying icy snowflakes and a hazy white mist, turning half the sky into a white world, causing the Allied soldiers shrouded in it to shiver.

It's actually about [Control Weather]!

This is Silver Dragon's innate spell, which any Silver Dragon that reaches a certain age can cast, not to mention Oszedro.

In an instant, the entire world was divided into two distinct halves, red and white.

Half of it is a scorching, restless, red inferno filled with fiery clouds, while the other half is a chilling, white world shrouded in icy winds, snow, and fog.

The battle between the Red Dragon and the Silver Dragon has not yet begun; they are still in a phase of probing each other. However, the environment has already been completely changed by the terrifying power of both sides, and it will take several years to restore it to its original state.

"O gods—"

"Have I returned to the Second Era? This level of battle."

Viscount Luton couldn't help but shiver; the biting wind made him tremble all over, and even his soaked trousers were frozen stiff.

Leo Bosk's face was also clouded with gloom, and he looked up at the sky with a heavy expression.

"Such a monster"

His lips trembled as he murmured to himself.

Yes, in the face of such power, neither overwhelming authority nor exalted status seems meaningless. All his schemes, efforts, and struggles seem like a pathetic joke.

These two dragons could easily destroy his country and the legacy that the Bosk Family had built up over thousands of years.

What's particularly ridiculous is that he was the person most affected by the outcome of this war, and the leader who had tied his family and country to this war.

Whether Grand Duke Leo can survive this "Red Dragon Calamity" does not depend on himself, but on whether the Silver Dragon who disdains him can achieve victory.

"If..."

"Without this Red Dragon, the rule of the the North could have lasted for another thousand years!"

"How could such a monster exist in this world?"

Even Grand Duke Leo himself didn't notice that his expression was becoming increasingly ferocious, with a strong hatred suppressed in his eyes.

He recalled Silver Dragon's contemptuous words and his own humble posture.

At this moment, Leo Bosk wished that all the extraordinary beings that could hinder his rule and pose a threat to him would disappear from this world, including that sanctimonious and glamorous Silver Dragon.