Defeat the entire world with the power of one dragon!

Chapter 561 The Heavenly Might is Mighty, but Not Even a Bit As Great as Mine
547 AD (New Calendar)

The emperor's son, the red dragon Garkro, awakens from his slumber and breaks through to the legendary realm.

The awakening of Garkro is like a signal, a beginning. It means that a new generation of Aura Dragons will take to the legendary stage one after another, stand alone, and become the backbone of the kingdom.

And just like that, another three years passed in the blink of an eye.

Summer of 550 AD (Gregorian calendar).

The Laine Plateau has entered its rainy season.

The sky was filled with leaden-gray clouds, which hung low over the mountain ridges.

Lightning occasionally tore through the clouds, thunder rumbled through the mountains, and raindrops pelted down, pattering against the leaves and flowing down the slopes to form streams. In the low-lying areas, the raindrops created murky puddles, their surfaces rippling with countless waves.

The entire plateau was shrouded in rain, blurring the outlines of the mountains, like distant mountains blurred in a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Amidst the rain, a group of figures were slowly moving forward.

They wore dark cloaks with concealment runes that occasionally flickered in the rain, the faint light vanishing in an instant. Their footsteps made a slight sound on the muddy ground, but it was completely masked by the sound of the rain.

The two leading figures were Varta, the Triad Crown of Farrell, and Afra, the Magic Crown of Latona.

Behind them were four Grandmaster-level powerhouses.

Two were from Farrell, and two were from Latona. Both were among the most elite warriors in their respective kingdoms, and each had left behind a distinguished reputation.

Beyond that, comes the legend of the Grand Order.

They were all composed and sharp-eyed, clearly handpicked experts, not novices who had just stepped into the realm of legend.

Such a lineup, in any era, would be enough to overthrow a kingdom.

They had been walking in the rain for three days.

The large number of legendary creatures, when gathered together, create a powerful energy field, attracting the attention of the Aura satellite.

Therefore, instead of flying at high speed, they concealed their presence, taking steady steps and slowly approaching the place where the Red Emperor slept. Rain washed away their footprints, and the howling wind erased their presence.

Even so, everyone remained on edge.

Because they knew that this trip could not afford the slightest mistake.

Varta walked at the front, his steps steady, his eyes scanning the surrounding terrain.

He has all the intelligence provided by the ASEAN spellcasters in his memory, and he knows every detail by heart.

However, the real guide was Afra.

She held a dark red sphere in her hand.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that it is composed of many layers of fragmented scales, with a faint light flowing between the gaps. Every time you walk a certain distance, the light will flicker slightly, as if responding to something.

How much further?

"Valta asked in a low voice."

Afra stared at the dragon scale ball in her hand, and after a moment replied softly, "It's very close. My senses tell me that he is sleeping not far ahead, no more than twenty miles away."

“These broken scales are restless; they have sensed the presence of the main body.”

"Where is it probably sleeping?"

"Walta asked, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding mountains," he said.

Afra raised her head and said, "It should be underground."

"He buried himself deep underground, a common way for dragons to sleep. They find a secluded place, dig through the rock, bury themselves, seal the entrance, and remain hidden and quiet to avoid being disturbed."

"Dragons like the Red Emperor often choose the thickest rock layers when they sleep, which may be more than a thousand meters deep."

Varta nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The procession continued onward.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky was getting darker and darker, making it almost impossible to tell whether it was day or dusk.

The leaden-gray clouds looked as if they were about to collapse. Occasionally, lightning would strike the distant mountain ridges, flashing briefly before being extinguished by rain, leaving behind charred marks and rising white smoke.

Finally, Afra stopped.

She stood still, her gaze fixed on an ordinary-looking hill in front of her.

The hill was low and gently sloping, covered with low shrubs and weeds. Rainwater flowed down the slope and gathered at the bottom to form a muddy stream. It was no different from any other hill, nothing unusual about it.

But Afra knew it was right below.

Deep beneath the rock layers slumber a dragon that makes Atlantis tremble.

The dragon scale ball in her hand was dazzlingly bright, and every broken scale was trembling, emitting a faint buzzing sound, as if it wanted to break free from her control and fly towards its original body underground.

"This is it."

She said softly.

