VBNWDW - Chapter 95
Chapter 95
—ROAR!
A hundred-meter-long dragon burst forth from a spatial rift. Its chilling, skeletal wings stirred up a chaotic wind, and white phantom flames swirled around its body. Its gilded, vertical pupils were filled with boundless fury.
Its outstretched wings blotted out most of the blazing sun, casting a heavy gray shadow upon the ground. Its scales, like black jade, glinted with a cold light.
It swooped down violently, tearing open rifts in the space around it, revealing chaotic and dangerous fissures.
"Run!"
The group of white-robed figures turned and fled. As if by prior agreement, they instinctively ran toward the narrow streets lined with dense housing.
The dragon egg, too large to fit in a spatial ring, was clutched tightly in one person's arms, showing only a few scorched marks.
The dragon dove, its sharp claws swiping down. The seemingly sturdy buildings were as easy to slice through as tofu, instantly losing half their structure.
The group didn't stop, not even daring to glance back. Their small size was now their greatest advantage. Using the buildings for cover, they frantically raced toward the city gates.
The skeletal wings flapped again, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.
—ROAR!
An invisible soundwave, carrying the immense pressure of a dragon's might, enveloped the entire city of Anthelia. The surrounding gray-white phantom flames flared menacingly, igniting the elements.
Another claw struck down. The enraged dragon could no longer maintain its reason and carefully protect the Queen's capital. Or rather, it was already doing its best to suppress its power and not obliterate the entire city.
Houses shattered one after another, bricks and stones crashing to the ground amidst the cries of small children.
The white-robed figures were in a panic, with no time to even chant spells. They could only toss out one scroll after another in the brief moments they had.
Fireballs, wind blades, lightning, wooden cages—in their haste, they even threw out a healing spell.
The dragon withstood it all with its physical body. The various spells rained down, striking its black scales. Over time, they left behind pits and dents of all sizes, making it look utterly battered.
The dragon's claws left deep gouges in the ground. Some people wanted to step forward to help intercept the thieves, but the white-robed figures fled erratically, and the dragon seemed to be on a reckless rampage. They wanted to approach but were scared away.
But there were clever people, too, like Mo Wen's mother, the knight Julieta. She leaped onto a rooftop and, seizing the opportunity, summoned a light spell.
A palm-sized blade of light shot down, aimed at the calf of the person carrying the dragon egg.
They were so focused on dodging the dragon that they failed to notice it in time. The blade of light sliced through the man's trousers, tearing through flesh and blood. His steps faltered, and he nearly stumbled and fell.
He quickly tossed the dragon egg to the person beside him and, enduring the intense pain, continued onward. He knew in his heart that if he fell behind even for a moment, the dragon would smash him into a pulp without giving him a chance to struggle.
Another person caught the egg, threw another scroll backward, and ducked into an even narrower alley.
The black dragon pursued relentlessly, once again using its body to block the magic unleashed by the scrolls. The previous battle had already depleted its elemental energy, and the only remaining power was being used to suppress the rampant poison. It was now a spent force, relying on sheer willpower to keep itself going as it chased its target.
Another brick house was smashed open. The white-robed man who had fallen behind due to his injury was crushed to death inside. Peeking through the cracks, one could see he had been instantly turned into a meat paste, not even leaving a complete corpse behind.
Meanwhile, Metis was on another front. Just as the white-robed figures succeeded, the long-hidden imperial army finally launched their attack, charging directly at the city walls, likely to rescue their comrades inside.
Their numbers were not large, perhaps only around ten thousand. After all, they had to bypass the cities of the Roy Kingdom and carefully hide just outside the capital. Any major movement would have been detected, so having ten thousand troops was already impressive.
Metis didn't have much of an advantage either. She had previously split the Roy army and mages in two, sending them all to the front lines. Now, with less than ten thousand guards remaining, she hastily mounted a defense.
The dragon tilted its head to dodge a spell from a scroll. Its claws were becoming incredibly heavy to lift. The taste of blood filled its mouth, and its entire body swayed, nearly crashing to the side.
