Braketon Kingdom, the west defense line Heavenly Thunder was rolling, heavy rain poured down, and the dark clouds were so low that they almost touched the sea. Thunderclouds were layered on top of each other, and lightning tore the sky apart from time to time, illuminating the sky and then being swallowed up by deeper darkness.
Lamorien·Helmode, Lord of Thunder, are entrenched on a cliff near the defense line.
His deep Blue Dragon scales glowed with a cold luster under the lightning, and the rainwater slid down the gaps in the scales, forming a small stream under him and flowing down the ravines of the rocks.
His body is larger than most Legendary Realm dragons, and his wings are still like a small mountain when folded at his side.
At this moment, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was listening to something or waiting for something.
Beside him, another Primordial Dragon is entrenched.
Blood relatives and biological sisters of Alvia·Helmode, Tidal Lord, Lamorien.
Her scales are blue-green like the deep sea, slightly lighter than the deep blue of Lamorien, and will glow with a silvery white luster under the lightning. Her body shape is several times smaller than that of Lord of Thunder, but she is still huge, with a slender neck, and a sharper head shape, with the horns of her nose and jaw piercing forward, like a scimitar.
They also have a blood relative who is responsible for suppressing the rebellious countries and is not here.
Alvia was hitting the rock with its tail, and the gravel rolled down from the edge of the cliff and fell into the sea water.
"It's been several days."
"That Red Emperor, Garos·Ignas, has he responded?"
she asked.
Lamorien opened his eyes, and his pupils shrank into a vertical line in the lightning light.
"Not yet."
He paused and then said, "However, Garos heard my request and said he would seriously consider it and give me a reply."
Alvia let out a low chuckle.
"Think carefully and then give an answer."
She repeated her brother's words, her voice gradually rising, "Lamorien, my brother, do you believe this? This is obviously an excuse."
Her tail stopped tapping and her whole body turned to Lamorien.
"Perhaps the other party is just stalling for time and trying to make ends meet. He has never considered coming to support us at all."
"Those humans Crown Rank were taken care of by him, and Destiny Rank were subdued by him. He is now the most powerful dragon on the entire Atlant surface. Why should he take a trip into this muddy water?"
Alvia's tone is getting more and more urgent.
"We can't count on him, we should consider a retreat!"
Lamorien did not answer immediately.
He looked up at the sky, his eyes passing through the rain curtain and landing on the surging dark clouds.
Lightning exploded in the clouds behind him, turning his silhouette into a dark silhouette. Thunder rolled in, then rolled away, disappearing on the distant sea.
"I understand Garos."
Lamorien finally spoke, "He knows the priorities. Raging Tide Dragon Realm will not stop at Helmode. Those Metal Dragon's purifications will spread to Aura sooner or later."
"This is not a problem we face, it is a problem for all Chromatic Dragon."
He lowered his head and said, "For Dragon Race and for himself, he will come."
Alvia's eyes widened.
"You----"
She hesitated for a moment, and her voice became weird, "Brother, do you really have any idea of surrendering to Aura?"
Lamorien turned his head and looked at her.
"Why not?"
he asked back.
"Are you crazy?"
Alvia said, "We are Primordial Dragon, Lamorien! We are the king of Helmode Dragon Brood, the lord of the Braketon Kingdom, the Overlord of thunder and storm! Are you going to bow to a Red Iron Dragon who is so much younger than you?"
"Red Emperor has shown a terrifying talent."
Lamorien continued, "When he was Advanced Legendary Realm, he was able to fight against Crown Rank. After breaking through Crown Rank, he was able to suppress Destiny Rank. I have never seen such growth speed and such fighting talent."
"Even Gold Dragon King may not be able to do this at his age."
"Genius? No, he is like a divine being who may not appear once in ten thousand years."
"I think there is a high probability that he can break through the shackles of Destiny Rank, become Immortal Realm, and lead Dragon Race to greatness again."
Lamorien does have some jealousy in his heart.
That is jealousy rooted in the bone marrow.
He once thought about sneaking a sneak attack while Garos was sleeping and strangling it before Crown Rank. During that time, he thought about it repeatedly and deduced countless action plans in his mind.
However, Lamorien did not go in the end.
It wasn't because of the Raging Tide Dragon Realm's trouble. At that time, Raging Tide Dragon Realm had not yet sent Crown Rank. As long as he wanted to go, no one could stop him.
The point is, Lamorien is thinking that a giant dragon like Red Emperor should not die young.
If he grows up, he really has a great chance to revive Dragon Race.
At least, Dragon Race of Bernardo Planet can regain its dominance over all glory, and Dragonkin can once again soar above the heads of all other biological races.
