Chapter 815: Relief Forces
A spatial distortion tore through the Surface World, revealing a vortex so subtle it defied perception. One by one, the four figures emerged from its swirling depths.
Beneath them, the Earth trembled violently, groaning like a dying beast. The Surface World裂开了， splitting open with countless monstrous fissures—deep, jagged scars spreading across the land as it teetered toward collapse. Within the frenzied Yellow Sand Infiltration Cracks, vast whirlpools spun, devouring everything in their path.
Belowground, the descendants of the Blue Dragon shrieked in panic, roaring in terror as they scrambled to escape. But they were trapped—bound by the enchantment of their underground prison. Helplessly, they watched as debris and waves of Yellow Sand buried them alive, their life force draining away.
Yellow Sand erupted like a geyser. Shattered stone flew through the air. Dust rose in choking clouds, swirling upward until it choked the sky, forming a monstrous, overwhelming Dust Storm.
Stuffed Bun stared at the crumbling, collapsing world, his voice filled with awe: “This thing is serious. They just wiped out their entire nest!”
“That’s the true value of the Imperial Engineering Corps,” Singo said, puffing out his chest with pride before snapping back to business. “Don’t just stand there—objective achieved. Let’s get out of here.”
But the Evil Dragon Priest in the distance had already recognized them—the same traitors who had raided the Dragon Worship Church caravan just days ago, who had escaped his subordinates’ grasp. Rage boiled in his veins.
How dare they—right under my nose—destroy the nest of the Blue Dragon descendants and inflict such devastation on the Church of the Dragon!
“Damned Empire scum!” the priest shrieked, hovering midair, his deep-blue cloak flapping wildly in the storm. He looked down upon the wreckage, the shattered, collapsing land, and his eyes flared with fury—electric sparks dancing in his pupils like lightning.
“You—will pay for this! Mortals! Face the wrath of Queen Tiamat!”
He raised his Dragonhead Scepter high, pointing it toward the distant players. The sky darkened—roiling clouds gathered, thunderstorm brewed, and blinding lightning cracked across the heavens, roaring like the end of the world itself.
The descendants of the Blue Dragon responded to some unseen call. Their eyes burned with electric arcs, their minds frenzied. From the depths, from the sky, they surged forth—dashing across the Surface World, heedless of death, rushing headlong at the intruders.
“Get lost!” Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang swung his Battle Axe with a thunderous roar, cleaving through several descendants in a single horizontal slash, severing them at the waist.
Surrounded by dozens of Blue Dragon descendants, Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang spun like a whirlwind, his longhaft axe carving a storm of death around him. His arms blurred, muscles straining, as he cut down every beast that came near. One by one, they fell—lifeless, shredded, reduced to bloody messes.
Electric arcs crackled. Blood sprayed. Limbs flew. Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang became a living meat grinder, mowing down the horde with brutal efficiency, clearing the path for his allies.
Stuffed Bun drew twin pistols, firing with cold precision. Each bullet screamed from the muzzle, punching through scales and flesh, dropping enemies with brutal accuracy.
Singo loosed an arrow—thwip—impaling a Blue Dragon descendant ambusher mid-leap, pinning it to a rock wall. The impact echoed like a thunderclap as he bellowed, “Qiu Yu! Your group teleportation spell—now!”
“It won’t work!” Xia Ye Qiu Yu shouted back, her voice strained. “The area’s under a Divine Spell—space is too unstable!”
Before she could finish, a massive, horned Blue Dragon descendant—its body thick with storm-laden muscle—barreled toward her like a charging tank, its horn crackling with raw lightning.
“Watch out!” Singo didn’t hesitate. Instinct took over. He drew his bow, released in one fluid motion.
Whoosh—
A Dragon-Slaying Arrow tore through the air, shrieking like a banshee, slicing past Xia Ye Qiu Yu’s cheek. The cross-shaped arrowhead struck the creature’s horn with a crack, shattering it instantly—and then pierced straight through its skull.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu remained calm, her expression unflinching. She raised her palm, and a ball of intense heat coalesced—boom—flaring outward in a fireball that incinerated a cluster of nearby descendants, reducing them to charred remains.
“Mortal! Tremble before the Thunderbolt of the Blue Dragon!” the Evil Dragon Priest roared, lifting his scepter. The sky darkened further as storm clouds swirled above, gathering an overwhelming, terrifying power.
Boom!
