The western sky is burning.
Garos's vision penetrated the night and the curtain of thunderous clouds, and saw the outline of the giant beasts fighting in the center of the storm.
The thorns splayed slightly from his back.
The light shining through the gaps in the scales was stronger than before.
At this time, Destiny Rank of Holden and human Marcus wisely stopped talking about Abyssal Roots.
He felt the aura of Dragon of Destiny fighting.
Although he can't see exactly what happened, for a being at his level, perception can arrive faster than vision.
"It seems there are more pressing matters than the Empire's commission."
Marcus looked to the west and said, "The battle between Destiny Dragon is rare."
He turned to Garos.
"Your Majesty Ignas, you should participate. While Bronze Dragon King is entangled with Lord of Thunder, attack from both sides and remove the hidden danger of Storm Dragon. This is a rare opportunity."
In the eyes of Holden Destiny Rank, Storm Dragon is a potential enemy.
This is normal.
If Holden Empire was not trapped by Abyss's affairs, Evil Dragon like Lord of Thunder who believed in evil gods and established Temple to collect Blood Tax must be the target of immediate crusade and solution.
As for Bronze Dragon King, in the eyes of the empire on the lawful side, it is a potential ally that can cooperate.
Garos took back his light from the west and fell on Marcus.
He tilted his head and asked, "Do you think Bronze Dragon King and I can be in the same camp?"
Marcus was slightly startled, then said, "Isn't it true? Your Majesty and Bronze Dragon King are both Dragonkin from the lawful side, and they also have close friendship with Metal Dragon. Storm Dragon, who believes in the evil god, is your common enemy. There should be no doubt about this."
Garos shook his head.
"Don't take it for granted."
He said coldly, "What happens between us Dragonkin is not as simple as it seems. People like you can't understand it."
Marcus opened his mouth and then closed it.
Holden Empire has quite a lot of experience in dealing with dragons, but his understanding of Dragonkin is definitely not as good as the real Dragonkin.
He nodded slightly and accepted this statement.
At this moment, a stream of light swept out from the royal city below and landed on the high platform in the blink of an eye.
The light dissipated, and Reinhart appeared. Human Destiny Rank was fully armed, with a dark tunic covered with light armor, and two large swords hanging slightly behind his back. He had obviously sensed the changes in the west.
"Your Majesty."
Reinhart looked at Garos without saying anything. His eyes quickly swept across Marcus and then turned to the western sky.
The frequency of lightning flashes was faster than before, and the sound of collisions deep in the clouds came one after another.
Garos looked at his human followers, then slowly straightened his body, unfolded the dragon wings, and the wing membranes cast a huge shadow in the moonlight, covering the high platform.
"Follow me."
At the same time as the voice fell, Red Iron Dragon jumped up from the high platform, flapped his wings suddenly, and the dark figure tore through the night sky.
Reinhart didn't hesitate.
His body sank, and then he turned into sword light to follow, chasing the dragon's figure like a meteor trail, pulling out a straight trace of light in the air.
Holden and Destiny Rank stood there for a moment.
He thought for a while and weighed the advantages between staying at Aura Royal City and following up to watch the game.
This battle involves the bull Destiny Dragon. The balance of power and the relationship between the factions are important intelligence for the empire. In the end, these considerations outweighed other concerns.
He also flew out, following behind the giant dragon and Reinhart.
Three figures cut through the night, speeding towards the hottest direction of the battlefield.
West.
Over Brackton.
The sky is no longer the sky.
The thundercloud was torn into pieces and then reunited in the gaps between the pieces.
The heavy rain was evaporated into white mist by Dragon Breath, and the white mist was torn apart by the shock wave. Over and over again, the forest on the ground was burning, extinguished by the heavy rain, and then ignited by splashing lightning, and so on.
In the center of the battlefield.
Bronze Dragon King Sheffield has many burnt black marks on his body, scattered on his shoulder blades, flanks and dragon wings, but all the marks are only left on the scales and do not really hurt the flesh and blood.