The sound was very low, almost swallowed by the rain, but it made everyone stop in their tracks.

Varta walked up to her, his gaze falling on the unassuming hill.

He stared for a long time, trying to discern something, but he couldn't see anything.

If it weren't for Afra's magical tracing and location tracking, they could walk past this place a hundred times and still not discover that the Lord of the North was sleeping beneath their feet.

"you sure?"

He asked, his voice tinged with caution.

It's not that I doubt Afra's abilities; at a time like this, any uncertainty could cause the entire plan to fail.

Afra raised the ball in her hand slightly.

The light suddenly shone brighter than ever before, as if trying to break free from her grasp and pointing straight to the ground.

Afra said with certainty, "Deep down here, these scale fragments come from his body and are of the same origin as his aura. The reaction is not wrong."

“They are almost cheering now, guiding me to him.”

Varta took a deep breath, glanced around, and then looked at Afra.

"Now it's up to you."

He knew that the real test had just begun. Finding the place where the dragon slept was only the first step. The most crucial thing was how to deliver the fatal blow without waking the dragon.

Afra nodded.

She looked up at the churning clouds in the sky, as if she were calculating something.

At the same time, her expression became serious. What she was about to do was a huge test, even for a Grand Spellcaster like herself.

"I need to construct a magic circle here."

She said, "Once it takes shape, it will cover this area, unleash the power of destiny, pierce through the earth, and strike the sleeping dragon."

"Could it possess the power of destiny?"

One of Farrell's champions was slightly moved.

Afra glanced at him and said calmly, "Don't forget my profession. If I had the same amount of time to prepare, I could destroy the floating city in one blow, just like the Red Emperor. The power of a spellcaster is never found in direct combat."

Her tone was calm, but the confidence in her words was invigorating to everyone.

The biggest difference between spellcasters and other professions is that their strengths and weaknesses are extremely distinct.

The downside is that it is relatively fragile. Powerful spells require a long preparation time. When faced with a sudden battle, it may be at a disadvantage or even killed by an opponent of a lower level.

There are many such examples in history.

Its advantage lies in the extremely powerful effects of its spells.

As long as the materials are prepared in advance and the magic is constructed at the right time, the caster can unleash power far exceeding their current level.

Afra paused for a moment, then continued, "Now, there are two questions."

"First, the construction of this magic array takes time."

"I need to concentrate and not be disturbed. Moreover, my spellcasting will cause great disturbance to the surrounding environment. With my control over the elements, I will not awaken the dragons before the attack lands. But the legends of Aura, those awake dragons, will definitely notice."

Afra's gaze turned serious: "This is the second question."

"The current downpour and thunder will serve as cover for me, but the changes will become more and more drastic and obvious. The legends of Aura are not blind; they will notice and come to investigate."

“If they get too close and spot us, they will stop us at all costs.”

"And if the battle takes place too close..."

Varta picked up the conversation, his gaze sharpening: "The aftermath of the battle will awaken the Red Emperor."

“Yes.” Afra nodded. “If he wakes up prematurely, my spells may be ineffective.”

The rain was still falling, pattering against the cloak with a dense sound.

Thunder rumbled across the sky, and lightning occasionally illuminated the faces of the crowd, each face etched with solemnity.

After a moment, Varta spoke.

“We’ve discussed this before. Proceed as planned and intercept Aura’s legend from a distance.”

Afra looked at him and nodded slightly: "The farther the better, at least a hundred miles away from here, so that we can ensure that the aftershocks of the battle are not too strong. We will have a higher success rate if we start the battle after the Red Emperor is severely injured."

Varta nodded, his gaze sweeping across the crowd behind him.

The two champions stepped forward.

One is Farrell's War Crown, the Arcane Knight, Cohen.

He was a burly man with bulging muscles. He had a scar on his face that ran diagonally from his left eyebrow to the corner of his mouth. It was a mark left from fighting a ferocious beast when he was young. He held a warhammer, the head of which gleamed faintly.

The other is Cecilia, the Guardian Crown of Latona and the Watchful Paladin.

She was tall and slender, dressed in heavy silver-gray armor with intricate defensive runes. Her aura was as steady as a mountain. Standing in the rain, the raindrops would automatically slide away around her, leaving not a drop of water on her.

"Let's go to the outer perimeter."

