Under the incomparable high-temperature Dragonfire, the enchanted leather armor and magic iron armor on some of the garrison soldiers melted and ignited, and their flesh was directly vaporized by the terrifying high temperature.
The air shockwave caused by the high temperature swept away the remaining debris.
Even some extremely fortunate high-level warriors, after exhausting all their strength to barely withstand the Red Dragon's first wave of Dragonfire attacks, were then met with the Dragon Clan's combined attack from behind Kalon; these Dragon Clans also unleashed their first super breath since their birth.
Although Klenaya's Dragonfire was not as terrifying as Kalon's Dragonfire, Klenaya, with her ancestral blood, also possessed a tyrannical Dragonfire.
The lightning breath attack that followed closely was equally fatal; the Blue Dragon Dos also unleashed his most powerful thunder, plowing through the Red Dragon's attack range.
Then came the White Dragon's deep cold breath; the garrison soldiers' strength was already exhausted, insufficient to resist the White Dragon's icy freezing again, so they were all frozen into ice sculptures standing on the city wall.
The ice sculptures, emitting cold air, quickly melted on the high-temperature residual battlefield, leaving only clumps of dry ash.
The subsequent Green Dragon venom and Black Dragon's acid only served to give the entire city wall a bath; Kyle, the strongest warrior who had stepped into the early Saint Domain, did not dare to directly confront the Dragon Clan's wrath.
He had already abandoned his subordinates and fled before Kalon's first wave of Dragonfire arrived.
Without being targeted and restricted, a Dragon soaring in the sky was a more terrifying artillery platform than a Mage.
And the solid city walls, under the Dragon Clan's repeated devastation and Kalon's control of the earth's talent, the upper city walls were already crumbling.
The Dragon Clan's subordinate monsters and the remaining retreated noble private armies stared dumbfounded at the Dragon Clans soaring freely and roaring in the sky.
The surviving battlefield and the crumbling city walls made even the strongest Dragonborn Centaur and Dragonborn Wolf among these monsters not dare to easily set foot there.
"This is not the power of a ordinary young true Dragon; Kalon is truly an extremely dangerous Dragon," Mimi Eye Mage stood high up, looking at the Dragon Clans wantonly displaying their power in the sky.
Even though he knew the Red Dragon's talent was outstanding, he couldn't help but marvel at his power.
Some nobles and Mages also watched from a distance; the unrestrained power of the Dragon Clan made them feel terrified and fearful.
The Dragon Clan displayed their power, leaving an indelible impression on these people.
Thousands of elite garrison soldiers had now turned into ashes fluttering in the wind; the entire process took less than ten minutes.
So when that Red Dragon and his Dragon Clan rampaged through the imperial palace, these nobles and Mages no longer had any thought of dissuading the Dragon Clan.
The magnificent and towering palace was collapsed by the Dragon Clan, and then fire and magma burned everything; the entire imperial palace was leveled by the Dragon Clan.
The escaped attendants, servants, and other guards were executed one by one by the Dragonborn surrounding the outside; blood filled every inch of the floor.
After an unsuccessful search for General Kyle, Kalon gave up on the idea.
Finally, he fully controlled the magic of earth and metal.
Boundless magma and molten fire surged from underground, engulfing the palace complex; the Emperor's grand hall completely sank into the earth.
Those hidden within the palace were also buried in the sea of fire, their panicked howls like the repentant poems of sinners sinking into hell.
Violent fire rain fell from the sky, and scorching magma erupted from the ground.
The entire imperial palace area collapsed in the Dragon Clan's rampage, sinking into a graveyard of magma and flames; the towering palace walls were also destroyed, becoming a ruin.
After venting his anger, Kalon did not greet Old Magician Lapers.
Even though he had an agreement with the Mage, he would not place enough trust in these humans.
In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he was currently not strong enough to contend with the Mages in the Master Tower, he would have even burned the entire city to ashes.
He didn't care about being called an evil Dragon; he was born an evil Dragon .
Kalon, with his Dragon Clan, rode the fierce wind and ascended high into the sky again.
Today, he would fulfill his promise and lead his Dragon Clan back to his homeland.
Pixie Raven, who had been hiding and peeking from somewhere unknown, now appeared, riding her contracted magic pet—a three-meter-long swift—and flew into the sky.
