Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 527 Storm Dragon's Lament: The Truth of Betrayal from Heaven to Hell

The floor of the old Tibetan cave was covered in blood, which had even reached above ankle level in some places.

It contains melted snow from battles and explosions, the blood of humans, elves, orcs, and wyverns...

Now, the blood of the true dragon race is about to be added.

So far, all the parties involved in the conflict are still in a daze.

For the Han Hai delegation, they had just discussed comprehensive cooperation with the Dragon Clan, and both sides had shown great sincerity. Just when it seemed that the visit was about to end successfully, they were suddenly attacked.

Most of the guards were lying on the ground, some still breathing, others dead or alive. The healers and medics cried and tried their best to save them, but the number of casualties kept rising.

In Xia Chenghui's memory, even in the direct battles against the Beastmen and Green Pine, the Vast Ocean had never suffered such heavy casualties.

The young regimental commander's eyes had lost their luster; he was only managing to direct the resistance with the instincts honed in military school.

For Yalong, this was originally expected to be an easy and devastating surprise attack.

They knew best how greedy and cowardly those weak humans were. If they quickly killed a few of them, the humans would scatter like a flock of frightened sheep, running away in all directions, even trampling each other.

Grimm brought so many wyverns not to fight against humans, but to block any possible rescue attempts by the true dragons.

Once these lowly two-legged beasts are wiped out, the true dragon race will be forced to sever its ties with the Vast Ocean, and will once again find itself in a situation with no other choice.

Even if they are unwilling, the dragon race still has to rely on the sub-dragon race to maintain their living environment.

That's enough. That's all the dragon's brain can think of; they mostly use their muscles, not their brains. But at least this first step is clear and logical.

Then, before the real dragon even appeared, nearly half of the dragon warriors perished at the entrance of this small cave, while those despicable humans were still alive.

Even if they win this battle, the severely damaged sub-dragon population will most likely lose its pivotal position among the dragon race.

Grimm glanced down at the scattered blood holes in his body, his whole body blazing with rage, his eyes bloodshot.

The current leader of the dragons has lost all reason and only wants to destroy everything here.

Alex, the chieftain of the Crimson Dragon Clan, who had just arrived at the battlefield, was also plunged into great shock and fear.

Who ordered the Wyverns to launch an attack on the human race?

Is it that guy Lan Lin? Or the Purple Dragon Clan? I heard the Purple Dragon cub's tempering failed; could it be a deliberate act of revenge?
That's impossible! True dragons aren't madmen. If we're talking about the madst one, the most unfriendly to humans, that would be me, the Crimson Dragon...

But that's in the past. I've been spending these past few days with the humans, trying my best to befriend them!
No, as soon as I returned to the lair today, the humans were attacked. Will they suspect that I did it on purpose? Who is framing me?

Furthermore, these damned worms actually ignored the bloodline suppression and dared to attack me as well.

Is the world about to end?
Alex didn't have time to think any further, because a wyvern's claw was already in front of him.

As genetically engineered beings with formidable physical strength, dragons sometimes react faster with their bodies than with their minds. Even before they could fully grasp the logic, Alex's body had already blocked the path of the Han Hai delegation.

He was attacked by the now-enraged dragon race.

In this confined space, because only a limited number of wyverns can launch attacks, Alex has an absolute advantage. The wyverns' bites and impacts can only leave some minor, painless wounds on the Red Dragon Chieftain's tough scales, but every counterattack from the true dragon is a devastating blow, with bones broken and flesh flying everywhere.

But Alex also has his own troubles.

In order to cover the Han Hai delegation, he had to position his body as a fixed obstacle, which meant that when facing attacks, he could only use his body to withstand them and could not dodge them. Even adjusting his position was severely limited.

The dragon's claws and fangs repeatedly struck Alex's body, the attacks coming in waves, never ceasing.

The two sides engaged in a pure physical battle reminiscent of barbarians.

One after another, the sub-dragons, their eyes bloodshot, charged forward recklessly, biting, scratching, and ramming against the red dragon's broad body with all their might. With each attack, the small wounds widened from the repeated tearing, and the injuries gradually worsened.

When the first wyvern's head rammed into him, Alex directly slammed his skull against it. With a loud crash, the wyvern's entire face caved in, its long snout was completely flattened, and its protruding nose and upper jaw became a blurry mess. Blood and broken teeth spurted from the corners of its mouth.