Cohen spoke, his voice rough and deep.

He stretched his shoulders, making a cracking sound from his joints, then grinned: "You guys relax and prepare. Leave the outer perimeter to us. The two of us, along with the other legends, will hold off Aura's monsters."

Upon hearing this, the legends below the Grand rank also echoed his sentiments.

They were all survivors of countless battles, having experienced too many life-or-death trials, and knew that what was needed in such times was determination, not hesitation.

"Yes, leave it to us!"

"Let them see the power of ASEAN and the South Pacific!"

"Even if the Red Emperor himself comes, we will still try to stop him."

Varta raised his hand, signaling them to be quiet.

His gaze was serious as he slowly said, "Don't let your guard down. Although the legendary figures of Aura are not of high rank, they are like their emperors and can generally fight beyond their level. They cannot be measured by the ordinary rank system."

Cecilia nodded gently: "We don't need to win, we just need to stop them."

"Hold the line and buy time, that's our only goal, and we can do it."

Varta looked at them, then slowly nodded: "Then I'll leave it to you."

"Remember, our goal is to hold them off, not to fight to the death. Once the spell here is complete and the Red Emperor is severely injured, we'll regroup and finish off the remaining enemies together."

Cohen turned around and waved his hand: "It's rare to see a Grand rank spell being cast, this trip is worth it!"

"Let's go! Let's make room for the Crown of Magic so she can have a good performance!"

The legends nodded in unison and followed Cohen and Cecilia back the way they had come.

Their footsteps pounded in the mud, making a dull thud that was quickly swallowed by the sound of the rain, and their figures gradually disappeared into the rain curtain.

Varta withdrew his gaze and looked at Afra: "It's up to you now."

Afra nodded, her expression completely calm, having entered the focused state of a spellcaster.

She looked at the other Grandmasters and said, "You all stay at your peak and don't waste a single ounce of your power."

"Wait until my spell is cast and the Red Emperor is severely injured before you make your move. That will be the real battle, the one that will determine our life or death."

The other two champions nodded slightly.

Farrell's Iron Crown, Kahn, the Sanda Monk.

His body was like steel, every muscle containing explosive power, capable of tearing steel apart with his bare hands.

Latona's Crown of Secret Dance, Celine, the Sharpshooter Ranger, has eyes as sharp as an eagle's, as if she could pierce through the rain and see enemies a thousand miles away.

Their mission was for Afra to complete her spell, and then, in conjunction with the Triad Grand and the Magic Grand, launch a fierce attack on the heavily injured and weakened Red Emperor, giving him no chance to breathe.

"Let's begin then."

"Valta said in a deep voice."

Afra took a deep breath and raised her right hand.

She opened her palm, and then a small, illusory magic tower rose from her palm.

It is only the size of a palm, crystal clear, as if carved from crystal. The tower is divided into seven layers, each with different runes flashing. At the very top is a pale blue gem that emits a faint light.

Afra held up the magic tower and gently lifted it upwards.

The magic tower rose, left her palm, and hovered in mid-air.

Then, it began to solidify and grow larger, as if it had descended into the material world from some dimensional space. The tower gradually became thicker, the runes began to flow, and the light began to spread.

Soon, it transformed into a true giant tower.

The gem at the very top has now transformed into a dazzling blue light, like a miniature star. Rainwater falling on the tower evaporates directly into mist, forming a hazy halo around it.

Afra leaped lightly, her figure floating up and landing at the very top of the magic tower.

Her robes fluttered in the wind, and her long hair flew in the breeze.

The rain fell around her, turning into mist that enveloped her in a hazy halo, making her appear extraordinary.

She looked down at Varta and nodded gently.

Then, the magic tower flickered, vanished into nothingness, and reappeared among the clouds in the next second.

As Afra's chanting began, countless flowing runes appeared on the tower, each rune seemingly coming to life.

Initially, nothing else changed.

But soon, the clouds in the sky began to swirl.

The thick, lead-gray clouds, which had been slowly churning, began to rotate slowly around the magic tower where Afra was located.

The clouds were stirred, pulled, and torn apart, gradually forming a huge vortex.

At the center of the vortex was the very top of that magic tower.

The surrounding dark clouds were constantly being drawn in, joining the swirling motion and making the vortex grow larger and larger.

