Chapter 84

As the second main battle corps to enter the Slan Empire, Commander Tang Lu of the Portland Main Battle Corps never expected to suffer massive casualties on the third day of entering Slan territory.

The culprit was not the Slan people, nor even a human, but rather a dragon, and more shockingly, a notorious golden dragon.

The outer perimeter warning points and scouts did not issue any warnings. No one expected that this dragon would suddenly emerge from underground without any signs.

The ordinary soldiers, upon seeing such a ferocious and terrifying behemoth, immediately panicked, almost triggering the most terrifying camp riot in the army.

"Report to the Commander, Commander Pediv, the commander of the First Division, has been killed, and nearly half of the First Division's soldiers have been lost. The Second Division has already begun to prepare for battle, and the Third, Fourth, and Fifth Divisions have completed their assembly."

After investigating the chaotic scene in the camp, a bodyguard returned with the latest battle situation.

The sudden appearance of a golden dragon put this corps, which had at least 50,000 battle troops, on high alert.

Commander Tang Lu, the highest commander of the "Thundercloud Tiger" Corps, his face turned ashen, gritted his teeth and cursed, "What a nightmare! This must be a conspiracy!"

At over fifty years old, as a senior general in the Portland Army, Tang Lu had never encountered such a situation since he joined the military. How could a golden dragon, which had no grudge against the Portland people, suddenly crash into his camp and wreak havoc?

There was nothing more absurd than this. Why would the golden dragon do this? When did the Slan people learn to command the golden dragon race?

A series of questions filled Commander Tang Lu's mind, making him extremely distressed and headache-ridden.

"Report! The 'Bashan Lion' Corps' Art God and mages, riding on flying dragons, have arrived."

Another bodyguard rushed into the central command tent.

"Art God and mages? This is truly good news!"

This unexpected news made Tang Lu unexpectedly delighted. The "Thundercloud Tiger" Corps certainly had its own art masters and mages, but limited by their strength and numbers, they could not pose a threat to the terrifying beast in the chaos.

In the next second, he drew his sword, and with a burst of valor, he shouted loudly, "Order all the mages in the corps to attack with full force! Allow the use of magic spices and magic crystals."

To quickly resolve the major trouble and avoid more casualties, Tang Lu was even willing to use the precious supplies stored by the corps, which was also one of his important assets.

"Yes, sir!" The messenger bodyguard immediately rushed out of the tent.

At the southeastern corner of the "Thundercloud Tiger" Corps' camp, thousands of Portland battle troops completely abandoned their fear and charged relentlessly towards the giant dragon in the center of the battlefield, whose movements had already slowed down significantly. Their attacks, which failed to penetrate the dragon's defenses, were almost ineffective, even less effective than those of the mages and art masters.

Once the insignificant human race collectively went all out, a terrifying and insane momentum would naturally arise, daring to challenge even the gods.

It was no wonder that in the massive battle in the central mountains of Hyal, even powerful dragons, if they fell into the enemy ranks during the battle, would find it difficult to escape a tragic fate.

Everyone in the Portland Republic's military envied the "Bashan Lion" Corps, which had sword gods, magic gods, and art gods, but such high-ranking spellcasters were not easily recruited by any corps or division.

In fact, to have these high-end combat forces, it all depended on the personal connections, financial resources, and background of the corps commanders and division commanders, more so on the strength of the noble families. For example, the second division commander of the "Bashan Lion" Corps, Mosleyg, was from a count noble family and had a sword god and a high-level mage following him.

"That's it, damn it, it actually came here."

From the back of a flying dragon, Ronan, the butler of the Morik family, a dragon-hunting family from the Anstrather Empire, leaped down and immediately took out the precious art master's secret tool, the "Dragon Finder," holding it in his hand. After a quick glance, he nodded to the art god Warren of the "Bashan Lion" Corps' third division.

Almost buried in the eruption of the earth's magma, after fleeing out of the cave, Ronan, the butler, and other spellcasters were brought here by a flying dragon squad to save the situation. The "Dragon Finder" confirmed that the giant dragon wreaking havoc in this camp was the golden dragon that the Morik family had surrounded and then forcibly rescued.

"Are you ready? Let's begin!"

Warren signaled to the other art masters and mages.

Everyone nodded, and a mysterious and powerful fluctuation began to appear in the air, with various elemental energies converging wildly.

The addition of the human reinforcements made the dragon's roar filled with both surprise and anger. Su, who was already affected by a vicious curse, was in even more dire straits, his roars becoming increasingly desperate.

Several flying dragons in the camp took off into the night sky. Besides their usual reconnaissance and combat tasks, they occasionally took on the role of transporting passengers. Due to their limited size and strength, besides the flying dragon riders, they could only carry one more passenger. Even the more powerful wind-type flying dragons could only carry two passengers.

