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Chapter 782: The Tide of War
“Damned Human! How dare you deceive me?! You said they were our Allies, didn’t you?!”
Ancient Green Dragon’s wrath reached its peak—fearsome in appearance, reeking of acid and bloodstained breath, it surged toward Rogen like a storm.
To the arrogant Five-Colored Dragons, these Cultist Root were not allies at all—they were nothing more than lowly slaves. And a slave who deceived its master? There was no need to keep such a thing alive.
Rogen’s face turned ashen. His legs trembled violently. His throat convulsed as he swallowed hard. “They’re traitors! They betrayed the Dragon Queen! Anselm, rest assured—I’ll make them pay!”
He made grand promises, raising the Dragonhead Scepter. The twin pupils embedded in the dragon’s head flared with an eerie, heart-stopping glow. In an instant, the aura expanded—rippling outward across hundreds of meters.
For a split second, every humanoid being, every Dragon-blooded monster on the battlefield froze in place, as if someone had pressed the Pause button.
Their breaths became ragged. Bodies shook. Hair stood on end. Before their eyes, a towering, indistinct silhouette loomed—vast and shadowed, veiled in mist. Yet even through the haze, its five heads, five colors, and terrifying form were unmistakable.
It was Tiamat.
“That… that’s…”
“The mighty, noble Queen Tiamat!”
In an instant, every Cultist collapsed to their knees, frenzied with awe. The Duke Franz’s subordinates writhed in agony—some clutching their temples, others rolling on the ground, overwhelmed by searing headaches.
Even the entities from the Spatial Vortex stared in shock, stunned into silence. The Wyverns plummeted from midair, disoriented.
Rogen soared upward on thick black fog, hovering above the crowd. He spread his arms wide, roaring with all his might—his voice tearing through the air like a blade.
“Traitors! Your blood runs with the noble lineage of the Dragon Queen—how dare you consort with these lowly humans?!”
“Betrayal! This is naked, shameless betrayal! You’ve forsaken your bloodline, your shell, your very soul!”
His voice echoed, shaking the very ground, sending waves of dark ripples through the air.
“Submit to me! Return to the Dragon Worship Church! The great and merciful Dragon Queen will forgive your sins and save your spiritual essence!”
At once, the Half-Dragons and Wyverns from the Spatial Vortex began to tremble. Their eyes flickered between gold and black. Their bodies twisted and strained beneath their scales, veins bulging like ropes—two opposing wills locked in battle within one body.
“Holy hell… is this some kind of crowd control?!”
Stuffed Bun gripped the reins tightly, fighting to maintain balance as he swayed midair. A warning flashed before his eyes.
[Due to 【Dragonblood Creature】 traits, you are affected by 【Shadow of Tiamat】. You must make a Willpower Roll.]
[Failure results in 【Dragon’s Servant】 state—controlled by the Dragon Worship Church for a time.]
Stuffed Bun’s vision darkened. “No way! I’m not letting them brainwash me into some mindless slave!”
He watched in horror as players around him lost control—crumpling, falling, their eyes glazed over.
Rogen’s lips curled into a fierce grin. “This is the might of the Dragon Queen! You, descendants of dragon blood, dare defy her? How foolish… how tragically naive!”
But then—out of the distance—a blinding crimson light erupted from the Stone Stele. A terrifying aura of intimidation exploded outward, spreading across thousands of meters. From the sky came a roar so majestic it shook the heavens.
“ROOOOAAARRR!”
Rogen’s expression twisted. The sheer force of the aura knocked him off his feet. His legs buckled. With a heavy plunk, he collapsed to his knees.
“What… is this?”
He lifted his head slowly. His throat worked. His face was pale. The long, lizard-like pupils in his eyes narrowed to pinpricks.
Above Green Valley Town, a shadow fell across the sky—a monstrous, crimson-scaled Dragon, towering in height, staring down at him. Its pale golden eyes radiated cold disdain and utter contempt.
“How… how could it be… a Dragon Prince?”
After that roar, every human in the Green Valley Battalion snapped back to clarity. The players, too, shook off the daze.
“Praise Kai Xiusu!”
Stuffed Bun shook his head, slapped the Wyvern’s neck. Noodles instantly understood, flaring his wings and ascending vertically, climbing to a hundred meters in the air.
From above, he saw Rogen—kneeling, trembling, utterly panicked.
