Valerirus flapped his wings, and his body suddenly rose up in the air. His speed was so fast that Aiyileiyas's counterattack beam of light passed under his abdomen, leaving only a shallow scratch on his scales.
He looked down at the figure below who was still burning with purple flames, thinking quickly in his mind.
This monster is not weak. Corona Light can still move after resisting a hard blow, which shows that its physical strength and magic power reserves are far higher than ordinary Ninth Tier. It's a bit troublesome. But he can't let the battle continue here.
Below is the city, with hundreds of thousands of residents and buildings dating back hundreds of years.
His wings suddenly folded, and his body dived towards Aiyileiyas from high altitude like a dropped bomb.
He compressed all the magic power in his body onto his body surface, forming a golden-red shield that clung to his scales and was hot enough to vaporize steel in an instant.
His wings are close to the sides of his body to reduce air resistance; his head is slightly lowered, and the thickest horn on the top of his head is aimed at Aiyileiyas's chest.
Valerirus bumped straight into it.
Boom - Golden-red light and purple flames exploded at the point of collision, forming a huge halo that spread in all directions. Wherever the halo passed, the grass on the ground was flattened, the trees were bent, and the windows of the city in the distance were shattered.
Aiyileiyas's body was like a stone shot by a trebuchet, bouncing up from the ground, rolling and rotating in the air, plowing a deep, smoking ravine on the ground, and then crashed into the middle of a small hill.
The hill collapsed, and rubble rolled down the hillside, burying it beneath a pile of gray-white, still smoking rocks.
Valerirus did not catch up after the impact. He was suspended in the air, his wings slightly spread to maintain balance. Although his breathing was a little rapid, it was not chaotic.
He has rich fighting experience, and fighting at this level is just daily training for him. He knows when to chase and when to stop. He should stop now.
Because that thing has not been seriously injured, its magic power fluctuations have not weakened, and are even stronger than before. It is angry, accumulating strength, and preparing for the next wave of attacks.
Valerirus can feel that the opponent is not weak and is in trouble. If it is only at the level of Ninth Tier, he is confident that he can solve it in a short time.
But this thing was no ordinary Ninth Tier. There was a power in its body that was not its own, and he had never seen the source of that power.
Roar--Aiyileiyas climbed out of the rubble. There were no obvious wounds on its body, its scales were intact, its wings were intact, and its claws were intact.
Only on the area on the chest where Corona Light had rubbed it, the color of the scales changed from dark purple to burnt black, but new scales were beginning to grow underneath the burnt black.
Its resilience was as outrageous as its magic. It let out a roar and its eyes turned from violet to bright purple.
There is something burning in the pupils, it is not a flame, but a will - a will that has been suppressed for countless years, sealed for countless centuries, and wants to tear everything in front of it into pieces.
Its body begins to glow.
It was not the passive purple light that seeped out from the gaps in its scales, as natural as breathing, but the active, dazzling white light that surged out from its body, as if something had ignited a sun in its heart.
White light and purple light intertwine to form a strange color between blue and purple.
Then - black appeared. It didn't come from its body, but seeped out from the air around it, from the ground, from the gravel and soil affected by the battle, like ink dripping into clear water.
Those black things floated, gathered, and burned in the air.
It is not a flame, has no temperature, does not emit light, does not generate heat, and only forms a thin, gauze-like black curtain around its body.
But those black things have a feeling that makes people instinctively want to retreat.
Valerirus squinted his eyes, what is that?
The black substance of Aiyileiyas began to spread outward.
The speed is not fast, but it is very steady, like a black ink slowly spreading on rice paper. It covers the ground, the gravel, and the fallen trees affected by the battle.
The moment they were covered, the trees turned from green to gray, from gray to black, and then shattered, like a piece of burnt charcoal that dispersed into powder at the slightest touch.
Somewhere in the distance - a small city on the eastern border of the Vagrian Empire. In the open space on the edge of the city, those children had already run home.
But the black flame that they found and forgotten under the crooked neck tree began to expand in the resonance of that power.
From a small cluster to a small patch, from a small patch to a small stall, the black light danced silently on the ground.
Farther away - the Vagrian capital, the palace. The buzzing of the Chaos Beast King Core in the corner of the main hall suddenly changed its tune at a certain moment.
From deep to sharp, from sharp to harsh, from harsh to a sound like crying.
Black flames emerged from the surface of the core, like countless tiny, black ants climbing outward from the inside of the bead. They covered the surface of the bead, covered the purple light emitted by the bead, and then began to spread outward.
The golden light was swallowed up little by little, and the corners of the hall became dark.
King Ghidorah is flying. His speed is so fast that the wind in his ears turns into a continuous, sharp sound, like something screaming.
His body cut through the air, leaving a long, golden trail of light that was slowly dissipating behind him.
The ground retreated rapidly beneath him.
He sensed that the battle in the distance was still going on, and the aftermath of the collision was coming from that direction in waves.
Valerirus's breath was intertwined with that of another monster, like two entangled snakes biting each other.
His speed slowed down a little, but he wasn't in a hurry anyway. The red dragon wouldn't be dead for a while, and the purple monster wouldn't be able to win for a while.
A name suddenly popped into his mind - Voraksa.
Where did that guy fly to? Why hasn't he come back yet?
King Ghidorah's three heads tilted at the same time. When he was sent out to find Valeria, he flew quite fast. What now?
No news, no feedback.
I don't know if I got lost somewhere, or if I was having a great time fighting on a certain battlefield, or if I simply forgot what I was going to do.
His salary will be deducted when he goes back - no, he has no salary.
