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Chapter 819: The Head of the Blue Dragon
Besides the Shaolin Temple monks, the most striking figures on the battlefield were the Dragon-Scaled Cultivators of the Mechanical Divinity. Towering and powerfully built, they wore advanced biological armor, wielding chain saw swords and blast arrow rifles as they roared forward, charging into the ranks of the Evil Dragon Descendants.
Among them, Steel Tide stood out—his transformation was the most extreme, his gear the most refined, and his appearance the most formidable. Standing nearly five meters tall, with a mouth bristling with jagged teeth and massive, iron-ball-like muscle blocks, he was already far beyond human form.
“For the Emperor!” Steel Tide bellowed, swinging his rapidly spinning chain saw sword in a thunderous arc. The blade cleaved through the air and slammed down with brutal force, splitting a Blue Dragon Descendant Slayer’s dragon skull shield clean in half from top to bottom.
The Slayer lunged forward, attempting to bite Steel Tide, but a massive barrel abruptly extended from the side—its caliber enormous—jutting directly into the creature’s throat area.
Boom!
A violent explosion erupted. Brain matter splattered everywhere as the Blue Dragon Descendant’s head was torn apart like a sieve by the rifle shot. Blood and neural debris sprayed in all directions.
Behind Steel Tide, several more Blue Dragon Descendant Ambushers roared forward, but the Dragon-Scaled Cultivators easily swatted them aside with one hand, sending them tumbling across the ground, rolling multiple times.
“War Fury Brother, let me handle this!” A distant Dragon-Scaled Cultivator grinned fiercely, hefting his massive war hammer and bringing it down with crushing force upon the charging monsters.
Crack!
The sound of bones fracturing echoed as the Ambushers’ heads burst open like overripe fruit, splattering across the battlefield.
Steel Tide exchanged a grim smile with his comrade, then plunged back into the horde, his chain saw sword slashing in wild, relentless arcs. One strike was enough to cut down multiple Evil Dragon Descendants—his movements were so swift and merciless they resembled mowing down grass.
These Dragon-Scaled Cultivators were like a sharp dagger, driving deep into the enemy lines, tearing through the defensive wall with terrifying precision. Some even deliberately dropped from the sky behind enemy ranks, relishing the thrill of slaughtering in the heart of the enemy frontline.
Beyond the scattered skirmishers, elite factions such as the Mechanical Divinity, Magic Coin Guild, and Royal Power were also present. They piloted colossal flying warships and mechs, crushing the Evil Dragon Descendants like dry stalks underfoot. Their advance was unstoppable, each assault overwhelming and difficult to resist.
Boom!
A deafening roar split the air as a thick beam of light lanced down from the sky, instantly incinerating several Evil Dragon Descendants. Only charred remains remained behind.
The ground below began to darken as a vast shadow loomed overhead. People looked up in alarm, only to see a fleet of warships suspended high above—each stretching nearly a hundred meters in length, gliding through the sky like giant whales. They gathered in tight formation, their presence especially spectacular, awe-inspiring to behold.
A thick, churning steam cloud spread rapidly across the battlefield, rising like a tidal wave, gradually veiling the warships in mist. Only their silhouettes remained visible through the haze.
Faced with such an overwhelming iron beast, even the brutal and arrogant Evil Dragon Descendants felt instinctive fear. They recoiled, growling and whimpering, their voices hoarse with dread.
On the far bank of the Lock Great Rift, the Evil Dragon Priests raised their scepters, screaming with voice-shattering fury:
“Damn fools! Mindless beasts! Can’t you see? That’s just a pile of rusted scrap! Charge!”
Tiamat’s power poured into the priests, and thick black fog surged forth, driving the monsters into a frenzied, bloodthirsty frenzy—fearless of death, consumed by madness.
Roar—
A chorus of guttural, electric-charged roars erupted as over a hundred Storm Dragons swarmed a squadron of aerospace warships, flapping their wings wildly, claws and fangs tearing at the warship’s armor.
But against the hardened alloy, their attacks only left pale white scratches. They unleashed a barrage of dazzling lightning breaths—but it was useless. Electric arcs crackled and danced across the hull, yet the warships remained unscathed, even absorbing the energy to charge their elemental cannons.
Under the priests’ relentless command, the Storm Dragons attacked with even greater ferocity, charging headlong at the seemingly defenseless “monolith” without hesitation.
