Red and Silver (IV)

Oszedro trembled with extreme rage, even the scales on his face were slightly open, and his solemn Dragon Face now looked somewhat ferocious.

The surface of that enormous silver dragon's body was half dull and lifeless, as if covered in dust, while the other half shimmered with brilliant light, as if it had been forcibly filtered through two different lenses.

"You despicable and shameless evil dragon!"

"You need to pay the price for what you've done!"

The Ancient Silver Dragon roared once more, its fury filled with barely suppressed rage.

Oszedro stretched out his right claw with all his might, and a complex magic circle several meters long appeared in his palm. Heavy stones, broken trees, and even mangled corpses on the ground suddenly rose up, and the surrounding environment became like the void of the Astral Plane.

The gravity within a hundred meters was controlled by this Ancient Silver Dragon; this was the Silver Dragon's innate ability to cast spells.

"What did I do?"

"Is it to enable the people to live a better life, to launch a counterattack in this war, and to shatter the dream of the Northern Nobles to rule Anzeta for thousands of years?"

"Or did you destroy your centuries-old miserly collection? Turning you into a penniless pauper?"

Keosius mocked mercilessly.

The Red Dragon suddenly raised its wings in mid-air, and with the powerful muscles attached to its wing bones, it created a strong Wing Storm above its body, which directly counteracted the reversal of gravity, allowing its massive dragon body to remain suspended in mid-air.

Faced with Keosius's mockery, the Silver Dragon's voice became even more furious, its roar like thunder.

"Lies! You can't provoke me!"

"Our Metallic Dragon Clan has expended countless efforts and paid an immeasurable price to barely maintain the balance between mortals and dragons, preventing the tragedies of ancient times from ever happening again."

"And you, the filthy offspring of Tiamat, have not used the power bestowed upon you by Io for good, but instead have used it to destroy the order!"

The Ancient Silver Dragon slightly opened its mouth, its cheek scales gleaming, and from its enormous mouth, inlaid with the "Dragon Jaw," spewed a waterfall of snow-white, extremely cold water.

However, the Red Dragon was not as Oszedro had guessed, unable to remain suspended in place due to the Contend Against gravity.

With the aid of Aerial Maneuvering and the agility of Graceful Dragon, Keosius's flying skills reached their pinnacle.

"Whoosh—"

The Red Dragon flapped its wings in a peculiar and agile manner, flying freely in the anti-gravity environment. It transformed into a red afterimage, flying at high speed around the Ancient Silver Dragon, whose white breath was always a step behind it, unable to even catch up with the tip of its tail.

As he circled around, a powerful hurricane gradually formed, and together with the flames surrounding the Red Dragon, it gradually created a massive Fire Dragon Tornado.

"Oszedro! I think you've been asleep for centuries and your brain is completely out of control! Your leaky system of order is outdated!"

"The outdated and corrupt systems of the the North should be swept into the dustbin of history!"

"And you—the hypocritical Silver Dragon with a sanctimonious facade, the nominal maintainer of order but in reality an obstacle to historical progress—are the same!"

"Roar--"

The dragon's roar once again shook the wasteland.

The flames created by the Red Dragon intertwined with the ice and snow surrounding the Silver Dragon, the heat and cold colliding to create a noisy sound, with water vapor constantly rising upwards.

A colossal pillar of cloud and mist seemed to rise from the wasteland, and it continued to expand. Scalding steam, stones flying in the wind, swirling flames, and shattered ice fragments formed an extreme forbidden zone for life.

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

"This is not a battle we can participate in!"

Faced with this situation, Marshal Dolo, who was in command of the battlefield, decisively ordered the kingdom's army to retreat to the rear in an orderly manner, with the coordination of junior officers.

The Tiefling, Hobgoblin, and Ogre raised their weapons high, and although they couldn't see the battle in the clouds, it didn't stop them from cheering on the Red Dragon in this "Dual Dragon Battle" from afar.

The players, on the other hand, were much more chaotic. They scattered freely in all directions, some even going forward to watch. Even when they were caught up in the chaos, the players remained indifferent and didn't forget to shout loudly.

"The special effects are off the charts! It's so grand!"

"Holy crap, this Cutscene even deals damage?"

"I can fly!"

"Wait, why am I on fire?"

"Look! That person is burned to a crisp!"

The soldiers and nobles of the allied forces were in complete disarray. They were composed of private armies from various families, and their organization could be described as chaotic.

Tens of thousands of people scrambled to escape, resulting in numerous stampedes, but some were still swept away by the hurricane and tragically lost their lives.

They are not immortal beings like players; once they are affected by this war, they will truly have to say goodbye to this world forever.

"What exactly is that thing?"

"Damn it, don't get any closer!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Wow, the wind is so strong! I'm going to be swept away! Help—"

Viscount Luton was also fleeing desperately, but his trembling legs and soaked trousers caused him to stumble and fall to the ground. He lay there, shivering, turning his head to look up at the catastrophic scene.

"Gods above, what kind of power is this?"

"How can humanity possibly defeat such an existence?"

Viscount Luton watched the battle that was enough to shake Anzeta, muttering to himself.

A thought suddenly arose in his mind: such an epic battle should not be buried in the torrent of history; someone should record it.

Behind the allied forces, Grand Duke Leo was also quietly watching the battle from above.

From time to time, a scale or claw of the giant dragon would peek out from within the billowing white smoke, its enormous form flashing by.

The earth cried out again and again like a newborn baby, constantly emitting a rumbling sound that everyone could feel—it was trembling.

Lightning, hurricanes, hail, and even meteorites, which are rarely seen in normal times, appeared one after another. Blurry stars appeared in the sky, and even a little bit of their residual power could cause hundreds of casualties.

Grand Duke Leo suddenly felt that his decades of planning were a joke, and even the death of his own son had never made him so lost.

"Dragon."

"They can destroy everything with ease."

"This kind of creature should never have existed in this world."

Leo Bosk looked up at the dragon's shadow high in the sky, his lips trembling slightly as he murmured to himself.

He is the Grand Duke of the Bosque Duchy.

He is also the nominal king of the Northern United Kingdom.

He, the born noble Leo Bosk, should be the one to rule Anzeta and decide the fate of the the North —not those two monsters high in the sky.

Suddenly, a deep voice abruptly rang in his mind, yet it seemed so natural.

Do you want revenge?