Dos slowed down, and the flowing wind, like a gentle maiden, extended her soft hand, caressing and moving the Blue Dragon's body.
Dos's wings, adorned with patterns of storms and lightning, remained spread, never flapping or beating, only occasionally adjusting their angle to allow him to hide more easily within the high-altitude clouds.
Even though the two Dragon Worship Cult priests ahead moved and hid within the dense forest, their movements still could not escape the Blue Dragon's sight.
An ordinary eagle or golden eagle can accurately locate a moving rabbit on the ground from thousands of meters in the sky.
Moreover, with a True Dragon's eyesight, the activities of the two priests were as clear to the Blue Dragon as observing the lines on his own palm.
The Dragon Worship Cult priests moved through the forest, their seemingly thin bodies possessing extreme speed, clearly not like normal ordinary humans; their pace in the densely grown, vine-entangled forest even surpassed that of the wild horses skilled at running on the grasslands.
As the True Dragon priests gradually turned towards the undulating mountainous region of the forest and entered a deep river valley, the high mountains on both sides blocked the Blue Dragon, who was trailing far behind.
Dos's heart tensed, and he quickly flapped his wings; the gentle flowing wind instantly swirled wildly, transforming into a powerful thrust that helped the True Dragon erupt with even greater speed.
But at this moment, a low, familiar voice sounded in Dos's ear—it was Kalon's voice.
"Come down, Dos, these are the last two, let's see who the master behind these fellows is."
Dos, whose attention had been too focused, now noticed that on the verdant high mountain cliff face before him, a faintly crimson figure stood quietly on a natural platform extending from the mountaintop, his form obscured by ancient trees growing somewhat diagonally upwards.
Beside him, a small squad of ten Imperial Guard stood quietly, led by Sahar, who was on duty today.
Wyvern claws dug into the steep cliff face, nearly twenty Wyvern in total, their Dragon Knight tightly bound to their backs, silent and easily overlooked even by a True Dragon if he wasn't paying attention.
Dos dispersed the surrounding strong winds, his wings smoothing the force of his descent, and landed gently on the mountaintop, crushing and breaking the dense trees with crackling sounds; even though the Blue Dragon was extremely careful, his massive size still created a considerable commotion.
"Kalon, have you also been summoned by these fellows? I thought your will could resist the summoning of such an ancient ritual,"
Dos bared his fangs and chuckled. To the True Dragon in the True Dragon, this Red Dragon's will seemed unlike anything a True Dragon could possess; even some human ascetics who focused greatly on spiritual cultivation might not have a will as firm as the Red Dragon's.
Dragonborn Kalon, with his red horns pointing skyward and his scales meticulously arrayed, shook his head, not responding to the Blue Dragon's question, but instead instructed Sahar, the Imperial Guard leader behind him, and the captain of the wyvern Knight squad: "Prepare to move. Once those Dragon Worship Cult priests open the teleportation gate, capture them. Don't let a single one escape."
Sahar said nothing, only bowed his head, and then led nine Imperial Guard to leap directly down from the mountaintop.
Whoosh!
Twenty Wyvern claws tore at the rock, pushing off the cliff face, spreading their wings, soaring over the mountaintop, and then swooping down to catch the Imperial Guard descending into mid-air.
Yo-ho!
The Wyvern Knights on the Wyvern's back cheered excitedly, steering the Wyvern to swoop low over the ground, and in doing so, dropped the Imperial Guard from the Wyvern's back into the river valley.
One by one, the Imperial Guard rolled off the Wyvern's back, landing on the ground with one knee bent and head slightly lowered, their heavy broadswords plunging into the loose soil and stones of the river valley to absorb the impact of the landing.
One by one, the Imperial Guard raised their heads; the Dragon Worship Cult priests were gathered around a priest wearing a crown, and that middle-aged priest with the crown was holding a book like a scripture, chanting complex incantations.
A wide teleportation gate was slowly and vaguely opening before the priests, only a few steps away from them.
A very strange, foul odor emanated from the opening teleportation gate.
"You're too late, you lackeys, just one step short," the middle-aged priest wearing the crown closed the scripture, and with a slight smile, placed his right hand over his left chest, performing a feigned bow,
"It's a pity about the dragon blood in you; you don't know how to be a free True Dragon, but instead chose to become another True Dragon's servant," the middle-aged priest said mockingly,
"You..."
