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Chapter 332 The Usurper's Kingdom: Sending Troops North! A Huge Seafood Harvest! (Please Subscribe)

The brutal scene of the bronze dragon killing the golden dragon before its death plunged the sky into a deathly silence.

Below, the monstrous ocean dragon drags the two giant dragon carcasses into the deep sea, and the boiling ocean steam is their final lament.

However, after a brief moment of shock, all the usurpers' gazes were drawn to the only remaining crimson dragon in the sky.

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Two out of three were removed, leaving only the last one.

The crimson dragon was covered in blood, its long body riddled with all sorts of hideous wounds.

The dragon knight, riding the dragon, looked around and then gave commands to the dragon, with whom he shared a telepathic connection.

The red dragon let out a mournful roar, then stopped fighting and flew towards the higher reaches of the sky.

"What does it want to do?"

A dragon knight watched the crimson figure soar higher and higher and sent out a surprised question through magical communication.

"What else can I do? I just want to see as far as I can before I die."

Another knight riding a blue dragon joked, but there was a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Everyone, be careful! That guy is the fastest of these dragons. Don't let it use that trick again and drag us all down with it!"

The scene of him killing a fellow soldier before he died had really terrified them.

"It's just a futile struggle of a dying man."

A dragon knight clad in dark brown heavy armor snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain.

The black dragon beneath him was also quite large, but compared to that dragon with a wingspan of hundreds of meters, it was more than three times smaller.

This is also why they have been unable to defeat these dragons for so long.

The larger the dragon, the stronger its magical power, magical defense, dragon flames, and attack power will be!

The size difference between them is too great; they simply can't win.

Otherwise, they would have swarmed forward long ago and torn each other to shreds with the most primitive yet decisive dragon-fighting melee.

There's no need to set up elaborate schemes, first besiege the opponent, and then use forced curses and a war of attrition to gradually wear down their magic.

"It's approaching seven thousand meters! It's almost in the no-fly zone!" the cautious blue dragon knight warned again. "The magical disturbances and thin air at that altitude—even if the dragon can withstand it, the half-dead knight on its back definitely won't hold up! Everyone be careful of its dying counterattack!"

The planet Sacred Star was placed under a divine restriction due to a problem with the alignment of the heavens. The further north you go, the lower the altitude of the restricted airspace becomes, and the higher you fly, the more dangerous it becomes.

The no-fly zone in the far north is over 5,000 meters high. As you move further south, the no-fly zone continues to rise, reaching a maximum of 30,000 meters.

The no-fly zone where they fought was approximately 7,000 meters above sea level.

The optimal altitude for aerial combat between the two sides is generally between two thousand and four thousand meters.

However, this is not relative.

Because the air is extremely thin above 6,000 meters, and there is also a huge amount of magical energy disturbance.

Many dragon riders are also able to fight at altitudes of six thousand meters or even eight thousand meters.

However, while the dragon could withstand that height, it was hard to say what would happen to a human knight in poor condition.

Damon, the dragon knight who rides the bloodthirsty red dragon, was previously injured and now afflicted with curses and poisons, making escape impossible.

"Haha, we'll be careful, but it's better if he goes and gets himself killed! It saves us a lot of trouble."

A cruel smile appeared on the face of the Soap-Armored Dragon Knight.

He leisurely rode the dragon, forming a huge encirclement below with the other knights, patiently waiting for their prey to fall from exhaustion.

In their eyes, the bloodthirsty red dragon and the heavily wounded knight on its back were already theirs for the taking.

Just be careful of the opponent's desperate counterattack before they die —

However, just when everyone thought the red dragon was about to rush into the sky and perish, the blood-red figure suddenly stopped after reaching its peak!

The next second, it turned its dragon head around and folded its wings!

The massive body, which had been struggling to climb upwards, instantly transformed into a straight, blood-red meteor, swooping down towards the dragon knight legion below!

That speed was three times faster than a falling meteorite!

"not good!"

"He's gone mad! This guy has completely lost his mind!"

"Get out of here! All of you, get the hell out of here!"

"Scatter! Scatter now!"

The swooping of the crimson meteor, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, cast the shadow of death into the pupils of every usurper knight.

A dragon with a wingspan of three hundred meters, delivering a desperate blow at the cost of burning its life force, is powerful enough to turn any flesh and blood into dust.

The disdain on the armored knight's face had long been replaced by horror. He frantically pulled on the reins of the demonic dragon beneath him, trying to avoid the ever-approaching trajectory of death.

The black dragon beneath him let out a terrified howl, its former majesty completely gone, and it rolled desperately to the side.

However, the crimson dragon's target did not seem to be any single knight.