The lightning began to become more frequent.

The lightning, which had previously only occasionally tore through the clouds, now became more frequent, striking one after another.

The thunder became deafening.

A series of deafening explosions followed one after another, almost without pause. The earth trembled slightly, and raindrops falling to the ground were jolted up, forming a fine mist.

The rain intensified.

What was originally just a dense drizzle has now turned into a torrential downpour, as if a hole has been punched in the sky and all the water is pouring down.

As Afra said, the celestial phenomena changed, and the reaction was violent.

"This omen and sense of oppression... the forbidden spell of the Grand Rank is comparable to the power of destiny."

"Valta whispered, his eyes fixed on the vortex in the sky."

He had seen many spellcasters, but such a magnificent spell precursor was truly rare.

This is not simply the manipulation of elements, but more like guiding celestial phenomena and mastering nature.

Meanwhile, in the Crimson Emperor's Royal City.

In the rain, a purple figure was bathed in the wind and rain.

His figure was tall and elegant, covered with amethyst scales that shimmered with a faint light as the rain washed over him.

Amethyst Dragon, Yseramas.

At this moment, he was gazing at the distant sky, his gaze becoming solemn, as solemn as solidified amethyst.

The weather there... seems off.

The rainy season had come to the Lane Plateau more than once; he had seen torrential rains and thunderstorms many times. But he had never seen anything like this before, and all the anomalies were concentrated in the same direction.

The clouds swirled, thunder roared and rain poured down, like the end of the world.

"Someone is casting a spell?! And it's a massive magic array."

He felt a slight chill run down his spine.

The key point is that the direction of the celestial changes was precisely where the emperor was sleeping.

Iseramas, quick-witted as lightning, instantly realized the gravity of the situation.

The enemy has arrived. They have found the place where the emperor is sleeping and intend to launch an attack while he is asleep.

hum!
His eyes suddenly lit up.

“There are unusual phenomena near the area where His Majesty the Emperor is sleeping, in Gorton, Ryan Plateau.”

The whispers of the amethyst dragon resounded directly in the Iron Dragon Prince's mind, while also conveying what he had seen and heard.

"Please protect the royal city. I will summon the kingdom's legends and head there immediately."

Gordon's voice came immediately.

Meanwhile, in the upper echelons of the Dragon Court.

Tie Long's gaze pierced through the rain, looking in the direction of the lightning and thunder.

He took a deep breath, took out a dragon scale-shaped communication device, and lit it.

With a flash of light, his voice echoed in every corner.

"Legends of Aura! Someone has dared to harm our King! They have found the Emperor's slumbering place. It is time to show your strength! Fight for the great Red Emperor! For our King! For the glory of Aura!"

"Destination: The Emperor's slumbering place! Let's go!"

At Tie Long's command, it flapped its wings and charged toward the scene of the incident.

Immediately afterwards, one figure after another soared into the sky. More than a dozen figures, like shooting stars, tore through the vast rain curtain and sped off in that direction.

In the pouring rain, a major battle was about to erupt.

The magic tower stands tall in the clouds, its runes flowing like a cascading galaxy.

Afra stood atop the tower, her face solemn, her chanting clearly audible even amidst the thunder.

Her voice was long and drawn out, and she was surrounded by layers of magical aura, each layer representing a completed spell sequence.

The vortex in the sky spun deeper and deeper, and lightning danced wildly among the clouds.

It was as if the entire world was trembling in anticipation of the impending divine mandate.

Meanwhile, in the distance, through the rain, more than a dozen figures were rapidly approaching, while others stood ready for battle.

"Stop the spellcaster!"

"Interrupt her spellcasting at all costs!"

Gorton growled, his gaze fixed on the magical crown nestled among the clouds.

At the same time, two pairs of eyes fell on Tie Long.

The Crown of War and the Crown of Guardians, both grand titles, have been locked onto the Iron Dragon Prince.

They knew that this iron dragon was a blood relative of the Red Emperor. Although its rank was not high, killing it would severely damage the morale of the other Aura Legends.

"Kill him first."

Cohen and Cecilia exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with the same killing intent. The next second, the two Grandmasters moved simultaneously without hesitation. Their figures left two afterimages in the rain as they rapidly approached Iron Dragon.

