"Heavyweight? Well, there is one, but—"
Kastelin Blue Thunder, who was as noisy as a parrot, suddenly paused. His gaze fell into the distance as he raised his hand and patted Sigurd Doran, who was sitting opposite him, and said,
"Look, here he cos."
"Who?" Sigurd Doran looked confused.
Following the direction of his finger, he suddenly realized,
"Oh, that guy, no wonder. If it's him, then our chances are quite good. Although not as strong as the Aton Underworld Clan, securing a top ten position isn't an issue."
A luxurious airship slowly descended onto the central square's docking platform, the exclusive thunder dragon crest indicating it was the chieftain's personal airship.
The ladder was lowered, and two beautiful and elegant flight attendants laid down a red carpet. Red dragonite security guards set up a barricade to clear the area for the guests, while also instructing the band to play music, creating an extrely intricate scene.
The grandeur of the occasion imdiately caught the attention of various visitors, who all turned their eyes toward the airship. Those unaware of the situation curiously inquired about the identity of those aboard.
But anyone in the know already understood who the passengers were on this airship.
"Do you all know who it is?" Kastelin Blue Thunder teased, "These, are truly the young elites of our Border Abyss. Can you guess?"
"Of course, and I know their order. When they disembark later, it'll definitely follow that sequence."
Sigurd Doran picked up a glass of wine and said with a smile,
"First is, [Western Demon] Oprelli Dofen, a top-tier red dragon variant, the seven-headed ten-horned devil dragon."
Thud.
A red-haired elf yawned as he lazily walked down from the airship. Beneath his tall and handso appearance lay the depths of an abyss.
"Indeed," Kastelin Blue Thunder nodded, "This guy is full of himself, but his strength is definitely formidable at the Cauchy Rank. It's said he ca all the way from the Empire, no small feat—who's next?"
Sigurd continued boldly,
"Next will surely be [Blue-robed Bishop] Cecilia Lanniska Yain."
A deep blue robe trailed on the ground as a beautiful, exquisitely featured elf woman, holding a heavy to, descended from the airship. Her thick clothing did not conceal her voluptuous figure. She smiled at the surrounding crowd, placing one hand on her chest, and with an ethereal voice, she prayed for everyone:
"May the gods above let the light of the Starry Abyss illuminate your path, and you shall surely shine."
Kastelin Blue Thunder curled his lips,
"She's good-looking, and quite ample too. Cecilia this priestess is competing at the upper limit, as a young silver dragon, she's almost overage—of course, representing Obliteration Sanctum ans her power is unquestionable, but might she take this opportunity to preach..."
"Winning is already good enough; you're worried about infiltration. Cecilia, after all, is the only demigod level competitor in this team. Although not qualified for the title of Feng Qing, her strength speaks for itself."
Sigurd lanted,
"The next one is tricky to guess. Let think... It should be [Midnight Lord] Naija Hofka."
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Heavy chains crashed to the ground, as a massive and burly troll dragonkin, clad in heavy armor like a fortress gate, walked on the earth.
Elves are much younger than trolls, and so even believe trolls to be the ancestors of elves.
Generally, dragons rarely adopt troll forms; only those ancient dragons who witnessed the ultimate splendor of the Troll Empire would do so.
This signifies that they had close relations with the Troll Empire in the past, a symbol of absolute strength and glory.
"Pureblood Black Dragon—Naija Hofka. He's a powerhouse who has incarnated 17 tis under the Shadow Divine Throne. He once assisted Troll Emperor Anton Yudintsev in establishing a great empire and successfully defended him 10 tis, a war hero of the Troll Empire. With the traits of his Shadow Divine Clan followers, no matter how many tis he dies, he can reincarnate. Originally, he should have been the greatest of the Dragon Race back then, if not now..."
Kastelin paused, shaking his head regretfully and said,
"If not for the Blue Witch's curse, causing him to face calamities every 1000 years, the Troll Empire wouldn't have disbanded. He would still be the Pri Minister of the Empire now, right?"
"A loss is a loss; a forr legend, now only 70 years old, younger than both of us. He's just reached the Cauchy Rank and can now compete. At least after the Troll Empire's annihilation, the [Midnight Lord] is more than willing to stand with us now, which is good enough."
Sigurd pondered for a mont and said,
"The next one shouldn't need guessing anymore."
"Yes, everyone knows, this one is the famous Golden Dragon Monk Yachi Dukin Monson of Layer Abyss. A super warrior who erged from the Galaxy Eye at Grinder. But what's even more shocking is that he volunteered to participate, seeking justice without any personal gain."
"Indeed, that's impressive. If he were a pure dragon, without having converted to the [Destroyer] Pathway, I would admire him even more."
"Co on, Sigurd, at least Yachi hasn't changed citizenship. Look at those ahead; whether they're from the Empire or a Sanctum, or even an ancient hegemony like the Troll Empire—forget it, at least he's purer."
"Your words, what's worse: converting on a pathway or changing citizenship? Changed citizenship doesn't an not being part of the Dragon Race? Princess Glina is still the darling of the group, you aren't planning to revoke the princess's dragon status, are you? You better stay away from , Ha Long, don't let the blood splash on then."
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