Just as it was about to crash into the densest formation, its folded wings suddenly spread open!

The immense wind pressure was like an invisible hand, violently slamming the chaotic dragon knight legion below, sending them sprawling about.

Using this recoil force, the crimson dragon's body drew an incredible arc in the air, abruptly stopping its descent and bursting out from the gap in the encirclement that had just been torn open!

"Not good, a feint! This is a trap!" The cautious Blue Dragon Knight was the first to react, his voice filled with frustration.

"Damn it! He's trying to escape!"

"Chase him! Chase after him! Don't let him get away!" The commander's roar rang out in the magical communication channel, tinged with exasperation.

The other flying knights, who rode various magical beasts, then seemed to wake from their daze and turned around to give chase.

But it was too late.

The long, crimson dragon's magic power, which should have been exhausted, transformed once again into a dazzling red light, enveloping its entire body like flames.

Its speed suddenly increased dramatically, transforming into a true streak of blood-red lightning, instantly leaving the pursuing giant eagle and griffin far behind, disappearing into the horizon.

In the sky, only a group of bewildered and disheveled usurpers remained.

Meanwhile, dozens of kilometers below the surface of the sea off Skaney Island.

Several submarines, with slightly rough exteriors and strange runes engraved on their hulls, but still bearing the undeniable rust, silently surfaced, stirring up a cloud of murky waves.

The atmosphere inside the bridge of the largest flagship vessel was terribly oppressive.

A commander clad in heavily armored with intricate runes stared intently at the disappearing red dot within the magic crystal, his ashen face contorting with twitching muscles.

"Damon—he escaped!" He squeezed out the words through gritted teeth, slamming his fist on the control panel with a dull thud.

"Coward! Isn't he supposed to be the youngest and strongest knight of the Mad Dragon Dynasty? How could he desert in the face of battle!" A slightly overweight rune knight next to him rubbed his aching temples, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

"The strongest? I think they're just good at talking!" a young officer scoffed. "They were scared out of their wits by our display and ran away with their tails between their legs."

"We can't let him get away like this," the fat knight said worriedly. "That Damon guy and his red dragon are a walking disaster. If he becomes a pirate and plunders our shipping lanes, we'll be in big trouble."

"Pirates?" The commander sneered, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "Just a stray dog, out of supplies and badly wounded! All we need to do is send our fleet to blockade this area and take out their claws first."

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"Let the fleet, equipped with army units, land and uproot the last lair of the Mad Dragon!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"As for Damon, he definitely won't live much longer. The red dragon's injuries, coupled with the cost of burning his life force, mean he won't last three years. Issue the highest bounty; I will ensure that every inch of the human kingdoms on the continent of the Forsaken Gods has nowhere to hide! Also, notify the Long-Eared and Short-Bodied Men in the north to include him in their hunt!"

"good!"

A few hours later, Skane Island.

With a piercing metallic scraping sound, the landing hatch of the lead rune submarine slowly lowered, slamming heavily onto the black sand beach soaked with blood and seawater.

A strong, fishy smell of seafood, mixed with the burnt smell of burning magic, hit me.

The commander, clad in heavily armored runes, was the first to set foot on this land, his military boots treading on the soft, blood-stained sand.

Behind him, the rather overweight rune knight Bolin was so choked by the stench that he took two steps back and almost vomited his breakfast.

"My God, how many sacrifices must have been made to make this?"

He pinched his nose and looked around with disgust.

The beach was littered with the wreckage of warships, the ripped-to-toe corpses of giant sea monsters, and the bodies of slaves from various races.

Not far from them, half of the body of a giant sea monster, tens of meters long, had died for some unknown reason, and the rotting flesh attracted flocks of seabirds.

This is the masterpiece left behind by the forbidden magic of the sea god.

The madmen of the Mad Dragon Dynasty, at the cost of precious dragon eggs and countless lives on the island, summoned a destructive storm that nearly wiped out the attacking fleet of the usurpers.

"If we hadn't captured these few demon-avoiding submarines from the previous dynasty, we would be the ones feeding the fish now."

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The young officer, Flynn, followed behind, his tone tinged with lingering fear, but mostly with the excitement of surviving a close call.

Commander Tigger ignored their discussion, his gaze sweeping across the ravaged coastline to the dark mass of surrendered soldiers kneeling before him.

These people looked terrified; their pride, once belonging to the elite army of the Mad Dragon Dynasty, had long been crushed.

There were also some surviving female elf slaves, female star slaves of the cat tribe, fox tribe, and other races, or slaves with considerable skills, who knelt together with numb expressions.

For slaves, kneeling to whomever they wanted was the same!

It's just a change of owner.