For Bronze Dragon King, this is just a minor skin injury.
His opponent was seriously injured.
Not long after the battle began, Lamorien's back was already embedded with several claw marks that were deep enough to show bone.
The dragon scales shattered and turned up, revealing the burnt muscle tissue underneath. Electric light continued to escape from the wound, as if the blood was flowing not with blood, but with thunder slurry.
Lamorien was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling violently.
But he did not admit defeat.
"Is this the extent of your justice?"
Storm Dragon roared, and the lightning between the fangs suddenly erupted.
A lightning column was ejected from his mouth. It was an unusual blue-white color, showing a blazing electric arc that was close to purple. The air where it passed was directly ionized into a plasma state, leaving a scorching trail that lingered for a long time.
Bronze Dragon King has an expressionless face.
He folded his wings and the dragon's body spun half a circle in mid-air.
The tail covered with bronze scales lit up Holy Oath Runes, and every stroke was filled with a metallic-hard light, which was particularly eye-catching under the light of lightning.
He scanned it directly.
Boom!
The dragon's tail collided head-on with the thunder pillar.
The luster on the surface of the scales was dazzling at this moment. The lightning pillar was split from the middle, and the forked arcs scattered to both sides, none of which fell on Bronze Dragon King.
This tail breaks the gap between the thunder pillars.
Bronze Dragon King spread its wings fiercely, and its speed skyrocketed. It went straight through the lightning in the sky and crashed into the arms of Lord of Thunder.
The muffled sound of the collision between the two behemoths overwhelmed the thunder.
It's like two mountains colliding together.
Bronze Dragon King's right front paw clasped Storm Dragon's left shoulder, and the tip of the claw penetrated the gap in the scales.
He pulled down.
Stab.
The hideous wound extended from the shoulder blade to the chest.
The scales were torn apart completely, and the muscle tissue inside was rolled out. The blood that gushed out was burned into a black hard shell by lightning before it could flow far, forming a layer of burnt material around the edge of the wound.
Lamorien's roar was laced with pain.
His dragon tail was drawn from the side, entangled with layers of thunder and lightning, and hit Bronze Dragon King's flank, making a roar like forged iron.
Bronze Dragon King just groaned.
His dragon scales were sunken downwards and cracked, but they were not directly bruised. There was a dull pain in his ribs, as if he had been hit by a hammer, but that was all.
Both are Destiny Rank.
But it is obvious that Bronze Dragon King has a stronger body than Storm Dragon.
If there are no accidents, Storm Dragon's defeat is only a matter of time.
But he doesn't seem to realize this.
Roaring and roaring, he was immersed in the fierce battle with Bronze Dragon King, and every counterattack was fierce and fierce.
Tear!
Bronze Dragon King swung his left paw and scratched Storm Dragon's visor.
Storm Dragon had already dodged very quickly, his head jerked back, and the scales on his neck made a friction sound due to the rapid pulling, but a transverse wound was still left under the eye socket.
The battlefield below is equally brutal.
The Raging Tide Dragon Realm and Legendary Realm dragons have the upper hand in both quantity and quality.
They cooperated tacitly and advanced and retreated in an orderly manner. Helmode Dragon Brood's formation was disrupted and they were fighting on their own, losing combat effectiveness one after another.
But Lord of Thunder didn't look at the battle below.
He had no time to care.
Bronze Dragon King held on to the man Heavenly Thunder he called for, pressing harder and harder, not giving him a chance to escape.
"Evil can never defeat justice."
The sound of Bronze Dragon King was squeezed out from between the teeth.
Tear!
His left claw lit up and penetrated the thunder armor covering the surface of Storm Dragon's body, once again leaving deep claw marks on his chest.
A wave of both wings.
Dragon King chased Storm Dragon who was knocked back.
He raised his right paw and aimed it at Lord of Thunder's head, preparing to deliver a heavier blow.
Just then.
A beam of light fell from the sky.