This is something Lamorien cannot do by himself.
For this reason, even though Lamorien was burning with jealousy, he finally suppressed the idea of attacking and killing Garos.
"You----"
Alvia shook his head, "Although we have been together for more than a thousand years, brother, sometimes I still don't understand what you are thinking.
Lamorien let out a low chuckle.
"A thousand years ago, I was so ambitious that I thought I was born to rule the world. At that time, I was just born and thought I could do anything."
"Eight hundred years ago, I realized the cruelty of the real world, and I began to understand that ambition alone is not enough."
"Five hundred years ago, I restrained my claws and all my sharp edges, and endured and hunkered down for the sake of the future."
"I watched those creatures who were weaker than me show off their power, and watched the glory that should belong to Dragon Race be stolen by other races. I told myself that one day, one day, everything will be returned."
"A hundred years ago, I thought that establishing a kingdom would make Dragon Race great again."
"In the end, all we got in exchange was a crumbling kingdom and a group of dragons that couldn't even withstand Metal Dragon's harassment."
"Now, I feel like I'm accomplishing nothing."
He paused, rain dripping from his horns.
"Haha, no one is static, Alvia, this is normal. After living for such a long time, if your thoughts remain unchanged, that would be real stupidity."
After saying that, he cast his eyes towards the sea in the distance.
Alvia remained silent.
As a blood relative, she knows that Lamorien's ambitions are gradually being eroded by reality.
Especially after Red Emperor emerged in the wilderness of Northern Frontier, like a comet, it surpassed the thousand-year accumulation of Helmode Dragon Brood in just two or three hundred years.
This comparison is so cruel that it makes thousands of years of forbearance and accumulation seem like a joke.
"Alas."
Alvia sighed, shook his head, and said nothing more.
Not just Lamorien.
She also felt that compared with some real perverts, their years of dormancy and strength accumulation did not seem to have much meaning.
It feels like a fish that has been swimming in a pond for a lifetime and thinks it is already big.
Then one day, a shark was thrown in.
Just then.
A sharp dragon roar tore through the rain curtain.
Lamorien and Alvia raised their heads at the same time, their pupils contracting.
In the distance, a hole was torn open by a golden light in the dark clouds over the sea.
The light was hot and pure, as if someone had lit a small sun in the clouds, shining directly down from the clouds, burning a dazzling spot on the sea.
It was followed by another ray of light.
Bronze color, with a cold texture like sea water, not as blazing as gold, but just as sharp, like a sword cutting through dark clouds.
"Coming."
Lamorien whispered.
He stood up and spread his wings suddenly, creating a gust of wind, and the muscles under his scales tensed.
The hole in the dark clouds was getting bigger and bigger, and two huge figures swooped down from the clouds.
Their speed is very fast, and when their wingtips cut through the air, they make a sharp whistling sound. Even from a distance, you can feel the pressure.
The one in front was completely golden, and its scales shone with a dazzling metallic luster under the lightning, like a moving golden mountain.
His size is larger than Lamorien.
Primordial Gold Dragon.
The scales on the one that followed were a deep bronze color, and the surface was covered with a thin film of water. When rain fell on it, it was like falling on oil. It slipped off instantly and could not stay on it for even a second.
His body is slightly smaller, but his lines are more muscular, and the outline of his muscles is clearly visible under his scales.
Primordial Bronze Dragon.
Not all Primordial Dragon can reach Crown Rank, but both of them are genuine Crown Dragon and Raging Tide Dragon Realm with top power.
Their breath was like two huge mountains pressing into the sky, and even the air became heavy.
Behind the two, a dozen smaller figures followed closely.
Gold Dragon, Silver Dragon, Brass Dragon, Copper Dragon----Legendary Realm Metal Dragon lined up in a wedge formation, with their wingtips almost touching each other's scales, like a sharp blade, cutting through heavy rain and dark clouds.
Lamorien and Alvia also flew into the sky.
At the same time, Legendary Realm Chromatic Dragon of Helmode Dragon Brood, and some Dragon-Vein Kin of the Legendary Realm followed closely behind.
Torrential rain poured down between the giant dragons, and lightning illuminated the faces of both sides from time to time.
"Lamorien!"
Gold Dragon was hovering high in the sky, looking down at Blue Dragon.
"Your tyranny should end! Helmode's dark clouds will be dispelled by us today!"
His voice is majestic, like a judge.
Lamorien has no answer.
He took a deep breath, his chest swelled, and bolts of lightning struck from the thundercloud, hitting his body. The electric current jumped and gathered on the scales, making a crackling sound, and finally poured into the depths of his throat.