Only with Kalon's deliberate restraint of his Dragon's might and the Little pixie Raven's urgent urging did this swift dare to fly close to the Red Dragon's body, its trembling wings fluttering up and down, trying to fly alongside the Red Dragon.
The little Pixie Raven's round little face was filled with joy and a sense of accomplishment; in her heart, successfully rescuing her friend also had her share of credit.
She was not only happy for Kalon and his Dragon Clan friends but also proud of herself.
So Raven patted her chest with her fair, tender hand and shouted loudly to the Red Dragon, "Yo-hoo, mighty and fierce Kalon, let's go home together!"
"Yes," the Red Dragon's deep and resonant voice, characteristic of a true Dragon in its voice-changing period, echoed in the sky, "We're going home!"
But the Red Dragon's wide wings, with a 'careless' flap, flipped the closely hovering swift, sending it tumbling.
Raven, in a flurry, quickly flew up; the sky was instantly filled with the Pixie's angry scolding and the Dragon Clans' melodious roars and laughter.
The King of the Dragons finally led his Dragon Clan on the journey home today, ushering in the dawn of freedom.
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The distant Kalon did not know that because of today's battle, the scene of the overwhelming Dragonfire burning thousands of warriors to ashes had attracted widespread attention.
This incident was already fermenting and spreading rapidly.
There were also willful Mages who used precious recording crystals to capture this scene, which began to circulate among Mages, then spread from one to a hundred, and from a hundred to many.
Those people marveled at the posture and power displayed by this young Red Dragon.
It should be known that young true Dragon'sare often not powerful enough; Metal Dragons are still sheltered under their parents' wings, while Five-Colored Dragons still hide in corners, growing quietly.
However, the power displayed by this Red Dragon during its outburst far exceeded the capabilities a standard true Dragon at this stage should possess, especially since those Five-Colored Dragons of different colors were willing to unite under his command.
A Dragon Clan controlled by a Red Dragon was far more terrifying than those Blue Dragon Family that lived in groups.
As the Imperial Capital was conquered and divided by the various great nobles, these nobles, who originally had their own private independent territories, declared themselves kingdoms, duchies, and earldoms of various sizes.
Even the Emperor's private territory, where he started, was completely divided by the various great nobles.
The Emperor, isolated outside with a few legions, became a rootless tree, only able to settle in the already decadent Southern Province and re-establish the Catha Duchy.
For a time, news spread throughout the entire Northern Continent; the vast Catha Empire disintegrated.
The empire, with its strong military and illustrious achievements, fell simply because it captured a group of young Dragon and was retaliated against by the grown-up true Dragon's, which was truly regrettable.
As this news spread, the human kingdoms in the southernmost continent also began to notice this group of young Dragons and listed them as targets requiring special attention on the list of evil Dragons.
Even the Five-Colored Dragons hidden in the wilderness and mountains and the Metal Dragon living in groups knew that another powerful true Dragon family had been born in this world; this Dragon Clan became famous in one battle.
Because the Red Dragon leader of this Dragon Clan was named Kalon Kogmora, this Dragon Clan was also called the kogmora Dragon clan.
The territory where this Dragon Clan was located was originally just an unnamed wilderness, but now it has been called the kogmora Dragon Clan's Lair.
Because everyone knew that after this experience and lesson, these true Dragon's, upon returning to their territory, would surely, like other powerful Dragon Clans, subdue many fierce subordinates, control their territory, and build their territory into a monster kingdom.
What the many newly established human duchies and earldoms in the North were fortunate about was that this Dragon Clan had once been their cooperating partner.
The leader of the Dragon Clan was also a wise and rational true Dragon , seemingly with much room for communication, and they did not have to worry day and night as they would when guarding against other evil Dragons.
As for the concept of good and evil alignments, these nobles and Mages scoffed at it; if evil could bring them enough benefits, then they felt that evil was also a kind of goodness that should be praised.
Wise nobles and clever Mages are without prejudice, well, at least when it comes to profit!
And Kalon, this dangerous and uniquely appearing Red Dragon, due to the immense power he displayed, was called the King of Earth and Metal, the Tyrant who controls Flames and Magma!