In the wee hours of the morning, the sun in Mitt's sky had yet to rise.
The clear water of the [Nether River] that traversed the entire Forgotten Desert was covered in a thin layer of mist.
Suddenly.
* Splash … Splash … *
Accompanied by the sound of oars, three black wooden boats with lights at the front of the boats pierced through the mist and slowly approached the right bank of the [Nether River] under the guidance of the strange purple lights.
Each black boat carried twelve fully armed and tall Dragonborn warriors. Not only were they fully equipped with armor, but the weapons in their hands were also faintly shining with a thick Transcendent light.
They were fundamentally different from the normal Dragonborn living in the oasis, including the two Tier 3 leaders.
Obviously.
The Sea Emperor Dragonborn Andreas played a little trick in front of Elvin. Although he didn't lie, he didn't tell the key information either.
In fact, the morning mist would rise above the [Nether River] every morning. Before the next day even arrived, this hunting squad had already killed their way here by relying on their bloodline authority.
* Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! *
Under the lead of their respective commanders, the tall figures flew to the shore.
Although their formation looked messy, there was no order to it. However, their imposing auras were like burning steel furnaces. Coupled with the thick smell of blood that couldn't be ignored, this was obviously a battle-hardened elite troop that had just retreated from the battlefield.
However, although the normal Dragonborn were strong, compared to the nine Tier 3 Dragonborn standing at the front, they were just supporting troops.
Moreover, the three leaders had all reached Tier 3 and were only one step away from the racial limit of the Dragonborn. Their powerful strength allowed them to maintain their Dragonborn form that consumed a lot of energy but was still very powerful.
They were:
Cosmic Dragon (Colorless Dragon) Dragonborn Kronippus. He had no horns on his head and was covered in transparent scales. Even his body was semi-transparent. Two cold scimitars hung on his waist. He had a cold aura, just like the water of the [Nether River].
Night Dragonborn Farazur. Although he was tall, he was just skin and bones like an old black dragon.
Evil breath came out of their mouths as they breathed. Their bodies were shrouded in a thick death aura. They held a strange weapon that looked like a scepter or a sickle. It was hard to tell whether they were Warlocks or Warriors.
Battle Dragon Man Kalix was covered in scales that were as hard as steel. He looked like a heavy tank and was the representative of the pure strength and destructive power of the dragon race. He held a heavy flail in his hand.
The hexagonal steel column was as thick as a human thigh, and three meteor hammers the size of a human head were attached to it. Every detail was telling the tale of brutality!
He radiated a chaotic and bloodthirsty aura even as he stood there. Even the dragonborn warriors on the same ship as him subconsciously distanced themselves from him.
"Hehehe. To think that a mere mortal would snatch away a god's offering as a powerful Dragonoid. These managers stationed in the Death God's territory have truly fallen!"
Night Dragonborn Farazur looked up at the large oasis not far away from the [Nether River]. Although he was smiling, his black eyes were glowing with a cold light.
To most normal lifeforms, the [Underworld] was a forbidden area. Apart from the Dark Dragon's descendants, the dragonborn race, there were almost no powerful living humans here. Even the managers stationed in the territories of the Death Gods had to be courteous to them.
Mortals, whether dead or alive, were just the lowest members of the [Underworld].
Because of this, most dragonborn looked down on the weak humans. They also hated the human bloodline in their bodies. As long as they had the ability, they would maintain their dragonborn form.
The only ones that they could fight were the terrifying monsters in the boundless Underworld.
The group had come here directly from the [Underworld] under the orders of the gods. They had the arrogance of someone who came to a newbie village and didn't take anyone seriously.
"Stop talking nonsense. Let's go back as soon as we catch them. Battle is the life of a War Dragon. If it weren't for the Lord God's order, I wouldn't want to leave the battlefield in the [Underworld] for even a second! "
War Dragonborn Karex, who looked like a heavy tank, swung the flashing iron flail in his hand. The biting wind blew away a layer of sand on the shore.
No one thought that this mission would be difficult for them.
