The Tide of War

"Damn humans! You dared to deceive me! Didn't you say they were our allies?!"

The Ancient Green Dragon flew into a furious rage, its face twisted savagely as foul, acidic breath reeking of blood rushed toward Logan.

In the eyes of these proud Five-Colored Dragons, these cultists were not allies at all, but lowly slaves—and there was no need to keep slaves who deceived their masters.

Logan's face went pale. His legs trembled, his throat bobbed, and he swallowed hard. "Th-they are traitors who betrayed Dragon Queen Your Majesty! Anselm, rest assured, I'll make them pay!"

Spouting promises, he raised the Dragon Head Scepter. A soul-shaking ghostly light burst from the pair of pupils on the dragon head, instantly spreading hundreds of meters away.

In that instant, every humanoid and Dragon Blood Monster present suddenly froze, as though someone had pressed pause.

Their breathing became ragged, their bodies trembled, and their hairs stood on end. Before their eyes seemed to appear a Sky-Shading figure. Though blurred and shrouded in mist, its Five-Colored Five-Headed, savage, terrifying outline was still visible—it was Tiamat.

"Th-that is..."

"It is powerful, noble Her Majesty Tiamat!"

In an instant, every Cultist fell to their knees with fanatical expressions, while Duke Franz's soldiers clutched their heads in agony. Some pressed their temples, while others rolled on the ground.

Yet the beings from the spatial vortex stared at the scene in astonishment, stunned by it. Even the Wyverns fell from the air.

Logan stepped on thick black mist and flew into the sky. Looking down at the people below, he shouted with all his might, "Traitors! The noble blood of Dragon Queen Your Majesty flows through your veins—how can you willingly associate with these lowly humans?!"

"Betrayal! This is naked betrayal! You have foolishly betrayed your own bloodline,