Stuffed Bun licked his lips, excitement flickering in his eyes. “That crowd control… it was him. A real boss-level monster!”
“Noodles, charge! We’re taking that kill credit!”
He drew his Long Spear, tucked it under his arm, and dove from the sky. The wind howled past as he streaked downward, spear leading the way.
At the same moment, Great威 Tianlong locked onto the Cultist leader. With a thunderous stomp, the ground cracked. Dust exploded into the air. The eight-armed monk leapt into the sky.
Farther away, Singo had already drawn back his bow, nocking a radiant, luminous arrow. The tip gleamed with cold fire, radiating an aura of pure dread.
“ROOOOAAARRR!”
The Dragon’s roar split the sky. Stuffed Bun hurtled down on Noodles, his Long Spear tearing through the air, spines aimed straight at Rogen’s head.
“Die, Dragon Demon!”
With a roar, Great威 Tianlong became a massive afterimage. One blink, and he was in front of Rogen—his fist, wrapped in furious storm winds, slammed into the cultist’s chest like a falling meteor.
A sonic boom tore through the air. A second arrow—crackling with lightning—sailed in from afar, arcing gracefully toward Rogen’s skull.
“What?!”
Rogen finally snapped out of his trance. Terror flashed across his face. He raised the Dragonhead Scepter, summoning a black shield before him.
But then—three attacks struck simultaneously, from three different directions. Boom.
The blow was overwhelming, unprepared.
With a sound like shattering glass, Stuffed Bun’s Long Spear pierced the shield with the force of a dive, driving straight through the mask and into Rogen’s face.
Crack!
The dragon-beast mask exploded. Beneath it, a grotesque, scaled face was revealed—but already, the spear’s spines had torn through its surface.
Stuffed Bun gave a violent twitch. The spear plunged deep into the cultist’s flesh, the spines piercing straight through his skull.
“AAAAAAHHHH!”
A blood-curdling scream tore through the sky. The spearhead burst out from the back of Rogen’s head, spraying blood and brain matter in a crimson explosion. Shards of scale flew through the air. Thick, sticky fluids splattered across Stuffed Bun’s face.
“Pay with your life!”
Great威 Tianlong struck next—his massive fist, wrapped in storm winds, crashed into Rogen’s chest. Boom! The impact crushed his torso, rupturing his heart and sending a geyser of bloody meat flying backward.
But then—inside the vertical pupil of the Dragonhead Scepter—dark light flared. Black mist poured from the dragon’s mouth, swirling around Rogen’s broken body. Flesh writhed, stitching itself back together at terrifying speed.
Rogen’s soul, a vile and monstrous form, hovered in midair, shrieking with hatred.
“Mortal scum! I am chosen by Queen Tiamat! You will never kill me!”
But the arrow came—whistling past Stuffed Bun’s shoulder, striking Rogen’s forehead with a thud.
The arrowhead exploded—blinding lightning erupted in all directions. Electric arcs crackled, illuminating the sky. The light was so intense it threatened to consume everything around it.
The sky darkened. Storm clouds churned. Something terrible was gathering.
The soul form of Rogen screamed in despair, fleeing wildly. “No! No—!”
“BOOM!”
A bowl-sized bolt of lightning descended from the heavens. It struck Rogen’s body and soul in one instant—erasing them both.
Stuffed Bun stood, charred and hair matted into wild curls, eyes wide. He turned sharply toward the distant horizon.
“Hardcore player… are you even human?! Stealing kill credit like that?!”
Great威 Tianlong rubbed his bald head, sighing in relief. Good thing I don’t have hair. I’d be a mess like him.
“Rogen is dead!”
“By Tiamat’s name—Rogen has been slain by traitors!”
The Dragon Worship Cultists panicked. Already battered by the combined assault of players and Green Valley Town soldiers, their morale shattered. Now, with their leader gone, they broke and fled—complete rout.
Among the chaos, Steel Tide moved like a tiger hunting lambs. His armor was soaked in crimson blood. Cracks in his plating still clung to scraps of white tendon and meat.
“Stay away from me!”
A Black Robe Cultist screamed, running desperately, eyes wide with terror.
“HAHAHA! A merciful end!”
Steel Tide leapt into the air, landing atop the cultist. His Chain Saw Sword, spinning at blinding speed, came down like a guillotine.
“SHHHHHK!”
Flames and sparks flew. The cultist was cleaved in two—his skull split open, his body severed clean in half.
