Beneath the Red Dragon

The sunset was almost indistinguishable over the coastal sky.

But above the firmament, the clouds spread like a giant mighty force stirring, slowly rotating the storm’s vortex.

”Have everyone evacuate the residents of the coastal town immediately, away from this battlefield,” the Divine Favored Naga calmly ordered.

The exhausted Green Dragon Antajena raised its head for a view. At the moment the Green Dragon spoke, the situation was already doomed to be unresolvable.

But the hypocrisy and shamelessness of those Metal Dragons made the nearly depleted body of the Green Dragon greedily absorb the surrounding energy, birthing a desire for blood that far surpassed the Source Desire of Evil Dragon Blood in the heart of Green Dragon Antajena.

Jaluun raised its head to gaze at the distant sky, slowly licking its teeth.

It was only today that Jaluun understood that the favor of the gods is not an invincible existence. Without an army unit of sufficient size equipped with powerful enough weaponry, even Divine Favor Naga Jaluun could not participate in such disputes.

But she would not leave. She wanted to stand here and engrave everything that happened today into her mind until she could truly face today’s scene.

”You see, whether it’s these Metal Dragons or some lofty Divine Spirits, they’re no different from the whores of the mortal world,”

King of Dark Elves Anudale retracted the fishing rod in his hand, through the Magic Radiance, the rod transformed into a beakless long saber with its sheath, lightly held in the hand of the rigid elf.

”If you could compromise just a little, lower your proud heads just a bit, perhaps you wouldn’t be facing such situations,”

Anudale gazed into the sky at the Divine Favor Golden Dragon Erikson radiating ancestral majesty, speaking meaningfully.

Dark Nest Lord Shalos also came over, standing side by side with the King of Dark Elves, softly laughing: ”The monster races like us always need to live cunningly, conserve strength, and wait for the opportune moment. In my opinion, the Golden Empire’s sharpness is overly excessive and has committed a major taboo.”

”Once a person makes the first compromise, they will never stop again. To compromise once signifies new, never-ending compromises.”

The cold wind howled, the frigid air roared across the heavens and the earth like the ancient era’s spatial whispers, accompanying the White Dragon Gomot.

Ancestral White Dragon Gomot bared its scythe-like fangs, its cheeks cold and rigid as iron, speaking word by word.

”Our Gogomola’s bones are quite hard, can’t be made to kneel even if they’re broken.”

The words of the Ancestral White Dragon Gomot made the Heroic King of Dark Elves laugh aloud.

The aura of disaster and destruction bloomed around this Heroic King’s body, Anudale’s long white hair danced wildly in the fierce wind as he ascended into the sky, standing shoulder to shoulder with two Ancestral Giant Dragons.

Shalos also smiled, stepping up to the heavens.

Under Dark Nest Lord Shalos’s tightly wrapped black robe, the fair and delicate skin began to crack, massive phantom-like black iron legs with spider spikes extended behind Shalos.

Eight compound eyes imbued with enchantment and dreamlike power opened on the forehead and sides of face of the legendary Lord, watching the four giant dragons opposite in the sky, sweeping past the two Titans standing proudly on the earth.

Karon tilted his head, observing these newly allied companions, White Dragon Gomot also turned its gaze to these originally unrelated powerhouses.

In the sky, Ancestral Golden Dragon Erikson’s pupils raged, ’Golden Flash’ Mogusa Rabil also showed a surprised expression, while the legendary Mature Golden Dragon Nasuye furrowed the gold-scaled brow.

”This is our issue with that Red Dragon, you could have kept out,” the Titans on the ground spoke thunderously, the massive voice like drums reverberating in the legion.

In the hands of the Titan named Ausuye, a legendary staff shimmering with immense power fluctuations stirred the elements and magic around this Titan.

Clearly, these Titans had come prepared, having anticipated the abilities once displayed by the Ancestral Red Dragon, this legendary staff in Ausuye’s hands capable of weakening and restraining the elemental control and flame-element transformation skills of the Ancestral Red Dragon.

Another Titan, named Tilocha, displayed formidable bare muscle like divine iron armor covering the core torso’s heart area, with arms raised like scars of power, the battle lance in the hand exuding an aura that pierces all.

The ever-bright bloodstains lingered at the lance’s sharp tip, echoing with the death cries of dragons, demons, and devils.

Similarly, a strongly focused legendary sacred artifact.

Though these dragons and Titans had made ample preparations, they hadn’t anticipated the potential help beside the Ancestral Red Dragon, for such was entirely unreasonable to them.

”We are cold-blooded, ruthless monsters,” Shalos chuckled: ”Therefore, we never easily make promises, but once made, we will not break our word.”

”Our alliance with Gogomola will be eternal, until our will fades.”

Anudale’s white hair danced wildly, but he turned to look at the exceptionally calm Ancestral Red Dragon.

”Fighting for allies by our lives, that we can’t do, but to distract one or two enemies for our allies is but a trivial matter.”