Broken Dragon Wings

A burning meteor fell from the sky, plummeting straight to the ground, causing the already scarred earth to let out a mournful cry.

Under the intense collision of elements, scorching winds swept across the land, thick smoke gradually spread, and many people's clothes caught fire on the spot, with ashes and Mars filling the air.

The mages of the Arcane Legion raised their staffs in unison, trying to protect the allied soldiers, but their protective spells were as flimsy as paper in the face of these top-tier spells.

With their exceptional organizational skills, the Embers of the Burned Empire's army rallied together and, through the combined efforts of the Arcane Legion and the Imperial Technology Department, created a hemispherical dome that enveloped the Embers of the Burned Legion.

"Help!"

"On Amanata!"

"God, please bless me and save me!"

Soldiers on the ground scattered and fled in all directions, dodging the attacks of magic, their cries echoing into the sky.

High in the sky, facing the Red Dragon, the Ancient Gold Dragon Titus seemed to have heard something. Titus turned his head and said with deep concern, "Lord Barachiel, this land has been ravaged beyond recognition. If this continues, it will probably become a forbidden zone filled with Space Rift and magical turbulence."

"I know."

Barachiel frowned slightly, the bright silver longsword in his hand still crackling with electricity, and the three pairs of wings on his back slowly flapped.

He still held his head slightly raised, his dark purple eyes fixed on the Red Dragon in the distance, unable to see anything else.

For Barachiel, this Red Dragon was also a formidable opponent, extremely fast and with superb regenerative abilities, and its close-quarters combat and spellcasting abilities were no less than his own.

Although the Lord of Paradise was confident of never being defeated, he was actually finding it difficult to defeat his opponent in the short term. If this battle were to become a protracted war, the surrounding creatures would suffer unimaginable disasters. Perhaps it was time to reveal his trump card. Barachiel finally made up his mind and thought to himself.

With a slight thought, He telepathically communicated with the Ancient Gold Dragon standing guard beside him. "Titus, I need you to hold off this Red Dragon for now and buy me some time."

"Okay." Golden Dragon's response was brief and forceful, his gaze exceptionally resolute, as if he were prepared to give his life.

As expected, they are a trustworthy ally, only a bit weak, Barachiel thought.

The Red Dragon in the distance was watching them intently from its high position, constantly provoking them. "If that's all there is to it, then your plan to 'punish evil and promote good' is probably going to fail."

"Soon, I will send you to meet Walter." Keosius grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth and a ferocious smile.

"So, are you scared?"

Ancient Gold Dragon finally lost his temper. His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared again, "Evil dragon! Justice will not yield to evil, just as dark clouds cannot block out the sun forever!"

And this place— the Aisel Plain —will be your final resting place! I will use your blood to pay tribute to Duke Walter! The Golden Dragon roared and flapped its wings, stirring up a gust of wind, and flew towards the Red Dragon with all its might.

"You?"

Keosius chuckled mockingly, slowly flapping his Dragon Wing as he continued to gaze down at the Golden Dragon.

"You really think you're worthy to be my opponent?" The next moment, the Red Dragon transformed into a crimson afterimage, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, and arrived beside the Golden Dragon at a terrifying speed, grabbing its neck with its huge claws.

"You deserve to die."

The Golden Dragon panted heavily, struggling with all its might, flapping its Limbs and wings, but to no avail.

Keosius continued to increase the force of his claws, his arm veins bulging, and his sharp claws pierced through the golden scales of the other creature, seemingly trying to strangle the Ancient Gold Dragon to death.

He added sarcastically, "To be honest, I've never taken you seriously. Normally, you wouldn't even be qualified to stand in front of me."

"Are you trying to stall for time? Fine, if that's the case, then I'll play with you properly." A ferocious smile reappeared on the Red Dragon's face. His claws clenched even tighter, like iron clamps, the sharp claw tips digging deep into flesh, and gushing dragon blood dripping down his claws.

"Ugh—"

Golden Dragon let out a muffled groan. He trembled all over and used all his strength to raise his head, staring at Keosius with hatred and without fear.

With his throat being choked, his voice was extremely hoarse and broken. "Evil dragon... even if I die, I will not submit!"

Under the Red Dragon's astonished gaze, the Golden Dragon's battered body suddenly erupted with unimaginable power.