Gordon was just an ordinary legend.

Although the Iron Dragon's body is incredibly tough and renowned for its defense among dragons, it is essentially powerless to resist if attacked by two Grand Dragons. It will be killed in a very short time, without even a chance to struggle.

"You really think highly of me."

Gorton's breathing became heavy, and his heart pounded like a drum, but he did not flee.

He stared at the two Grand Humans, his expression unreadable beneath his heavy visor, and no fear in his eyes.

hum!hum!
Two enormous beams of light suddenly descended from the sky.

One strip is pure white, the other is crimson.

They pierced through the thick clouds, carrying an aura of majesty seemingly from the heavens, and crashed heavily onto the two crown-level humans. Wherever the beams of light passed, the rain evaporated instantly, the air vibrated violently, and the ground began to crack.

"Get out of the way!"

Cohen reacted extremely quickly, twisting his body abruptly in mid-air, stepping into the air with one foot. The air exploded into a white ring of energy, and he flew horizontally, barely grazing the edge of the pillar of light.

Cecilia also dodged quickly.

Her figure left several afterimages in the rain, her shield protecting her as she used the recoil to dodge the bombardment of the beam of light.

Boom!

A burst of light erupted, and the shockwave tore the surrounding rain into pieces. Countless raindrops were instantly evaporated into mist, the ground shook violently, gravel flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

At the same time, two figures emerged from the pillar of light.

The figure on the left is humanoid, not large, about the size of an average person, and its entire body is formed from pure energy, radiating a dazzling white light.

His face was blurry, only his eyes were clearly visible.

However, it gives people a sense of calm and majesty, with the temperament and dignity of a monarch.

The figure on the right is also formed from condensed energy.

Its size was enormous, and its shape was exactly that of a giant dragon. It was over a hundred meters long from head to tail, and its entire body was covered with dark red dragon scales. Its claws and teeth were as sharp as knives. Even though it did not open its mouth, the sounds of clashing weapons and war shouts could be heard all around it.

Heavenly Holy Spirit, Aura Dragon Spirit.

Two beings comparable to Grand Rank have descended upon this place at the same time.

"Do you think they can rival us true Grand Masters?"

Cohen snorted and charged out again.

His weapon was a warhammer, its head gleaming with dazzling light, and he charged toward the Holy Spirit like a cannonball.

The Holy Spirit raised his hand.

hum!
The Domain of Destiny spread out, and the invisible power instantly expanded, completely enveloping the Crown of War in an instant, disintegrating its Crown Domain, and making every step it took bear enormous pressure, as if an entire mountain was pressing down on its shoulders.

Cohen's speed dropped sharply, and his movements became sluggish.

He felt as if he were wading through swamps, each step requiring immense effort, but he continued forward, the light on his warhammer never fading.

Legends in ASEAN and the South are aware of the existence of this Holy Spirit.

When its domain unfolded, apart from those directly facing the Holy Spirit's Crown of War, other legends kept their distance as much as possible to avoid being suppressed by the domain of destiny.

They dispersed, each seeking out their own adversaries, forming new battlefronts.

Meanwhile, Cecilia was already facing off against Aura Dragon Spirit.

A 100-meter-long, dark red dragon descended from the sky, slamming its claw towards the Guardian Crown.

Its attacks cover a wide area, its claws tearing through the air with a piercing shriek, and the rain is squeezed into a white mist by the immense force.

Cecilia did not dodge.

She raised her left arm and held up a silver shield.

It was originally just an ordinary half-body shield, but now, under the infusion of holy light, it has expanded into a giant shield like a city wall, with countless intricate defensive runes appearing on its surface. Each rune is burning, releasing protective power.

boom!
The dragon's claw slammed into the shield, unleashing a shockwave.

The light shield shattered, and both the man and the dragon were sent flying backwards.

"It's a pity that it can't be teleported directly to the caster's side."

Tie Long sighed inwardly, his gaze quickly sweeping over the fiercely battling champions.

He originally intended for the Sanctuary to directly project the Aura Dragon Spirit and the Holy Spirit of Destiny around the magic tower to interrupt the spell being constructed, but the enemy must have anticipated this, as the swirling clouds carried some kind of power that blocked teleportation.

