A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 480: Chapter 350: Legendary Guard, the Rise of Five Kings

The storm in the wilderness grows increasingly chaotic and dangerous, as fierce beasts and monsters become restless, and territorial conflicts never cease.

At the same time, a large-scale civil war engulfing the entire Federation intensifies among the distant Southern Countries, with flames of war almost sweeping across every piece of land worth contending for.

Many duchies and kingdoms, after the initial chaos and vacillation, have fully divided into two sharply opposing camps.

They are locked in confrontation, like fire and water.

One is based around the Ripos Kingdom, forming an extermination coalition with numerous allied nations.

The members within have all forged strict alliances with Ripos Kingdom, declaring a united advance and retreat.

They claim to be replacing the Saint King to rectify the Federation’s order and punish the rebellious offspring, openly calling the current king of Lotheren the Sinful King, determined to expel the Sinful King, cleanse the royal family’s stain, and restore a bright future to the Federation.

Their slogans are loud, occupying the moral high ground in public opinion.

The other, centered on the Lotheren Kingdom itself, unites some traditional allies to form the royal preservation camp.

Its members firmly uphold the legitimacy of the Lotheren Kingdom, believing the king possesses the undeniable bloodline of the Saint King. Although his method of fratricidal usurpation is indeed aggressive and ruthless, from a legal standpoint, it can’t be considered rebellion, as he is, after all, a member of the royal family.

They dismiss the extermination coalition as a group of opportunists and ambitious schemers trying to profit from chaos and destabilize the Federation, and with the aim of defending the Saint King’s legitimacy, maintaining the Federation’s unity and order, they vow to set things straight and eliminate treason.

As time passes, signs of tilting in the balance of victory and defeat begin to appear.

The extermination coalition has absorbed more duchies and kingdoms, possessing stronger comprehensive national power, military forces, and resource reserves, gradually establishing advantage in various major battle zones, continually encroaching on the borders and strategic locations of the royal preservation camp.

In comparison, the royal preservation camp, fighting on multiple fronts, gradually appears somewhat overwhelmed, more passive.

However, this vast civil war has not yet reached the final, truly heated white-hot stage.

The slight advantage currently gained could be thoroughly overturned in the rapidly changing battlefield due to a crucial decision error or defeat in a key battle.

No one can assert who will ultimately prevail in this civil war that will decide the future fate of the Federation.

At this moment, deep within the Lotheren Royal Court.

In a meticulously maintained, flower-filled royal courtyard.

The sky is overcast, sparse and cold drizzle descends silently from the grayish sky, wetting the delicate rare flowers in the courtyard, whose petals are adorned with clear droplets.

Two figures are strolling through this rainy courtyard.

One is a tall, slender woman, elegantly dressed in a courtly gown, with a beautiful face.

The other, while appearing relatively ordinary, has a notably imposing and upright stature, with a naturally majestic aura in his glance, as if the entire world revolves around him, a middle-aged man.

The woman is none other than the Crystal Princess, who has close ties with the Ignas Dragon Group.

Beside her is her biological brother, named O’Brien, who is also the contemporary Lotheren King embroiled in the storm’s center with an iron-blooded grip and fratricidal ascension.

At this moment, centered around the Lotheren King, there seems to be an invisible absolute domain.

As he walks, both the raindrops descending from the sky and the wet marks gathered on the tiled ground appear to be instantly wiped away, like erased pencil marks, revealing completely dry and clean ground.

On his luxurious royal robe; on Princess Alina’s skirt hem within half a step from him.

There isn’t the slightest trace of being wetted by the rain.

This isn’t a simple water avoidance spell, but a signature tactic of legendary powerhouses—[Domain].

The opening and maintenance of a domain usually require concentration and power expenditure, typically used in intense battles or crucial moments.

To so effortlessly maintain the effect of a domain during a casual walk, as if by instinct, usually indicates the user’s proficiency with their domain has reached a level beyond ordinary legendary.

”Brother King, the Ripos Kingdom and its allies are pressing relentlessly, their offensive waves growing stronger.”

Princess Alina has no heart to admire the clear sky maintained by the domain around them; she is fixated on the nation and the battle, a worry etched on her face.

She softly says, ”If we continue the current situation.”

”If we resist change, if left unaddressed, our disadvantage will likely only continue growing...shouldn’t we consider changing some strategies or think of other ways out?”

King O’Brien slightly shakes his head, his pace unbroken.

His expression calm, seemingly indifferent to his sister’s worry.

”Alina, you’re overly anxious.”

”War is a trial of national strength and a contest of will and time, not something you should worry excessively about. I have it under control.” His voice steady and filled with confidence, continues, ”No matter how tortuous the process of this civil unrest, it will ultimately conclude with our entire victory; there will be no other outcome, I am certain of this.”

Princess Alina wishes to speak more, attempting to relay some unfavorable reports from the front line, but is directly interrupted by O’Brien’s gentle yet unyielding speech.

”My dear sister,”