Whoosh!
Before the middle-aged priest could finish speaking, the high-and-mighty expression on his face froze. A heavy broadsword, whistling through the air, shot from Sahar's hand, cutting past the middle-aged priest's body and impaling itself directly between the middle-aged priest and the teleportation gate.
It sank deep into the ground, and the immense force caused the greatsword to still vibrate slightly in the earth.
"Dare to step into the teleportation gate, die! Move, capture them alive!"
The first sentence was a warning to the priests; the second was an order to the other Imperial Guard.
The eyes beneath the Imperial Guard's visors suddenly lit up. They gripped their heavy swords, executed a sword flourish, and strode forward, their heavy swords like arrows on a string, ready to be loosed at any moment.
The Wyvern Knight in the sky also turned back, swooping down towards the Dragon Worship Cult priests under the knight's command.
"Go," the middle-aged priest wearing the crown completely ignored Sahar's warning and the heavy swords in the hands of the other Imperial Guard, directly clutching the scripture to his chest and rushing towards the teleportation gate.
Whoosh!
A heavy sword whistled past, but the crowned priest dodged it, because the teleportation gate actually allowed the middle-aged priest to pass right through, like some kind of tangible illusion, clearly present but untouchable.
"This is the power of magical knowledge. I cannot control the teleportation gate you built, but interfering with your teleportation gate is still easily done,"
Kalon, hovering in the air, spread his wings and, alongside Dos, who was also hovering, looked down at the scene below with a slight smile.
"Damn it, the teleportation gate is useless!" The high-and-mighty composure on the middle-aged priest's face finally vanished, and a trace of panic appeared on his face.
"Then we can only rely on ourselves to fight our way out," a priest wearing a bell-ringed headpiece leaned on his bell staff, his lips moving rapidly as he chanted an incantation.
The urgent incantation, accompanied by the rapidly shaking bells, carried a strange magical power, causing the robes of the bell-ringed priest to swell as if strong winds were billowing beneath them.
"At the dawn of time, the Time Dragon God Akatosh already existed… sinking into darkness, scattered in the lightless void, behold these crystal blood beads shining like diamonds, True Dragons, your blood is my blood,"
"Your heart is my heart, your bones are my bones, I, transform into a True Dragon!"
In an instant, a whirlwind rose from the ground, roars echoed, sand swirled, stones scattered, and black mist rolled.
The priest wearing the bell-ringed headpiece's body suddenly swelled, his distended form tearing through his loose robes, and the rapidly growing bones and tearing flesh brought unimaginable pain to the priest.
Ah, ah, ah!
He roared in pain, and gradually, in the spreading black mist, his human cries of agony transformed into a kind of beastly howl, like, the roar of a wild True Dragon.
Whoosh!
A single wing suddenly extended from within the black mist, and two thick claws also emerged from within the black mist, followed by a head with two horns, a pair of eyes filled with bestiality, almost devoid of wisdom and humanity, a thick, long neck, a body covered in mottled scales, and a tail covered in bone spurs.
Thump!
The moment this strange giant beast stepped out of the black mist, all the black mist instantly seemed to be absorbed, swirling back and pouring into the beast's body, which finally allowed everyone to see the true appearance of this beast.
This was a True Dragon, a flawed True Dragon, a True Dragon with severe defects.
It had only one wing; the other wing was severed at the root, as if it had never grown that wing in the first place.
Moreover, its body's mixed-colored scales were accompanied by a strong, foul odor, like fish that had been dead for several days; the scales were rusty and emitted a sinister, corrosive energy.
And even the most foolish White Dragon's eyes possess a flicker of wisdom, but this was absent in this flawed True Dragon, as if all its humanity had been swallowed by bestiality, reducing it to the purest form of a beast.
Furthermore, all True Dragons in the world have four complete limbs, but this flawed True Dragon only had hind limbs, like the inferior Wyvern despised by all True Dragon.
Roar!
This strange True Dragon opened its drooling maw and roared loudly at the charging Imperial Guard.
