Chapter 331 Red and Silver (4)
Oszedro was trembling with extreme anger, even the scales on his face were opening slightly, and the solemn dragon face looked a bit ferocious at the moment.
Half of the surface of the huge silver dragon body was dull as if covered with dust, while the other half was shimmering with brilliant light, as if it had been forced to use two filters.
"Despicable and shameless dragon!"
"You need to pay for what you did!"
The ancient silver dragon roared once again, filled with irrepressible anger.
Oszedro stretched out his right paw, and a complex magic circle several meters long appeared in his palm. Heavy stones, broken trees and even broken corpses suddenly floated up from the ground, and the surrounding environment changed. It's like the void of the star realm.
The gravity of the surrounding hundred meters is controlled by this ancient silver dragon. This is the silver dragon's innate ability to cast spells.
"What did I do?"
"Let the people live a better life, launch a counterattack in this war, and shatter the dream of the Northland nobles to rule Anzeta for generations?"
"Or did you destroy the centuries-old collection of your old miser? Turn you into a half pauper?"
Cassius scoffed mercilessly.
The red dragon suddenly raised its wings in mid-air, relying on the powerful muscles attached to the wing bones to create a powerful wing storm above the body, which directly offset the reversal of gravity, causing the huge dragon body to still hover Mid-air.
Facing Cassius's taunt, the silver dragon's voice became even more furious, and its roar was like thunder.
"Quia! You can't anger me!"
"We, the metal dragon clan, have spent countless energy and paid an unknown price to barely maintain the balance between mortal things and dragons, so that the tragedies of ancient times will never happen again."
"And you, the filthy descendants of Tiamat, did not use the power given by Io for the right purpose, but used them to destroy the order of heaven!"
The ancient silver dragon opened its mouth slightly, the scales on its cheeks shone brightly, and a snow-white extremely cold waterfall spewed out from the huge mouth inlaid with the "Dragon Jaw".
However, the red dragon was not as Oszedro guessed, it could only float in place due to its resistance to gravity.
With the help of aerial maneuvers and the effect of a dragon, Cassius's flying skills have reached the ultimate level.
"Shua——"
The red dragon flaps its wings in a strange and vigorous posture, flying freely in an anti-gravity environment. He turned into a red afterimage and flew around the ancient silver dragon at high speed. The white breath was always one step behind him, and even the tip of its tail could not catch up.
As he flew around, a powerful hurricane gradually formed, and coupled with the flames surrounding the red dragon, it gradually formed a massive fire tornado.
"Oszedro! I see that you have been sleeping for hundreds of years, and your brain has been so sleepy that you cannot wake up! Your order that leaks everywhere has long been outdated!"
"Northland's outdated and decadent system should be swept into the garbage heap of history!"
"And you, the sanctimonious and hypocritical Silver Dragon, the nominal defender of order, are actually an obstacle to historical progress, and the same is true!"
"Roar——"
The dragon's roar shook the wasteland again.
The flames created by the red dragon intertwined with the ice and snow around the silver dragon. The heat and cold merged, making a noisy sound, and water vapor continued to steam up.
A giant pillar of cloud and mist seemed to appear on the wasteland, and it continued to expand. The boiling water vapor, stones flying in the wind, dazzling flames, and broken ice flakes formed an extreme restricted area of life.
"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"
"This is not a battle we can participate in!"
Faced with this situation, Marshal Doro, who was sitting on the battlefield, decisively ordered, and with the coordination of grassroots officers, the kingdom's troops retreated to the rear in an orderly manner.
The tieflings, hobgoblins, and ogres held their weapons high. Although they could not see clearly the battle in the clouds and mist, this did not prevent them from cheering for the red dragon in this "Battle of Two Dragons" from a distance.
The players, on the other hand, were much more chaotic. They fled in all directions freely, and some even took the initiative to come forward to watch. Even if the players were involved, they still didn't care, and they even didn't forget to shout loudly. “The special effects are so full, it’s so grand!”
"Holy crap, is there any harm in this cutscene?"
"I'm flying!"
"Wait, why am I burning?"
"Look! That man is burnt!"
The soldiers and nobles of the coalition were even more chaotic. They themselves were composed of private armies from various families, and their organization could be described as "chaos."
Tens of thousands of people scrambled to escape to the rear, and many stampedes occurred. However, some people were still caught in the hurricane and unfortunately died.
They are not immortal beings like players. Once they are affected by this war, they will really have to say goodbye to this world forever.
"What the hell is that?"
"Damn it, don't come close!"
"Get out of the way!"
"Okay, the wind is so strong! I'm going to be swept away! Help-"
Viscount Luton was also running away desperately, but his trembling legs and soaked trouser legs caused him to fall to the ground. He lay on the ground, shivering, and turned his head to look up at the disaster-like scene.
"Gods above. What kind of power is this?"
"How can humans defeat such an existence."
Viscount Luton muttered to himself as he watched the battle that was enough to shake Anzetta.
An idea suddenly came to his mind: Such an epic battle should not be buried in the torrent of history. Someone should record it.
Behind the coalition forces, Archduke Leo was also quietly looking up at the battle.
In the billowing white smoke, a scale and a half of the dragon's claws appeared from time to time, and a huge figure flashed past.
The earth cried out again and again like a newborn baby, making constant roaring sounds, and everyone could feel it - it was shaking.
Lightning, hurricanes, hail and even meteorites that were rarely seen appeared one after another, and blurry stars appeared in the sky. A slight leak of residual power could cause hundreds of casualties.
Grand Duke Leo suddenly felt that his decades of planning were like a joke. Even the death of his own son had never made him feel so lost.
"Dragon."
"They can destroy everything with ease."
"This kind of creature should not appear in this world at all."
Leo Bossk looked up at the dragon shadow high in the sky, his lips slightly inflamed, and murmured to himself.
He is the Grand Duke of the Principality of Bosque.
He is also the titular king of the United Kingdom of Northland.
He, the born noble Leo Bosque, should be the one who rules Anzetta and decides the fate of the North - not the two monsters in the sky.
Suddenly, a deep voice suddenly sounded in his mind, but it seemed so logical.
"Do you want revenge?"
(End of chapter)