A Dragon against the Whole World

The storm clouds were as thick as ink, hanging low as if they would crush the entire ridge.

Blinding lightning twisted through the depths of the clouds, each explosion unleashing deafening thunder that illuminated the vast wilderness in flashes, like a tumultuous painting.

This was the absolute domain of the Blue Dragons, where storms and thunder reigned supreme.

The air was saturated with the sharp scent of ozone, mixed with the oppressive pressure of the downpour, almost suffocating.

Yet, in this stormy territory where the Blue Dragons should have thrived, those who should have soared freely in wind and rain, commanding lightning, now had grim expressions, their muscles tense as they braced themselves against an impending enemy.

On the horizon, a looming tide surged forward with an unstoppable momentum.

More accurately, it was not water but a war torrent composed of the Molten Iron Tribe.

Countless steel armors glimmered with cold hard sheen under the dim sky, and the faint glow of runes added mystery and austerity to this army.

"Lava flows through our veins, fiery flame burns between our teeth!"

"We seek more than just victory!"

"If we fight, we fight thoroughly, shatter the enemies’ skulls!"

"If we kill, we kill joyously, until the river of blood runs dry!"

The heavy footsteps of the Ogres shook the earth, intertwined with the clanging iron hooves of the Centaur Warriors; the piercing howls of the Jackal-Wolf Folk and the hissing tongues of the Snakefolk rose and fell.

Different monstrous races roared freely, combining with the wild howls of beasts and monsters to compose this rugged and mighty war song.

The waves of savage sound surged toward the sky, resonating powerfully even in the howling storm.

"Battle, for the supreme Dragon Lord!"

"Every scar on our bodies is the highest medal of honor for the future!"

"Every drop of blood we shed is the sweetest wine at this moment!"

"Is this enough? Are we satisfied? No! Far from enough!"

"Then use claws to tear open more enemies’ chests! Use hammers to smash more enemies’ spines!"

"Until the moon in the sky hides in the blood-stained clouds! Until the sun dims before this slaughter!"

On the ground, the Molten Iron Legion advanced boldly.

Facing them were the followers of the Dominican Dragon Group.

These native guardians listened to the enemy’s passionate war song, watched the fully armed monsters closing in, and couldn’t help but waver, their morale low, unsure whether the dampness on their foreheads was rain or cold sweat.

Above the Molten Iron Legion, the Ignas Dragon Group circled.

Led by the King of Iron, mighty dragons swung their powerful wings, tearing through the fierce winds and rain, openly emitting rolling Dragon Breath, exerting pressure in all directions.

Below the Dragon Group’s level, Phoenix Angela led the Bird Beast Legion.

They gathered densely, resembling another low-moving cloud.

Time seemed to stretch in this tense atmosphere, passing by neither fast nor slow.

Thunderous roars and majestic dragon cries shredded the silence of sky and earth.

Where the Molten Iron Legion passed, trees fell in droves, the ground trembled violently, and the pervasive aura of death even seemed to disperse the thick storm clouds above.

However, the Blue Dragons in their home territory did not choose to directly confront this mighty legion assembled from numerous powerful creatures.

Their followers continually retreated, not opting for head-on confrontation, but strategically dispersing into areas with complex terrain.

As Iron Dragon Solrog and Blue Dragon Heryam had anticipated before the battle.

The Dominican Dragon Group fully utilized their superior speed advantage.

Bzzzzzz—!

Amidst the piercing thunder, several blue Dragon Shadows, swift like phantoms, suddenly swooped from the dense clouds in the high sky.

They did not approach the central area of the legion, but at the maximum range of their long-distance attacks, they opened their jaws lined with sharp teeth.

Thunderous Breath!

Several thick Thunderous Dragon Breaths tore through the air, striking the Molten Iron Legion’s side where the Jackal-Wolf Folk and War Lizardfolk were arrayed.

In an instant, lightning exploded, the pungent scent of scorching spread quickly, and the stricken followers turned to charred remains before they could even let out a complete scream.

More ranged attacks followed one after another.

The young Blue Dragons hidden in high-altitude clouds, like agile aerial turrets, took full advantage of the cloud cover to continuously unleash long-range lightning breath or cast Summon Thunder Strike spells.

These attacks did not seek one-hit kills.

They were continuous, aimed at disrupting the strict formation of the legion, creating ongoing chaos and fear within the vast enemy ranks.

Similar harassment attacks kept playing out.

Small squads of Blue Dragons, composed of one or two adult dragons leading several young ones, launched swift raids from various tricky directions, and after releasing a round of breath or throwing lightning spells, they quickly ascended to high altitudes, re-merging with the clouds, never lingering in battle.

There were also some particularly cunning Blue Dragons.

They guided the frenzied Thunder Strike and sharp lightning beams to hit some key points along the Molten Iron Legion’s route.