Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 372: The Last Elegy

What should you do when you face an opponent you can't beat alone and you absolutely must win?
"Since the situation on the battlefield is unfavorable to me, I will disrupt the battlefield, create opportunities, and win amidst the chaos."

Sapphire Dragon has provided its own answer; its tactics manual contains too many choices that normal people wouldn't make.

When it was about to lose in the war game, it did not hesitate at all and gambled everything.

"The biggest difference between a psychopath and a jerk is that a jerk is driven by self-interest, following a seemingly normal but selfish logic chain. A psychopath, on the other hand, does whatever comes to mind; they'll use absurd reasons to happily blow themselves and others up."

Emma said with a smile that she had always had a lot of opinions about the Gem Dragon.

Due to the Dragon King's oath, the Gem Dragons do not participate in the internal strife between the Color Dragons and Metal Dragons. Many beings in the Prime Material Plane are unaware of them, and some even consider them neutral. However, in reality, in terms of their level of madness and ability to cause trouble, the Gem Dragons, who are all mentally unstable, are no less than the Color Dragons, who are all evil dragons.

"Boom!"

In the background of the conversation, a small hill was propelled into the sky by the erupting flames.

The earth's veins are in disarray.

The mere disruption of the earth's veins was enough to create a natural disaster that destroyed everything around it, and the already unstable elemental tides here were completely thrown into chaos.

"Prepare to leave. If you don't want to die, don't use spells to fly or teleport. Spellcasters, spells are limited to the first ring." Archmage Marton, Rean's senior brother, made the judgment.

A storm with a tornado and a blizzard arrived at the same time. Perhaps things will calm down again after a while, but weak mortals will probably be crushed by the environment like ants.

"Boom!"

Along with the earth-shaking tremors, countless flocks of birds suddenly took flight.

"Aww, I'm so tired!"

The sudden, enormous roar came from nowhere, but a stone giant rose up from the ground, as large as a mountain. Its exact size was impossible to calculate, but it was over a hundred meters high. Rean and his group, who were at least a dozen kilometers away, could see it very clearly.

"The good news is that even the dragon can't really sever the earth's veins, and it should return to calm soon. The bad news is that we need to figure out how to survive during this time."

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a shock akin to a nuclear explosion, a spectacular sight of meteors colliding with Earth unfolded as meteors plummeted down, a scene reminiscent of what had been witnessed in the Dark Elf city.

This time, the scale has increased at least tenfold.

"Be prepared to deal with the impact!"

Rean instinctively ducked, but was already thrown back by the shockwave of the explosion.

“And be careful,” Emma’s voice suddenly rang in Rean’s ears, and the next moment, his head was turned to the side.

"Boom!" This explosion created a mushroom cloud.

"That's the result of being stupid enough to force a spell in this kind of environment."

Rean understood. The rising mushroom cloud was a magical explosion, the spellcasters' final lament and testament to their dignity. And this was a specialized meteor explosion, with so many times more elemental energy; if they couldn't control it, they'd be gone.

But a Grand Mage with at least a ninth-ring cultivation level, a top talent that might only be cultivated once every hundred years, just vanished like that?! Rean could understand, but he found it hard to accept.

"The more delicate and precise the spellcasting, the less likely it is to be done in such an environment. Auxiliary divine spells can still be used with caution by a warlock's instinctive casting."

Is this good news? Rean thought it might not be.

If warlocks, who can cast spells like monsters, can cast spells, then monsters and dragons can also cast spells.

Although a newly matured dragon doesn't have many spell-like abilities, its previous ambushes and burrowing spell-like abilities were already troublesome enough.

Will it come?
"It will definitely come."

Thinking of the floating sapphire dragon, its unwavering gaze, Rean realized it would never miss this opportunity. The gathering didn't take long; the druids understood far better than the outsiders what the wrath of nature and the ley lines meant.

These spellcasters, skilled in both magic and martial arts, picked up wooden staffs and spears one by one, seemingly aware that something was wrong and intending to fight hand-to-hand.

"Boom!"

The sudden second "nuclear explosion" shocked everyone.

This time, Rean didn't even observe the cause of the explosion (high-level spell) before he sensed the dying lament of another unfortunate mage.

This is not normal. If a spellcaster is caught in a trap once, the second time after learning the information is clearly abnormal.

"He must have been cornered by a powerful enemy, and knowing he couldn't escape, he used his magic to self-destruct and perish together with them."

Rean looked up and sensed something approaching from that direction. Unable to escape, the archmage chose to save face in the end.

The shockwave hit, blowing away even the stones beneath Rean's feet. Even a normal high-level mage's magical explosion wouldn't be this outrageous.

"Oh!"

Another roar came from the southwest, but no one could be seen in the distance. It seemed to be implying that time could no longer be wasted.

The druids needed a little more time. The deformed giant bears and wild boars were frantically digging at the statue in the center of the lake, which seemed to be a statue of some nature goddess, and at this moment it was also thrown aside.

The original secret method to activate the mechanism had also failed, so they could only use the most rudimentary method to forcibly dig out the buried object.

"This is."

“Our sacred relic, a relic from an ancient holy site.” Kolluna also came over, covering several meters in a single step, and quickly ran to the area.

She took the box that was buried deep in the ground, opened it, and took a look before she breathed a sigh of relief.

Rean's dragon eyes, however, made it clear. It was a horn engraved with animal patterns, the front half of which appeared to be a real animal horn, while the back half was a repaired piece inlaid with thin gold sheets. It looked like an antique.

"Deer antlers?"

But this moment reminded Rean.

He reached out and took out his necklace, the withered heart from the Beast Prince, which suddenly came alive.

Rean looked up at Kolluna and saw that her physical condition was also good. Her huge body had become unusually active, and her pupils were even faintly glowing. The vines on her body were growing and expanding wildly.

In terms of elemental perception, she had clearly become much stronger.

This is not an isolated case. Under such high elemental tides, monsters and ancient species that are naturally suited to high magic environments will become even more active.

With high magic levels and unstable elemental tides, sophisticated spellcasting becomes impractical, while the instinctive spellcasting of monsters is smooth and even enhanced. In fact, the magic of mages has also been greatly enhanced, as exemplified by the meteor burst that deals at least ten times the damage. However, without training, they simply cannot withstand or control the backlash of elemental power.

"The beast's power can still be used."

Rean suddenly spread his wings, and scales fell from them, transforming into black birds and then into a giant eagle.

Even the beast's innate abilities were greatly enhanced at this moment.

Rean took a deep breath instinctively. He felt weak. His power had increased, but the next moment, he felt satisfied as a large amount of elements flowed into his body.

This is the dragon; it can generate magic even when it breathes, and such an environment actually enhances it.

"lets go."

One by one, giant black birds took flight, guiding the group in the right direction.

(End of this chapter)