"Bring up anyone who knows the truth." The commander's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

A soldier roughly dragged a man out of the surrendered troops. The man was wearing a butler's uniform, and although his face and body were covered in mud and bruises, his original dignity was still evident.

He was one of the traitors who opened a breach in the defenses of Skane Island for the usurper army.

"My lord, I—" The butler raised his head, as if to say something.

The commander merely glanced at him coldly, as if looking at a lifeless tool. "I will fulfill the contract; your family will be properly cared for. Your future fate depends on your performance!"

After saying that, he didn't look at the man again and walked straight into the base.

The butler's face instantly drained of color, and he collapsed to the ground.

He knew that his usefulness had come to an end.

Whether he and his family survive depends on whether they can extract more information.

Bolin followed the commander, lowering his voice: "Sir, although Damon escaped, we've finally managed to gnaw the last organized piece of the Mad Dragon's army. From the time the new Storm King and the dukes rose up until today, less than two years have passed—a dynasty that ruled the continent for hundreds of years has vanished like smoke. We should occupy this place and seize the most lucrative piece of the pie!"

His tone held a triumphant elation, but also a hint of indescribable regret. And greed, too!

"Disappeared without a trace?" The commander paused, glancing back at him. "You think that's the end of it?"

He pointed to the kneeling surrendered soldiers, and then to the magnificent buildings that were faintly visible in the distance.

"Although the last Mad Dragon King was incredibly mad and offended all the great nobles, the Mad Dragon had ruled this region for far too long—so long that every inch of this continent still retained the Mad Dragon's disgusting stench. We have only temporarily crushed all their organized forces! What we need to do is make them vanish into thin air. We must dig out every trace of the Mad Dragon, every shadow, from the soil, from the depths of people's hearts, bit by bit, and thoroughly dry and crush them!"

Tigger's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling quality that made Bolin's heart tremble.

Flynn, however, was thrilled and immediately declared, "Please give the order! We guarantee to complete the mission!"

The commander glanced at him, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips.

"very good."

He turned around, facing all the landing soldiers, and his voice suddenly rose.

"Pass on my orders! The prisoners must be interrogated and screened! Craftsmen, technicians, and sorcerers—all must be incorporated into the slave system! Stubborn elements must be executed on the spot!"

"Smash and burn all the dragon totems, emblems, and statues on this island!"

"I don't want to see anything related to the Mad Dragon on this island after dark tomorrow!"

"From this day forward, I will petition the Duke and the new Storm King to rename this place Storm Island! The port will be called Blood Lion Harbor, in commemoration of this battle! In the future, an island belonging to the Storm King will begin here!"

The soldiers erupted in a thunderous cheer.

Bolin looked at the crowd caught up in the frenzy, then at the commander's cold, hard profile, and couldn't help but shudder.

He suddenly felt that perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing that Damon's mad dragon could escape.

At least, he no longer had to face the man in front of him, who was even more terrifying than the Mad Dragon.

Thinking about the man's brother, he lowered his head and became even more respectful.

After arranging these things, Tigger went to a relatively intact side hall in the base, where the smell of blood had been removed.

At this moment, strong perfumes and various scents of clean air have become the dominant smells here.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed Tygate sat in the main seat, his face ashen. At his feet lay a magnificent griffin, preening its blood-stained feathers with its beak.

Several captured royal servants, along with others whose bodies clearly showed signs of torture, knelt on the ground, trembling.

"The Queen secretly fled with the prince and princess several days ago?" Tygate asked bluntly, his voice devoid of any warmth.

The head maid trembled like a leaf in the wind, her voice trembling with sobs as she replied, "It's—it's Lord Blood Dragon's order—we—we're ordered to change into the Queen's and His Highnesses' clothes and move around in different palaces—"

Tigger's azure eyes turned to her, a look that made her swallow the rest of her words.

Which direction?

"My lord—we really don't know!"

"How many people are escorting them?"

"Lord Damon didn't tell us! Really, sir, we are just lowly servants!" The maids burst into tears.

Tigger frowned and tilted his head at a towering figure behind him, who was two and a half meters tall: "You need to ask clearly all at once."

The giant grinned awkwardly, revealing two rows of yellow teeth.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'll inquire again immediately!"

Then, he dragged several maids out like he was carrying chicks.

A few moments later, a few suppressed screams could be faintly heard from outside, but then silence returned.

The giant in charge of the interrogation returned, his armor somewhat askew.

He bowed his head and reported, "Lord Tigate, we've got the information. About two weeks ago, Damon and that woman named Innis had a huge argument. Damon wanted to run, while Innis wanted to hold out. A few days later, Blood Dragon arranged the royal family's evacuation plan, using these servants as a cover, and continued this charade until we breached the outer defenses—now, these people have no idea where the main royal force has fled."

