Under the Red Dragon
#154 - Dust to Dust
Blue Dragon Dos slowed down, the flowing wind like a gentle maiden extending her soft hands, caressing and moving the blue dragon's body.
Blue Dragon Dos's wings, patterned with storms and lightning, remained open, never flapping, only occasionally adjusting the angle to make it easier for him to hide in the high-altitude clouds.
Even though the two Dragon Cult priests in front were moving and hiding in the dense forest, their paths still could not escape the blue dragon's vision.
An ordinary eagle or golden eagle can accurately find an active rabbit on the ground from a height of thousands of meters.
Moreover, with the vision of a dragon, the activities of the two Dragon Cult priests are as clear in the blue dragon's eyes as watching the lines on one's own palm.
The Dragon Cult priests twisted and turned in the forest, their seemingly thin bodies possessing extremely fast speed, obviously unlike normal humans. Their pace in the densely growing, vine-entwined forest was even better than that of the wild horses that are good at running on the grasslands.
As the dragon priests gradually turned towards the rolling mountains in the forest and stepped into a deep river valley, the high mountains on both sides blocked the blue dragon who was far behind.
Blue Dragon Dos became anxious and quickly flapped his wings. The gentle flowing wind suddenly surged, turning into a powerful thrust, helping the dragon burst out with even faster speed.
But at this moment, a low and familiar voice rang in Blue Dragon Dos's ears, it was Caron's voice.
"Come down, Dos, these are the last two people. See who the master behind these guys is."
Blue Dragon Dos's overly concentrated attention only now realized that in front of the lush green high mountain cliff, a faintly red figure stood quietly on the natural platform extending from the top of the mountain, shielding his figure with some ancient trees growing diagonally upwards.
Beside him, there was also a small team of ten Imperial Guard warriors standing quietly. The leader was the Dragonborn werewolf Saha, who was on duty today.
One after another, flying dragons dug their sharp claws into the steep cliff walls. Nearly twenty flying dragons, with the flying dragon knights tightly bound to their backs, were quiet. Even if the dragon didn't pay attention, it would be ignored.
Blue Dragon Dos dissipated the surrounding gale, smoothed his wings to reduce the force of landing, and gently landed on the top of the mountain, crushing and breaking the dense forest, making a crackling sound. Even though the blue dragon had paid extra attention, the huge size still created a lot of noise.
"Caron, were you also summoned by these guys? I thought that with your will, you could resist this ancient ritual's summoning,"
Blue Dragon Dos revealed his fangs and smiled. In the eyes of the dragons, this red dragon's will was simply something that a dragon could not possess. Even some ascetics among humans who paid special attention to spiritual practice might not be as firm as the red dragon's will.
The Dragonborn Caron, with a pair of red horns facing the sky and stern scales, shook his head, did not respond to the blue dragon's topic, but ordered the Imperial Guard leader Saha and the flying dragon battle group team leader: "Prepare to attack. When those Dragon Cult priests open the portal, leave them behind. Don't let one run away."
The Dragonborn werewolf Saha did not speak, but lowered his head, and then led nine Imperial Guard warriors to jump directly from the top of the mountain.
Whoosh,
Twenty flying dragons tore the rocks with their sharp claws, kicked off from the cliff, spread their wings, flew over the top of the mountain, and then swooped down to catch the Imperial Guard warriors who had fallen into mid-air.
Yo-hoo,
The knights on the backs of the flying dragons shouted excitedly, driving the flying dragons to swoop over the ground, and threw the Imperial Guard warriors on the backs of the flying dragons into the river valley.
One by one, the Imperial Guard warriors rolled from the backs of the flying dragons. When they landed on the ground, they bent one leg, lowered their heads slightly, and inserted the heavy broadsword into the loose river valley soil to offset the impact of the landing.
One by one, the Imperial Guard warriors raised their heads. Those Dragon Cult priests were surrounding the priest wearing a crown, and the middle-aged priest wearing a crown was holding a book like a canon in his hand, chanting complex spells.
A wide portal was slowly opening in front of the priest, only a few steps away from these priests.
An extremely strange stench came from the opening portal.