King Ghidorah took his thoughts away from Voraksa and focused on flying again.
Then he sensed something. It wasn't the aftermath of a battle, it wasn't anything he was familiar with.
It was a strange and contradictory energy that he had never felt in this world before, but it instinctively made him uncomfortable. He wanted to stay away but also wanted to see it.
There is something he hates.
It's not an illusion, even something like him that destroys Titan would hate it.
King Ghidorah has a very keen sense of energy. He can distinguish energy of different attributes and fluctuations of different frequencies from the air, and can judge whether these things are nourishing or harmless to him.
But he couldn't distinguish this one. He only knew that its wavelength made him uncomfortable and its frequency made him want to sneeze.
His scales tightened slightly under the influence of that energy, and he was not used to it.
A specialty of this world?
Maybe it was leaked from an ancient seal, maybe it was released when a sleeping ancient behemoth awakened, or maybe it was just some special natural phenomenon.
King Ghidorah didn't know. But he felt the strong energy in that direction. It was not the direction of the battle, but another direction.
It's very strong, even stronger than the aura of the monster in the distance. Although the energy fluctuations coming from that direction are weaker and more distant, the "density" of that energy is higher, purer, and closer to a certain origin.
King Ghidorah quickly changed direction, flapped its wings violently, and flew in that direction.
On the ground, the battle between Valerirus and Aiyileiyas continued. Valerirus's breath hit Aiyileiyas again and again, hitting it from the ground to the air, and from the air to the ground.
Aiyileiyas's claws tore at Valerirus's wings and neck again and again, but each time he nimbly dodged it or blocked it with his own claws.
Several nearby mountains have had their tops shaved off, and several holes of varying depths have been dug into the ground. Gravel and dust filled the air, covering most of the sky.
"Tsk--where did this guy come from?" Valerirus cursed in his heart.
He judged that if he continued like this, he would have to fight for eternity. Either he couldn't beat him, or he couldn't be beaten to death. The resilience of this thing was so ridiculous that his breath could leave wounds on its scales, but those wounds would heal within a few breaths.
His claws can tear cracks in its body, but those cracks will be filled with new tissue in the next instant.
He needs stronger attack power, but stronger attacks require more magic power, more magic power requires longer charging time, and longer charging time means greater flaws.
No, we have to find a way to call that Majesty or that black dragon.
Lead it there?
No, there are many cities on the way.
He passed several towns on his way here. Although they were not big, at the speed of his flight, he could reach them in a short time.
If he flew in that direction with this thing, those cities would be razed to the ground in the aftermath of their battle.
He can't do that.
Valerirus gritted his teeth, swung out a claw to force Aiyileiyas back, and then quickly distanced himself. He realized that he had to drag this guy slowly.
On the hillside in the distance, the Victoria airship was still smoking. A huge hole was torn open on the left side of the hull, and the metal skin rolled outwards, revealing the broken keel and sparking magic lines inside.
Black smoke poured out from several places on the hull at the same time, drawing thick, twisted black lines in the gray-blue sky.
Hermann was helped up from the ground by the adjutant. His forehead was still bleeding, and dried blood dripped from his eyebrows to his chin, drawing a dark red, curved mark on his face.
I wiped my face with the back of my hand. There was a dark red viscous liquid on the back of my hand, and I frowned.
"What is that...?" Hermann stared at the battle in the distance with his mouth open. The figures of the giant beasts continued to collide, separate, and collide again in front of his eyes.
Every collision is accompanied by a deafening roar, and every separation is accompanied by a dazzling light. The red one is the red dragon, which should be the former emperor of Vagrian.
The purple one had just attacked them. It was a monster that appeared out of nowhere, like a monster from a myth.
Their sizes are ridiculously large.
Hermann took a deep breath, forced himself to look away from the battle, and landed on the still smoking airship.
"When will the airship be launched?"
"Sir, the airship is severely damaged and it will be difficult to fly long distances in a short period of time." The adjutant lowered his head and glanced at the freshly produced damage assessment report that was still steaming in his hand.
Hermann was silent for a moment.
"That means - we can fly for a while?"
The adjutant was stunned for a moment. "... Yes. The engine can still run, but the power will be limited."
"Okay, do we have any weapons on the airship?"
The adjutant's expression changed from "My lord, are you okay?" to "My lord, are you serious?"
"Yes. This airship is a modified military boat. It retains a 40mm anti-aircraft gun, two 155mm magic bullet cannons, and eight 14.5mm machine guns."
"Okay." Hermann raised his hand and pointed at the two giant beasts fighting in the distance.
"Activate the airship. Support Lord Valerirus. Then send a message to Vagrian officials to tell them about the situation here."
The adjutant's mouth opened and closed. He wanted to say, "Sir, you are crazy. Those weapons are useless against creatures of that level." He wanted to say, "Let's run away quickly."
But he saw Hermann's eyes - there was no fear in those eyes, there was only a kind of "since this is it, let it be like this", a determination that breaks the jar and breaks the jar.
"Yes!" The adjutant stood at attention. Then he turned around and ran towards the bridge.
While running, he shouted - "Start the engine! The gun crew is in position! Send a message to the Vagrian official and tell them the situation here!"
The airship's engine made a low cough, as if phlegm was stuck in the throat, and then began to rotate.
The propeller moves from slow to fast, and from fast to faster, churning the air and making a continuous, low buzzing sound.
After the hull trembled for a few times, it slowly floated up from the ground. The magic engine at the bottom of the ship emitted light blue light. Those lights were not stable, bright and dim for a while, but at least they were still bright.
The airship slowly rose up and headed in the direction of the two giant beasts that were fighting.