Chapter 983 - 206: The Dragon King Appears
Petrov was shivering all over, his pale face resembling the noblewomen of the Victorian era, smothered in lead white foundation.
"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
Humankind has nearly traversed every corner of the world, except for the Abyss beneath the sea. Any uncharted territory would have explorers hoisting their flags proudly, yet no one had ever heard of such a massive dragon cluster surviving anywhere.
If even the slightest hint of their existence had been detected, wouldn’t so many of those fanatic European nobles, dreaming of becoming Dragon Knights, seize the chance for fame and glory?
Boom—
The Lviv’s main battleship had two crimson Demon Dragons tear off a large section of its armored plate, exposing its vulnerable underbelly.
In that area, a vast stash of White Crystal Explosives lay, undoubtedly the Floating Airship’s weakest spot.
Immediately afterward, another Black-Scaled Demon Dragon opened its massive mouth, spewing forth scorching Dragon Flame, but thankfully, the Lviv activated its Protective Array in the nick of time and attempted to evade, striving to use its thickest midsection armor to withstand the damage.
Yet the other two Demon Dragons weren’t idle, working in perfect harmony as though they had lived as brothers for centuries, they unleashed Dragon Flame onto Lviv’s side, causing a cringe-worthy explosion.
The Lviv’s ship cannons began to roar, with more than a dozen Casters on board desperately hurling multicolored Magic spells.
A nearby dedicated anti-aircraft escort ship also did its utmost to provide support, but the Demon Dragons’ flight speed was too fast. These escorts carried powerful ship cannons capable of piercing even the main battleship’s armor, yet they couldn’t lock onto these agile Demon Dragons in time.
Soon, the precarious Lviv, aided by another two Demon Dragons, ignited into a blazing torch.
"The Lviv is gone!"
"Compared to these Demon Dragons, our airships are too cumbersome!"
The tide of war made Petrov feel like his head was about to explode. He slapped himself forcefully, trying to regain composure.
No country possessing Floating Airships as weapons had ever considered Demon Dragons as potential foes.
The Ottomans, though once famed for taming Demon Dragons, had long become ancient legends. Through several Russian-Turkish wars and internal turmoil, the Osmanoglu family had never displayed the slightest glimpse of their "Dragon-Riding Ottoman bloodline" fame, even gifting their nation’s treasure, the Dragon Slayer Crossbow, to the British as a token of gratitude.
Only the Republic of Texas Rio Grande, occupying a strategic position in Central America and swallowing most of Mexico, had a very powerful Legendary Ancient Dragon.
But the Tsarist Russians, much like the British who once suffered heavy losses on their expedition to the New Continent, would never undergo a comprehensive retrofit of their airship fleets merely to deal with a single Demon Dragon.
Petrov shouted orders: "Release all the high-speed airships from the cabin immediately!"
As a space air carrier, the Ivan the Terrible housed six small airships, sacrificing endurance for high-speed agility. Although they were only the size of escorts, their combat power was not to be underestimated.
"Charge the Tesla Coils, do not spare the Mana of Casters, do everything possible to speed up the charging!"
"Electrify all ships, the Demon Dragons are agile; do not disperse the bombardment. Once a target is locked, use barrage interception immediately! At the same time, all ships’ Royal Mages must spare no effort, even at the cost of their lives, to restrain the enemy Demon Dragons’ movement as much as possible!"
After overcoming the initial panic, with Petrov’s orders being issued, the Tsarist Russian air fleet began a gradual organized counterattack.
The Obsidian Dragon was visiting this world for the first time.
Spiritually enriched, with dragons extinct, she felt leading the Northern Dragon Race to settle in this world might be much better than guarding Jormungandr’s remains.
However, this world’s humans were obviously not to be trifled with.
The coils that call upon Thunder even placed pressure upon her, despite her strength reaching that of a Legendary Ancient Dragon.
Losa said this world was just his dreamscape, but the Obsidian Dragon did not believe it at all.
If there truly were a dream of life so real, the being’s level would likely surpass that of her ancestor Nidhogg; a realm the Ancient Gods could not attain.
The Obsidian Dragon, well-informed, speculated Losa might have used some special method to project them into this alternate world. Thus, even if they perished here, it would only mean the projection vanished, with the original bodies remaining unscathed.
The Obsidian Dragon lazily spewed Dragon Flame, as even cannon fire capable of easily killing a young Giant Dragon struck her body like a mud bull entering the sea, without sparking any flames.
As a unique Dragon Species birthed within Nidhogg’s carcass, the Obsidian Dragon’s greatest trait was its obdurate, obsidian-like Scale Armor.
Finally, a powerful ship cannon struck the Obsidian Dragon’s body, making it feel a trace of pain for the first time.
Somewhat surprised, it cast its gaze but continued flying leisurely.
In size, among all dragons, it was the largest, even surpassing the three-headed Ladon. Its slow flight speed naturally attracted the most firepower, but this was precisely the Obsidian Dragon’s intention, to absorb as much damage as possible for its kin.
"Electrify all ships, open the Shields, the Tesla Coil is about to fire at full power!"
Petrov’s voice echoed within the control rooms of all warships.
The next moment, on the Ivan the Terrible, the Tesla Coils suddenly brightened.
Under the reckless charging by the Tsarist Russian air force, on this still-in-experimental-phase Forbidden Weapon, pale arcs of electricity began to leap.
Boom—
Like the old Thunder God pounding the war drums, storm clouds gathered, white arcs of electricity jumping within the clouds.
In an instant, these arcs filled the sky like dancing silver snakes.
In that moment, countless young Giant Dragons, unable to evade, were struck by the silver snakes and turned to ash in the blink of an eye— not even their robust physiques and Scale Armor could withstand the lightning for a moment.
...
The abruptly magnifying presence of the Demon Dragon blocked everyone’s view, draining Petrov of all courage to persist.
It was a Demon Dragon beyond human imagination in size.
Its head was like a towering mountain peak, its winding dark red Dragon Horns resembling a magnificent Crown, and its two massive Dragon Eyes glimmered with golden radiance, like stars looming bright in the sky.
With just one glance, Petrov could confirm its identity.
"That is... a Dragon King."
With just one glance, Petrov could confirm its identity.
"That is... a Dragon King."
With just one glance, Petrov could confirm its identity.
"That is... a Dragon King."