Inside the warship cockpits, the mechanical clerics remained calm. Red lights flashed steadily across the control panels, accompanied by cold, mechanical voices.
“Multiple enemy objectives detected. Initiating Repulsion Field—”
Boom!
A crimson shockwave erupted from the warship, expanding outward with immense force. The Storm Dragons clinging to the hull were blasted away like ragdolls, some Two-Headed Dragons spitting blood, their teeth shattered, howling in agony.
But the counterattack was far from over. The mechanical voice continued, calm and precise:
“Targeting confirmed. Objective one: eleven. Objective two: twenty-three. Objective three: thirty-six. Objective four: fifty-seven…”
Red beams shot from the warship, locking onto the fragile hearts of the Storm Dragons in a matter of seconds. Then, hundreds of armor-piercing bullets fired in a volley, tearing through the beasts’ chests, piercing their hearts—no survivors. The entire swarm of Blue Dragon-like monsters was eradicated in an instant.
The Storm Dragons flapped their wings weakly, then went limp, their bodies plummeting from the sky like falling stones.
Before the Empire’s pinnacle fusion of magic and technology—the ultimate masterpiece of science and sorcery—these once-feared descendants of the Blue Dragon were no more formidable than ordinary birds or wild geese.
Meanwhile, on the side of the Magic Coin Guild, the mages’ magitech battleships, though not as devastatingly efficient as the Mechanical Divinity’s, still unleashed powerful arcane spells, their destructive force rivaling sixth- or seventh-level evocations.
Luminous beams of raw arcane energy and fire rained from the sky, blasting countless Evil Dragon Descendants into the air.
The Royal Authority Guild’s players, meanwhile, had seized control of several steam tanks. Riding the massive iron beasts, they rampaged through the Dragon Horde, relentlessly smashing and crushing, their ram fronts soaked in blood.
The players had come a long way. No longer the helpless villagers chased by goblins, they were now a force to be reckoned with across the Feiansuo Continent.
These hundreds of thousands of professional combatants—whether deployed anywhere—could trigger catastrophic consequences. They had already earned the power to reshape the fate of the entire Material Plane.
And in this war, their arrival proved decisive. Within just a few minutes, over thirty percent of the Evil Dragon Descendants that had landed on the northern shore of the Lock Great Rift were eliminated.
Had the enemy numbers not been endless, the Dragon Worship Church’s army might have been utterly destroyed in a single day.
“Damn Empire scum!” Jude, watching from the opposite bank, screamed in fury, his hands trembling as he gripped his scepter.
The Archbishop of the Blue Dragon Sect threw his arms wide, raising the Dragonhead Scepter high. His voice was frenzied, ecstatic.
“I proclaim Your name with greed’s tongue—Tiamat! Wheel of Destruction! Supreme Queen dwelling in the Nine Hells!”
“May my ambition flood forth like Your divine arrival, obliterating the cowardly dust! Build Your divine throne with treasures, pave Your sacred path with bones! Turn mortal screams into hymns—offer them to the one and only Mother of Dragons!”
Boom—
A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating half the heavens. The dark clouds gathered, swirling and thickening. Horns emerged from the storm, blue scales formed, electric light flickered—until the clouds themselves reshaped into the colossal head of a dragon.
“Praise the Mother of Monsters!”
“This is a miracle!”
All the faithful followers of the Dragon Worship Cult looked up in frenzied piety, their eyes wide with awe. That was the Blue Dragon’s head—Tiamat’s crown, known as the Crown of Greed and Destruction.
On the opposite side of the rift, the Allied Forces’ warriors tensed instantly.
“Watch out! The cultists are casting a Divine Spell!”
“Block it!”
Mages from the City of All Arts raised their staves in unison, chanting incantations. A massive spell-light screen erupted before them, forming a barrier.
Empire’s Dragon Oath Mages hovered midair, unleashing a Wall of Flames. The Paladins of the Kingdom of Seleucus raised their holy swords high, their Guardian Auras blazing into the sky.
Together, the Allied Forces combined their diverse powers—magic, faith, and will—merging them into a single, colossal barrier stretching across thousands of meters.
Then, in the sky, the Blue Dragon Head moved.
Under countless gazes, it emerged from the storm clouds, slowly lowering itself. Its deep blue vertical pupils burned with intense electric sparks, pulsing with an insatiable desire to destroy.