"Damn it, this is… sacrilegious dragon blood! These inferior creatures, I'm going to kill them all, electrocute them into a pile of charcoal!" As a superior Chromatic Dragon, Dos suddenly erupted in rage.
He smelled the scent of True dragon blood from the strange, incomplete giant True Dragon, clearly a bizarre creation made by these Dragon Worship Cult priests using True dragon blood.
"Heh heh," Kalon soothed Dos, "Many people always think that as long as they have some dragon blood, they can continuously evolve into a true giant True Dragon through some means. That's just a ridiculous idea."
"Watch quietly, Dos. Our warriors can handle all of this. They are nothing but a group of unintelligent beasts, and we are rulers, lords, True Dragons. We don't need to do everything ourselves. This is the meaning of the existence of True Dragons Kin."
Kalon's soothing words might not have been effective, but Kalon's fist, as big as a sandbag, was very intimidating. Although Dos wanted to fly down and kill all those beasts, he still suppressed his boiling dragon blood and quietly watched the battle below.
One by one, the priests transformed into incomplete True Dragon s amidst the incantations. Waving the scepters and magical artifacts in their hands, black mist instantly enveloped a large area of the river valley.
But the Imperial Guard, seeing that the portal had failed, had already begun to charge forward, their greatswords brandished, striking directly like heavy hammers at the charging incomplete giant True Dragon s.
Boom!
The incomplete giant Dragon took heavy steps, treading on the soft river valley ground, and charged straight over. It opened its foul-smelling, constantly drooling maw, its yellowed fangs like rows of blades, directly biting at the Imperial Guard's greatsword.
But although the Imperial Guard was powerful, he could not directly confront a ten-meter-long giant Dragon. At the last moment, he abandoned the greatsword in his hand, letting it fly out with the remaining force, where it was caught in the steel teeth and iron maw of the incomplete giant True Dragon.
Meanwhile, the Imperial Guard had already rolled past, arriving at the side of the incomplete giant Dragon. The short spear equipped at his waist, enchanted with armor-piercing and bleeding effects, was driven by immense force as his magical power armor lit up, plunging fiercely into the chest and abdomen of the incomplete giant Dragon.
Roar!
The incomplete giant Dragon, still biting and shaking the greatsword, hadn't reacted before a deep hole was ripped open beneath its chest and abdomen by the heavy blow. Gurgling, foul-smelling black dragon blood spurted from the incomplete giant Dragon's wound.
In extreme pain, the incomplete giant Dragon instinctively flapped its only right wing at the attacked location, wanting to swat away the cunning enemy. But the Imperial Guard, possessing intelligence, had already rolled away from beneath the Dragon's belly, and the blood-stained short spear in his hand cut another gash in the Dragon's relatively vulnerable abdomen.
In the sky, the Batwing Wyverns also swooped down at this moment, their sharp claws tearing large chunks of flesh from the incomplete giant True Dragon's back.
The Wyvern Knight on the Wyvern's back did not use 'Bang Bang'. It was not suitable for this battlefield. An excellent soldier should have the instinct to judge the rough situation of the battlefield.
He also wasn't equipped with weapons like the Wyvern Knight spears. On a fast-moving Wyvern, carrying such weapons was undoubtedly extremely foolish and impractical.
He simply raised the short crossbow he carried for self-preservation in case of a fall, abandoning the dagger at his waist, and drove poisoned arrows one by one into the incomplete giant Dragon's back.
Boom! This incomplete giant Dragon finally collapsed after sustaining too much damage. The remaining strength and excessive loss of life energy were insufficient to maintain the incomplete Dragon form, and it reverted to its original human shape within the black mist, its naked body covered in wounds, twitching unconsciously in a pool of blood.
"Look, just incomplete beasts. They can't fly, have no True Dragon Breath, and even their intelligence is covered by bestiality," Kalon said indifferently from high in the sky. "They are just some pathetic people who covet the power of True Dragons. But what I'm more curious about is the power of the organization behind these cannon fodder thrown out."
Kalon looked at the incomplete Dragons in the river valley, which were gradually being dealt with one by one by the combined efforts of the Imperial Guard and the Wyvern Knights, and then descended from the sky with Dos.
Boom!
The last incomplete giant Dragon was easily dealt with by Dragonborne Werewolf. This warlike Wolf had defeated this incomplete Dragon in a head-on battle.