At this time, more Aura Legends arrived on the battlefield.

The Gluttonous Demon Karu roared, his body as solid as an iron tower, as he lunged at a legendary Farrell.

Elvie the centaur did not engage in direct combat. She stood atop a hill, her longbow fully drawn, her sharp gaze sweeping over the weak points of each legendary figure.

Russell the werewolf transformed into a dark shadow, weaving through the rain, searching for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

High in the sky, the dragon's roar drowned out the thunder.

The red dragon Garkro and the white dragon Beskar, both now legendary, flapped their wings and charged toward the defensive line formed by human legends.

The battle erupted in full force.

Tie Long composed himself and glanced at the legends blocking his way.

His opponent was a burly warrior who wielded a massive sword as wide as a door panel, its blade engraved with battle patterns. His aura was calm, and his gaze was resolute; he was clearly no weakling.

Iron Dragon locked onto its target, flapped its wings, and charged towards it.

Iron wings tore through the rain, his speed increasing, the iron dragon body gradually accelerating in the charge, like a falling meteor.

The legendary warrior gripped his greatsword tightly with both hands, facing the charging iron dragon head-on.

hum!
The blade gleamed, and the battle patterns began to burn, extending for a hundred meters.

With a flick of his arm, the greatsword drew a perfect arc in the air and slashed fiercely at the iron dragon. Wherever the sword light passed, the rain was cut in two, creating a brief vacuum zone.

Iron Dragon narrowed his eyes, shifted his body slightly to the side, and rammed directly into the opponent using his shoulder armor.

clang!
The greatsword's edge struck Gorton's shoulder, sending out red-hot sparks that illuminated the surrounding rain.

The dragon's scales cracked, revealing fine fissures, and blood seeped out. The power of this attack was almost exhausted, and the sword's edge dissipated, leaving only shallow wounds on the iron dragon's body.

Iron Dragon charged at full speed, slapping a claw at the human warrior.

the other side.

Garclaw's gaze swept across the battlefield, quickly locking onto a target.

He was a legend of ASEAN, tall and slender, wearing a cloak woven from feathers and leaves.

The feathers on the cloak remained fluffy in the rain, and the runes on the leaves glowed faintly. Judging from his attire and aura, he was a rare druid.

"You are the one."

The red dragon's roar tore through the rain as it charged toward its target.

He had only recently risen to legendary status and needed a victory to prove himself.

call!
The dragon's energy surged, forming an additional pair of giant arms on the red dragon's body.

Opposite them, a dazzling light burst forth from the human body.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared, replaced by a giant eagle with a huge wingspan, even larger than the red dragon. Its feathers were blue with golden edges, its eyes were sharp as knives, and its talons were like hooks.

The giant eagle raised its head and cried out, its voice shattering the clouds.

With a flap of its wings, it transformed into a streak of blue light, hurtling straight at Garcro with astonishing speed.

The red dragon's pupils contracted, and before it could react, the giant eagle had already pounced on it.

Claws tore through the rain, aiming straight for his eyes.

The red dragon turned its head to avoid the attack, but the giant eagle was too fast. Its sharp claws grazed the dragon's head, leaving three deep bloody marks on the masked face.

The giant eagle circled briefly, its body tracing a dangerous arc in the rain, before swooping down again.

This time it was an eagle's beak, piercing the red dragon's throat like a spear, with incredible speed.

Garclaw extended all four arms, reaching for the giant eagle's body.

But the giant eagle was incredibly agile. With a turn in mid-air, it easily dodged his four arms, while its claws lashed out again, leaving a deep bloody gash on his chest and shattering his scales.

In a short time, the red dragon's scales tore apart, its flesh rolled back, and it was injured in many places, its scales stained red with blood.

The giant eagle, however, was unharmed and circled in the air, ready to strike again at any moment.

Clearly, Garclaw chose an opponent of a much higher level than himself, which put him at a disadvantage from the very beginning.

The rain grew heavier and the thunder grew louder.

"That's the feeling, the pain..."

After a fierce battle, the red dragon Garclaw grinned, blood sliding down his visor.

His smile held an almost manic sense of satisfaction, as if the pain was not torture for him, but rather a long-lost nourishment.