A lightning bolt—wide as a cup—cracked down from the heavens, a furious, frenzied storm of pure energy. It struck Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang dead-on, consuming him in a blinding flash.
In the glare of the lightning, Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang let out a long, agonized roar. He spread his torn bat wings, and in a flash of hellfire, his form reformed—once again, the terrifying Deep Hell Forgemaster.
Swish—
His longhaft axe, wreathed in hellfire, sliced through the air. It severed several descending Blue Dragon ambushers in mid-air, their bodies bursting into flame. The fierce fire roared around him, driving back the frenzied monsters.
Howl!
A Blue Dragon descendant erupted from the ground behind him, kicking up a storm of dust, and lunged at Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang with its jagged fangs—biting deep into his back.
But Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang didn’t flinch. With a single, brutal motion, he grabbed the creature’s neck with his left hand and ripped it off his back, tearing it free with a sickening rip. Then, with a single stomp, he crushed its skull.
“Too many monsters!” he yelled at Singo. “We can’t hold out much longer!”
Singo fired another arrow—thunk!—piercing through the chest of a digging creature, driving it through its heart. “Just hold on! I’ve got a plan!”
“Then hurry up!” Stuffed Bun grappled with another descendant, his body crackling with electric arcs, his hair standing on end like a shockwave. He finally pulled his dagger free and plunged it into the creature’s head—only to be tackled from behind by another, its fangs sinking into his neck. He howled in pain, flesh flying.
“Close your eyes!” Singo shouted.
Without hesitation, Stuffed Bun, Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang, and Xia Ye Qiu Yu all shut their eyes tight.
Singo pulled out a pair of custom-tinted goggles, then yanked a Metamagic Flashbang from his pack and hurled it into the sky.
Boom!
A deafening crackle split the air. Above, a miniature sun flared—blinding light erupted, bathing the entire battlefield in searing brilliance. Within hundreds of meters, every descendant of the Blue Dragon was instantly blinded—confused, disoriented, stumbling like blind flies.
They crashed into one another, fell from the sky, and screamed in chaos as the battlefield descended into utter madness.
“Move! Up—now! Don’t look back!” Singo activated a group flight scroll. The four shot upward like rockets, soaring hundreds of meters into the sky before slowing to a halt.
Then, he pulled a horn from his belt and brought it to his lips—blare!—a piercing, echoing cry rang across the heavens.
Far in the distance, streaks of crimson light flashed across the sky—like falling stars. But upon closer inspection, they weren’t meteors.
They were Crimson Scale Conquerors—riding armored wyverns, their bodies wrapped in Heaven’s Fire Armor, trails of flame streaming from their backs.
Stuffed Bun adjusted his goggles, staring in disbelief. “The… Blaze Bombing Dragon Squadron? You actually got them to come?”
Singo shrugged casually. “I was once Deputy Regiment Commander of the Crimson Scale Conquerors. I still have some pull. You, on the other hand, barely even completed your quest log—how could you compare?”
A deafening scream split the sky. Two-headed dragons, armored in steel, tore through the clouds, leaving behind straight, white trails like chalk lines across the sky. From their bellies, bombs poured out—hailstones, raindrops of death—crashing into the hordes of Blue Dragon descendants below.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Explosions erupted across the land, flames and smoke engulfing the battlefield. Dozens of descendants were vaporized before they even saw the enemy. The explosions came in rapid succession, forming a continuous line of fire stretching hundreds of meters, roaring with destruction.
The bombing strike was devastatingly efficient. In mere seconds, hundreds of descendants were reduced to ash.
But the Flashbang’s effect was temporary. The monsters blinked, their vision returning. Under the Evil Dragon Priest’s orders, they launched a full-scale assault, flapping their wings with fury, charging toward the sky-bound wyverns.
“Useless fools! Catch them! For the glory of Queen Tiamat!” the priest roared, his voice cracking with rage. Dark clouds churned above, lightning lashing at the sky—but the Empire’s armored wyverns were already too fast.
The Imperial-grade armor had undergone multiple upgrades. Their speed was terrifying—nearly sonic. As they sliced through the atmosphere at high velocity, concentric shockwaves rippled around them like water rings.
The Blue Dragon descendants and the priest could only watch in fury, teeth clenched, powerless to stop them.
But this wasn’t over.
Far above, the sky shimmered—then, from thin air, a massive shadow appeared. It had just emerged from invisibility.