Lord of Thunder's breath is ready to go.
But Gold Dragon's attack is also fast.
A golden flame spewed out from Gold Dragon's mouth and blasted straight towards Lamorien. The flame was so hot that the rainwater around it evaporated into white steam, and the air was filled with the smell of ozone and burning.
Lamorien dodge sideways.
The golden flames brushed past his shoulders and scorched several scales.
At the same time, the blue-white lightning pillar tore through the air and headed straight for Gold Dragon's face.
Gold Dragon folded its wings and dived downward with an agility that was disproportionate to its size.
The thunder column passed over his back and hit the clouds behind him. The dark clouds were punched out of a huge hole, and the sun poured down from the hole.
But Lamorien didn't have time to appreciate the sight.
Bronze Dragon has come around to his side.
The two Crown Rank didn't care about the other Evil Dragon, they all focused on Lamorien.
The dragons and dependents of Lamorien also fought fiercely with other Metal Dragon, making it difficult to intervene in the battle of Crown Rank.
A stream of breath spurted out from Bronze Dragon's mouth, covering Lamorien's retreat in a fan shape.
Facing a pincer attack from one side, Lamorien violently flapped its wings to avoid Bronze Dragon's breath, and at the same time climbed upwards, trying to escape from the encirclement.
But Gold Dragon has adjusted its posture.
He swooped down from directly above, his front paws flashed with golden light, and the wolf clawed hard at Lamorien's head.
The blow was fast and hard, the sharp blade scratched through the scales, and deep claw marks extended from Lamorien's forehead to the bridge of his nose.
Lamorien roared in pain, and his tail swept across violently, hitting Gold Dragon's side. Gold Dragon raised his left wing to block, and his tail hit the wing membrane, tearing a hole.
At the same time, Bronze Dragon was already approaching, and his sharp claws landed hard on Lamorien's abdomen.
The claw marks extended from the left rib to the right rib, splitting the scales and tearing the flesh.
They fought among the dark clouds, with lightning and thunder, and the roars of the dragons one after another. The figure of Lamorien looked a little embarrassed under the attack of the two Crown Rank dragons.
The two Crown Rank only stared at him and beat him.
At the same time, the roar of Tidal Lord echoed on the sea.
The strong wind whipped up by her wings whipped up rainwater, which condensed into huge waves and hit the oncoming Metal Dragon. The Silver Dragons nimbly shuttled between the waves, Brass Dragon outflanked them, and Copper Dragon launched a surprise attack from below.
Chromatic Dragons also roared, their minions showing their sharp edges.
Then, Dragon Breath intertwined, the scales shattered, and blood stained the sea surface red.
Under tremendous pressure, Lamorien glanced at the battle situation below in the air and made quick calculations in his mind.
That's it again.
Same as before.
He was suppressed by two Crown Rank, Alvia and the dragon group were in a stalemate with the Legendary Realm Metal Dragon.
This battle will last as long as it did before, or--until he fights for his life like before.
If we fight alone, Lamorien doesn't think he will lose.
His strength is not inferior to any Crown Rank Primordial Dragon, it is even stronger than most.
However, facing two Crown Rank Primordial Dragon, he was inevitably suppressed to a disadvantage.
Only by fighting hard at all costs can we barely defeat them.
And this can only delay for a while, because every time after fighting hard, before he can fully recover, Metal Dragon will come back, breaking down his resistance bit by bit.
Metal Dragons, it's like boiling frogs in warm water.
Lamorien knows this, but there is nothing he can do about it.
Phew!
He took a deep breath, and his chest swelled again.
This time, he wasn't trying to exhale.
The thunder in the dark clouds resonated with him, and countless silver snakes surrounded Lamorien, dancing with his breathing. His scales began to glow, and each scale was like a small thunder pool, filled with the power of thunder and lightning.
Seeing this, Gold Dragon and Bronze Dragon looked solemn and stood ready.
They know that this is the most dangerous moment for Lamorien.
Just then.
A sword light suddenly burst out.
It is white, pure, ultimate white.
The white sword light tore through the dark clouds and heavy rain, splitting the haze between heaven and earth.
At first glance, it seems that it is cutting from one end of the horizon to the other, like an invisible giant blade splitting the entire sky in half. Wherever the sword light passes, the dark clouds are cut open like cloth, revealing the blue sky behind.
Sunlight pours down from the cracks, like a golden road paving on the gray sea.
All the dragons stopped moving.
They looked at the source of the sword light, including Crown Dragon, and they all stopped.