It broke through the dark clouds and lightning, and landed straight in the center of the battlefield. The teleportation runes inside were densely packed like an ant colony, layered one on top of another.
Tsk!
Ice blades swept across the sky.
It was a huge blade as long as a dragon's body. It was completely transparent, with a faint blue cold light flowing inside. It cut towards the bronze dragon king's neck at such a speed that only a streak of white light could be seen. The cold wind it brought about blew the surrounding raindrops into horizontal ice needles.
Bronze Dragon King suddenly turned around.
He gave up the attack that was originally aimed at Storm Dragon, and swept his right claw across. The sharp claw tip collided head-on with the ice blade. The sound was sharp and harsh, like glass being shattered and amplified a thousand times, and the ice blade was shattered into debris all over the sky.
Bronze Dragon King also had a deep gash on its claws.
Blood flowed down.
The edge of the wound was covered with a thin layer of frost, and the light of Holy Oath flickered on and off in the frost-covered area, as if it was suppressed.
He squinted slightly from the light and turned his head to look.
The teleportation light has dissipated.
A White Dragon stretches its body and floats in the air.
Her body shape is smaller than the two Destiny Dragon present, but her posture is the most calm among the three.
The dragon scales on his body were as pure as freshly fallen snow, with countless flickering magic runes on them.
Moreover, all the runes are not just on the surface, they have been integrated with the dragon's flesh and blood, and between breaths, the runes flicker with the ups and downs of the scales.
Primordial White Dragon.
Dragon of Ten Thousand Laws, White Calamity, Hitherfell.
Her dragon wings were half-expanded lazily, as if she had just woken up and hadn't had time to fully extend them. The wing membranes were also densely covered with magic runes, and every time she flapped, they would leave a brief afterimage of the runes in the air.
The dragon's tail swings, the rhythm is casual, and there is no sense of tension.
Her eyes swept from Bronze Dragon King to Lord of Thunder, and then from Lord of Thunder back to Bronze Dragon King. There was no sign of happiness or anger.
Then, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she smiled at Bronze Dragon King.
"Sheffield, long time no see, your justice is still so energetic."
White Dragon's body has hundreds of runes shining at the same time, outlining a complex magic Magic Array sequence.
A moment.
The luster of Bronze Dragon King's body suddenly dimmed for a moment, and a piece of Holy Oath Defense on the scales seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible hand, revealing the metallic body underneath.
Defenses were dispelled.
Rumble!
Storm Dragon's crazy thunder fell from the sky and hit him at the same moment.
Lamorien seized this opportunity and the lightning pillar hit Bronze Dragon King on the back.
The dragon's body, which could resist Heavenly Thunder but had only charred scales, could not withstand it this time.
The dragon's scales exploded instantly, and the flesh and blood were charred and rolled.
The impact pushed his huge dragon body down hundreds of meters. Bronze Dragon King roared, stabilized his body, and flapped his wings in reverse to stop the falling momentum.
A huge wound visible to the naked eye was torn open on the back, and the blood on the edge hissed and evaporated in the residual heat of thunder and lightning.
The wound was deep enough to show bone, and the adjacent muscle tissue was extensively carbonized.
Bronze Dragon King didn't pay attention to the wound.
His eyes were locked on White Dragon and his voice was low. "White Calamity----You are aloof by nature and never cooperate with anyone Dragonkin. I didn't expect that you would be on Storm Dragon's side today. This is not like your style. Your appearance surprised me."
White Dragon's eyelids drooped slightly, with a lazy arrogance.
"Sheffield."
"You made a mistake. I am not interested in cooperating with the Dragon Queen's apostle. I am here just because I am unhappy with you. It has nothing to do with Storm Dragon."
"Don't connect my appearance with your logic."
Bronze Dragon King was silent for a breath, then raised his head slightly.
The situation is somewhat unfavorable.
But he was not ready to retreat directly.
White Dragon Although she took action, with her nature, she would never really fight him.
There is a high probability that this guy is just here to join in the fun, cause him some trouble when he is not prepared, and then stop.
