Chapter 68: Bloody Battle in Kanansen City

"Molakes, I have been away from the Viceroy's territory for more than three months. It cannot be without a Legendary Rank sitting there for a long time. Pack your things, and go back in these few days!"

"Obey, Viceroy, your will is the direction I move forward. I will set off tomorrow."

"Sakavi, I'm back. How is it, is my efficiency very high?"

"Oh? How did Earl Kelifu die?"

"Excessive indulgence, it has nothing to do with me. I guarantee no one knows we did it. It is said that he caught a Drow elf who went to assassinate him, and later, because he was too unrestrained, he died in less than ten days. Legendaries of large planes are so easy to fool."

"Fine, this kind of method is what you can come up with. If the problem is solved, we have to leave here to do other things. Kanansen City has been besieged by the Cult of the Dragon, and we are going to join in the fun."

"Are you going to settle the account with that Kanansen Weilin? I remember that guy didn't find us less trouble. This time, just wipe out their entire family."

"No, we are going to help them lift the siege this time. To develop, we must draw a clear line with various evil camp forces on the surface. This time is just an opportunity."

"I understand, I will go and arrange it. When do you plan to set off? If you go late, it will be too late. It is better to be fast."

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The dome of the inner city of Kanansen was already covered with cracks like spider webs, and the magic barrier became flickering under the continuous bombardment of the Cult of the Dragon warlocks, like the gasp of a dying person. The city lord leaned against the battlements splashed with dragon-beast blood and ashes, his knuckles turning white from force. Below the city wall, the place that was once a prosperous street market now only had twisted metal and charred corpses. The remaining garrison was making a desperate resistance behind the last line of defense.

"Roar..., Kanansen, I didn't expect that I, Lei En, would have a day to settle the account with you! Oh right, I am not called Lei En, that is my brother's name, ah hahahaha!" Facing this sudden change, whether it was the Cult of the Dragon commander or the Kanansen city lord, their faces were extremely solemn, because this shadow standing on the ruins of the tower came silently, but was very dangerous.

The low-level soldiers of the Cult of the Dragon, after experiencing the initial deathly silence, erupted into fanatical cheers. They mistakenly regarded the powerful black dragon as a new ally, thinking that this was the giant dragon they worshipped, coming to give the enemy the final blow. Many believers even threw down their weapons, prostrating themselves on the ground, kowtowing to the giant dragon in the air, chanting incoherent praises in their mouths.

Sakavi didn't glance at those fanatical believers. His molten gold vertical pupils penetrated a distance of hundreds of meters, firmly locking onto the figure also gazing at him on the city wall. Then, he opened his mouth. The voice was a low, magnetic, and endless malicious roar, echoing directly in the depths of every living being's mind, carrying a chill that froze the soul.

"Kanansen..." Every syllable was like a curse dug out of hell, "I smelled your fear, tasted the despair of your city. This is how... wonderful it feels!" He slowly lowered his head and spat out a nose breath carrying a necromantic aura.

On the city wall, the faces of the garrison instantly turned pale as paper. The last hope was thoroughly shattered in the face of absolute, dual giant dragon threats. Even the most determined warriors began to tremble with their swords in their hands. It's over, everything is over. This was the only thought in the hearts of all the garrison.

Just at this suffocating moment, Sakavi suddenly changed the subject.

"However," the black dragon's voice suddenly mixed with a trace of unpredictable, almost playful cruelty, "(his gaze swept over those Cult of the Dragon believers below for the first time, full of undisguised contempt) defiled the great reputation of giant dragons.

And actually dared to steal the limelight on my stage of revenge, this makes me feel even more nauseated. Their existence makes me feel very bad, so these dirty mice must pay a heavy price!"

When Sakavi's "clearing" order was issued, the attacks of the six five-colored dragons poured down like rain of death. The Cult of the Dragon's camp did not completely fall into disorderly panic. In the core area of the chaos, two powerful auras soared into the sky, stabilizing the Cult of the Dragon army's position.

Only then did a Cult of the Dragon Cardinal Bishop wearing a shadow robe walk out from the crowd. He held a blasphemous staff inlaid with juvenile dragon bones and stomped it heavily on the ground. A dark purple defensive barrier instantly unfolded, barely resisting the splash damage of the first wave of dragon breath. There was no confusion of believers in his eyes, only the anger of being blasphemed and icy killing intent. The surrounding shadows seemed to come alive, wrapping around him and making hissing whispers.

