The knight, wielding twin swords, approached the dragon. The Blue Dragon, its head almost immobile, turned its eyes, each half the size of a human, to look at the knight.
"Why?"
It spoke in dragon language, but it was certain that the human before it could understand it.
"If I want to kill you, I'll just do it. Why ask so many questions?"
A deep response came from beneath the armor:
"You were a very weak dragon, but from the perspective of a juvenile, you truly did your best, so rest in peace."
The two longswords transformed once more into a massive knight's sword. The knight, wielding the sword, approached the dragon's neck, and the sword fell from the sky, easily slicing open the Blue Dragon's thick, ancient tree-like neck.
The scalding Dragon Blood gushed into the air like a fountain, and the enormous amount of unused Psionic Energy contained within it quickly dissipated, leaving a strange aurora in the dawn of the World of Disorder.
Xilǐ'er suffered severe deformities after falling from a great height. After dying hundreds of times, his body had become extremely thin, and the fall had even caused Radish to completely flatten one of his legs.
This didn't cause much pain; it just made him unable to move for a short period of time.
But it's alright, the battle is already won, I can just find a mage to give me a quick death later, and I'll be out of this predicament in a minute or two.
Xilǐ'er watched as the knight, his life consumed by passion, walked to the Blue Dragon's side and, without hesitation, brought his longsword down. The Blue Dragon died with a mournful cry, and a spray of Dragon Blood splattered, covering his head and body.
Almost instantly, Xilǐ'er sensed something was wrong. Waves of scorching heat and icy cold alternated within his body. The Low Tier knight, who had played a significant role in the final battle, fainted after letting out a muffled groan.
Deep within the Demon Realm, the members of the Dragon-Hunting Expedition were busy at work.
A mage approached the knight who had requested the Twin Kings ' blessing and said:
"Reporting to the commander, the battlefield has been cleared."
Okay, let's summarize the results.
The knight sat atop the dead Blue Dragon's head, using his normal-sized knight's sword to support his body.
"In this battle, sixteen Middle Tier knights and forty Low Tier knights died beyond the resurrection limit, and the mage force also suffered a loss of half its members."
"Sigh, let's take their belongings and prepare to return to City of Dusk."
"In addition, there is one more thing..."
"Speak quickly if you need anything, I can't hold on much longer."
The mage in charge of cleaning up the battlefield waved his hand, and two men carried over a stretcher.
The knight immediately recognized the man on the stretcher as Xilǐ'er, the one who had joined forces with him to deliver the fatal blow. He looked at the mage and asked:
What's wrong with him?
"Reporting to the commander, we don't know either..."
The knight, leaning on his longsword, rose and went to the stretcher. After examining it carefully, he suddenly chuckled:
"A Low Tier knight getting splattered with the blood of High Tier Blue Dragon is simply too much for him."
Will he die?
"It depends on luck. Let's bring City of Dusk and let His Majesty decide."
"Yes."
"Reporting to the commander--"
Another knight arrived from not far away:
"The cave has been identified as a dragon's lair, but..."
Speak quickly.
"A fragment of a broken dragon egg was found in the cave. Could there be more nearby...?"
Hahahaha!
The commander stepped forward and patted the knight on the shoulder:
"You still lack experience."
He raised his knight's sword and pointed it at the Blue Dragon's corpse:
"That's its eggshell. It's a young dragon, born after the Demonic Tide. Its body was already severely corrupted, and no one taught it how to properly use its power. Otherwise, we wouldn't have won so easily."
"Relax...?"
The younger knights stared blankly at their commander, while the Middle Tier knights plunged their longswords into the ground and sat back down.
"Isn't it easy? Only a few dozen people died, yet such a great victory was achieved for the two emperors."
"If every battle were this easy, I believe everyone in the Eternal Domain would be willing to give their lives for it."
The Low Tier knight, participating in the dragon-hunting expedition for the first time, didn't know what to say. He didn't even know why he was hunting dragons; he was simply driven by the loyalty etched into his bones to burn everything for the Twin Kings.
"Okay, I don't have time."
The Middle Tier knight gripped the hilt of his sword to keep himself from falling backward.
"Bring the dragon's body to the two emperors, take care of the belongings of the fallen comrades, and don't leave Xilǐ'er here."
He mumbled something for a while, his voice growing softer and softer:
"Also, take my belongings back with you, and tell both empires that I never showed any cowardice in battle..."
As the knight spoke, his body gradually entered a state of ethereal transformation. However, this time, his body did not solidify again as it had when he was resurrected before. Instead, his transparency gradually increased until he finally turned into a particle of light and disappeared from the spot, leaving behind only a metal helmet with a "Y"-shaped observation window.
Valhalla, the ancient castle.
The number of people watching the aurora increased from two to three. Seraphina, whose sweet dream was disturbed, also came to Ed's study and watched the aurora slowly dissipate with Willow and Ed.
Ed didn't ask why Seraphina could also sense the fluctuation. Even he and Willow, both Middle Tier, could feel it, so it was only natural that Seraphina, as High Tier, would sense the obvious fluctuation.
only...
Do you have any thoughts?
Ed turned to the High Tier beside him. Although the dragon girl was not a professional in Psionic Energy, she still had to give the other party some face as High Tier person.
Ed had already heard the other woman's dismissive remark, "What does this have to do with me making money?", but this time, the dragon girl's reaction completely surprised Ed.
Seraphina didn't speak, but her expression wasn't as relaxed as usual. She took a deep breath and looked at Ed—
The Eternal Domain, the City of Dusk.
The unchanging sunset streamed into the magnificent Twin Kings Palace, but stopped before the shadowy figures behind the two curtains, as if overwhelmed by the power of the Twin Kings.
The palace was silent, as if time had stood still, until a voice from behind the curtain shattered the deathly silence:
"They succeeded, but you don't seem happy?"
Another voice answered:
"And what about you? How did you feel at the time?"
"I'm so happy!"
"Wow, that's impressive."
The voice responded indifferently, and after a brief silence, it spoke again—
At this moment, the same sigh echoed from the Twin Kings Palace, Valhalla, and several other places around the world:
"The bloodline of the Blue Dragon has been extinguished."