Chapter 656 - 404: Legendary, Nothing More
Silent Plain, vast and desolate.
On the hard ground grows only drought-resistant thorn grass, the wind wails, whipping up tiny dust particles.
It lies at the junction of the central and southern parts of Sel Wilderness, an ancient natural battleground of clan conflict and monster strife, burying countless corpses.
And today, it will witness a higher level confrontation.
To the north of the plain, the dark, oppressive legion stands solemn.
The warriors of the Molten Iron Tribe form a solid line.
The ogres in heavy armor, wielding Bursting Giant Axes, stand like a steel forest; the Jackal-Wolf Folk hunters with fierce gazes have their bowstrings half-drawn; the dragon descendant’s scale armor reflects cold light after undergoing the first Dragon Forged Transformation, their Long Wei and killing aura mixing, soaring straight into the sky.
In the sky.
Huge dragon shadows spread their wings, casting shadows, with low dragon roars.
The Purple Crystal Dragon Lion, Holy Spirit Deer, Phoenix, and other lords are arrayed at the front, exuding extraordinary auras.
At the same time, all the warriors’ eyes focus on the majestic figure in the center at the front of the formation.
King of Molten Iron, Galos Ignas.
He stands at the forefront, his black-red scale armor fierce and mighty, his form far larger than any giant dragon behind him, merely standing there like an insurmountable mountain, emitting a suffocating oppressive force.
To the south of the plain, Theo Kingdom’s legion is also well-prepared.
The soldiers’ armor is bright, spears like a forest, and the wall of shields gleams with metallic cold light.
The mages accompanying them wielding magic staffs are surrounded by the glow of elements; the heavy steps of the alchemy golems make the earth tremble.
Their formation is more orderly, embodying the discipline and sternness of a civilized realm.
Yet, all soldiers, including those not weak generals, have a trace of undisguisable tension in their eyes.
Compared to the Molten Iron Tribe’s legion, they are inferior in both quantity and quality, after all, they are not the kingdom’s main force, just following and assisting the Sword Saint in handling wilderness affairs.
However, when they see the figure at the frontlines, tension immediately vanishes.
Legendary Sword Saint, Unfinished Sword, Kairos.
He stands alone, a hundred meters ahead of the legion.
Compared to the mighty stature of the King of Molten Iron, his form appears so small, wearing only simple light armor, over which drapes a short cloak with a mountain lion crest, and the Light-Seeking Sword hangs at his waist.
Yet simply standing there, he is the soul and the sharp edge of the entire legion.
His expression is calm, his gaze like polished gemstones, sharp and deep.
His aura is restrained, not as straightforward and powerful as the King of Molten Iron, but even the wind near him becomes gentle, calm, as if he is the center of the world.
Human and dragon eyes meet across thousands of meters in the air.
No sparks, no killing intent, only calm and scrutiny.
Kairos speaks first.
His voice is not loud, yet clearly rises above the wind of the plain, traversing the great distance.
"King of Molten Iron, you initiating a challenge to me directly, is quite ingenious."
"Indeed, this saves me a lot of time."
The Legendary Sword Saint says with a smile, appearing confident.
Opposite, the King of Molten Iron’s deep dragon roar echoes, like muffled thunder rumbling across the plain.
"Legendary might, I have long anticipated experiencing it, I hope you don’t disappoint me."
These words too reveal powerful confidence.
"You will know soon enough."
Kairos says, "To warrant me personally acting, you are enough to be proud, just a pity, your ’king’ seat end today."
The Red Iron Dragon’s limbs slightly lower, no longer wasting words, merely coldly staring at the human legendary.
A brief silence.
The atmosphere between the two legions solidifies to the extreme, everyone holds their breath.
"It seems, no need for further words."
Kairos’s hand lightly rests on the hilt of the Light-Seeking Sword.
Almost at the same moment his fingers touch the hilt.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
Like ancient war drums pounding, or muffled thunder before an awakening volcano, heavy and oppressively, heartbeats explode from the Red Iron Dragon’s chest cavity, clearly spreading across the entire plain, countless fine golden arcs bursting, jumping, soaring on his black-red scale armor.
Simultaneously, his already robust muscles swell once more.
The Red Iron Dragon’s immense body visibly expands by another circle, the solid earth beneath cracking under the strain, giant fissures crazily spreading like a web.
Roar——!
He releases a roar that shatters the skies, his mighty dragon wings suddenly flap, and the ground beneath crashes down.
His gigantic form shoots straight into the sky, so fast, leaving behind a persistent sonic boom cloud at the original spot.
He does not immediately attack the Legendary Sword Saint but speeds through the skies in furious circles, the scales turning scarlet from friction, the red patterns on his body growing brighter, and then flaring into blazing lines, swiftly spreading across, intertwining into radiant, red lotus-like patterns.
He directly activates his Red Lotus state.
The rolling Long Wei mixes with hot waves, overwhelming, pressing down.
Kairos, first to confront, his eyes grow more serious.
He can clearly sense, this moment the energy level and threat emitted by the opponent, is infinitely close to legendary threshold, even in some aspects, has already surpassed some newly legendary beings!
"Certainly some skill, stronger than that Fungus King."
Kairos whispers in his heart, the pride and domain confidence of a legendary keeps him calm.