Almost simultaneously, another wyvern pounced from the side, its claws tearing open an old scar on Alex's left spine where a plate of armor had not yet fully healed.

The tender new flesh, still tinged with pink, was now completely ripped open, skin and all, and dark red dragon blood gushed out instantly, rolling down the grooves of the shoulder blade.

Alex grunted and lashed out with a ferocious claw, tearing half of the dragon's wing apart, skin and bone, revealing pink muscle and white fascia beneath, accompanied by a blood-curdling scream.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, a small wyvern crouched low and tried to slip past Alex from the side to attack the humans deep inside the cave.

Alex glanced at it sideways, then his tail swept across like a red-hot steel whip, lashing the dragon's hips hard.

With a crisp "crack," the dragon's pelvis shattered on the spot, its legs lost their support, and its entire hindquarters collapsed on the ground like a lump of mud. Its front half was still desperately twisting and swaying, struggling to crawl forward, its small claws scratching white marks on the rocks.

But it ultimately failed to get past Alex's body and its spine was broken by the enraged Red Dragon Chieftain.

Alex's consumption is also enormous.

Yalong was well aware of the strengths and weaknesses of the true dragon. In the back-and-forth pulling, Alex's unprotected abdomen was slashed open with wounds several meters long, crisscrossing each other, and the dark red inner skin and muscle fibers could be vaguely seen underneath.

A agonizing dragon's roar echoed through the cave, carrying the powerful, penetrating resonance unique to ancient creatures, causing the entire cavern to tremble. The remaining survivors of the Vast Ocean within the cave felt their heads reeling.

Outside the cave, a long, drawn-out dragon roar finally echoed.

Blue Scales have arrived.

The moment the Blue Dragon leader grasped the situation on the battlefield, he launched a magic attack that covered the entire area without hesitation.

Extreme cold storm.

A visible shockwave of ice erupted from Lan Lin's body, spreading outwards from him in all directions. It was an extremely cold power, imbued with magical corrosiveness, capable of freezing everything.

The Blue Dragon Clan was able to become the leader of the Seven-Colored Dragon Clan precisely because the snow-capped mountains were their home ground.

The Icefield Dragon Ancestor, Agorax, was a blue dragon. The blue dragons' ice-type talent played a crucial role in the dragon race's ability to establish itself in the Icefield.

The snow-capped mountain, already in an extremely low temperature state, seemed to be suddenly evacuated into a vacuum. The temperature continued to plummet at an alarming rate, and the residual water vapor in the air instantly expanded and condensed into countless tiny ice crystals, resembling scattered diamonds flying all over the sky.

The world turned ice blue.

Wherever the shockwave passed, the air froze, sound disappeared, and time seemed to be paused.

The first dragon to come into contact with the shockwave only managed to let out half a scream before the rest of its sound was frozen in its throat.

Starting from the point of contact, their bodies—scales, skin, muscles, bones—are permeated, filled, and solidified layer by layer by ice crystals. The liquid and semi-liquid blood, bone marrow, brain matter, and even the remaining excrement within their bodies are directly transformed into part of the ice crystals.

As the body fluids freeze, they expand rapidly, bursting blood vessels and tissues from the inside and creating a spiderweb-like network of cracks under the skin.

Blue frost spread along its body like vines, and within seconds, these enormous, thirty-meter-long objects were transformed into crystal-clear, immovable ice sculptures.

Their expressions were frozen on their faces—panic, fear, anger, despair…

The shockwave swept across the entire area with unstoppable force. Without exception, all the dragons that were still struggling, had already fallen to the ground, were trying to escape, or were still roaring and attacking were pierced, covered, and frozen by this icy power.

The extreme cold storm stopped at the entrance of the Old Cave. Grimm, the wyvern leader, who was half inside and half outside the cave, turned around and looked at his lower body, which had been burst open, his eyes filled with incomprehension and disbelief.

From the waist down, its body was completely frozen, its skin cracked open, revealing the frozen mass of muscle and internal organs inside.

This is the true power of a dragon.

It possessed a devastating power it had never seen before.

Grimm finally got scared.

He struggled with all his might to twist his still-movable upper body, trying to retreat and escape this land of death, but Blue Scale spewed out another breath, a deep blue, almost black breath, which tightly enveloped his body.

As soon as it raised its head, ice crystals climbed onto its eyes; as soon as it spread its wings, frost covered its wing membranes.
It opened its mouth as if to say something, but the cold air had already filled its throat, freezing its vocal cords into a lump of ice.