The mysterious runes engraved on the Golden Dragon's scales suddenly lit up, and its body surface seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, releasing a powerful aura. Even the Red Dragon's giant claws were pushed away by that force.

[Skin Carving: Steel Body!]

"Roar--"

Titus finally broke free from the Red Dragon's restraints, spread its broad golden Dragon Wing, and roared to the sky, unleashing a Earth-Shattering roar.

"Light will never perish, justice will endure forever—"

Keosius tilted his head, slightly surprised, and said, "Skincarver Dragon? Heh, that's somewhat interesting, worthy of being my trophy."

"Then let's give it a try!" The Golden Dragon roared again, assuming a fighting stance. Thanks to the effect of the Skin Carving, his entire body was shimmering.

"I'll show you—" Keosius flapped his wings, once again using his superior mobility to reach above the Golden Dragon, then roared as he pounced, "What true power is!"

The massive body, over fifty meters long, crashed down like a mountain, lunging at the Ancient Gold Dragon, which was only half its length and far lighter.

"Boom!"

A violent collision occurred high in the sky, and the powerful airflow spread in all directions, almost shattering the space itself.

"Aww!"

With a mournful cry, the Golden Dragon was sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Broken scales flew through the air, and even the flesh and bones inside its body were almost smashed into a pile.

Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, even with its gleaming Skin Carving, the Golden Dragon was powerless to resist and could only let its opponent continue to drag it toward the ground.

The two giant dragons clashed in the air and crashed to the ground together. Their speed increased, and they even tore through the air, making a piercing explosion.

Finally, the air around their bodies ignited, causing flames to appear on the Golden Dragon ' bodies. At this moment, they were like giant meteorites, streaking across the sky and crashing straight down to the ground.

Two colossal dragons crashed to the ground, striking the allied forces' positions with pinpoint accuracy—the most densely populated area! "Was that... was that a meteorite? No, it's dragons! Dragons!"

"O gods—"

" By On Amanata, they're coming at us!"

"It's too late, we can't escape, God, is this the end of the world?"

"No--"

Immediately, the Allied soldiers on the ground raised their heads in unison, their bodies trembling, their dust-covered, weary faces filled with despair and fear.

The dragon's massive, mountain-like body grew larger and larger in their eyes until it filled their entire field of vision.

For these fragile mortals, this is the end of the world.

"Boom!"

The earth let out Earth-Shattering wail, and the entire Aisel Plain trembled from the agony. Dust filled the sky, gales swept across the land, and powerful Shockwave sent countless people flying.

Thousands of coalition soldiers were caught up in this terrible natural disaster, and were crushed into mincemeat by the intense wind pressure even before the dragon could strike.

The impact caused air currents, cracks in the ground, and flying stones, resulting in the deaths of tens of thousands of Allied soldiers. Even in the distant Collins City, an earthquake struck, causing houses to collapse one after another, and the city was in chaos with heavy casualties.

This single collision claimed countless lives, and this was merely the aftermath of the battle—this is the crushing power of a single force.

Before the fearsome dragon, mortals are like ants.

A giant crater, hundreds of meters in diameter and tens of meters deep, appeared on the land of Aisel, creating cracks and earthquake zones thousands of meters long in the surrounding area.

As people cried out in alarm and wailed, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and a massive figure, as large as a small mountain, gradually appeared. The Red Dragon was standing on the Golden Dragon's body, spreading its Dragon Wing that Sky-Shading, and roared, "Can you feel it, you hypocritical Golden Dragon?"

This is the difference in power! You can never defeat me, not because of justice or evil, but simply because you are too weak!

Suddenly, the Red Dragon revealed a mocking smile and said, "Alright then, considering you can barely be considered one of our kind, I'll give you a chance, Golden Dragon. Submit to me, and I'll spare your life and provide you with a place to live in the new order of the Embers of the Burned Empire."

"But if you disagree," the Red Dragon paused, glancing down at its blood-stained claws, its eyes flashing with ferocity, "Then I'll have no choice but to send you to reunite with Walter!"

The Golden Dragon lay on the ground, barely alive, covered in blood and gore. Its bones seemed to have been ravaged beyond recognition, and even its wings were broken. The Skin Carving on its body emitted a dim glow.

Even so, Golden Dragon did his best to raise his head, his golden eyes filled with determination, revealing a faint but firm light.

"Even if I die today, I will never submit to you! Keosius, your end is near!"

