Chapter 813: The Last of the Blue Dragon
"Devil? Impossible!" Nawi finally lost his composure, staring up at the towering figure before him, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Hah! Round two!" Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang roared, swinging his battle axe high into the air. The blood-stained blade flared with a roaring blaze of hellfire, radiating an overwhelming majesty.
The Longhaft Axe carved through the sky, trailing a crimson arc like a crescent moon. With a thunderous whoosh, it split the air and came down toward the Blue Dragon Descendant Slayer’s neck.
"Hmph. Devil or not—we are the warriors favored most by the Mother God!" Nawi’s gaze hardened. He raised his Dragon Skull Shield to block, bracing it sideways. In his right hand, the Bone Sword flashed like lightning as he swung it fiercely toward Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang’s skull, unleashing a blinding flash of electric fury.
But before the blade could land, Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang’s axe struck first—crashing into the shield with a force that shattered it to splinters. The impact sent Nawi flying backward, his shield fragments scattering like shrapnel through the air.
Then came the hellfire—raging, blinding, consuming. The flames engulfed the Blue Dragon Descendant Slayer in an instant.
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang didn’t press the attack. Instead, he stood in place, roaring with laughter, Longhaft Axe still raised. "Is that all? This is the warrior of Tiamat?"
But in the inferno, Nawi spread his arms wide. A dazzling storm of lightning erupted from his body, overpowering the flames. Bolts of crackling energy tore down from the heavens—crack!—striking the earth around him.
"Filthy bastard! I am the chosen son of Queen Tiamat! A warrior born from the storm!"
In an instant, Nawi’s eyes blazed with electricity. His entire body was wrapped in a web of furious arcs, his Bone Sword glowing like a living storm. With a feral snarl, he lunged forward—no defense, no hesitation—only one thought: tear this desecrator of the Mother God to pieces… burn him to ash!
"Come on, kill me!" Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang clenched the axe in both hands, lifting it high. Flames roared around him as he charged forward, meeting the storm with unyielding fury.
CLANG!
Another explosion of force. The two monstrous figures collided—Longhaft Axe meeting Bone Sword, hellfire clashing with thunderbolt. Lightning and fire exploded in all directions, tearing the air apart in a storm of chaos.
Nawi twisted mid-air in a corkscrew maneuver, his sword slicing through the air with a sharp crack of electricity, aimed at Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang’s waist.
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang spread his wings and darted backward—too fast, too sharp. The blade still grazed his abdomen, slicing open a deep, bleeding wound. Blood sprayed like a crimson fountain.
Yet, Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang didn’t flinch. A cruel grin split his face. Veins bulged across his arms as he swung the axe down in a brutal, sweeping arc—again, aimed at the Blue Dragon Descendant Slayer’s neck.
Without the Dragon Skull Shield, Nawi could only grit his teeth and raise the Bone Sword in a desperate block.
BOOM!
The axe struck with crushing force. Nawi’s arms buckled. Cold sweat poured down his face. The blade hovered just inches from his neck.
But Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang grinned wider—then twisted his wrist. The axe screeched across the sword, sparks flying like fireflies from the blade’s edge.
SWOOSH—
The Longhaft Axe swept across the Blue Dragon Descendant Slayer’s head, severing its massive horns clean off. Flesh tore away in chunks, leaving the creature’s face a mangled ruin.
ROOOOOAAARRR!
Nawi howled in agony, clutching his bleeding nose, staggering back—his lightning dimming, his fury fading.
"I’ve had enough. Time to end this!" Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang spread his wings, spun in the air, and charged forward like a crimson comet, axe raised high.
A flash of steel—scales flew in all directions. Nawi’s tail snapped off with a wet thud, blood gushing from the wound like a fountain.
"Damn scum!" Enraged by the pain, Nawi whirled around, swinging his sword wildly—blindly. He didn’t see Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang already above him, axe poised high.
SWOOSH—
The axe fell. Blood erupted in a geyser. Thunder roared in unison. The Blue Dragon Descendant Slayer’s head split cleanly down the middle, the blade carving through the skull and plunging deep into the chest.