With a sudden flap of his wings, his figure soared into the sky, heading towards the direction behind the blockade. The giant eagle followed closely behind, moving even faster, its azure figure leaving a trail of afterimages in the rain, and in the blink of an eye, it caught up with him.

But just as the giant eagle was about to launch another attack, Garclaw's wings stretched to their limit and suddenly came to a stop.

The red dragon's arms opened simultaneously, reaching out to grab the giant eagle from different directions.

This was his first real counterattack.

The giant eagle reacted extremely quickly, its wings snapping shut and its body plummeting downwards to avoid the attack.

"pity."

The red dragon whispered and immediately swooped down to give chase.

Two colossal beasts chased and tore at each other among the clouds, with only a faint red light and a streak of blue light visible as they weaved through the dense rain.

The giant eagle has a clear speed advantage.

Each of its attacks landed precisely on Garcro, its claws tearing through scales and its beak spitting out wounds. The red dragon's blood mingled with the rain and rained down from the sky.

But the druid gradually noticed something was wrong.

García doesn't seem to get weaker because of his injuries.

On the contrary, every time I hit him, his next counterattack becomes even faster.

It is faster, reacts faster, and attacks from more tricky angles.

It was as if a volcano was hidden inside this red dragon.

With each drop of blood shed, the volcano erupts even more violently.

And this is one of Galcro's characteristics.

Bloodborne: Warlike blood flows through your veins; the fiercer the battle, the more excited you become; the more wounded you are, the stronger you grow. With each drop of blood, your reaction speed and attack speed will increase.

This trait is similar to his father's unwavering perseverance, but with subtle differences.

The druid felt a sudden sense of unease.

He found that his once solid speed advantage was gradually being lost.

Tear!

The red dragon's claws slashed towards the giant eagle's wing roots, but the druid flapped his wings rapidly and retreated explosively, barely avoiding the attack.

Just then, an arrow came whistling through the air.

It tore through the dense rain with astonishing speed, aiming straight for the giant eagle's heart. The timing of this arrow was perfect, just as the druid had completed his dodge and was not yet fully stable.

Suddenly, a pale blue shield materialized in front of the druid.

Whoosh!
The arrow struck the shield, its angle instantly deflected, and shot far into the sky, disappearing into the dark clouds.

Elvie narrowed her eyes, peering through the rain at a human sorcerer on the other side.

The warlock lightly waved his staff, the gem at its tip shimmering faintly, maintaining a wary distance, ready to strike again at any moment. Seeing this, Elvie said nothing, simply nocking another arrow and scanning the battlefield with her gaze.

In the sky, the red dragon and the giant eagle clashed once again.

Time passed amidst the fierce battle.

For Aura's side, the current situation is not optimistic.

The attackers were clearly well-prepared; each of the legends was highly experienced. They held key positions firmly, forming a tight blockade to prevent the Aura legends from advancing.

The lords under Aura's command, including the Purple Crystal Dragon Lion, have received the news and are on their way here.

However, they were either far away in the Wilderness of Sel or in the Middle-earth, and were not directly stationed near the Red Emperor's capital. This distance could not be crossed in a short time.

That's too late.

In the sky, the enormous vortex stopped spinning.

A strong sense of oppression came from the sky, and all the legends raised their heads in unison, looking towards the top of the magic tower.

Afra's figure was clearly visible.

Her robes fluttered in the wind, her long hair flew in the rain, and her hands were raised high, as if supporting something extremely heavy.

Dark clouds, lightning, rain.

They seemed to come alive, beginning to converge and take shape.

At the same time, as Afra's last syllable fell, the spell was finally completed.

It was formed from dark clouds, its blade from torrential rain, and its edge from lightning.

How big is this sword?

No one can say for sure.

Its hilt was hidden in the thick clouds, its blade was as wide as a mountain ridge, and its edge was so sharp that it seemed capable of cutting through the sky itself.

It was entirely black, yet it was wreathed in countless silver-white lightning bolts, which danced and leaped across the sword, emitting a piercing hissing sound.

A terrifying power emanated from the greatsword, making the legends below almost unable to breathe.

"go."

Afra whispered, slowly pressing her hands down.

As she moved, the greatsword moved.

It slowly descended, initially very slowly, but the speed increased, the tip of the sword tearing through the thick clouds, the blade slicing through the gray sky, carrying earth-shattering power, and piercing straight down towards the earth.