Although he was the most low-key, Cosmic Dragonborn Kronippus, who was vaguely the leader of the hunting team, didn't say a word. Instead, he suddenly looked up.
Slash!
The curved sword at his waist was unsheathed with a flash of white light.
A spiritualized seagull was slashed down from a height of at least a hundred meters. It fell to the ground without a sound.
"Heh, interesting …"
At this moment, all the Tier 3 dragonborn in the group looked up at the same time and looked into the depths of the [Forgotten Desert].
"That's … the aura of the sacrificial mark. It's very close. Aren't you going to hide? Or are you deliberately provoking us?
But it doesn't matter what you plan to do. I want you to know that in the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks are useless! "
Boom!
The most bad-tempered War Dragonborn Karex spread his iron dragon wings and took off with a deafening sonic boom.
Behind him, the nine Tier 3 dragonborn with the ability to fly left the group of Tier 2 normal dragonborn behind and followed him into the air.
Even the most rational Cosmic Dragonborn Kronippus didn't think that there was anything wrong with Karex's words, nor did he have any intention of stopping him.
After yesterday's sacrificial day, the "Dark Dragon" who had enjoyed the sacrificial offering would sleep for three days. When he woke up, they would have to offer him the sacrificial offering that slipped through the net.
Rumble …
Transcendent light shone freely as the nine Tier 3 dragonborn flew across the sky like nine glorious suns.
Feeling the domineering aura from them, the thousands of ghosts and monsters in Mitte bowed down. Even the great shamans under the nominal owner of this place, "Death God" Wu Hao, didn't have the guts to jump out and say a word.
.....
Following that intermittent aura, they flew for half an hour.
In the depths of the [Forgotten Desert], where Elvin held his advancement ceremony last night.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Nine streams of light landed one after another. Looking at the scene in front of him, even the leader of the Cosmic Dragonborn Kronippus felt a little bewildered.
Because in front of them.
A shadow dragon with a body length of more than fifteen meters, completely black without any reflection, was lying lazily on a large ceremonial track.
As Elvin's familiar, Kaka had been continuously nourished by the "Fruit of Essence" during this period of time. Last night, with the help of the upper-level sorcerer's advancement, it had already crossed the threshold of Tier 3.
At this moment, standing on the ground beside it was … another giant dragon!
His entire body was covered in dark blue shining scales, and his eight horns extended backward into the shape of a bone crown. Violent gales could be seen swirling around his scales at any time. Judging from its size, it was a pure-blooded Storm Dragon in its adolescent stage!
The [Underworld] might have the most professional dragon-type researchers in the entire material world. They definitely wouldn't be mistaken.
And the target of their party was sitting quietly on the head of the Storm Dragon, slowly retracting her slender arm from one of its [Black Cavities].
It was obvious that the intermittent aura that had led them here came from this place.
The eyes of the powerful Tier 3 Dragonborn flickered.
'Could it be that the great [Dark Dragon] sent someone else? But there are no real giant dragons in the [Underworld]!
And how can that lowly human girl ride on the noble giant dragon's head? '
In the organization under the command of Dragon King Nidhogg, all the Dragonborn looked down on humans, but they also yearned for real giant dragons. At this moment, some of the hunting party were even prepared to bow to the two giant dragons.
The adolescent Storm Dragon seemed to be a little unaccustomed. It swung its steel-like tail and looked over with its noble golden-green eyes.
"Ah, you guys are really slow. We've been waiting for you guys for an entire night."
Last night, after completing his advancement as an upper rank Wizard and obtaining the [Bloodline Insertion Spell], Elven had quickly come up with a battle plan.
He purified the dragon bloodlines he obtained from the two Tier 3 Dragonborn leaders in the oasis as soon as possible. With the help of the [Flesh Altar], he separated the rare source bloodline and cultivated it as quickly as possible, creating a [Bloodline Plugin] that was suitable for himself.
Then, he worked together with Angel to modify the advancement ritual that had excess energy, turning it into an excellent base in this desert.