A wooden ship, nearly a hundred meters long, floated silently in the air—suspended by magic, drifting like a vessel on water.
From its flanks, massive barrels—thick as tree trunks—swiveled toward the clustered descendants.
Boom—
A deafening roar echoed as columns of flame erupted from the cannons’ muzzles, blasting into the horde below.
In an instant, the descendants were engulfed in fire. The sheer power of the Elemental Heavy Cannon tore through them, even carving deep, terrifying gorges into the Surface World itself.
Stuffed Bun’s eyes widened. “A Magic Coin Magitech Battleship? You actually pulled that out? Those old wooden ships are Charlotte’s pride and joy!”
Singo smiled. “Sorry, I’ve got a few connections in the Magic Coin. They gave me a favor. Sent a frontline Magitech Battleship.”
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Under the relentless bombardment of Dragon Riders and the Magitech Battleship, the land became a cratered wasteland. Everywhere, the charred remains of Blue Dragon descendants littered the ground.
The four climbed aboard the ship, where they met the current Deputy Leader of the Magic Coin—Mingyue.
Stuffed Bun inspected the Elemental Heavy Cannon, whistling in awe. “No wonder you’re an elite faction. So rich. That single cannon must cost thousands of Golden Nael. You’re not worried about losing it?”
Mingyue chuckled, calm and confident. “This ship is protected by multiple layers of Arcane Barriers. Those monsters get close—they die faster. Even if we lose, we can activate Greater Invisibility, Spatial Teleportation, or just vanish into the Astral Plane. No need to fear.”
Stuffed Bun snorted. “Don’t get too full of yourself.”
Suddenly, thunder rolled across the sky. Dark clouds surged, churning violently, blotting out the sun. The storm raged, shaking the very air.
Boom!
Lightning tore open the sky. Even the magic battleship rocked like a tiny boat in a hurricane.
Then—spines—a piercing alarm blared through the ship. Red lights flashed across the bridge.
A pilot shouted, panicked: “Deputy Leader! We’re detecting an extremely powerful energy wave!”
“What?!” Mingyue’s brow furrowed. She turned to the storm-laden sky, her expression hardening. “Initiate Spatial Teleportation—now.”
The pilot spun around, voice trembling. “No—can’t! The magical weave is unstable! We can’t jump—attempting teleportation risks tearing us apart in the Spatial Tunnel!”
Mingyue didn’t hesitate. “Then activate the highest-level defensive spell.”
“Yes, Deputy Leader!”
Rune arrays across the ship flared to life—layers upon layers of spell shields bloomed around the hull, each one glowing with radiant auras, pulsing with arcane energy.
Then—Stuffed Bun froze, pointing upward. “Look! Over there—what’s that?”
Through the churning storm clouds, a colossal figure moved—like a leviathan gliding through the deep sea. Lightning arced and danced around it.
Singo’s face paled. His expression darkened, shadowed by dread.
“That… is a dragon. An ancient one. A Blue Dragon.”
Boom!
Thunder roared. Lightning split the sky like a sword, illuminating the darkness—and revealing the beast’s true form.
A dragon, nearly sixty meters long, emerged from the storm. Its scales were a deep, indigo blue, shimmering under the lightning. Slowly, it spread its wings—lightning crackling between them, storm trembling beneath its body. Its presence was immense, terrifying.
The Evil Dragon Priest dropped to his knees, trembling with ecstasy. “Hail the Thunder Tyrant, Horn of Tiamat! The Dragon God who commands the storm and the Yellow Sand!”
From thousands of meters away, the ancient Blue Dragon turned its gaze upon the Magitech Battleship. Its vertical pupils—slit-like, glowing with electric sparks—locked onto the crew. Contempt, and pure, unmasked malice, burned within.
Mingyue gasped. “Run! At all costs!”
Then—roar!—a thunderclap split the sky. Lightning tore through the heavens. The Ancient Blue Dragon had arrived—right in front of the ship. It opened its jaws, revealing rows of jagged fangs, each one crackling with blinding lightning.
“Treacherous filth,” the dragon hissed, its voice like grinding stone. “You dare defy the will of the Storm?”
Boom!
A deafening explosion ripped through the air. The Magitech Battleship split in two. Thick smoke poured from the wreckage as it plummeted toward the ground. The crew—dozens of them—were vaporized in an instant, reduced to ash by the thunderbolt.
(End of Chapter)
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