In the distance, countless eyes were focused on this place, and they felt sincere admiration for this Golden Dragon ally who was determined to fight to the death and never yield.

But fearing the immense power of the Embers of the Burned Emperor, none of the tens of thousands of remaining allied troops dared to approach, much less step forward to rescue him—after all, it would be tantamount to suicide.

"Your Titus"

"What a pity."

"Yes, Titus gave his life for the cause of justice; he was a benevolent dragon."

"Truly worthy of being Dawn Wing, willing to sacrifice their lives to bring us light."

They could only gaze at the Golden Dragon from afar with pity and admiration, letting out a quiet sigh.

They didn't even dare to speak loudly for fear of attracting the attention of the Red Dragon.

"Utterly ridiculous!"

Keosius stepped on the Golden Dragon's back, forcefully lifting his head to face the surrounding crowd. "Is this the person you're supposed to protect? These cowards, lacking even the courage to offer a rescue! Is this your so-called justice? You've ended up isolated and helpless, losing your life—what a joke!"

Upon hearing Keosius's powerful words, the surrounding Allied soldiers lowered their heads in shame.

Titus gave a bitter laugh, "I uphold justice not for reward, but simply as Golden Dragon."

Keosius, enraged, laughed coldly and lifted the Golden Dragon off the ground with one arm, "Responsibility? Fine, then die with your responsibility!"

The giant claw suddenly extended, carrying a strong gust of wind, and struck the Ancient Gold Dragon's chest, about to tear out its beating heart.

"No!"

"Titus!"

The onlookers gasped in shock, almost unable to bear watching what was about to happen.

However, at that moment, the pendant with the gemstone embedded in the Golden Dragon's chest released a silvery-white light, protecting his body and blocking the Red Dragon's sharp claws.

Platinum Sacred Heart

Golden Dragon fell helplessly to the ground, but with his strong willpower, he used his broken Limbs to support his body and forced himself to stand up.

Keosius tilted his head and said softly, "Bahamut's favor? It's that meddlesome old man again, but it's no use."

Just as the Red Dragon was about to step forward, a deep, urgent voice came from the side. "Wait, Your Majesty Keosius!"

The space beside Titus gradually distorted, and an even larger and older Golden Dragon emerged from it. He held a scepter, and anxiety appeared on his majestic and wise face.

—This is Krasus Ancient Gold Dragon who is the governor of the Gold Dragon Council and is revered by the dragons of the Material Plane as the "Gilded Sage".

In an instant, Keosius and Titus, whom he was simultaneously controlling, were overjoyed. His self-inflicted injury had succeeded!

From that moment on, who would dare not regard Titus, the "Dragon of Dawn," as the vanguard in the rebellion against the Red Dragon? This was an event witnessed by tens of thousands of people! And it was endorsed by a highly respected Ancient Gold Dragon!

Crassus nodded slightly to Caesus and said in a heavy voice, "Your Majesty Caesus, our Golden Dragon Clan has no intention of participating in this conflict. We hope you will show mercy and spare Titus's life."

"On what grounds?"

"The Golden Dragon Clan will pay you sufficient compensation, for His Bahamut Your Majesty's sake."

Krasus stood in front of Titus, his tone quite solemn, as if he had made up his mind to take him away.

Keosius waved his claws dismissively and said, "If it weren't for the fact that we're both dragons, this ignorant Golden Dragon would have died long ago. Get out of this land; I still have a battle that's not over."

"Thank you for your understanding."

Seeing this, Krasus said nothing and immediately teleported away with Titus, leaving this place of trouble.

This grand stage play came to an end. From then on, Titus would become a world-renowned rebel against the Embers of the Burned Empire and a hero worshipped by countless "righteous people".

Keosius raised his head and looked into the distance—besides acting, he had actually been keeping an eye on the movements of the Lord of Paradise, ready to interrupt at any moment.

The Red Dragon roared, head held high. "You're the only one left—are you ready to face death?"

Ten thousand meters in the sky, Barachiel had already closed his eyes. He took out a thick, ornately decorated Bible from the void, slowly opened it, and silently recited the ancient incantations on it.

"In the name of Heaven."

The Silver Horn at His waist hovered in mid-air, emitting melodious and mysterious heavenly hymns.

Barachiel's expression was solemn, and his voice was sharp, echoing in the sky like thunder. "I hereby grant you— the Final Judgment!"