Ahead, the dragon egg seemed to sense its condition and emitted a faint halo of light.
It was a communication between a dragon and its bloodline. Metis had mentioned it before; the youngling had tried to communicate with her, but after the failed hatching, it had gone silent. Now, perhaps sensing its mother's injuries, it had awakened from its slumber.
A message also came from the other end of the contract chain; the Queen had also sensed its condition.
The black dragon suddenly threw its head back and roared. This sound was different from before. If the previous roars were like a stone hammer falling, this one was more like water ripples suddenly spreading, carrying rage and unwillingness as it expanded for thousands of miles.
It roared again, and the sound traveled even farther, carrying a meaning only the Dragon Clan could understand.
This was a dragon calling to Dragon Island for help.
The halo around the dragon egg suddenly brightened before fading in an instant.
And thousands of miles away, the Dragon God, who had been searching for the lost youngling, suddenly looked up.
Ever since sensing the youngling's aura last time, the Dragon God had led a hundred adult dragons away from Dragon Island to search everywhere.
But because the youngling's aura was too faint, almost flickering in and out of existence, their search had been extremely difficult. By now, they had only managed to search an area a hundred miles from the plains where the Roy Kingdom was located.
"This is…"
"Little Yueqing's call for help."
"The youngling's aura."
Although they didn't understand the specifics of what had happened, they could guess some of it. The atmospheric pressure around the dragons instantly plummeted.
The Dragon God, surrounded in the center, swiped a claw forcefully and commanded, "Go!"
Nearly a hundred dragons beat their wings and took to the sky, rushing in that direction at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Meanwhile, back on Dragon Island, the dragons who had been in slumber all opened their eyes. Except for those left to protect the young, and the unhatched younglings who were forcibly left behind, almost the entire clan poured out of their nests.
The swarm of dragons taking flight nearly blotted out the entire sky. The azure sea seemed to plunge into darkness, and the creatures within it trembled in fear. Even the small fish froze in place, not daring to so much as flick their tails.
Within the city of Anthelia,
As the two roars faded, the expressions of the white-robed figures changed. After hastily dodging the dragon's claws, someone cried out in despair, "It's over, it's over! We're out of time."
"There's no way. We can't escape."
"It's too insane. If this continues, we'll eventually run out of stamina and be dragged down here."
"What do we do then?"
Everyone turned to look at the person holding the dragon egg, who seemed to be their leader.
The man's steps were hurried, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He tossed the dragon egg to the person beside him, pulled a scroll from his robes, and handed it over as well. Then he turned and shouted, "You all go! I'll hold it back! If… if it comes to it, open that scroll!"
As his voice fell, a staff of the light element appeared in his hand, and he began to chant.
The others didn't dare to linger and continued to run forward.
But the dragon's sharp claws were already swiping down again.
"Judgment of Light!"
A seventh-tier spell suddenly materialized, colliding with the descending claws.
—BOOM!!!
A tremendous sound erupted. All the surrounding houses collapsed, and the ground within a ten-meter radius sank into a massive crater, as if an earthquake had struck.
The light mage at the center of the blast was shaken so violently that he coughed up two mouthfuls of blood. He ignored it and immediately looked up.
He saw that the dragon claw that had brought them such immense terror was now a bloody, mangled mess, with shattered scales embedded in the flesh like shrapnel.
What surprised him even more was that the black dragon was swaying violently, looking as if it could collapse at any moment.
He recalled the previous scenes, and his face lit up with joy. He immediately shouted, "Quick! Stop running! It's at its limit!"
He remembered the words of the Lord God of Light, who said the dragon had been sealed by him and its strength was at most eighth-tier. Then, based on the clue from his comrades in the Heracles Kingdom that it was time to act, he deduced that the dragon must have fought him and been injured.
The people in front immediately turned around and also saw the dragon's swaying form. Before, they had been so terrified by the dragon's ferocious momentum that they couldn't even muster the will to fight back, focused only on escaping.