Nawi fell. Dead.
The last of the Blue Dragon’s bloodline—born from the heart of the Mother of Monsters—had not even had time to serve her. It was cut down by a lone player, one axe strike, one fatal blow.
And the other two Blue Dragon Descendant Slayers weren’t faring much better.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu hovered above the battlefield, golden-red flames dancing around her like a halo. Below, one of the Blue Dragon Slayers lay scorched and broken, its body wracked by endless fireballs—disoriented, desperate.
The second creature let out a deep, guttural roar toward the sky. And there, atop a wyvern, Stuffed Bun circled again and again, diving in with precision. Each pass left fresh, gaping wounds across the beast’s body.
But the true nightmare had only just begun.
Their strongest—Nawi—was dead. The entire Goblinoid force had been wiped out. Now, these two Blue Dragon Slayers were surrounded by four players—no escape.
"Die!" Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang bellowed, diving forward with wings spread, joining Stuffed Bun in a coordinated assault from opposite directions.
The Blue Dragon Slayer focused on Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang, raising its shield—just in time to block. But then came the wind, the whistle of steel—Stuffed Bun launched a long spear from behind, driving it straight through the creature’s chest.
SPINES!
The bloody spear tip burst through its front, piercing clean through. The beast staggered, head lolling, eyes wide with shock. It stared down at the bloodied tip in its chest, throat convulsing. Then, with a final, rattling roar, it collapsed.
On the other side, Xia Ye Qiu Yu’s battle was a one-sided slaughter. The Blue Dragon descendant had already been battered by relentless fireballs, fleeing in panic.
One moment, it flinched—then a thick, barbed dragon-hunting arrow tore through the air, striking its throat. It pierced through the neck and emerged from the back, dragging the creature’s head down.
Its eyes dimmed. Its body went limp. Another dead.
These monsters—once considered elite bosses, requiring dozens of players to defeat—were now nothing more than elite-level nuisances to these professional players.
In less than a minute, the entire Blue Dragon Sect’s guard unit was wiped out. Only heaps of weapons, armor, and treasure—gold and silver, stained with blood—remained, plundered from towns across the land.
"Not bad," Singo said, counting the loot with a relaxed tone. "Split evenly, we’re looking at over a hundred Golden Nael."
Stuffed Bun let out a shocked gasp. "No way! That’s profitable! And risk-free! Why don’t we just settle in Tower Liro and become desert bandits? Raid caravans, steal from travelers—easy hundreds, even thousands of Golden Nael. Beats working for a dead wage in Isdalia any day!"
"Not so easy," Singo said, shaking his head. He casually tossed the weapons and jewelry into a dimensional sack, then lifted his gaze to the sky.
Far off, a sandstorm surged across the dunes. Shapes moved within the haze—faint silhouettes, racing toward them. Cracks of lightning echoed through the air.
"We’ve been found by the Dragon Worship Church. Hurry!"
Singo and Stuffed Bun mounted their wyverns, swooping low over the desert. Xia Ye Qiu Yu and Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang spread their wings, using flight to flee.
The storm followed—tight, relentless. Within the swirling dust, lightning flashed. Figures emerged—twisted, two-legged, two-winged dragons, their scales pale blue, their bodies crackling with electricity. They were the Storm Dragons—reapers of the sands, the living remnants of the Blue Dragon bloodline.
And twenty of them had arrived. They roared in unison, unleashing torrents of lightning breath. This was beyond any four-player party’s ability to handle.
Atop one of them, a Blue Dragon Sect Ritual in deep blue robes shrieked with frenzy, his voice raw with fury.
"Traitor! Scum of Tiamat’s empire! You will pay!"
"Your escape is over! This land—belongs to the Dragon!"
He raised his scepter. The sky darkened instantly. Thunderclouds swelled, churning with energy. A bolt—wide as a cup—lanced down from the heavens, splitting the sky in a flash of blinding light.
"Look out!"
BOOM!