The dragon leader remained frozen in the ice, its head half-turned, claws half-raised, mouth open, and tongue sticking out.

After unleashing its ultimate attack, the blue dragon leader swayed slightly, let out a hoarse roar that pierced through the snow-capped mountains, and then slowly lay down.

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Under the command of the Silver Dragon Chieftain who arrived shortly after, the dragons began the arduous task of taking stock of the battlefield and cleaning up. Among the True Dragons, the Crimson Dragon Chieftain Alex was severely wounded. A gash ran from his shoulder blade to the base of his tail on his back, deep enough to reveal the outline of his spine; his abdomen bore more than a dozen open wounds, the longest exceeding four meters; and several of the fingers on his claws were broken, exposing the white knuckles.

However, Alex can still move and speak, which is quite resilient.

Blue Dragon Chieftain Blue Scale collapsed from exhaustion. In his rage, he unleashed his full power, severely depleting his magical abilities. According to Silver Dragon's estimate, he would need to sleep for at least three days to regain consciousness, and it was unknown how long it would take to fully recover his magical power.

The Yalong team was basically wiped out.

Of the 250 dragons that rushed up the side peak where the Old Cave was located, except for a few seriously wounded ones that were thrown to the perimeter after being bombarded by missiles, the rest were all wiped out by the resistance of the Vast Sea Guard Corps, the explosion of the Eagle Strike missiles, and the extreme cold storm.

Under the magical effect of freezing even blood and cerebrospinal fluid, the creature's internal body, from blood vessels to tissues, was stretched to a pulp, leaving no possibility of survival.

The ice sculptures reflected a dazzling light under the lamplight. Each one encapsulated a once vibrant life, and each one represented a sin that the dragons could not forgive.

On the other side of Han Hai, apart from the few technicians and mages who were blocked at the back, all those who participated in the resistance were either killed or injured.

Captain Xia Chenghui was seriously injured, Vice Captain Dimo ​​and Jelly were seriously injured, Guard Captain Leonid was on the verge of death, Vice Captain Ronan was killed in action, and Angus was severely injured. A total of twenty-three team members died, three went missing, and the rest were also on the verge of death.

If it were wartime, this unit would already be ready to be reorganized.

In fact, Xia Chenghui was always firmly protected behind him, but when the dragon went berserk at the end, the rubble in the cave was used as a projectile weapon and was smashed wildly at the members of the visiting group. In order to shield the healer behind him from the bullet, Xia Chenghui took a stone bullet and half of his body was shattered.

After being given a [Life Praise], Xia Chenghui gasped for breath and, with all his might, struggled to make a deployment.

"Report the situation to the command center."

"If I become incapacitated, Comrade Thumb will take over command, and I ask him to designate a successor in advance."

"The Dragon Clan is requested to search for our missing comrade. We must find him alive or dead!"

"Please have the Jiuquan troops search carefully and see if they can bring back the souls of some of our fallen soldiers."

"We demand that the Dragon Clan thoroughly investigate the truth and give the Vast Ocean an explanation!"

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That night, in a fit of rage, the dragons detained all the remaining elderly, women, and children of the sub-dragons, awaiting their fate.

The young dragons, not understanding what was happening, stared wide-eyed at the towering dragons around them, emitting soft, meow-like whimpers. The female dragon crouched in a corner, clutching her cubs, too afraid to move or utter a sound. The elderly dragons huddled at the entrance of their nest, their cloudy eyes filled with fear and despair.

The search for the missing members of the Han Hai delegation has also yielded results. All three were thrown off the cliff during the battle on the outskirts. When they were found, two of them had already lost all vital signs.

Fortunately, one of the wounded rolled to the vicinity of the pseudo-dragon's nest. After being discovered by the pseudo-dragon, it was rescued and kept warm immediately, and finally managed to stay alive.

In a way, these little guys' actions saved them a chance to survive.

Next, the dragons will have to face the question of how to explain themselves.

The remaining five-colored dragon chieftain lay on the snow-capped peak, looking at the Sighing Ice Plains, which had collapsed and was now in ruins after the battle, his face ashen.

The avalanche tore the once smooth snow-capped mountains apart, and huge cracks in the ice blocks stretched across the mountain ridges like scars. Fine snowflakes began to fall from the sky, landing on the ice sculptures of dragons, layer upon layer, as if covering them with a white shroud.

