Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 380 Dead End
Giants and dragons fought each other, their enormous bodies causing devastating earthquakes and landslides.

The elemental dragon attacks both the giant dragon and the bone dragon simultaneously; its ever-expanding elemental body is truly immortal.

It continuously expands its territory, releasing fire elements without restraint all around, spewing flames that even overflow from its own flesh, causing both living and dead dragons to suffer and wail simultaneously.

Giants and dragons are locked in combat, dead dragons are tearing at living dragons and elemental dragons, and the elemental dragons are beating up all of them.

This is a clash reminiscent of ancient times, a reenactment of the era of dragons and giants.

But for the person involved, the feelings are becoming increasingly complicated.

"The giants ended the age of dragons, and the dragonborn ended the age of giants."

The forest giant Korluna certainly knew what the fire elemental dragon that had completely changed the course of the battle represented. It represented the dragonborn who wielded dragon language spells, ending the era of giants. The inheritance and knowledge from her bloodline repeatedly warned that it was her mortal enemy.

"The era of giants is long gone. Now, the biggest enemy of the giant tribe is basically the giant tribe itself. Let's just forget about the outdated ancestral words."

If this were a combat-oriented group of fire giants, cloud giants, or even ancient hill giants, then the hatred between the Dragonborn and giants would probably predate that between giants and dragons.

After all, in a sense, the Dragonborn betrayed the giants to win their own era. In the ancient epics of the giants, the giants saved the oppressed hybrids from the evil dragons and helped them develop their own power—the Dragon Word.

There's actually a little historical anecdote that's been misunderstood. The original Dragonborn didn't include the mainstream beast-human Dragonborn of today. At least 70% of the original Dragonborn were descendants of giants and dragons, or even descendants of their descendants.

It is said that they possessed the wisdom and sociality of giants, the commanding talent of dragons, and the dragon language spells they later developed, making them hailed as the most perfect race. They combined sociality and individual potential, thus establishing their own era.

However, it is said that their era ended because they drove out most of the giants, which led to the hybrid descendants becoming increasingly weak, and to the point that hybrids, to a certain extent, became mortals who had lost both elemental talents and the wisdom of giants.

When a group's origins are strongly rooted in mixed-race traits, it is naturally difficult for them to last long.

It's hard to say whether they were driven off the stage by later dominant players or naturally faded away due to a lack of successors.

For a considerable period of history, giants and dragons, giants and dragonborn, were always at each other's throats. But when they all became "ancient species that have become legends," their relationship degenerated from enmity to mutual loathing.

This is a mess, an incredibly messy mess that no historian can figure out, and even the parties involved can't say for sure who betrayed whom or who cheated whom back then. Most hatred has a reason, and this is just a replay of it.

"Die, Silvadilo!"

But now, Kolluna let out an angry battle cry. This dragon had caused her to lose so many friends. She subconsciously looked at the knight who was clearly a black dragon but was playing with fire. The dragonborn in her inherited memories was extremely annoying when they became enemies, but now they had become her most reliable ally.

"Compared to the impoverished dragonborn of modern times, this Knight Rean is practically a hybrid of a top-tier giant and an ancient dragon."

At this moment, Kolluna felt as if she had returned to an ancient battlefield belonging to a colossal being. The dragonborn who summoned an elemental lord-level fire dragon before her could not be identified by any particular era. Even though she knew that this was a special case under special circumstances, the fact that he could display such a limit was enough to prove that his bloodline potential did not belong to this era.

The potential or upper limit always exists. The fact that the elemental dragon has grown to this level without devouring its master proves that the dragonborn can reach the current level on its own.

From this moment on, the proud, powerful giants may have to look at these little creatures from the mortal realm as equals.

At this moment, Rean himself was unaware of the changes in the minds of those giants. Those seemingly "honest" big guys actually had delicate souls that had been tormented by the years. Standing on the head of the elemental dragon, he was just trying to direct its anger toward the sapphire dragon.

The cunning Sapphire still displayed an absurdly high level of tactical reserves. Even when entangled by elemental limbs, the precious treasures hanging on its wings continued to be effective.

Wide-range illusions, short-range teleportation, burrowing—the dragon's chosen treasures are mostly non-offensive; various supportive spells are far more effective.