Just because they felt the breath of a higher level.
Destiny Rank!
Where the sword light dissipated, a figure hovered in mid-air.
He was wearing a dark robe, which was blown close to his body by the sea breeze, outlining a lean and strong outline. His hands hung naturally by his side, and behind him there were two big swords, one light and one dark, suspended, like two Satellite orbiting the planet.
It is Reinhart.
He took a step forward.
There was nothing under his feet, but he seemed to be stepping on solid ground. The air rippled under his feet, and ripples of light and darkness spread around.
Step two.
Step three.
He seemed to be walking up an invisible staircase towards the center of the battlefield.
Seemingly slow but actually very fast, he reached the position between Metal Dragon and Lamorien in the blink of an eye and stopped.
Reinhart looked around, his eyes sweeping over Lamorien who was covered in scars, Alvia whose scales were shattered, and Metal Dragon who were also injured.
Then, he bowed slightly.
"Dear dragons, my name is Reinhart."
"By order of the great Red Emperor, I came to mediate the war."
Lamorien's pupils shrank slightly.
Garos----I didn't come by myself, I just sent this Destiny Rank human being.
Gold Dragon stared at Reinhart with a majestic expression.
"Mediation?"
"A human being to mediate the war between us Dragonkin?"
Opposite, Reinhart stood tall and straight, looking at Gold Dragon. His height was less than one tooth of Gold Dragon, but his momentum was not weak at all.
"Whether it's Chromatic Dragon or Metal Dragon, in the final analysis, it's all Dragonkin. Why do you want to kill each other?"
he asked.
Gold Dragon was silent for a second, and then said, "You are a human, what do you know?"
"Since ancient times, Chromatic Dragon has committed countless evil deeds."
"How long did their tyranny last? How many races did they enslave? In the land under your feet, how many intelligent creatures have groaned under the claws of Chromatic Dragon?"
He looked Reinhart up and down, his eyes becoming dangerous.
"A Destiny Rank succumbs to the command of a Evil Dragon and uses his person as a Destiny Rank to promote evil arrogance. It is really shameful and has no dignity for the existence of a Destiny Rank."
Gold Dragon continued talking, his voice getting louder and louder.
"Destiny Rank is loyal to Crown Rank, and your power is not worthy of its name."
"Back off, human. This is a matter between dragons and has nothing to do with you. If you insist on intervening and becoming Evil Dragon's accomplice, we don't mind eradicating you together."
Reinhart shook his head slightly and stretched his arms.
"Having been in contact with His Majesty so much, I almost thought that all dragons are as rational and wise as Your Majesty."
"I'm overthinking it, and I can't explain it to you old-fashioned dragons."
He sighed, and the two big swords behind him trembled, and fell into Reinhart's hands from the suspended state. Dawn and Eternal Night, the two swords each spun around in his hands, with the sword tips pointing to the ground.
"I am here on your Majesty's orders, and I will not retreat. Come on."
he said.
Gold Dragon said no more nonsense.
He waved his wings, whipping up the wind and rain, and rushed towards Reinhart at great speed. Although he was huge in size, he was extremely fast, piercing the sky like a golden meteor.
However, before Gold Dragon was completely close, darkness fell from the sky.
The domain of Reinhart unfolded silently, like an invisible hand pulling the night curtain down from the sky. It was as thick as ink and as deep as Abyss, and even light could not pass through it.
It spread quickly and swallowed up Gold Dragon completely in the blink of an eye.
Outside, only a huge black sphere could be seen suspended in mid-air.
The surface of the sphere was as smooth as a mirror, without any flaws. Occasionally golden light flashed through it, like lightning flying through dark clouds, and then it was suppressed by darkness and returned to silence.
Lamorien stared at the darkness, his vertical pupils shrinking slightly.
However, he didn't have time to think too much.
Bronze Dragon is already heading towards him.
Lamorien faced off, and the two Crown Rank dragons continued to fight in the air.
Thunder and lightning intertwined with the storm, claws and fangs collided, and scale fragments fell like raindrops.
Although Lamorien was injured, he did not fall behind in the face of Bronze Dragon who was in better condition. Without the cooperation of Gold Dragon, Bronze Dragon was no match for him.
A few minutes later.
Dark Domain dissipates.
Reinhart stood on the same spot, his position almost unchanged. The two swords of Li Xiao and Eternal Night were hanging by their sides, and the swords were stained with blood.
His breathing was a little faster than before, and his chest was rising and falling a little more than before, but there were no obvious injuries on his body and his condition still seemed to be intact.
Opposite him, Gold Dragon was almost covered in blood.