Stuffed Bun twisted his wyvern midair, barely avoiding the strike. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Damn… the pressure is massive!" He wiped his brow, instinctively lowering his wyvern’s altitude, skimming just above the sand.
Singo called out, "Don’t just stare at the sky—watch the ground! This is the desert!"
"What—?"
Before he could finish, the dunes trembled. From beneath the sand, blue forms erupted—shooting up in a storm of soil and rock. They dove at Stuffed Bun like missiles.
With fangs like blades, they clamped onto the wyvern’s hind legs, refusing to let go. Claws raked and tore, ripping off great chunks of scaled flesh. They were Blue Dragon Descendant Ambushers—massive, wolf-like creatures, armored in thick scales, muscular, with sharp horns. Known locally as Desert Wolves, they hunted in packs, digging tunnels beneath the surface, lying in wait along trade routes.
CRACK!
Electricity surged through their scales, sparks flying. The arcs leapt to the wyvern and Stuffed Bun, crackling across their bodies.
The wyvern shook violently, black smoke pouring from its nostrils. It groaned, spiraling down toward a cluster of waiting ambushers.
Stuffed Bun thrust his long spear, piercing the creature clinging to the wyvern’s underbelly. It shrieked, then fell away.
He patted the wyvern’s neck, voice tight with anxiety. "Noodles, take off!"
In a daze, the wyvern seemed to understand. With a final flap, it surged upward—just in time. The ambushers leapt, howling in frustration, but missed by inches.
Though shaky, Stuffed Bun managed to escape. He barely caught up with the others.
Behind him, the dust storm closed in. The roars of Storm Dragons, the cursed priest’s shrieks, the crackle of lightning—it all grew louder.
Below, the desert floor teemed with more Blue Dragon Descendant Ambushers, their eyes red with hunger, howling at the sky, kicking up whirlwinds of sand.
Singo turned his head, shouting over the wind toward Xia Ye Qiu Yu: "Qiu Yu! Portal ready? We’re retreating—now!"
BOOM!
A lightning bolt grazed his side, searing his sleeve to ash. He nearly lost his grip—his life hanging by a thread.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu, riding the wind, calmly unfurled her dragon wings. Her voice was steady, clear.
"The weave is chaotic—corrupted by the evil priest. Give me two more minutes!"
"Got it! I’ll guard you! Just focus on casting!" Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang roared, swinging his axe and cleaving a pursuing Storm Dragon in half.
Singo spun on the dragon’s back, drawing a Dragon-Slaying Arrow. His bow sang. The arrow flew—whoosh—piercing through the storm, embedding itself in a Storm Dragon’s throat. It emerged from the back of its neck.
Stuffed Bun, meanwhile, was barely surviving. He rolled and twisted through the storm, dodging lightning from behind, his hair standing on end, his clothes torn.
"Rend them! Don’t let these damned traitors escape!" The evil priest screamed, waving his scepter, driving the dragons forward.
Then—Xia Ye Qiu Yu’s eyes flashed with faint, shimmering light.
Space rippled. The air twisted. Before her, a massive spatial vortex opened—swirling, endless.
"Enough! No more fighting!"
"Let’s go!"
One by one, Xia Ye Qiu Yu, Singo, and Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang plunged into the vortex.
"Wait! Hold on—I’m not in yet!" Stuffed Bun tried to dive through—but his wyvern’s tail was caught in the jaws of a leaping Blue Dragon Descendant Ambusher. His speed slowed.
"Damn it! Noodles, we’re going in!"
With the portal about to collapse, Stuffed Bun gritted his teeth. Ignoring the electric arcs crawling over his body, he plunged forward—into the vortex. The ambusher was dragged in behind him.
NOOOOO—
The priest’s howl faded into the storm.
On the other side—Empire of Ashen’s frontline position. Imperial soldiers in full armor stood ready. Silver and copper dragons circled in the sky.
The Blue Dragon Descendant Ambusher tumbled through the portal, blinking in confusion. It looked around—strange terrain, alien faces. Then, slowly, its eyes filled with despair.
Awooo…
(End of Chapter)
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