Moreover, the fact that they can still be used effectively in such an environment suggests that they must be rare treasures. This undoubtedly makes Rean very eager. The dragon hunts he had previously picked up were all underground ruins that had been bred. Their strength and bloodline were average, and they didn't even have the standard dragon treasures. It was truly disappointing.

"Awoooooo!" At this moment, another short-range teleportation was interrupted, and the sapphire dragon, which had fallen to the ground, howled in pain. The next moment, he had time to think wildly, because without realizing it, Rean was no longer a main force.

Those giants and druids were much more ruthless than I was. I just tried my best to establish contact with the elemental dragons below so that they wouldn't accidentally harm my allies.

To be honest, it's quite difficult. It's already quite good that this newly born elemental lord-level monster can accept my "suggestions." The little bit of magic that the "summoning channel" can provide is not worth the monster's attention at all.

It may only be a matter of time before things spiral out of control completely, or even turn against them.
"It's alright. Before that, we just need to kill that sapphire dragon."

Looking at the sapphire dragon screaming in agony, Rean had to work hard to stop himself from drooling. His instincts told him that it was the food for his evolution. As long as he swallowed its materials and dragon soul, he would probably gain a great improvement.

"Ouch!"

Once again, a chunk of flesh was brutally ripped from the Sapphire Dragon. But this time, it was the Bone Dragon, who should have been an ally.

The war of attrition has dragged on until now, and the Bone Dragon will relentlessly target the Sapphire Dragon whenever it can get close. Everyone else assumes this is a natural hatred between a dead dragon and a living dragon, but only the Forest Giant Druid vaguely senses something is amiss; there might be a grudge between these two dragons (a hatred stemming from grave robbing).

The chaotic battle continued, and the Sapphire Dragon's wounds multiplied. The current chaotic elemental tides turned most of its teleportation abilities into a gamble, while the breaths of the Bone Dragon and Fire Dragon dealt the Sapphire Dragon heavy blows with each attack.

The mortal warriors have left the battlefield, and a few unfortunate souls, crushed to a pulp, proved that this was not a deathmatch they should have been involved in.

Giants, druids transformed into behemoths, and two relentless dragons were enough to send the increasingly miserable sapphire dragon away.

In this process, the most conspicuous person was actually the mortal half-elf mage Marton.

Even though he lost most of his spellcasting abilities, his "counter-spell" ability remains. It is difficult to make a spell model form accurately, but if you want to make it fail, you may only need to interfere with a little elemental fluctuation.

Every time the Sapphire Dragon tries to teleport away using the artifact, even without the fluctuations of the elemental tides, it is easily countered by Marton, who is heavily protected. He needs to disrupt the elemental fluctuations and strike at the crucial point when the spell is about to take shape to disable the teleportation.

The same thing was done by Suliman, who had recovered; she was focused on teleportation. The Sapphire Dragon displayed at least five escape abilities, all of which were stopped.

The wounds were accumulating, and the elements were corroding them. One of the two dragon wings was corroded into half-bones, while the other was burning and smelling delicious, reminding Rean of roasted chicken wings. Anyone could see that if this continued, the first to die would definitely be the Sapphire Dragon.

"Damn mortals!"

Once again, the Sapphire Dragon slammed into the ground.

The core of his tactical system is his ability to pass through walls and use radar. The elemental dragon has turned the ground in this area into fire elemental, so every time he passes through a wall, it turns into hitting a volcano.

"Enough, enough!"

Finally, the sapphire dragon gritted its teeth and crushed a crystal. This time, the teleportation light finally flickered.

The life-saving artifact finally worked, and he forcibly completed a short teleportation. But in reality, the miracle crystal should have teleported him more than ten kilometers away.

The dragon looked back one last time, gritted its teeth, and flew into the sky. Its nearly destroyed wings and limping flight posture proved once again the reality that dragons can fly without relying on wings.

Seeing the dragon that had blocked their path run away, some people breathed a sigh of relief, while others refused to let their prey leave.

"Emma, ​​is the hunter's guide still there? Okay, let's go finish it off." Dragons are extremely vengeful, and Rean doesn't want to be eating hotpot and singing songs one day when a dragon falls from the sky.

(End of this chapter)