Before they came ashore, they had already made ample preparations. They had even prepared several contingency plans.
As for the giant dragon form, it was [Self Change], one of the many talent spells in the [Bloodline Plugin] of Storm Dragon Person Leoni.
[Effect: The talent of all giant dragons is as simple as eating or drinking. It can be switched between its original form and another form of its choice at will.]
Although it was only a teenage dragon after the transformation and wasn't as strong as a young Transcendent Rank-4 dragon, it was very close to it with the enhancement of [True Name] and the modified ritual of the Tree of Life.
At this moment, all the opponents had arrived. Elvin, who had the home advantage, simply took action.
When he truly had an absolute advantage in strength, he didn't need any tricks anymore. All he needed to do was crush his opponents fair and square!
Roar! Roar!
After two consecutive dragon roars, the heavy pressure from the Shadow Dragon and the Storm Dragon pressed the Tier 3 Dragonborn heavily.
[Dragon Aura]
Creak … Creak …
It was clearly an attack on the mental level, but they felt as if a collapsing sky was pressing down on their bodies and hearts. Even the joints in their bodies were letting out cracking sounds, unable to bear the burden.
The Dragon Aura from a pure-blood dragon was a perfect example of subduing a mixed-blood creature like the Dragonborn. Whether there were ten enemies or a hundred of them, they would all have to undergo an independent test of willpower.
Misfortunes never come singly.
A platinum shadow that looked like a key flashed between Elvin's eyebrows. At the same time, the ritual of the Tree of Life glowed brightly!
The desert that was more than a kilometer wide under everyone's feet began to ripple like boiling water.
Rumble —
Countless hands of sand and stone that looked similar to Elvin's own hands extended out of the desert. As if they had their own consciousness, they connected into a surging sand wave. Every wave was a giant hand.
They surged toward the Tier 3 Dragonborn who were stiff all over.
[True Name Liberation — Hundred-Armed Giant]
It wasn't unreasonable for upper-rank wizards to be on equal footing with titled Knight. In a large-scale war that concerned the future of a country, even titled Knight couldn't compare to a Rank-3 upper-rank wizard in terms of damage to low-level Extraordinary individuals.
If upper-rank wizards were given enough time to prepare, as long as the enemy's level wasn't higher, and as long as the change in quantity didn't cause a qualitative change, a large-scale spell attack wouldn't be much different from a dozen.
Saying that large-scale spells couldn't kill people was like using a table to block bullets. It was all a lie.
The sea of sand formed by countless giant hands was about to close in with a roar.
Cosmic Dragonborn Kronippus gritted his teeth and struggled to break free from the suppression of [Draconic Aura]. Magic flashed on his body and enveloped Battle Dragonborn Karex and Night Dragonborn Farazur.
Whoosh —
In a flash, they appeared one kilometer away from the boiling sea of sand.
[Spell-like spell — King Chariot Shift]
The next moment.
Boom —!!!
The remaining six Tier 3 Dragonborn instantly disappeared into the pure white sea of sand.
Even though the three of them were furious, their legs couldn't help but tremble slightly. Affected by the remaining power of [Draconic Aura], they couldn't even hold their weapons steadily.
The huge Storm Dragon had already flapped its wings and swooped down. A ten-meter-long giant sword made of frosty white sword aura was raised high in the dragon's claws. The frosty white light bloomed like the sun.
Witchcraft as the skin, swordsmanship as the bones.
The sharp sword aura seemed to pierce the whole world with thousands of holes.
After upper-rank wizards completed soul refinement, Elvin's brain wasn't far from a real supercomputer, and it was far more flexible.
Even if every strand of sword aura had been activated into an [Elemental Fairy], he could still control it as he wished.
[Activated Aura — Torrent of Sword Aura]
Elvin's high-spirited laughter resounded through the sky.
"Ha, from today onwards, no one is allowed to speak loudly to me!"
Boom —
Like a flood breaking through a dam, the torrent of sword aura poured down.
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