Chapter 337: Chapter 261 Red and Silver (4)
Osedro trembled with extre anger, the scales on his face slightly flared open, making his dignified and solemn dragon face appear sowhat hideous.
The massive silver dragon’s body surface was half-dull like it was covered with dust, the other half shimred with a brilliant aurora, as if forcibly adjusted into two different filters.
“Despicable evil dragon!”
“You need to pay for what you have done!”
The ancient silver dragon roared again, filled with uncontrollable rage.
Osedro stretched out his right claw with all his might. A complex array several ters long appeared in his palm. Heavy stones on the ground, broken trees, and even shattered corpses floated abruptly, making the surroundings look like the void of the star realm.
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The gravity within a hundred ters around was all controlled by this ancient silver dragon, an innate spellcasting ability of silver dragons.
“What have I done?”
“Was it giving the people a better life, launching a counterattack in this war, and shattering the eternal dream of the Northern Nobility’s rule over Anzeta?”
“Or was it destroying your old miser’s centuries-old collection, turning you into a half-pauper?”
Cassius mocked rcilessly.
The Red Dragon suddenly lifted his wings in mid-air. Relying on the powerful muscles attached to his wing bones, he created a strong wing storm above his body, directly counteracting the reversed gravity, allowing the massive dragon body to still hover in mid-air.
In the face of Cassius’s taunts, the silver dragon’s voice was even more furious, his roar like thunder.
“Sophistry! You cannot anger !”
“We, the tal Dragon Clan, have spent countless efforts and paid countless costs to barely maintain the balance between mortals and dragons, preventing the tragedies of ancient tis from recurring.”
“And you, dirty offspring of Tiamat, you have not used the power bestowed by Ao for good, but for destruction upon order!”
The ancient silver dragon slightly opened his mouth, the scales on his cheeks shimring brightly. From the massive mouth embedded with the “Dragon’s Jaws” spewed out a snow-white stream of extre cold.
However, the Red Dragon was not as Osedro had guessed, only floating in place to counteract gravity.
Utilizing the aerial maneuver technique and the agility of a dragon, Cassius’s flying skills reached their peak.
“Swish—”
The Red Dragon flapped his wings in a peculiar and agile posture, flying freely in the anti-gravity environnt. He turned into a red afterimage, swiftly flying around the ancient silver dragon. The white breath was always a step behind, unable even to catch his tail tip.
As he circled, a strong whirlwind gradually ford. Combined with the flas surrounding the Red Dragon, it gradually ford a mighty fire tornado.
“Osedro! I think you have slept for centuries, and your brain has been muddled by sleep! Your leaky order is long outdated!”
“The old, decaying system of the North should be swept into the dustbin of history!”
“And you, hypocritical silver dragon, a so-called maintainer of order, in reality, an obstacle to historical progress, are the sa!”
“Roar—”
The dragon’s roar shook the wilderness again.
The flas created by the Red Dragon intertwined with the ice and snow around the Silver Dragon, rging heat and cold, erupting into a cacophonous noise with steam continually rising.
It was as if a giant pillar of cloud and fog had appeared on the wilderness, extending perpetually, with boiling steam, flying stones, chaotic flas, and shattered ice forming an extre life forbidden zone.
“Retreat! Retreat imdiately!”
“This is a battle we cannot participate in!”
Facing such a situation, Marshal Dolores decisively ordered, and under the coordination of lower-level officers, the Kingdom Army retreated orderly to the rear.
Goblins, Great Goblins, and Ogres raised their weapons high. Despite not being able to see the battle within the clouds, it did not stop them from cheering the Red Dragon on in this “Battle of the Twin Dragons” from afar.
The players, however, were much more chaotic. They fled in all directions freely and lazily, so even proactively approaching to watch. Even if caught up in it, they remained indifferent, shouting loudly regardless.
“The special effects are maxed out, such grandeur!”
“Damn, does this cutscene have damage?”
“I’m flying!”
“Wait, why am I on fire?”
“Look! That person got scorched!”
The Allied Forces’ soldiers and nobles were even more disorganized. As private troops from various families, their structure could only be described as “chaotic.”
Tens of thousands jostled to escape to the rear. Many stampede accidents occurred, and so were unfortunately caught by the whirlwind and lost their lives.
Unlike the players, they weren’t undying. If touched by this war, they would say goodbye to this world forever.
“What on earth is that thing?”
“Damn it, don’t go near it!”
“Get out of the way!”
“It’s such a strong wind! I’m gonna get blown away! Help—”
Viscount Luton also desperately fled, but trembling legs and wet trousers caused him to fall. He lay on the ground, shivering, looking back at the apocalyptic scene.
“By the Gods… what kind of power is this?”
“How can humans fight against such beings?”
Viscount Luton watched the battle that could shake Anzeta and muttered to himself.
Suddenly, such a thought ca to his mind: Such an epic battle shouldn’t be buried in the tide of history, it should be recorded by soone.
At the rear of the Allied Forces’ formation, Duke Leo also quietly watched the battle.
Amid the rolling white smoke, glimpses of scales and massive silhouettes of dragons occasionally appeared.
The earth, like a newborn baby, cried again and again with rumbling sounds, making everyone feel—it was trembling.
Lightning, hurricanes, hail, and even teors, rare in normal tis, appeared in succession. Blurry stars appeared in the sky, causing hundreds of casualties even by leaking a bit of their remaining power.
Duke Leo suddenly felt that his decades of scheming were a joke, even the death of his own son had not made him so disheartened.
“Dragons.”
“They can easily destroy everything.”
“Such creatures… shouldn’t exist in this world.”
Leo Boske looked up at the dragon’s silhouette high in the sky, his lips slightly moving as he muttered.
He was the Duke of the Boske Duchy.
And the nominal King of the Northern United Kingdom.
He, Leo Boske, a noble by birth, was supposed to be the ruler of Anzeta, the one deciding the fate of the North—not those monsters in the sky.
Suddenly, an unexpected yet natural deep voice rang in his mind.
“Do you… want revenge?”
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