Dragon and Snake Rise from the Land
While a massive battle involving hundreds of Skylar puppets and Dark Soulers, Morgan, Voldemort, and Barbarossa were not idle either. (Read M)
They were not fools. Even if they didn't know the combat strength of these humanoid weapons, the sheer number of them, coupled with the spectacle created by Skylar and Aquila using the Philosopher's Stone, demonstrated that these humanoid weapons were definitely capable of influencing the course of the battle.
Their previously established numerical advantage was no longer so absolute—if Skylar's puppets actually succeeded in annihilating the Dark Soulers, then the three of them would have to face both Skylar and the puppet army simultaneously, and they would then be outnumbered and become the weaker party.
Therefore, they must seize this brief opportunity—before all variables have occurred and the battle between the human puppets and the Dark Soulers is still undecided—to eliminate Skylar in the shortest possible time, relying on their three-on-one advantage. Once Skylar is dead, without a real controller, these human puppets will be nothing more than rootless duckweed, becoming treasures and opportunities for them to take as they see fit.
"Ancient Dragon Emperor, offer me your essence and blood, bestow upon me dragon power, and display my dragon might!" Morgan clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and chanted with utmost sincerity.
A faint tremor ran through the earth.
The air seemed to have stopped moving.
A golden aura rose from the earth, drawing in the surrounding air and creating a violent tornado centered on the three of them. Morgan's hair grew wildly, Voldemort's skin slowly turned red, and Barbarossa's muscles suddenly swelled... Similar changes appeared on their faces, with fine triangular scales growing out, extending from the sides of their eyes down to their chins.
Their pupils had transformed into vertical slits, like Snake Eyes, yet they differed from Skylar's. Instead of the cruelty and coldness of Snake Eyes, their pupils shone with Winky, giving them a dignified and majestic aura. They exuded a powerful, ancient, and inviolable presence, as if they were some ancient being just awakening.
"Dragon Eyes?" Skylar pondered. "Is this... some kind of half-dragon, half-human form?"
"Hmm, I see. They're using Pure Blood to temporarily borrow the power of ancestral reversion..." Skylar's pupils shone brightly as he carefully observed the changes in the three women. Every subtle and inconspicuous change in them was Skylar without exception. "Their changes aren't just reflected in the increase in magic power... they've also gained an aura never seen before..."
"Morgan's ancestors were wizards who practiced the lineage of the Hell Dragon Emperor... so when she reverted to her ancestral form, she most likely simulated the combat style of her ancestors from ancient times..." Skylar stared at them intently, his mind racing. "It seems I can't be careless... Information about the ancient times is too scarce. I have no way of knowing the characteristics of this combat style, but I'm certain that she might also briefly activate some kind of bloodline talent similar to my Magic Eye..."
Although Skylar's gaze was solemn, his expression was even more eager to try. In this dimensional space, there were very few who could be his opponents. Only such powerful enemies could bring him challenges and tempering, allowing him to take another step on the road to the ultimate magic.
"Interesting..." Skylar shifted his gaze from Morgan to the other two. "Clearly only Morgan possesses the Dragon Emperor Bloodline, yet this technique allows his comrades to temporarily borrow the power within their own bloodline... It's said that medieval magic was born for war, and the rumors are indeed true!"
The Middle Ages were a dark age for wizards, with lords frequently employing wizards in warfare. Therefore, magic of that era often took the form of war magic, differing from the combat magic prevalent today. Modern wizard duels are often limited to one-on-one battles or large-scale fights involving dozens of people, so magic has developed towards speed, low energy consumption, and ease of learning and mastery.
Skylar was not one to underestimate his opponents.
In this battle, he plans to use all his trump cards and fight with all his might!
With a powerful flick of his right hand, his cloak billowed high—one by one, the treasures inside his storage bag flew out: Slytherin's Locket, Ravenclaw's Diadem, the House of Black's Nameless Mask, Merlin's Spellbook, Merlin's Staff of Fate, the True Dragon Throne personally crafted by Skylar... They had already been activated when Skylar touched the Goblet of Fire and was teleported there, and now they all floated in mid-air, radiating a fantastical and magnificent magical aura.
"Hahahaha!" Morgan laughed maniacally, "Scared now? This is my ultimate trump card— the Dragon Warrior Form, a power known in ancient times as 'Divine Dragon Power.' Compared to that, the tiny bit of bloodline power you've just awakened is like a firefly trying to compete with the sun and moon. Hahahaha!"
"While your magic power is at the peak of Grand Sorcerer in terms of quantity, its level is far too low compared to the original Divine Dragon Power. If you had awakened the primordial Chaos Power, you might be able to put up a fight, but your current magic power is at most a third-rate bloodline power, and it's clearly not fully awakened yet. Moreover, we are three against one; you're doomed!"
"I said, why do you love being slapped in the face so much?" Skylar rolled his eyes and sneered irritably, "Haven't you had enough of a beating today?"
"I've told you this so many times, and I've even proven you wrong, but why won't you learn your lesson? Why are you so convinced that I'm the only one?" Skylar sighed helplessly at Morgan's arrogance. "Since you like it so much, then I guess I'll just have to prove you wrong one more time—"
"Come forth—" Skylar shouted, "Demon Hunter! Jormungandr!"
At the same time, Skylar's wand emitted two beams of light, and a Dragon figure radiating seven-colored light suddenly appeared to Skylar's left. The dragon aura emanating from its body was in no way inferior to that of Morgan and the other two.
It is Skylar's Patronus — the Demon Hunter.
More than a hundred chapters have passed since its creation. Although it made a brief appearance in between, it was not even a warm-up. The Demon Hunter knew that it could finally show its skills. It was so excited that it let out a sharp dragon roar that resounded through the sky. The powerful sound waves actually shook away all the clouds and mist in the sky, revealing a sky full of stars.
A long, dark green figure, a Basilisk engulfed in green flames, coiled its body and flicked its tongue to Skylar's right. Three long Winky horns adorned its head, resembling a crown. Having absorbed the power of Skylar's bloodline and the Holy Spirit's Remains, it had undergone a long slumber and finally sharpened, becoming the true King of Serpents.
The moment the Demon Hunter let out his dragon roar, the immense dragon's might caused Morgan and the other two to sway to varying degrees. Morgan fared the best, only swaying slightly before regaining his balance. Voldemort swayed slightly but was not seriously injured. Barbarossa's eyes glazed over for a moment, and he stumbled back several steps before regaining his footing.
At that moment, the hissing of snakes rang out, and the three's Dragon Eyes met Jormungandr's Snake Eyes.
Jormungandr's predecessor was Basilisk kept by Slytherin. After its death, its soul was sealed into a locket by Slytherin. Its Snake Eyes already possessed the cursed power to instantly take lives, and now, after its transformation, its power surpasses even that of its Slytherin self.
"Ah!..." Barbarossa's heart-wrenching scream rang out. He closed his eyes, two streams of bloody tears flowing from his eyes. "I can't see! I'm blind!"
A golden light flashed in Voldemort's eyes, then he took a few steps back, blinked, and the golden Dragon Eyes disappeared, returning to his usual red Snake Eyes.
Morgan, on the other hand, had no problem at all. She used all her eye power to stare directly at Jormungandr.
After a long while, Jormungandr let out a mournful cry, and his body slowly shrank until it was only half its original size.
It seems that the power of the Dragon Eyes is still stronger Jormungandr's eye. However, Barbarossa and Voldemort, these two "borrowers," do not have the actual Dragon Emperor Bloodline, so they are unable to unleash the full power of the Dragon Eyes.