Even if he fights one against two, he still has a chance.
If he explodes with all his strength, it is still possible to kill Storm Dragon, provided White Dragon is unwilling to fight tooth and nail.
Raise your head slightly and take a deep breath.
The Holy Oath light on the scales began to light up, dazzling like a blazing flame.
Light poured out from the gaps in all the scales, forming a scorching halo around him, evaporating the surrounding raindrops into white steam. His figure became a little blurry in the halo, but the sense of oppression became stronger.
His breath began to surge.
Sacred Dragon Path.
The firmer and purer the vows and beliefs are, the more uncompromising the sacrifices made, the more unshakable the power gained.
At this moment, the aura of Bronze Dragon King has approached the critical point of Destiny Rank Peak, and the distance to the upper realm is a bit blurry.
Then, another breath came.
All the dragons on the battlefield, whether they were Raging Tide Dragon Realm or Helmode, all sensed it at the same moment.
They briefly broke away from the fight and looked up at the night sky.
A dark black dragon appeared in the field of vision.
His scales glowed with a cold metallic luster under the interplay of lightning, thunder and fire.
The red texture flows between the scales like lava, like a black and red comet piercing the sky. Its wingspan is wider than that of all the dragons present. Every time it flaps, it brings up a vortex of airflow, with raindrops and ashes rolled around the edges, dragging a long trail in the air.
Red Emperor Pale Star, Godslayer, Terminator of All Things----
Red Emperor, Garos·Ignas!
It's not just him.
Two streams of light followed closely behind him.
One was human, sharp as substance, even the air was cut in a thin line, making a slight tearing sound, and the other was also human, with a calm and restrained breath.
Bronze Dragon King looked at the figures from far to near, his eyes flickering.
He recognized Garos.
Red Calamity, on the surface is Crown Rank, but in fact it is completely equivalent to Destiny Dragon.
Bronze Dragon King wrinkled the scales between his forehead slightly.
He realized that he seemed to have made a mistake.
It is true that there are contradictions between these Evil Dragon.
White Calamity and Storm Dragon are definitely not allies, and Red Emperor has no close friendship with either of them. His rise was too short, but in the face of the attack of Metal Dragon himself, they shared the same hatred and briefly stood in the same camp.
One to three.
If it's one-on-two, he still has a chance to achieve his goal.
He had the confidence to kill Storm Dragon despite being injured when White Dragon was at work. Hitherfell would at most cause him some trouble, but he would not actually risk his own life.
But now----
He knew that he was stronger than any Destiny Rank present, or even stronger than any two of them combined.
However, he is not arrogant enough to think that he can face three of them at the same time. Each of these Evil Dragon has its own unique skills, and their fighting spirit cannot be underestimated.
"Raging Tide Dragon Realm soldiers, retreat!"
He ordered in a deep voice, and his voice spread throughout the battlefield.
Metal Dragon gave up their opponents at the same moment and retreated towards the vast ocean.
They alternately cover, with the most seriously injured person going first and the less injured person taking the back. The whole process is clean and tidy, without any sloppiness.
Helmode's dragons did not pursue.
They looked at Lord of Thunder, waiting for his order. Several dragons had already chased him dozens of meters away, then retracted their wings and were hovering in the air, waiting for instructions.
At this time, a quiet area briefly vacated the battlefield.
Only the wind and rain passed between the four Destiny Dragon, bringing up fine ice chips and electric sparks.
Sheffield did not retreat.
He faced the enemies and cut off the rear for the dragons.
"Evil Dragons."
"Come."
Bronze Dragon King said, his voice as cold as iron.
Garos, Lamorien, Hitherfell.
The three of them looked at each other, and then, they understood each other tacitly, and their eyes were locked on the same target at the same time.
No words were needed. In a brief tacit understanding, the three heads Evil Dragon made the same choice.
It is the virtue of Evil Dragon to bully the few with more.
Storm Dragon raised his head and roared.