They continued to go and pick up more powerful individuals to assist the "Thundercloud Tiger" Corps in completing this dragon-slaying feat.

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Finally, the dragon knight Morin, who had successfully escaped from the underground cave, was completely unaware of the chaos his appearance on the ground had caused. His attention was now completely focused on the nearby human-dragon battle.

"This damn Su!"

The meaning of Lin Mo's words was completely different from their literal meaning.

The incredibly fierce battle made him realize why Su had suddenly turned on him, burying him back underground and collapsing the cave entrance.

Fate had a cruel twist, and the cave entrance had opened right in the middle of the Portland camp. The black liquid seeping into the cave and even splashing onto his body was now clear!

"Come and die, all of you!"

The "Dragon Knight" tactical armor suddenly emitted a battle aura, and the dragon knight's battle declaration roared out, surprisingly similar to the golden dragon's.

With a heavy step, Lin Mo, enveloped in a battle aura that was strikingly visible in the night, charged into the midst of the Portland battle troops, causing chaos. He snatched a battle sword and swung it, releasing a sword aura that cut through the crowd, causing heavy casualties among the unprepared Portland battle troops. A low-level art master who had approached the battle too closely was suddenly cut in half by a sword aura, screaming as he was trampled to a bloody pulp by the disordered battle troops.

The battle sword, enhanced by the battle aura, was incredibly sharp. Lin Mo cut through the Portland battle troops like slicing through melons and vegetables, carving out a bloody path straight towards the golden dragon.

The "Phantom Square" external module on his left hand had already evolved into a wide-top, sharp-bottom knight's tower shield, continuously devouring surrounding metal weapons, depriving the enemies of their weapons, and even using it as a heavy weapon to knock away the Portland battle troops. This active defense method was incomparable to any other armor, and even magical attacks could not shake the shield.

As long as it could continuously devour a large amount of metal weapons, the "Phantom Square" could maintain its tower shield form and automatically repair any damage.

"What are you doing here?"

Su, who was battered and exhausted from the spells and magic, turned his head and saw the familiar battle aura. He let out a heart-wrenching roar, unwilling to be trapped in the human army's encirclement.

He would rather face the Portland army's encirclement and be misunderstood by the dragon knight who had gained the friendship of the golden dragon than let the other party be involved in this battle. He had not expected that the time it took for the other party to dig out would be shorter than he had imagined.

The effects of the vicious curse had not subsided, and without the ability to replenish metal or maintain a sufficiently strong void magnetic field, the golden dragon was isolated and helpless in the human army's encirclement, becoming increasingly weak, and its movements and reactions were becoming increasingly slow and clumsy.

From the start of the battle to now, Su's massive dragon body had shrunk by several rounds, and even the numerous sharp blades on his body could no longer maintain their original strength.

The world believed that the golden dragon race was cruel and bloodthirsty, but who knew that the golden dragon race was the most united and special clan within the dragon race, with each golden dragon having the courage and spirit to sacrifice for their companions. Moreover, Su almost considered the forbidden-contract-bound Morin as a fellow dragon, which was why he made such an unexpected move.

Lin Mo had no idea that his battle partner, the golden coin, had left him a precious gift before being taken away by the silver dragon. Of course, the reason was not just that, perhaps, perhaps it was the friendship of another dragon...

"I won't let you bury me underground. This is my stage, not yours! I will cover your escape!"

As Lin Mo charged towards the golden dragon, he shouted loudly, suddenly drawing his 92-type combat pistol. Two crisp gunshots rang out, and a nearby art master fell backward, the spell he was preparing to cast on the dragon knight immediately backfired, turning his flesh and organs into a pool of blood, revealing a white skeleton.

Defending the land is the duty of every soldier.

I will be brave against the strong.

The knight's oath represented the fighting determination of the Slan Empire's dragon knight, Morin. He would never stand idly by and watch Su fight the Portland army for his sake.

Even though he could have stayed out of it and fled on his own.

"Shattered Soul Spell! Release!"

With a light command from the Portland art god, Warhao, the art masters around him let out a long howl.

A wisp of green smoke emerged from their bodies, quickly converging and transforming into a misty green light, which shot out like lightning from the art god Warhao's art tool.

It was an incredibly evil force, which even a dragon could not ignore.

"Roar!~"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the center of the battlefield, the sound distorted, as if it had been severely injured.

Unable to dodge in time, Su, hit by a green light, seemed to fall into a nightmare, his dragon body twisting in extreme pain.

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Wishing everyone a happy New Year, all the best, good health, wealth, and success!

When asked how to write a good book, my cousin replied: Write each hundred words with heart.

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