"You are late, you dragon lackeys, just one step away," the middle-aged priest wearing the crown closed the canon, smiled, put his right hand on his left chest, and gave a hypocritical salute.
"It's a pity for the dragon blood in you. You don't know how to be a free dragon, but you choose to become a dragon's servant," the middle-aged priest said mockingly.
"You..."
Whoosh,
Before the middle-aged priest could finish speaking, his high posture froze on his face. A heavy broadsword shot out from the Dragonborn werewolf Saha's hand with a whistling sound, carrying a strong wind, brushed past the middle-aged priest's body, and was nailed straight between the middle-aged priest and the portal.
It sank deeply into the ground, and the powerful force made the greatsword still tremble slightly in the mud.
"Dare to step into the portal, die, attack, capture alive!"
The first sentence was a warning to the Dragon Cult priests, and the second sentence was an order to the other warriors.
The eyes under the masks of the Imperial Guard warriors suddenly lit up, and they stepped forward with their heavy swords, wielding a sword flower, and the heavy sword in their hands was like an arrow on a string, ready to be fired at any time.
The flying dragon knights in the sky also turned around and pounced on the Dragon Cult priests under the command of the knights.
"Go," the middle-aged priest wearing the crown completely ignored Saha's warning, and also ignored the heavy swords in the hands of the other Imperial Guard warriors, and rushed directly towards the portal with the canon in his arms.
Swoosh,
A heavy sword roared, but was dodged by the priest wearing the crown, because the portal actually allowed the middle-aged priest to rush directly through, like some kind of real phantom, obviously existing, but untouchable.
"This is the power of magical knowledge. I can't control the portal you built, but interfering with your portal can still be easily done,"
Caron, suspended in the air, spread his wings, and looked down at the scene below with the equally suspended Blue Dragon Dos, and smiled slightly.
"Damn it, the portal is actually invalid," the high posture and composure on the face of the middle-aged priest wearing the crown finally disappeared, and a trace of panic appeared on his face.
"Then we can only rely on ourselves to break out," a priest wearing a bell ring leaned on a bell staff, his lips closed and moved, and quickly recited the spell.
The rapid chanting sound carried a strange magic power in the rapidly shaking bell sound, which made the priest's robe wearing the bell ring swell, as if a strong wind was blowing under the robe.
"In the beginning of time, the Time Dragon God Akatosh already existed,... sinking in darkness, lost in the lightless, admire these crystal blood beads shining like diamonds, dragons, your blood is my blood,"
"Your heart is my heart, your bone is my bone, I, transform into a dragon!"
In an instant, a strong wind rose from the ground, shouts rang out, flying sand rolled, walking stones overflowed, and black mist rolled.
The priest wearing the bell ring actually swelled suddenly, and the bulging body opened the loose robe. The rapidly growing bones and torn flesh brought unimaginable pain to this priest.
Ah, ah, ah,
He roared in pain, gradually in the diffuse black mist, the painful roar of human voices turned into some kind of beast's howl, just like, a wild dragon's roar.
Whoosh,
A wing suddenly stretched out from the black mist, two thick claws also stepped out from the black mist, and then a head with two horns, a pair of beastly eyes, almost without wisdom and humanity, a thick neck, a body covered with variegated scales, and a tail full of bone spurs.
Bang,
The moment this strange beast stepped out of the black mist, all the black mist instantly poured into the beast's body like it was absorbed, which allowed everyone to see the true face of this beast.
This is a dragon, a dragon, a flawed dragon, a dragon with serious defects.
It only has one wing, and the other wing is broken off at the root, as if it didn't have this wing in the first place.
Moreover, the mixed-color scales on the body are accompanied by a strong stench, like fish that have been dead for a few days, the scales are mottled with rust, overflowing with some kind of poisonous corrosive energy.
And even the light of wisdom that exists in the eyes of the most stupid white dragon does not exist in this flawed dragon, as if all humanity has been swallowed by animality, reduced to the purest beast.
Moreover, the true dragons in the world are all four-limbed, but this flawed dragon only has hind limbs, just like the wyverns that are despised by all true dragons, inferior products.
Roar,
This strange dragon opened its huge mouth full of saliva and roared at the rushing Imperial Guard warriors.