His golden scales were criss-crossed with nearly a hundred sword marks, each of which was bone-deep, which was shocking.
The deepest one extended from the right shoulder to the left rib, almost splitting his chest. His left wing was cut into one-third, the wing membrane drooped down, and the right front paw was cut off at the root, and blood was still pouring out from the fracture.
Gold Dragon stared at the tiny human in front of him with fear and anger in his eyes.
In Dark Domain, his five senses were completely blinded, he could not see or hear, and even lost his sense of direction and intuition.
He was almost completely being beaten passively. Every time he tried to fight back, he couldn't find the target. Moreover, Reinhart's damage was extremely high, and every sword could cut open his body.
The dragon's proud body was as fragile as paper in front of Destiny Swordsman.
At first, he despised the man in front of him.
Can you be impressed by Crown Rank? It is somewhat unworthy of its name.
But looking at it now, I'm afraid it's not that this Destiny Rank is weak, but that the other Crown Rank is too incredible.
At the same time, Reinhart put away his sword.
He dissipated the dawn and Eternal Night at the same time, integrating light and darkness into his body again. Then he bowed slightly, and his movements were exactly the same as before the battle.
"Your Excellency Gold Dragon, I accept it."
He said politely.
"Do you want to continue?"
Gold Dragon took a deep breath and said solemnly, "----Retreat."
On the other side, Bronze Dragon also immediately broke away from the battle with Lamorien and flew to Gold Dragon's side. He looked at Gold Dragon's injuries and his pupils shrank, but he didn't say anything more.
A dozen other Legendary Realm Metal Dragon also stopped, quickly retreated, and regrouped into formation in the air.
"Return to the Dragon Realm first."
Bronze Dragon and Gold Dragon looked at each other and both knew that this battle could not continue.
A Destiny Rank that can suppress Crown Rank, plus Lamorien, this combination is not something they can break through.
Metal Dragons turned around and began to evacuate this place.
"Chase."
Lamorien said, "This is a good opportunity, humans, chase with me, we can----"
"No."
Reinhart shook his head and interrupted him.
"I came here on your Majesty's order, but my mission is only to repel Metal Dragon."
Lamorien's words came to an abrupt end.
"----Okay."
He said no more and looked at the departing figures of Metal Dragon.
The figures of the giant dragons are getting further and further away, getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappear at the junction of the dark clouds and the sea. The huge crack in the dark clouds split open by Reinhart's sword is still there and has not yet completely healed. The sun is shining through the cracks.
Lord of Thunder did not thank humans.
He turned around and flew towards the coastline, followed closely by Alvia and the other Helmode dragons.
Reinhart's figure also disappeared, as quietly as when it came.
Soon after, Lamorien landed on the cliff and folded its wings.
Alvia fell beside him, the wound on his body was still oozing blood, but she didn't seem to notice it and just glanced at Lord of Thunder worriedly.
Suddenly, Lamorien laughed.
The sound got louder and louder, and finally turned into an almost hysterical laughter.
"He relieved us of our difficulties."
"Haha, haha, we, Helmode Dragon Brood, need humans to step in and help."
Blue Dragon laughed for a while, followed by silence.
Something was stirring in his chest.
Shame, anger, and ---- unwillingness.
He is Lord of Thunder, Crown Rank Primordial Dragon. He has lived for thousands of years, experienced countless battles, and conquered countless opponents.
Now, it needs to be saved by a human being.
Lower races.
Short-lived, fragile humans.
Stand in front of him, split the dark clouds with a sword, force Crown-Rank Golden Dragon back in a few minutes, and then reject his request lightly.
"What a shame!"
Lord of Thunder gritted his fangs and his claws were deeply embedded in the rock.
At this moment, a whisper sounded in his mind, like whispering in his ear.
"My poor child."
The voice is like a mother's palm, like Deity's sigh, rising from the depths of my mind, soft and hot.
"I was delighted by your ambition, but now, seeing you in such disgrace, I feel pity for you and my heart aches."
"You want power, right?"
"You know what to do, pray and sacrifice to me, and I will give you the power you dream of----"
Lamorien's breathing became heavier.
Afterwards, he did not respond to the whisper, but just stared at the sky silently, his face becoming more and more gloomy, like the sky before a storm, with dark clouds and faint thunder.
Alvia noticed something strange about him and asked softly, "Lamorien?"
He didn't answer.
At this time, the sun is rising, the dark clouds are dispersing, and more and more sunlight is falling, making the sky brighter. However, the unwillingness and anger in Lamorien's heart are getting stronger and stronger, surging like dark clouds and accumulating like thunder and lightning.