The dragon slowly opened its maw. Lightning—blinding, spitting, searing—flickered between its jagged teeth. Electric arcs danced along its jawline, and a thunderous roar echoed from its throat, sending chills down every spine.
Boom—
A torrent of lightning erupted from its mouth, tearing through the sky. The beams converged into a terrifying, torrential flood of pure lightning, crashing toward the Allied Forces’ arcane barrier.
In an instant, the layered barrier—dozens of reinforced spells—shattered like fragile paper. Not even a hint of resistance remained.
The lightning flood continued, pouring forward with overwhelming force. It swept across the frontline, consuming, crushing, and annihilating everything in its path.
It struck the bloodiest part of the frontline—soldiers of the Allied Forces, Evil Dragon Descendants alike—were swallowed by thunderbolts. In mere seconds, they were reduced to piles of ash.
It struck the steam tanks. The iron beasts exploded instantly, their steel bodies melted by the intense heat generated by the electric current, collapsing into blackened wreckage.
The aerospace warships in the sky turned and fled, accelerating backward at breakneck speed.
But the lightning followed—splitting into multiple bolts, like swift, predatory panthers. They moved at impossible speed, too fast for the human eye to track, slashing at one of the skyborne battleships.
Boom!
The supposedly unbreakable warship was cleaved in two, instantly engulfed in flames, belching thick black smoke as it plummeted to the ground.
Among the Five-Colored Dragons, the Blue Dragon’s breath weapon was the most powerful. And Tiamat’s breath—her divine breath—was the very symbol of destruction and death. It could annihilate any mortal being in existence.
Jude stood with arms outstretched, laughing wildly as thunderbolts danced around him. His human-dragon hybrid face, covered in scales, looked terrifying in the lightning’s glow.
“Wretched insects! This is the strength of Queen Tiamat! You will all be turned to ash in lightning and thunder!”
The breath tore across the earth again and again, erasing the Allied Forces’ strength. Even the Metal Dragons in the sky—once mighty—were charred black after being struck, screaming as they fell to the ground.
Seizing the moment, the Evil Dragon Descendants crossed the rift, charging furiously at the Allied defensive line. The defenders tried to rally, but under the relentless barrage of lightning, they could not mount any effective resistance.
Then, from afar, a chorus of battle cries rang out.
“Enforcement of Order by Iron Hand—The Dragon Lord Above All!”
A column of crimson-gold armored Paladins emerged from the distance, wielding long spears. At their head stood a young golden-haired youth—Anthony, the “Judgment Knight,” and leader of the Oath of the Dragon Holy Knights.
Anthony raised his long spear high, his gaze fierce, and roared with fury:
“Now is the time to serve King Kai Xiusu! For the Empire! For the Dragon Lord!”
“For the Dragon Lord!” The Holy Knights roared in unison. Though only a few hundred strong, their aura was overwhelming.
Before they could finish, a regiment of golden fire erupted from their bodies, coalescing midair into a massive crimson dragon. Flames burned fiercely, generating heat so intense it warped the air.
But this was not the end.
Misha spread her dragon wings and soared into the sky. Her golden eyes blazed with terrifying intensity.
“Supreme Emperor of Ember, Lord of Anzeta, Master of Cataclysm—grant me the strength to stand against Tiamat!”
She extended her hand toward the phantom of the Red Dragon above, runes of ancient power swirling behind her. A surge of immense power shot from her finger, merging into the phantom.
Roar—
The phantom dragon swelled in size, multiplying several times over. It spread its wings, soaring above the clouds, directly facing Tiamat’s Blue Dragon Head, and let out a deafening roar.
The phantom opened its bloody maw and unleashed a blinding column of white fire, racing toward Jude’s summoned Blue Dragon Head.
Lightning and fire collided—crashing, intertwining. The resulting explosion shook the sky. Shockwaves ripped through the air, electric sparks and flowing flames scattering in every direction.
Far away, Adrian had been watching in tense silence. But without warning, he raised his longsword instinctively. A golden light burst from the blade—Sun God’s power.
That radiant light surged into the phantom Red Dragon. The crimson scales instantly shimmered with intricate golden carvings. The fire breath now pulsed with golden embers, blazing like the sun itself.
Boom!
Finally, the phantom’s breath overwhelmed the lightning, pushing it back. The Blue Dragon Head in the sky shattered completely, its evil, chaotic divine power dissolving into nothingness.
(End of Chapter)
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