"Damn it, this is, desecrated blood, these inferior species, I will kill them all, electrocute them into a pile of coke," as a higher dragon species of the five-color dragon species, the blue dragon Dos suddenly became furious.
He smelled the taste of true dragon blood from this strange flawed dragon. It was obvious that these Dragon Cult priests used the blood of true dragons to create strange products.
"Hehe," Caron comforted Blue Dragon Dos, "There are always many people who think that as long as they have some dragon blood, they can continue to evolve into true dragons in some way. That's just a ridiculous idea,"
"Watch quietly, Dos, our warriors can handle all this. They are just a group of mindless beasts, and we are the rulers, the lords, the true dragons. We don't need to do everything ourselves. This is the meaning of the existence of dragon dependents."
Caron's comfort may not have worked, but Caron's sandbag-sized fist was very deterrent. Although Blue Dragon Dos wanted to fly down and kill all these beasts, he still suppressed the boiling dragon blood and quietly watched the battle below.
One by one, the priests transformed into flawed dragons in the chanting sound. They waved the ceremonial guards and instruments in their hands, and the black mist instantly enveloped a large area of the river valley.
But the Imperial Guard warriors had already started charging forward after seeing that the portal was invalid. They wielded the heavy swords in their hands, directly smashing them like heavy hammers at the rushing flawed dragons.
Boom,
The flawed dragon stepped on the soft river valley land with heavy steps, and rushed straight over, opening its stinky giant mouth that was constantly dripping saliva, and the yellow-rusted fangs were like rows of blades, directly biting at the heavy sword of the Imperial Guard warrior.
But although the Imperial Guard warrior was powerful, it was impossible to face the impact of a ten-meter-long dragon head-on. He abandoned the heavy sword in his hand at the last moment, allowing the heavy sword to fly out with the remaining force, and was bitten by the flawed dragon's steel teeth and iron mouth.
The Imperial Guard warrior had already rolled over, came to the side of the flawed dragon, and the short spear equipped with armor-piercing and blood-loss effects on the waist was pushed by the huge force when the magic-powered armor on his body lit up, and was deeply pierced into the chest and abdomen of the flawed dragon.
Roar,
The flawed dragon, biting the heavy sword, tearing and shaking, had not reacted, and was pierced by a deep hole in the chest and abdomen, and the stinky black blood gurgled out from the wound of the flawed dragon.
Under the severe pain, the flawed dragon subconsciously used the only right half of its wings to pat the attacked position, trying to slap the cunning enemy away, but the Imperial Guard warrior with a brain had already rolled over from under the dragon's abdomen, and the blood-stained short spear in his hand had cut another opening in the dragon's relatively fragile abdomen.
The bat-winged flying dragon in the sky also pounced down at this moment, and its sharp claws tore large pieces of flesh on the back of the flawed dragon.
The knight on the back of the flying dragon did not use 'bang bang', which is not suitable for this battlefield. An excellent soldier should have a sense of judging the crude situation of the battlefield.
He was not equipped with any dragon knight spear weapons. On a very fast flying dragon, equipping this weapon is undoubtedly extremely stupid and unreasonable.
He just raised the short crossbow equipped to prevent falling to the ground and protect himself, abandoned the short knife on his waist, and nailed the arrows stained with venom into the back of the flawed dragon.
Boom, this flawed dragon finally fell down after being seriously injured. The remaining power and excessive loss of life energy were not enough to maintain the flawed dragon's posture, and it was transformed back into the original human form in the black mist. The naked body was full of wounds, and it was twitching unconsciously in the blood.
"Look, it's just a flawed beast, it can't fly, it doesn't have dragon breath, and even its wisdom is covered by animality," Caron said lightly in the high sky, "They are just some pitiful people who covet the power of the dragon, but I am more curious about the power of the organization behind these cannon fodder."
Caron looked at the flawed dragons in the river valley, which were gradually solved one by one by the cooperation of the Imperial Guard warriors and the flying dragon knights, and landed from the air with Blue Dragon Dos.
Boom,
The last flawed dragon was easily solved by the Dragonborn werewolf. This belligerent werewolf defeated this flawed dragon head-on.