To some extent, werewolfs are similar to warriors; their methods of power application are also not far off. Their strength is concentrated within themselves, and their powerful physique and strength are extremely effective in one-on-one combat.
The disadvantage is that it is difficult to create any earth-shattering grand movements. For example, a Legendary Wolf can flatten a mountain, but it cannot compare to the efficiency and grand spectacle of a single spell from a Legendary Mage. However, the endurance of Wolf and warriors far exceeds that of mages.
Of course, once a werewolf steps into the Legendary realm, there will be two paths to choose from: one is to maintain the original path but explore knowledge independently, choosing to embrace magic or excavate the potential of their bloodline.
The other path is to fully embrace the power of the wild, transforming into a Fenrir Wolf, losing the ability to transform into a Wolf or human, as well as the corresponding human rationality and intelligence.
However, Sahar clearly would not embark on the path of transforming into a Fenrir Wolf, because this fellow has recently become infatuated with the Centaur clan girls.
"Master, Lord Dos," Sahar wiped the foul-smelling blood from his claws and stood still before Kalon and Dos.
"Hmm, take these still-living fellows back, heal them, and see what you can pry out of them. For those who died, hang their heads on the city gate as a warning!"
Kalon nodded, letting Sahar lead his subordinate warriors to retreat.
"Dos, you go back too. I need to go in and take a look, and you, for now, should be at the celebration," Kalon also sent Dos away. His Dragonborn avatar, even if it died, was irrelevant; the innate bestiality was inseparable from him and would only return to his body.
"Alright, but be careful, Kalon," Dos nodded, then soared into the sky. Although he didn't have a specific understanding of Kalon's abilities, he could guess that Kalon was very confident in his own safety.
Thud, thud, thud.
Kalon only walked to the temporarily interfered and sealed portal after the others had left the river valley. Foul-smelling fresh blood had already spread to the side of the portal.
Kalon extended his claw, and the magical light in his hand surged. The illusory portal gradually solidified, regaining its function.
A foul stench immediately emanated from the portal. Kalon frowned slightly, sealing off his sense of smell. His True Sight and perception opened, wanting to discover what secrets lay behind the portal.
Whoosh, whoosh.
A huge whooshing sound—no, it was the sound of colossal breathing, like a giant beast exhaling its breath through its nostrils.
A massive vertical pupil emerged from the other side of the portal, occupying almost the entire view of the portal. The entire area behind the portal suddenly darkened, blocked by the colossal body of this giant beast, cutting off all light sources.
An unimaginably huge head faintly swayed against the dark background. Within that vertical pupil, there was only cold bestiality and chaotic madness, staring motionlessly at Kalon, who was about to step inside.
This was a True Dragon, a True Dragon whose body was unimaginably enormous. Kalon, however, showed a look of pity. He sighed, "How pathetic, a True Dragon reduced to a manipulated beast, a True Dragon whose intelligence and will have been extinguished. Dragon Worship Cult, heh, Dragon Worship Cult!"
Kalon sneered, the magic within his body boiling. All the magic condensed in his hand, transforming into a strange corrosive ray that shot out, hitting the bullseye.
Roar!
The vertical pupil behind the portal suddenly retracted, and earth-shattering rolling and slamming sounds came from the other side.
Crack!
Kalon's Dragon claw clenched, and the entire portal suddenly rapidly shrank, crushed in his hand.
Rumble!
The magical shield on Kalon's body surface flickered with light as he rose from the swirling dust.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes…"
Kalon floated in mid-air, his Dragon Language voice intertwined with surging magic, causing the surrounding mountains to tremble and rocks to collapse.
Rumble!
The two surrounding mountains shook, and the earth seemed to be quaking. Under the enhancement of Kalon's talent, the power of his spells was like a divine judgment descended by a god.
The two mountains seemed to be shaken at their waist by a sky-supporting deity. Countless rolling rocks tumbled down, crashing into the river valley at the foot of the mountains, burying the valley.
Crack, crack!
Amidst Kalon's Dragon Language, the roots of the two mountains finally gave way, breaking off at the waist from the cracks in the mountainsides.
Thump, thump, thump.
The mountains fell.