The thunderclouds above the castle gradually swelled. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed wildly, until several bolts suddenly struck the surging Insect Race vanguard as though guided by someone's hand.
In an instant, thousands of Cheetahs were blasted into charcoal. The people of Aisalanth cheered wildly, chanting Doralival's name.
Dozens of seven-colored dragons swept over the castle, their multicolored dragon breath scouring the Insect Race army. For a moment, the advantage swung back to Aisalanth.
Gerard was watching the dragons sweep through the insect tide in delighted surprise when a white-haired old man holding a Dragon Staff suddenly appeared beside him.
The old man said calmly, "Have the civilians retreat. The dragons won't hold out much longer."
Gerard stared blankly at the old man. He did not know where he had come from, but anyone who could appear beside him without a sound was no ordinary figure.
Gerard hurriedly bowed. "What do you mean, venerable elder? The dragons and the Thunder Mother have an overwhelming advantage. This is our chance to counterattack."
"Naive," the old man said with a flash of anger. "These are merely the Insect Race's vanguard. Hurry and take the civilians away."
Golden light suddenly blazed from the old man's eyes, and his body began to swell. Amid the sound of cracking bones, his figure grew enormous, until a golden dragon stood proudly atop the castle wall.
Only then did Gerard realize. "The Dragon God... the Dragon God... Orlana..."
Under the soldiers' guidance, the civilians hiding in the castle's bunkers began to evacuate rapidly...
Watching the dozens of dragons ravaging the insect tide from atop the Broodmother, Zhang Fan turned to Shusha. "Our previous agreement to take only half the population is void. Leave nothing alive on this planet. Those who break their promises have no right to