As the two colossal creatures tore into each other at the center of the battlefield, the earth no longer held a stable shape.
The dark-gold blood August had spilled across the ground suddenly lit up, becoming red-hot chains that coiled back upward and invaded Mamon's body along the path of his bite.
Mamon intensified his magnetic field, his crystalline surfaces flashing wildly as he tried to crush the foreign matter inside him.
The two forces collided head-on within his body, triggering a second collapse of the ground as the rock strata buckled into irregular folds.
Amid the chaos, five thousand dark-red figures charged out along the fissures and faults, accelerating to their limits within a few breaths.
Their scale armor struck brief sparks against the ground, yet their steps remained synchronized and their spacing exact. The entire legion resembled a battle line compressed to its utmost limit.
The dragon blood August had spilled traced dark-gold streaks through the air, like red-hot chains guiding their way.
As they drew near, the Dragon Guard began to climb.
Hundreds upon thousands of figures leaped at once, landing on the surface of Mamon's diamond body, several thousand meters long.
To this false dragon, these beings were so small they could almost be ignored, too insignificant even to attract his attention.
Until the first dragon-bone spear pierced a seam in his crystalline surface.
That was no random attack.
Through their bloodline link, the Dragon Guard shared the old emperor's vision.
The spear tip wedged precisely into the slightest misalignment in the crystal structure, sliding along the crack.
Then dozens of Dragon Guard soldiers exerted their strength at once. As their battle aura erupted, they cut open their own scale armor without hesitation.
Dark-red blood flowed down the spear shafts, resonating with the dark-gold dragon blood