Now, seeing this, they realized the dragon was not invincible. Its claw was bleeding profusely from their companion's attack.
The leader spoke in a hoarse voice, "This is our chance…"
"Open that scroll!"
"Let the God of Light kill it."
On the city wall, Metis pulled out a scroll and threw it down.
She had few scrolls left on her; most had been given to Talia. Later, when Mo Wen formed a contract with the seventh-tier magical beast, she gave the remaining scrolls to Mo Wen to protect the youngling. She never expected that she would now be trapped by her own decision.
She turned her head to look at the dragon on the other side, a faint red ring appearing around her eyes. She bit her tongue hard and then looked back at the enemy army desperately charging toward her.
The people of Anthelia were terrified, unable to understand how a place that had been so peaceful just moments ago had suddenly turned into this.
Before they could think further, a familiar aura of light descended once more.
This time, it was not a projection.
Wings representing nobility and sanctity unfurled. A man with an ordinary face and an indifferent expression appeared in the sky above Anthelia, his white robes billowing without any wind.
With his appearance, the surrounding light elements surged into Anthelia like a tide, becoming so dense they felt viscous.
Whether they were ordinary people or the Gifted, their knees couldn't help but go weak, and they couldn't muster a single thought of resistance, let alone move. This even affected the heavily injured black dragon. It plummeted to the ground, as if thousands of mountains were pressing down on it, rendering it immobile. This was likely the God of Light's special consideration for it.
The few white-robed figures, however, moved with ease. They knelt directly, shouting "Lord God of Light," their faces filled with fanaticism and excitement.
The black dragon looked up, a mocking smile on its face. "So you finally dare to show yourself, you small-minded piece of trash."
Its voice was extremely low and hoarse. The blood it had been holding back for so long now flowed freely. There was no need to hide it anymore; everyone could see it was severely injured.
The God of Light gave it a faint glance, as if completely unconcerned by its words. He reached out a hand toward the white-robed figures, signaling them to give him the dragon egg.
"You dare take it!" the black dragon immediately roared, its dim eyes becoming clear once more.
"Legolas!" it bellowed threateningly. "Do you want to make an enemy of the entire Dragon Clan?!"
Legolas was the God of Light's name. Hearing this, his expression turned cold, and he shouted, "Give it to me, quickly!"
The white-robed man trembled in fear and hurried forward.
But in the next second, a massive shadow rushed in from the horizon. The dragon's roar was just like the black dragon's had been—furious and incredibly oppressive.
The God of Light's expression changed. Disregarding his own divine dignity, he took several quick steps, trying to grab the dragon egg.
But he never expected that the black dragon would actually resist his restraints, ramming into him with all its might!
The hundred-meter-long body shot toward his side like a cannonball. The God of Light immediately retracted the hand reaching for the egg. The aura of light surged, instantly forming a shield in front of him.
—BOOM!
The shield flickered, and the dragon was sent flying. Its powerless body was thrown a hundred meters away, flattening everything in its path and kicking up a huge cloud of dust.
At the same time, a dragon's roar suddenly sounded from close by.
"Legolas, are you looking to die?!"
A trace of fear appeared on the God of Light's face. He snatched the dragon egg, raised his staff, and tore open a rift in the space before him. He actually intended to abandon his followers and escape with the egg.
But he was a step too slow. A dragon claw covered in golden scales seized his body, forcefully yanking him out of the spatial rift.
The Dragon God grinned ferociously. "Why run? Let's have a nice chat about what you planned to do to our youngling."
The God of Light opened his mouth, then turned to look to the side, where hundreds of dragons were giving him friendly smiles.
Not far away, the black dragon's eyelids drooped, and it fainted completely.
The light elements, which had been so dense they had almost liquefied, instantly dispersed.
More dragons were still rushing over from farther away, their roars echoing across the entire continent. People who didn't know what was happening were shocked and bewildered, unable to understand why the reclusive Dragon Clan, which had always hidden on Dragon Island, had suddenly become so frantic, desperately converging on a single location.
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