Collision

The Fire Breath, transformed by magic, erupted like a torrential downpour, a blinding blue pillar of fire shooting straight into the sky, its outer flame a terrifying blue, its inner flame a blinding white.

Wherever the flames reached, the air was distorted by the intense heat, as if even time itself was twisted within the extreme heat of the flames.

The Silver Dragon's breath is a fusion of various magical powers, including ice, hurricane, and radiance, ultimately forming a pillar of light filled with Holy Order and containing immense energy.

A pure white, flawless breath descended from the sky, like Divine Punishment personally bestowed by Bahamut.

The two breaths, separated by a distance of over a thousand meters, rapidly approached each other, about to collide.

The wasteland was silent for a moment, as if stunned by the terrible magical reaction.

Immediately afterwards, the two completely different forces finally collided, producing a violent magical explosion, and a huge mushroom cloud bloomed in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling light tore through the smoke, instantly illuminating the entire sky, which suddenly became exceptionally bright, as if another sun had risen.

The light was so dazzling that people could not look directly at it.

"Boom--"

The roar reverberated Anzeta, causing everyone around to experience tinnitus and even dizziness.

As the light spread, a massive energy wave began to radiate outward from the center of the explosion. Like an invisible tidal wave, it swept in at an astonishing speed, destroying everything in its path.

"Whoosh—"

The original tents crumbled instantly under the impact of the energy wave, turning into ruins. Trees were uprooted, their branches and leaves flying everywhere. Soil and stones on the ground were hurled up, forming huge whirlwinds of dust and debris.

If both armies hadn't already retreated several miles away, they might have been destroyed by this energy, or even completely wiped out.

A dozen or so players who were just enjoying the spectacle have been swallowed up by the aftershocks.

"Help--"

"Gods, is that Divine Punishment?"

"Get down! Everyone get down! Don't come any closer!"

Even so, many people were still blown down and away by the giant wave. Even those who were still standing had an extremely difficult time. They clung tightly to whatever they could find around them, as if grasping at a straw, in order to barely maintain their balance.

Leo Bosk, heavily protected by his guards, hid behind a small mound, lying on the ground in a rather disheveled posture, gazing up at the magical disaster in the sky.

"Look, they can easily destroy everything you value."

The deep voice rang out again.

The hatred in his eyes intensified, and he kept muttering to himself, "This monster, this monster that threatens the duchy."

"They must be completely eliminated! Kill them all!"

He himself was unaware that a distorted vortex had appeared in his pupils.

After the violent explosion caused by the first collision, the Contend Against between Oszedro's "Bahamut's Breath" and Keosius's "Primordial Breath" continued, but gradually entered a stalemate.

The blazing blue-white flames clashed violently with ice, light, and hurricanes in the air. The flames gradually blurred under the onslaught of the ice, while the ice sizzled under the heat of the flames.

Freezing, thawing, and evaporation are constantly occurring, creating billowing white mist once again.

The two elements both dissolve and resist each other, creating a spectacular scene on the wasteland.

The surrounding air became chaotic under the impact of this force, with air currents swirling rapidly and forming gusts of wind. The temperature on the wasteland also fluctuated wildly under the alternating influence of this force, with the earth sometimes covered in frost and sometimes scorching hot.

To the onlookers, the Silver Dragon and the Red Dragon faced off, one on the left and one on the right, one high in the sky and one on the ground, their powerful breaths locked in a standoff, neither willing to back down an inch.

Olivia and Christina were thrown back by the shockwave from the collision of the two forces and crashed together onto a huge Ice Mountain.

The two young Young Dragon, one blue and one silver, became entangled together.

"No—Grandfather!"

"Stop! I'm still alive!"

Olivia quickly broke free from the Blue Dragon's grasp, flapping her wings, trying to fly again.

However, Christina grabbed the Silver Dragon's hind leg and screamed, "Shameless Silver Dragon!"

"I cannot allow you to interfere with this sacred duel!"

Having been thwarted time and again, Olivia grew angry. She swung her claws to create a force field the size of a head, which knocked the Blue Dragon to the ground.

"Get away! I'm saving Keosius!"

"That's the power of His Bahamut Your Majesty! Do you want him to die?"

Braving the raging storm and torrents of energy, Olivia soared into the air, using a spell to amplify her sound waves as she cried out, "Grandfather! Stop!"

"I'm not dead yet! I haven't been eaten! Keosius isn't some incorrigible villain!"

Oszedro was spewing icefalls in the air, finally noticed Olivia's presence. He was startled, and the uncontrollable anger in his heart gradually dissipated.

Even Oszedro could not fully control the power of the Bahamut's Breath.

This breath contains a wisp of divine power from the "Lord of the North Wind," and once released, it cannot be easily stopped until evil is completely destroyed.

Moreover, the Red Dragon was continuously unleashing terrifying fission breath. If it stopped, Oszedro would have to endure its Primal Breath, a price he simply couldn't afford.

"Stop! Grandfather!"

Olivia was still calling out urgently.

But in the face of the overwhelming power of both sides, the Silver Dragon, which was more than ten meters long, seemed so insignificant.

The terrifying magical reaction continued, with two powerful and fundamentally superior forces constantly colliding and Contend Against, continuously altering the entire environment of this wasteland.

Leonard, the current patriarch of the Melvord Clan, a male Silver Dragon in his prime, looked up at the Young Silver Dragon in the sky and shouted:

"Olivia! Come back! This is not a battle you can participate in!"

Leonard looked up at the battered and bruised Oszedro, then at the Red Dragon in the distance, its body wreathed in flames and focused all its energy on its breath. A resolute and determined look flashed in his vertical pupils.

"Fellow tribesmen, that evil dragon is now unable to move!"

"But tradition..."

The Silver Dragon in the group hesitated.

Leonard said anxiously, "Elder Oszedro is the Guardian of Melvord! He can't be wrong!"

"We must help the elders; justice and order will ultimately prevail!"

At his call, the Silver Dragon behind him flapped their wings and took to the air.

For the adaptable Silver Dragon, outnumbering their opponents is rarely a shameful thing. As the nemesis of the Red Dragon, the Silver Dragon often summon allies to defeat these brutal, solitary enemies.

However, this time, the opponent was not fighting alone either.

"Shameless Silver Dragon!"

"Don't even think about getting one step closer to His Highness! You are insulting the great traditions of the Dragon Clan!"

Christina roared and led twelve Blue Dragon guards to meet them.

The Blue Dragon of the Faria Clan unleashed bursts of lightning, clashing with the Silver Dragon of the Melvord Clan, and the two long-standing grudges between the dragon groups Contend Against once more.

"I am the master's most loyal servant!"

Tinia roared fiercely, and the nearly twenty-meter-long White Dragon, a creature that had reverted to its ancestral form, soared into the air and plunged into the fiercely fighting dragon pack, slamming a fully grown Silver Dragon beneath it.