Countless silver snakes surged out from the dense dark clouds. They gathered together, snaked down from the clouds, turned into Heavenly Thunder that destroyed all things, and fell towards Bronze Dragon King.
The runes on Hitherfell's body lit up in a full circle.
Fire, frost, corrosion, dissociation—all kinds of magic press through like a wall made of magic itself.
There was no chanting, not even an interval between casting spells. Every spell was terrifyingly powerful, locked on Bronze Dragon King, and the torrent of spells left colorful trails in the air.
Red Iron Dragon fully extends its wings.
Under the wings, Dragon Aura Bomb condensed and formed one after another.
They vary in size, and each one emits a blazing golden light, like a miniature sun.
Dragon Aura Bomb shot out one after another, flying towards Bronze Dragon King from different angles and trajectories. Some went in a straight line, and some drew arcs, sealing off all dodge space.
Heavenly Thunder, Spellmania, Dragon Aura Bomb.
They swept in at the same time, unable to escape, completely submerging Bronze Dragon King's body.
For a moment, the air seemed to be evacuated for a moment, and then the refilled airflow formed a white shock ring visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.
The center of energy intersection has become a restricted area of life.
Different attacks were chaotically mixed together, and the temperature in the area soared from scorching hot enough to melt steel, to suddenly dropping below freezing point. The alternation of hot and cold gave the air a crack-like visual effect.
Chaotic, dangerous and deadly.
Even Garos is not sure that he can survive such an offensive.
After a while.
The violent offensive paused.
Lamorien gasped, the electric light between the fangs flickering; Hitherfell tilted his head, and most of the runes on his body were extinguished; Garos narrowed his eyes slightly, and the golden flames on his body swayed slightly.
The chaotic energy cloud began to dissipate.
The diffuse smoke, lightning and Magic Power remnants slowly opened like a curtain.
Phew!
A figure tore through the embers and shot straight into the sky.
Bronze Dragon King.
Every scale on his body shines with the bright Holy Oath light, and words composed of countless oaths flow on it, intertwined layer by layer, revealing an indestructible texture.
Persistence in justice, never compromising against evil, and commitment to protect the weak.
Each oath is a line of defense, layer upon layer, forming an absolute defense.
Under Holy Oath, his dragon body was intact.
It was as if the devastating attack just now was completely neutralized by the breeze blowing across his face. Bronze Dragon King stood upright under the dark clouds.
He looked down at the three-headed Evil Dragon, his eyes as calm as water, and then he raised his dragon claw to block the oncoming Ashen Annihilation Dragon Breath.
The next second.
The impact of Dragon Breath, which erupted from Garos's mouth, arrived.
But when it hit the bronze claw, it was like a torrent hitting a rock, and it separated in front of him, completely unable to touch Bronze Dragon King's body.
Even the aftermath of the dissipated energy was blocked, forming a spherical safety area around him.
Bronze Dragon King's whole body seemed to have turned into a vacuum.
Untouchable by any attack.
Seeing that his breath was ineffective, Garos closed the dragon's kiss and looked at Bronze Dragon King with cold eyes, his pupils contracting slightly.
Sheffield released his claws, and the broken embers of Dragon Breath fell from between his fingers and dissipated in the wind.
Then he raised his head and glanced at the three heads Evil Dragon.
"Red Calamity, White Calamity, Storm Evil Dragon."
He called the names one by one and said, "Only the weak will stick together for warmth. The fragile alliance between the three of you can only allow you to live for a while."
"I will always be watching you, watching when you let down your guard, fall alone, and expose your flaws."
"I will find you then."
"The destination of evil is always death. You will wait for that moment in fear, and that moment will definitely come."
After finishing speaking, Bronze Dragon King took a deep look at several giant dragons.
His eyes stayed on Garos for a moment longer, then turned to White Dragon, and finally landed on Storm Dragon.
Then, without hesitation, he turned around and retreated.
The speed was faster than when it came, and it disappeared into the dark clouds of the skyline in the blink of an eye.