Even the seasoned Green Valley Town soldiers flinched at the sight. Horror flickered across their faces.
Steel Tide tossed the corpse aside, grinning fiercely. “Still not satisfying enough. Always playing ‘cut grass’ with these mercenaries…”
He looked up at the sky—where the Green Dragon flapped its wings in disarray.
His eyes burned with euphoria.
“Pathetic fools!”
The Ancient Green Dragon glared down at the chaos below, its voice a snarl of fury. “Destroy them! At all costs! Leave no living flesh!”
“Lord of the Putrid Marsh commanded it—Franz and his remaining forces must not survive! We must destroy their last hope!”
“ROOOOAAARRR!”
The Green Dragons gathered, diving again and again. Acid spewed from their maws—corrosive, indiscriminate, relentless.
Soldiers of Green Valley Town, players from the Empire, even the Dragon Worship Cultists—everyone was dissolved in the acid. Screams echoed as flesh melted, bones turned to sludge, and the earth ran red.
But the players adapted quickly. They raised Rocket Launchers, firing just as the dragons reached their lowest point.
“Swoosh—”
Thick, black smoke trails shot skyward. Explosions tore into the dragons’ bodies.
From afar, a Ballista Cart was set up, loading a rare Dragon-Slaying Arrow—difficult to find even in the Empire. The bolt flew true.
Others brought out an Anti-Aircraft Rapid-Fire Cannon, spraying the sky with bullets, laughing as they mowed down the dragons. “This is awesome!”
“ROOOOAAARRR!”
The air filled with agonized wails. Several Green Dragons were brought down, crashing to the ground in screams of pain.
And as soon as they hit the earth, players swarmed like starving wolves to prey. They descended upon the dying dragons—piling on, hacking, shooting—until the beasts were reduced to lifeless, broken husks.
To “seize the Dragon Head,” they spared no effort. Damage output was insane. The corpses of the dragons were often left in horrific states—riddled with bullet holes, torn by arcane blasts, limbs severed.
“Come on! Grab the resources!”
“Not you—those scales are mine!”
After death, the corpses vanished in an instant—snatched by frenzied Material Merchants. Flesh, scales, bones, even the filthy internal organs—all stuffed into players’ Spatial Pockets. Like a flock of greedy vultures.
Within moments, four full-grown Green Dragons lay dead, their bodies completely stripped. Only warm pools of Dragon Blood remained.
Seeing his kin—his own bloodline, noble and ancient—treated as prey, even butchered and dismembered by these “lesser beings,” the Ancient Green Dragon roared in rage. Its appearance was terrifying. Its eyes burned with fury.
“Insolent vermin! How dare you treat a noble Dragon with such disrespect?! I will make you pay!”
With a howling gale, the Ancient Green Dragon flared its massive wings, sweeping across the earth. It cut through shells, Fire Arrows, and bolts—reducing them all to dust with its storm-like blades.
The dragon roared again. Its vertical pupils glowed with dim light. Its wings unleashed a hurricane laced with acid mist, turning the air a sickly green.
Players who came too close were instantly reduced to rotting,溃烂 flesh—dying within mere breaths.
“Watch out! Boss is here!”
“Mage, cast a counter! A wind wall will do!”
“This boss is insane—no wonder it’s an Ancient Dragon. One hand, and it’s an Area-Wide Attack! Where do you even run?!”
The players were unprepared. They had no counter. In an instant, over a hundred fell dead.
“Shake in the shadow of the Dragon! Wail for your doom!”
The Ancient Green Dragon circled above the battlefield, unleashing a devastating green storm. It was like a harbinger of plague, disaster, and death itself—roaring with cruel, triumphant laughter.
Within the hurricane, the dragon’s form flickered—nearly invisible. Most long-range attacks simply failed to land.
“We must kill that Ancient Green Dragon!”
Adrian and Franz, both covered in blood from slaughtering Dragon Blood Monsters, locked eyes. Without hesitation, they charged—barreling straight into the toxic mist that could melt flesh on contact.
But then—far away, from the massive Magic Ship—a thick, half-meter-wide cannon barrel extended from beneath the hull.
Charlotte stood at the deck’s peak, long robe billowing. She raised her staff, pointing directly at the Ancient Green Dragon—still ravaging the battlefield.
With fierce confidence, she roared:
“Give me—DESTROY IT!”
(End of Chapter)
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