Werewolves are somewhat similar to warriors. Their forms of power application are also similar. Power is concentrated in one body. A strong body and power are extremely effective in one-on-one battles.
The disadvantage is that it is difficult to make any earth-shattering movements. For example, a saint-level werewolf can cut down a mountain, but it is not as efficient and grand as a saint-level mage's spell, but the endurance of werewolves and warriors far exceeds that of mages.
Of course, after the werewolf steps into the legend, there will be two more paths to choose from. One is to maintain the original path, but can explore knowledge by oneself, choose to embrace magic or explore the potential of blood.
The other path is to completely embrace the power of wildness, transform into Fenrir the Wolf, and no longer have the ability to transform into werewolves and humans, as well as corresponding human rationality and wisdom.
However, the Dragonborn werewolf Saha obviously wouldn't walk the path of becoming Fenrir the wolf, because this guy has recently become infatuated with the centaur clan's girls.
"Master, Lord Dos," Saha wiped the bloody stench from his claws and stood before Kalon and Dos.
"Well, take these still-living guys back, heal them, and see if you can pry anything out of them. As for the dead, hang their heads on the city gate as a warning!"
Kalon nodded, letting Saha lead his warriors to retreat.
"Dos, you go back too. I want to go in and take a look, and you should be at the celebration right now," Kalon also dismissed Dos. His Dragonborn avatar could die without consequence; his innate bestiality was inseparable from him and would only return to his body.
"Alright, but be careful, Kalon," the Blue Dragon Dos nodded, then soared into the air. Although he didn't have a concrete understanding of Kalon's abilities, he could guess that Kalon was confident in his own safety.
Thump, thump, thump.
After everyone else left the valley, Kalon walked to the teleportation gate that he had temporarily interfered with and sealed. The stench of blood had already spread to the side of the teleportation gate.
Kalon stretched out his claws, and the magical light in his hand surged, gradually solidifying the illusory teleportation gate and restoring its function.
A foul smell suddenly came from the teleportation gate. Kalon frowned slightly, blocking his sense of smell. His true vision and perception opened, wanting to explore what secrets existed behind the teleportation gate.
Huff, huff.
A huge wind sound, no, this was the sound of huge breaths, like a giant beast exhaling its breath between its nostrils.
A huge vertical pupil was revealed from the other side of the teleportation gate, occupying almost the entire field of vision of the teleportation gate. The entire teleportation gate was suddenly darkened behind it, blocked by the giant beast's massive body from all light sources.
An unimaginably huge head flickered faintly in the dim background. That vertical pupil was full of indifferent bestiality and chaotic madness, staring motionlessly at Kalon, who wanted to step inside.
This was a giant dragon, a giant dragon whose body was unimaginably huge. Kalon, however, revealed a look of pity. He sighed, "How sad, a giant dragon沦for being a manipulated beast, a giant dragon whose wisdom and will have been obliterated. The Dragon Worship Cult, heh, the Dragon Worship Cult!"
Kalon sneered, the magic in his body boiling, all the magic condensed in his hand, turning into a strange corrosive ray, shooting out, hitting the bullseye.
Aroar!
The vertical pupil behind the teleportation gate suddenly shrank back, and earth-shattering rolling and flapping sounds came from the other side.
Crack.
Kalon clenched his dragon claws, and the entire teleportation gate suddenly shrank rapidly, crushed in his hand.
Rumble.
The magic shield on the surface of Kalon's body flickered with light as he rose from the ground amidst the dust.
"Dust to dust, earth to earth..."
Kalon floated in mid-air, his draconic voice mixed with rolling magic, causing the surrounding mountains to shake and rocks to collapse.
Rumble, rumble.
The surrounding two mountains shook, and the earth seemed to be shaking as well. With the blessing of Kalon's talent, the power of his magic was like divine punishment descended from the gods.
The two mountains were shaken at the waist as if by a god propping up the sky, and countless boulders rolled down, smashing into the valley at the foot of the mountains, burying the valley.
Crack, crack.
In Kalon's draconic voice, the roots of the two mountains finally couldn't hold on, and they broke off at the waist from the cracks in the mountains.
Bang, bang, bang.
The mountains fell.
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