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Chapter 784: The Arrival of Dawn
“Human! Spare me! I can give you endless treasure! I’ll grant you lifespans rivaling the Elves!”
The adult Green Dragon thrashed violently against the steel wire net, its voice hoarse with desperate pleading.
Yet Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang scratched his head, hefting the battle axe from the ground. “Kill you, and all your loot becomes ours. Plus, we’ll get paid for a Five-Colored Dragon corpse.”
The bloodied axe dragged across the earth, emitting a shrill, metallic screech that sent chills down the spine.
The Green Dragon roared in fury: “We are Offspring of Tiamat! The Great Mother of Monsters will never spare you! Every Five-Colored Dragon will hunt you to extinction!”
In the Dragon’s wide-eyed terror, Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang’s form began to swell—towering, massive, expanding to nearly five or six meters in height. Molten lava-like scales erupted across his body, muscles bulging grotesquely. Broad bat wings unfolded from his back, and his eyes burned with a dangerous, infernal flame.
“This… this is a Deep Hell Forgemaster? Impossible! How could those stingy devils release something like—”
“Five-Colored Dragon?” Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang raised his axe high above his head, grinning fiercely. “I’ve been waiting for you! Come at me! Try to kill me!”
“See who the true Prey is!”
With a snarl, the Green Dragon tore through the steel net and lunged toward a nearby frenzied warrior.
Whoosh—
A thunderous air implosion erupted as Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang swung. The axe bit deep, cleaving the Dragon’s massive head straight down the middle, splitting it from crown to neck. Blood, brain matter, and bone fragments exploded outward. The Dragon never even had time to scream—its mouth was ripped open by the sudden blade, gushing blood like a broken dam.
“Huff… huff…” Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang stood panting, sweat and blood smeared across his face, eyes alight with euphoric excitement. That claw had come within a hair’s breadth of his heart—too close, too dangerous.
Thick brain matter and blood coated his face, making his already ferocious features even more monstrous—enough to haunt children’s nightmares.
Around him, the Players stood stunned, murmuring in disbelief.
“Holy hell… one hit? That’s instant death? Is this even balanced?”
“Bro, this War Fury guy isn’t playing the same game we are. That was a full-grown Dragon! And you just—sliced it?”
“This Green Dragon was pathetic. Even the Empire’s Two-Headed Dragon heads were tougher.”
“With monsters like this, who’s gonna grab the Dragon Head?”
“Never mind! Dig in!”
Players surged toward the corpse like starving vultures, scrambling to loot every scrap.
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang, meanwhile, ripped the Green Dragon’s head and a chunk of neck skin off with a spines sound, tossing the bloody mass over his shoulder like a cloak, and charged toward the next Dragon.
Far away, a Biological Priest of the Mechanical Divinity sighed, shaking his head. “Such a perfect specimen… If only we could’ve preserved it for transformation… wasted like this.”
“Quick! Five o’clock! Take it down!”
“Dragon-Hunting Crossbow Preparation—”
“Beware Armor Classic Breath?”
“Still fighting? Damn it, load Armor-Piercing Bullets! I’m gonna blow that dog’s head to pieces!”
In the sky, Players aboard airships gave chase. The Green Dragons fled in panic—chaos reigned.
With cannon fire roaring, cheers erupting from the crowd, and the Dragons’ agonized wails echoing through the air, one after another tumbled from the heavens.
Once they fell, they faced a storm of hundreds of Players—intense, relentless sieges. The Dragons’ acid and claws could easily kill low-level Players. Yet they fought without fear. Even when swallowed whole by a giant, blood-filled maw, they slashed wildly with their swords inside the throat.
“Holy crap… this NPC’s strength is insane! Is this the Aesthetic of Numbers?”
“Unbelievable!”
“Wait… that guy’s a Legendary Warrior! No way—he actually grabbed the kill credit!”
Duke Franz, hefting a greatsword nearly three meters long, leapt high on one foot, soaring over a hundred meters into the air. His heavy blade came down like a meteor, smashing a mature Green Dragon into the earth.