White Dragon withdrew his gaze and looked at Garos and Storm Dragon.
She said slowly, "You two, why don't you give it a try? Sheffield will come back again. I'm not afraid of being free, but your family has a big business, so we can't let him go."
Garos shook his head slightly. "You can't kill him even if you chase him."
Bronze Dragon King seems to be unscathed, but they all know that he will not be as relaxed as he appears.
His Holy Oath is powerful, but not unlimited.
Oath's defense requires the accumulation of faith, and every time he resists an attack, a part of his reserves will be consumed. The round of fire just now must have consumed a lot of his defense reserves, and he was just holding on.
This was also the reason why he chose to retreat, rather than truly remain unscathed.
However, if we really want to fight to the death, things will not be that simple.
If you want to kill a being of Bronze Dragon King's level, even if three of them go together, there is a high probability that one of them will be replaced. If Sheffield is really in a desperate situation, no one is sure what kind of power Sheffield will burst out at the last moment.
And judging from White Dragon's tone, she is not planning to go together.
Hitherfell can come and go as he pleases, fight as he pleases and leave as he pleases, without consulting anyone.
If White Dragon retreats during the battle, leaving him and Storm Dragon to face the desperate Bronze Dragon King, the outcome will be hard to say.
"Tsk, Sheffield is already infinitely close to the Immortal Realm, and can even defeat Immortal Realm from some low-level races."
White Dragon flicked his tail, with a hint of amusement in his tone.
"Although this guy is so paranoid that Long hates him, he always implements his own will when it comes to fulfilling his oath and never compromises. He also has outstanding talent. The probability of breaking through the Immortal Realm is not low. When the time comes, your life will be difficult."
"Especially you, Lamorien, the evil god's lackey."
Storm Dragon's facial muscles twitched slightly.
He looked past White Dragon and glanced at Red Iron Dragon, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he calmed down and just let out a low groan from his throat, then turned to look in the direction of Bronze Dragon King's retreat, the electric light in his pupils flickering.
Garos noticed his gaze and looked back without saying anything, but narrowed his eyes slightly.
Lord of Thunder's injury is serious.
Now his combat effectiveness has been reduced by at least 30%, maybe more.
Do you want to take the opportunity to get rid of him?
Garos was calculating quickly in his mind.
This is an attractive opportunity.
If we take action now, while he is weak, the price will be much lower.
But the risks are equally clear.
Bronze Dragon King has not gone far, and Storm Dragon has not shown the power of Deity's apostle.
If he attacks Storm Dragon, even if he wins at a small price in the end, he will then turn around and face the claws of Bronze Dragon King that may turn back.
Sheffield will definitely seize this opportunity.
Moreover, White Dragon's attitude is unclear.
The gain outweighs the loss.
He suppressed this thought and turned to look at Dragon of Ten Thousand Laws.
"Ms. Hitherfell, long time no see. If you have time, why not go to my Dragon Court?"
White Dragon nodded lightly. "That's fine."
"I have heard a little bit about your affairs at Orotara. In addition, we can talk about Bronze Dragon King's affairs. Sheffield will not give up. There is no harm in communicating some things in advance."
Garos did not invite Storm Dragon.
He spread his wings and prepared to return to the kingdom.
At this time, Holden Destiny Rank, who had been watching silently for a while, suddenly spoke.
"Ignas Your Majesty."
Marcus said, "Since the commission has not been settled for the time being, I should go back and resume my duties. However, the friendship between the empire will not change because of this. The relationship between the Aura Kingdom and Holden is still stable. I will resign first."
Garos nodded slightly but said nothing.
His eyes swept over Marcus and then back again.
Immediately, Holden Destiny Rank looked towards the direction in which Bronze Dragon King was retreating. In a flash, he shot straight into the sky and disappeared among the dark clouds in the west.
Aura Emperor did not agree to the empire's commission.
It's a bit of a pity.
But it doesn't matter.
Now, it seems that there is a dragon that is more suitable and more powerful than him.