Whoosh!
The Lead Dragon wheeled around and flew into the distance. The Tin Dragon, Yellow Gem Dragon, Ruby Dragon, and Emerald Gem Dragon followed after it.
The turmoil on the sea settled just like that.
Liszt did not move to keep them behind. With the Purple Gem Dragon knight lying dead in the sea as an example, launching a rash attack would inevitably provoke a frenzied counterattack. Earlier, the Orichalcum Dragon, Fire Dragon Rio, and Gray Cast Iron Dragon Ornn had all been injured after charging in with their physical bodies to split the battlefield.
Royal Blue Sapphire Dragon Ryze had also expended an enormous amount of magic power. This meant that all the supporting positions were half-crippled. It would not have been wise to forcibly hold back the Iron-Eagle Allied Army while its fighting strength remained intact.
Of course.
He had let them leave not because he was worried about Realgar City—at most, it was a city and a magic gate. With two magisters and numerous arcanists stationed in the Flame Kingdom, they could rebuild a magic teleportation array at any time. If the city was gone, they could build another; if the magic gate was gone, they could reopen it.
If the population was gone, they could simply seize more. What was there to fear?
Nor was he intimidated by the enemy's strength. Even if he could not keep a single dragon knight, he could at least make them pay with several severely wounded dragons.
The real reason he allowed them to leave was that he sensed a thick thread of fate flickering indistinctly nearby. One end of that thread connected to himself and the Invisible Dragon beneath him, while the other stretched into distant time and space, vaguely taking the shape of a Bronze Dragon.
"Bronze Dragon..."