Chapter 157: Dragon Rise
“Elishia, it was wrong of you not to bring all the Silverheart Lions before tonight! I can tell you, there are over a thousand elite warriors around here, and the sky is sealed by aerial ban spells! You can’t escape!”
The gaze of the girl in the grey-black robe fell on Elishia’s slightly furrowed face, and she reached out her hand to gently grasp the young girl’s soft hand.
“Aixi, if not for this, scoundrels like Count Lyon wouldn’t dare reveal their true forms… They might even let people from the Abyss act cuttingly. If we want to eradicate such stubborn diseases again, who knows when that will be. Through the Vampire Duke fifty years ago, this is also our rare opportunity to catch their traces.”
“I know… Charle, I understand what you mean. I just hope it can be as you say.”
Elishia replied, turning her gaze to the enemies fighting her knights, and the aerial ban spells suspended in the sky that were binding the airflow. Suddenly, she spoke to the anxious-looking Ophi beside her.
“Little Fei, I’ll trouble you afterwards.”
“Mhm, sure!”
Ophi quickly responded. Instantly, from where she stood, an ice-blue frost dragon flicked its long and elegant tail, spread its membranous wings, and stirred up a strong wind on the ground. It leaped into the night!
Elishia grabbed the wrist of the girl beside her, and as Ophi tilted, she flipped herself onto her dragon’s back. The ice dragon raised its head; its dragon roar, as clear as ice crystals yet imbued with majesty, echoed through the night sky shrouded in darkness.
“A dragon? Her bloodline… No, she also has the ‘Magic Break’ talent!”
Linton, who was being blocked by Avik, suddenly narrowed his pupils and cried out. With the level of the stars, the rapid freezing and destruction of the aerial ban spell patterns in the air could not possibly escape his perception.
Count Linton drew his ancient greatsword, but the Holy Sword Knight, who had just been repelled by him, stood in front of him like a tenacious shield, forcing Linton to shout loudly.
“Mages, crossbowmen, shoot down that dragon!”
Before Linton’s command was given, many mages and archers who understood the situation had already raised their weapons and unleashed terrifying magical attacks and arrows at Ophi!
Although most of the attacks were destroyed by their own mages, dozens of attacks still reached the ice dragon in the blink of an eye.
“Roar!”
Ophi flicked her dragon tail, raised her head, and let out a long roar, spewing out frost-blue dragon breath. Charle, standing on her beautiful ice-crystal dragon body between her wings, had her cloak rustling in the strong wind. She pulled up her sleeves, revealing her pure white wrist, and spoke.
“Starfall – Elemental Resonance.”
The moment the frost dragon breath collided with the attacks, the magical attacks that originally possessed terrifying power suddenly flickered with light rays, as if their terrifying power was suppressed, and then instantly frozen by extreme cold.
In an instant, the ice-blue giant dragon flapped its membranous wings and soared into the sky under the nightfall. A moment later, the attacks, frozen by ice crystals and suppressed in power, were violently unleashed, and the exploding ice crystal flowers mixed with various elemental colors rained down.
“This is!”
Cold air mixed with pure ice shards splashed on his face. Linton clutched his greatsword, his long robe whipping in the wind. Linton Belt, unable to chase the roaring frost ice dragon, looked on with disbelief.
Not only at the girl on the dragon’s back, but he also clearly perceived that, in his perception, a group of cavalry and guards carrying the banner of sacred light were rapidly approaching them.
“People from the Church? No… the Rubiel Church can’t have so many knights!”
Suddenly, a golden-white beam of light sealed Linton’s vision. Amidst the light rays burning like flames, the cold voice of the young knight was heard.
“Lord Count, you should take care of yourself first! Do you really think that just by relying on you and your so-called reasons, you can make Miss Aixi station all the Silver Star Lions outside the city?”
“Impossible! I clearly ordered people to investigate! And in such a short time…”
“Hmph! Elishia’s excursions these days were not just to hunt down those pathetic mixed-blood vampires. Lord Count, you, who reside in the palace, are a far greater threat than them.”
“Then you deliberately showed weakness…”
“You have been rooted in Rubiel for decades, Count. If you, in the capacity of regent of the court, were to cause turmoil, no one but the Duke himself could easily deal with you! Perhaps the entire Rubiel City would be destroyed.”
Avik sneered, his sword continuously attacking the clearly flustered Count Linton. He shouted loudly.
“Unfortunately, you are only attacking here relying solely on the power of the Belt family… Count, do you truly believe that after today, when the Holy Light shines upon Rubiel City again, you can still command with the identity of a Count of the Kingdom?”
“Oh, right, perhaps you just wanted to capture Miss Aixi, so of course you couldn’t bring other troops to confront her… But, my lord, at this time, how do you plan to threaten the Duke?”
Count Linton was heavily hit by Avik’s light beam. The ground beneath him cracked as he stepped back. The sword wielded by the silver-armored knight instantly turned golden and sacred, his body burning with golden-white light, as if a god of war descending from heaven.
Avik instantly swung his Holy Light-burning sword.
“Count, your accomplices will be handled by Aixi… As for you, stay here and await your final judgment!”
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The night was filled with chaotic fires, and the smell of blood wafted with the scorched earth. Whether it was ordinary residences or luxurious noble districts, burning buildings collapsed with a roar.
The flames re-ignited the ferocity in the bloodlines of the orc slaves. They vented their centuries of humiliation and the madness of regaining freedom upon the humans who had enslaved them.
Terrified humans were smashed into bloody and mangled limbs by old, damaged knives, crudely made clubs, and axes, screaming. The orcs then bit them off with rough, yellowish-brown tusks and swallowed them, filling their perpetually empty stomachs.
“Wuuu… please, spare me…”
A crying noble girl looked at her former low-class servants in terror. They pinned her to the ground, treating her like an object, and scraped her pampered skin with dirty hands and tongues.
The girl struggled desperately. The luxurious cloth was torn by a minotaur. In an instant, a terrified, desolate scream was submerged under the dark sky.
Ig looked at the surrounding scene, but he was powerless to stop it.
The black-haired youth was panting rapidly, the web of his hand holding the sword hilt turning white. It had only been a little over ten minutes of travel, but the enemies were like an endless tide. Even with the End imbued with Verafia’s power, Ig couldn’t help but feel exhausted.
Ig swung his flame-burning sword, repelling the minotaur blocking his way, and panted heavily. Then, he turned his head to look at the girl beside him:
“Young Lady, are you alright!”
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The last part was a bit rushed…