The air was shrieking, and space was trembling.

The legends on Aura's side went almost mad, trying to break through the blockade, but the attackers held firm and refused to give an inch.

That's too late.

The celestial giant sword appeared slow but was actually fast, and in the blink of an eye, it landed on the ground.

The ground was silently cleaved open by the sword tip, just like the surface of water.

Rocks melted, soil evaporated, and the giant sword inch by inch sank into the earth, piercing deeper and deeper. In the blink of an eye, more than half of the giant sword had already sunk into the ground.

Seeing this, the legends from ASEAN and the South Pacific showed expressions of anticipation, and their breathing became heavy.

Who knows, this attack might actually kill the sleeping Red Emperor...

They were thinking to themselves.

But in that instant, the giant sword stopped.

Half of it had already sunk into the ground, but suddenly it seemed to have struck something unshakable, and its sinking momentum came to an abrupt halt.

Then, it started to rise.

It was as if it was being lifted up by something, rising little by little, inch by inch, from the ground.

The ground began to crack.

Countless cracks spread outwards from the sword's body in all directions, like a dense spider web, growing larger and deeper with each passing moment.

Boom!

The earth collapsed.

Rocks flew into the sky, and dust filled the air.

A gigantic figure slowly rose from the ground.

That's a dragon.

A giant dragon with one head, three heads, and six arms.

His scales, dried from his long slumber, clung tightly to his muscles, making him appear somewhat thin. Yet, the muscle definition remained clearly visible, as if carved by a knife and axe, brimming with explosive power.

The long-dormant Red Emperor thus appeared in everyone's sight.

A body of flesh and blood faces a giant sword formed from celestial phenomena.

Even the size of a dragon appears tiny in front of this sword. The Celestial Phenomenon Great Sword is as majestic as a mountain, spanning the heavens and the earth, while the Red Emperor, though enormous, is merely a rock at the foot of the mountain.

However, he gripped the tip of the sword tightly with three pairs of dragon claws.

No matter how much the giant sword trembled and pressed down, it could not descend any further. Instead, it was lifted up little by little and carried into the air.

What a terrifying power this is!

This scene left all the legends in awe.

Afra's expression changed slightly.

She quickly uttered incantations, and the magic tower beneath her began to rotate layer by layer, each layer lighting up with different runes, providing her with various enhancements.

The Celestial Phenomenon Greatsword trembled violently, countless complex runes appeared on its surface, and it emitted an even more dangerous aura.

But it was still firmly held back.

hum!
The silver patterns on the dragon's wrists also began to shimmer.

Claws that Annihilate the Law!

He let out a low growl.

Click, click.
The scales on the dragon's arm began to crack, and blood seeped from the cracks, turning into billowing flames as soon as it flowed out. Beneath the cracked scales, the muscles were taut, the veins bulged, and every blood vessel was clearly visible.

At the same time, the giant sword's trembling turned into shaking.

Cracks began to appear on the jet-black sword.

They start from the tip of the sword and spread upwards along the blade, becoming more and more numerous, crisscrossing and covering the entire blade, like porcelain about to shatter.

Finally, it exploded!!!
The giant sword shattered.

Countless fragments scattered and flew everywhere, turning into dark clouds, bolts of lightning, and torrential rain.

Afra let out a muffled groan, her body swayed, a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth, and her face turned pale.

At the same time, the celestial phenomena that had been forcibly compressed were now released, once again enveloping the entire Ryan Plateau. Thunder rumbled, rain poured down, and the world was shrouded in chaos.

"All things, life and death, are within my control; life and death are determined by my heart."

"No need for prayers, there will be no miracles. Your lives now belong to me."

The dragon's voice was deep and resonant, piercing through the rain and thunder, reaching the ears of everyone present.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

The sounds of rain, thunder, wind, and even the heavy breathing of those legends were all swallowed up by an invisible sense of oppression.

Everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the giant, reddish-brown dragon.

Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the Red Emperor's body. He stood in the rain, in the thunder, in the wind, with all six arms outstretched and three heads raised to the sky, standing tall between heaven and earth.

The might of Heaven was magnificent, yet it seemed to pale in comparison to him.

(End of this chapter)