Tiget tore off a bloody chunk of flesh with his knife and threw it to the lion at his feet.

Upon hearing this, he paused for a moment.

"Then it's useless," he said calmly. "Kill the men, and the women—let the brothers have some fun with them."

"Yes, sir!" The officer accepted the order and left without the slightest hesitation.

Tiget stroked the griffin's soft feathers as his attendant brought over another basket of fresh meat.

"Three years ago, the old Mad King sent an elite force to the North, supposedly to find the long-lost angel. A little over a year ago, Damon and his mad dragon also sent troops to the North." A man who looked like an advisor stepped forward and analyzed in a low voice, "Sir, the routes to other continents are all no-fly zones, and those outsiders are very xenophobic! The sea lanes we control are also extremely dangerous. Do you think—could they be fleeing north now?"

Another officer in runic armor chimed in: "The previous mad king was always obsessed with ancient prophecies. It is said that their ancestors followed angels under the command of the gods, which is how they established a great dynasty. Now that the empire has collapsed, running to the far north to seek some vague salvation is in line with their mad style."

A young officer beside him scoffed, "The North? That godforsaken place has long-eared men with decent bedroom skills, stinking dwarf craftsmen, and skeleton soldiers who seem to have crawled out of some celestial realm. What else is there? Angels?"

"Heh heh, do angels enjoy running around naked in the snow?"

"Perhaps the Grand Celestial Conjunction gave them hope!" A scholar in gray clothes said with a somewhat solemn expression. "Books record that the Grand Celestial Conjunction is the biggest variable! The constellations are in chaos, the stars are shifting, the world is in flux, maybe those things—will really come back."

Upon hearing the word "angel," Tigger's eyes narrowed, then he clenched his fists and shouted, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Those things are long gone! The gods themselves destroyed their gateway to this world! Destroyed it! They can never come back!"

His outburst silenced everyone around him.

The scholar in gray quickly bowed: "You are right, sir. However—the newly appointed Duke Stark has indeed sent word that the energy fluctuations in the North have been very frequent recently, and we should be on guard against a possible celestial invasion."

Tigger remained silent for a moment, looking out the window at the sky, which had become turbulent due to the forbidden magic spell, his face growing even more somber.

"Report this to headquarters first," he finally said. "Once Skane Island is completely cleared and the soldiers have two days to rest, send an elite force north to scout ahead."

"yes!"

"And—" Tigger stood up and walked to a table. "Never mind, I'll write it myself."

Soon, he wrote out an order in the name of the new king to offer a bounty on the bloodline of the Mad Dragon royal family.

The order was given to put a price tag on every royal head that might still be alive, regardless of whether the former royal family was alive or dead, making everyone drool!

He put down his pen, a hunter's excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Only a mad dragon dynasty that dies completely and disappears into the dustbin of history is the best dynasty!"

Thus, the human usurper fleet refitted at Skane Island, and then, carrying a large number of magic stones and magic-repelling energy arrays, the fleet, capable of navigating rough seas, sailed north.

And that is where the Dwarf Mountain Kingdom is located.

With the Usurper's conquest fleet completing its complete occupation of Skaney Island, the island's tens of thousands of inhabitants faced a rather tragic period.

The lions, leading the operation, arrested all the possible illegitimate children of the former dynasty, along with their families, under various pretexts.

Kill, or castrate.

Or perhaps it was used as a pastime for the soldiers.

Once their value has been completely extracted, they will be slaughtered!

Their family property, all kinds of supplies, and wealth here were completely seized under various pretexts.

The losers of war have to pay an extremely heavy price. The military island city that was loyal to the former dynasty in this era suffered the most tragic retaliation and massacre in recent centuries.

Compared to Skaney Island, which had just been the site of a fierce battle, Tranquil Harbor, which had been disrupted by a storm, appeared much more peaceful and serene.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Don't pile the seafood up like that!"

"Freeze! These things need to be frozen!"

"These absolutely cannot be frozen. They need to be processed quickly. Use extraction agents to neutralize them and squeeze all the liquid out of these octopuses as fast as possible."

Dou Jiankang looked at the bustling harbor with a bright smile on his face.

The storm and the onslaught of the seafood army were defeated by a powerful counterattack from humanity.

Large quantities of deep-sea seafood were left on the beach.

These creatures, which normally live only in the deep sea, have now become some of the most beloved food ingredients for humans.

Whether eaten, or used to extract their nutrients, or as raw materials for various biological agents, they have many wonderful uses!

Dou Jiankang even wondered if, if humans could control this thing, would there be a low-cost way to obtain deep-sea seafood in the future?

However, how to handle and store these things has become a big problem!