Adrian seized the moment, leaping forward in a lightning-fast lunge. The radiant longsword pierced the Dragon’s throat in an instant.
The two fought in perfect coordination—so seamless, even a mature Green Dragon fell before them in a single clash.
“Quick! Before the NPC notices—seize the corpse!”
“Free lunch from the sky!”
Players surged forward, eager to claim the spoils. Duke Franz turned, staring at the increasingly chaotic battlefield, his greatsword slung over his shoulder.
Adrian sighed. “Terrifying… When I traveled through Silvermoon Bay, I once saw fishermen working together to hunt a Giant Whale. It was something like this. But they were facing a Dragon. And yet… they treated it like prey. Unbelievable. Should we call them reckless… or mad?”
“Undying Entities don’t comprehend mortal fear,” Duke Franz said, lowering his voice. “But… did you feel it? These humans from the Empire… no, perhaps they’re not even human. They don’t see us as equals.”
Adrian protested, “Lord Duke, you’re overthinking. We’re fighting side by side with them.”
Duke Franz cut him off. “I know that look. I’ve seen it before—those Green Dragons looked at us the same way. He never saw us as kin. As long as the benefits are high, these Home boys wouldn’t hesitate to make us the prey.”
His voice grew heavy. “Now we’re just nominal allies. We can keep up a mask of peace. But what about the future?”
Adrian’s expression hardened. “Lord Duke, I don’t know what the future holds. But I do know this—right now, we must fight with everything we have to drive these brutal Five-Colored Dragons out of our homeland. End this disaster.”
Duke Franz exhaled deeply. “You’re right. I just fear… if the Emperor of the Ashen Flame’s ambitions go beyond this, these so-called ‘Stellarfallen’ may bring even greater ruin to Seleucus.”
Adrian raised his longsword, light coalescing into radiant wings behind him. “Then let’s go, Lord Duke. No need to overthink. Right now, we fight for Seleucus. We fight for Fadalan!”
Duke Franz nodded in agreement. The rough exterior hid a sharp, thoughtful mind. With a final glance, he lifted his colossal greatsword once more and plunged back into the slaughter of the Green Dragon Legion.
“Evil Dragon! Pay for your crimes!”
Twelve Green Dragons. Most were mature or adult, one even an Ancient Green Dragon. Together, they formed a force formidable enough to shake the entire Feanso Continent.
To them, destroying a city of tens of thousands—or even annihilating a small duchy—was child’s play.
The “Lord of the Putrid Marsh” had sent this legion to the narrow, remote Green Valley Town—solely to eradicate Duke Franz’s rebellion, to crush the last flicker of hope in Seleucus’ heart.
But now, everything had changed.
With nearly thirty thousand elite Players arriving through a massive portal, the scales of victory tipped violently.
Weak, numerous cultists were massacred in seconds. Rivers of blood flowed across the land. All Dragon-blooded monsters and beasts were eradicated.
Even the Green Dragon Legion—once the pride of the Marsh Lord—was hunted like prey. Players pursued, slaughtered, and even openly divided the corpses. Only five remained—less than half their original number.
The Primordial Green Dragon hidden behind the legion could no longer stay silent.
Night sky, thick and black as ink, churned with storm clouds. A severely wounded Green Dragon darted through the turbulence, letting out a cry of near-despair.
“Get out of my way, Damned Human! I am Lord of the Putrid Marsh, Offspring of Erebus, King of the Thicket!”
“Trying to run?”
The Mechanical Priest smirked, aiming the electromagnetic pulse cannon beneath his small spaceship at the Dragon’s heart, and pulled the trigger.
Boom—
A thick beam of lightning erupted, tearing through the air. The Dragon twisted desperately, barely dodging—still, one wing was pierced. It screamed as it plummeted from the sky, its wing membrane torn and charred.
“Damn it! Missed? Machine Soul’s angry. Gotta service the ship.” The Priest gritted his teeth, furious.
On the ground, Players surged forward, ready to finish the wounded beast.
But then—rumble… rumble…
Thunder rolled across the sky. Dark clouds churned violently. A vast, shadowy silhouette emerged from within the storm, flickering into view.
Boom!