In just one day, the dragon race almost fell from heaven to hell.

Just over ten hours ago, the Dragon Clan was still immersed in the joy of their great harvest. The comprehensive cooperation with the Vast Ocean, based on friendly exchanges, allowed them to obtain many things that they had been searching for but could not obtain before.

Beyond precious refining materials and a potential long-term food supply, the Vast Ocean also offered suggestions for cooperation regarding security, territory, and technology. The lord even publicly stated that, if conditions permitted, he could guide the dragons back to the continent, granting them an independent, protected territory and the establishment of their own nation.

Everything was moving in a positive direction; amidst the icy landscape, the dragons seemed to see a vibrant life force.

But now, everything is ruined.

The cliffs of Dragon's Nest bore charred marks left by missile explosions. The entrance to the Old Cave was piled high with the corpses of wyverns and ice sculptures. The human remains were neatly arranged, awaiting the arrival of personnel from the warships to collect them. A tremendous sense of oppression filled every dragon with an indescribable sense of panic.

"The reason why the dragons attacked humans has been figured out, right?"

The one who asked the question was Sig Silverlight, the silver dragon patriarch who had been overjoyed that his granddaughter had successfully escaped her juvenile state. He seemed to have aged considerably overnight, and his eyes had become cloudy.

"Yes!"

"According to the remaining wyverns, Grimm was worried that after the humans supplied us with materials and food, the true dragon race would no longer need the wyverns. Therefore, he tried to tear apart the relationship between Dragon Cliff and the Vast Sea by intercepting and killing them."

"Furthermore, during our search of the wyvern's lair, we discovered that Grimm's ambitions may extend beyond this."

"They secretly hid a lot of food beneath the excrement area of ​​the dragon's nest..."

"Bastard!"

Sig Silvershine's roar made half the snow-capped peak tremble.

This investigation also uncovered an unexpected truth: while the true dragons were starving and in a long period of hibernation, the sub-dragons had already begun to conceal and embezzle information by taking advantage of their executive power.

Like any organization or company with an aging leadership.

Hunting is usually led by true dragons, but a limited number of true dragons certainly cannot control ten times the number of sub-dragons.

They secretly hid these foods in various ways, such as underreporting their catch when hunting, deducting some portions when handing them over, or concealing some prey during transportation, and then burying them in the area of ​​wyvern dung that a true dragon would never inspect.

What are these dragons trying to do?
Sig shivered.

"How did they manage to break free from the suppression of their bloodline?"

In theory, true dragons have absolute bloodline suppression over lower-ranking dragons, but this time the sub-dragons have overturned this understanding. They not only betrayed the wishes of the true dragons, but also launched a direct attack on the red dragon chieftain Alex.

"Chieftain... We... we discovered through testing that as long as a sexually mature sub-dragon undergoes mating once, it can... resist the suppression of the dragon bloodline."

"We suspect that certain pheromones under these conditions activated certain genes in the maternal bloodline of the dragon."

The Purple Dragon leader, who had been listening quietly, stepped forward and slammed his giant claw heavily onto the cliff.

"So, all of Yalong's obedience all this time was just a facade?"

"Perhaps... the time was too short, we can't be absolutely certain, we need to do some more investigation..."

"So, the failure of our race's juvenile beings to be tempered was due to the wyvern's sabotage?"

Just recently, the seven-colored dragons who received the tempering materials from the Vast Ocean began tempering their cubs. The other six-colored dragons succeeded, but the purple dragons failed.

At that time, it was the turn of the Purple Dragon Clan to hunt, so the preliminary preparations for refining materials were carried out by their most trusted sub-dragon.

Now, all the dragons who participated in the preparations are dead, and the truth of the matter may never be known.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

The Purple Dragon Clan Chief has already accepted all of this.

With an angry roar, the purple dragon soared into the sky.

Sig Silvershine quickly stepped forward, blocking the Purple Dragon Clan Chief's path: "What are you trying to do?"

"I'm going to kill those beasts! Kill them all, kill them all!"

You can't go!

The Purple Dragon Clan Chief glared at the Silver Dragon Sig with eyes wide open, as if breathing fire.

"Say it again?"

You can't go!

The silver dragon leader remained expressionless and stiffly uttered a few words.

"Now, how we deal with Yalong is no longer up to us!"

(End of this chapter)