Another lightning strike tore down from the heavens, illuminating the figure in blinding white light.
Deep green scales. Eyes deep and venomous. An aura of pure intimidation radiating from its form. Its body was wrapped in mud and dried tree roots—like a primordial spirit from the age of myths.
A Green Dragon. But not just any Green Dragon.
A Primordial Green Dragon.
“Gods…”
“Impossible… it’s him!”
Soldiers in Green Valley Town gasped, trembling in fear.
This was one of Tiamat’s three Envoy—Erebus, the so-called “Lord of the Putrid Marsh,” an authentic Ancient Dragon.
The adult Green Dragon, like a drowning child, flailed its broken wings and reached out with trembling claws, desperate for salvation.
“Grandfather! Do you remember me? I’m Theodore! Save me! Annihilate these Deserving-of-Death humans!”
Its voice cracked, choked with tears.
The other four Green Dragons also fought desperately, flapping their wings, racing toward the legendary evil Dragon, seeking protection.
“Fake godplay.”
“Not ordinary. Probe it!”
Several small ships from the Mechanical Divinity closed in, firing countless luminous spheres charged with lightning.
But the Primordial Dragon only raised one claw.
From the sky, a massive, obsidian claw materialized, ensnaring the small ships.
“This energy signature… at least Nine-Ring Spell! Danger! Retreat!”
“No—too late!”
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
The Primordial Dragon clenched its claw. The ships exploded one after another—brilliant fireworks in the storm.
“How?!”
“The entire Mechanical Divinity squad—wiped out in one hit? This Dragon’s insane!”
Theodore, emboldened, laughed triumphantly. “Scum is scum! In the face of my grandfather’s might, you’re nothing!”
The other Dragons howled with laughter: “Master! Let’s annihilate them! Let’s burn this town to ash!”
“Foolish. Useless.”
Erebus’s expression darkened, his fearsome face shrouded in gloom. His deep eyes burned with fury.
“You dare make me use the Divine Power granted by the Dragon Queen to save you? Run! You’re all useless! Do you think your skulls are as big as a White Dragon’s?!”
With a roar, he slashed the air—creating a glowing, emerald spatial vortex before him.
“Huh?”
Theodore blinked, then scrambled into the portal in panic.
It hit him—his grandfather was south, preparing a ritual. Why was he here?
This was just a projection.
From afar, a mid-tier commander of the Mechanical Divinity realized the truth: “No—this is just a high-density projection made of divine energy! It just destroyed our ships, exhausted its power. They’re bluffing. They’re escaping!”
“Fire! Don’t let them get away!”
Hundreds of barrels opened fire, shells, arrows, and energy beams raining down—thousands of projectiles streaking toward the Dragon.
But the five Dragons were already gone.
Erebus flapped his wings, letting the projectiles pass through his phantom form. On his grotesque face, a chilling smile spread.
“Humans… you will pay. When Dragon wings blot out the sky, you will know what true despair feels like.”
The Primordial Dragon faded slowly, its hateful gaze sweeping over every soul present—then vanished into a cloud of black smoke.
First light breaks.
The red sun rose from behind the mountains, its golden radiance spreading across the eastern sky, painting the heavens in fire.
Churning storm clouds dissipated. Rain slowed to a stop.
The first rays of dawn poured over Green Valley Town, illuminating the earth in a new light—revealing utter devastation. Bodies littered the ground. Rivers of blood flowed through the streets.
While the Players, still hungry for more, surged forward, the soldiers of Green Valley Town—Duke Franz, Adrian, and many others—stood motionless, dazed, yet filled with quiet reverence, as if receiving a baptism.
Then, villagers—those who had hidden in churches and cellars—crept out, trembling in fear, staring at the monstrous corpses of Dragon-blooded beasts.
The sun had risen.
Dawn’s light touched the dust-covered, blood-streaked faces of the soldiers. It touched the frightened, uncertain faces of the villagers.
They were still alive.
Green Valley Town had not been trampled by evil dragons. The Dragon Worship Church had not conquered it.
There was still hope.
Just like that rising sun—unyielding, eternal, reborn.
(End of Chapter)
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