The other side was a dragon-blood war lord. His naked upper body was covered with dark red dragon scale tattoos, his muscles were knotted, and he held a two-handed giant sword burning with ghostly green flames. He was a monster who had integrated dragon blood into himself through taboo rituals, and his strength and magic resistance had reached the peak of mortals. He let out an inhuman roar, the sound waves even briefly shaking away the dragon might permeating the air, staring dead at the blue dragon swooping down.

"For the true giant dragon might! Kill all these traitors!" The war lord roared, the ground under his feet cracked, and the whole person shot into the air like a cannonball, aiming directly at the blue dragon wreathed in electric arcs.

"Hmph, having obtained a bit of blood plasma from some giant dragon that has fallen into depravity, you really think you are a giant dragon? This behavior is simply ridiculous!"

The blue dragon was thoroughly enraged. He gave up spitting breath, swooped down directly, and engaged in the most savage aerial meat-to-meat fight with the war lord using claws, fangs, and tail-swings carrying thunder power. The war lord's strength was beyond imagination, actually able to resist the attacks of Vikes, who had broken through to Legendary, in terms of physical strength. And every time the burning giant sword was swung, it carried a sharp whistle that tore through space, which made the blue dragon feel under great pressure for a while.

Vikes deliberately sold a flaw in the entanglement with the war lord, taking a sword from the other party head-on with his left shoulder. The azure scales shattered, and dragon blood splashed. The war lord was overjoyed, just about to pursue the victory, but suddenly found his body light, and a powerful updraft generated at his feet without any warning. It was Aikuilong who took the opportunity to make a move!

It was just these few seconds of distraction, and Vikes's attack had already arrived. The concentrated destructive thunder exploded at zero distance, the ghostly green flames that absorbed the war lord's magic energy instantly overloaded and extinguished, and his strong body violently carbonized and collapsed under the huge electric shock, finally turning into black ash floating in the sky along with that giant sword.

"Idiot, fighting two rounds of melee with you, you really think you can fight?"

Just as Vikes was engaged in a violent meat-to-meat fight with the war lord, the bronze dragon Aikuilong, whose scales flickered with bronze metallic luster, faced that Cardinal Bishop. Unlike the blue dragon's wildness, Aikuilong's battle was full of the elegance and lethal efficiency unique to wind magic.

The Cardinal Bishop waved his staff, the ground cracked, and countless giant hands made of shadows and negative energy grabbed toward the bronze dragon. At the same time, green rays of "Disintegration Spell" shot toward the sky like poisonous snakes.

Aikuilong let out a clear long chant, his wings gently vibrated, and his figure instantly turned into a cyan stream of light. He left tortuous trajectories surrounded by air currents in the air in a way that violated the laws of physics, easily avoiding all the vicious rays. For those shadow giant hands, he didn't even look at them, and the hurricane armor naturally rolled up around him tore them into pieces.

"In the sky, being an enemy of me is simply foolish." Aikuilong's mocking voice was like wind blowing through metal leaves, crisp and cold.

Only to see him grip his dragon claws in the air, and the air above the Cardinal Bishop's head was instantly compressed and then exploded violently! The shadow shield on the Cardinal Bishop's body fluctuated violently, almost shattering. He staggered a step, the staff pointed rapidly at the ground, summoning several huge bone dragon puppets to pounce on the bronze dragon.

Aikuilong remained calm. He inhaled violently, and then spat out a unique breath mixed with magic, a high-frequency oscillating sound wave. This sound wave was visible to the naked eye, sweeping across the bone dragons like distorted ripples. Under the resonance of this specific frequency, their hard bones were instantly covered with cracks, and then "clattered" and fell apart, turning back into a pile of dry bones.

Just at this moment, an anomaly occurred, and an afterimage appeared behind the Cardinal Bishop like a ghost. Realizing that something was wrong, he immediately cast a defensive spell, but it was already too late.

"Oh my, Bishop, did no one tell you that you should be careful of assassins during the battle? Getting close to them is very dangerous." Looking at the blade tip protruding from his chest, the Cardinal Bishop seemed to want to make a final struggle, but his head was slapped to pieces by a claw.

"I said Vierna, why are you talking nonsense with him, why don't you just stab him to death?"

"Call me Aunt, Aikuilong, you really have no manners, didn't Sakavi teach you?"

Just while chatting, at the other end of the battlefield, chaos was fermenting. The Cult of the Dragon's line was like an anthill poured with boiling water, countless low-level believers and monsters fled in all directions under the slaughter of dragon-beasts. In this torrent of fleeing, there was a figure that looked particularly eye-catching and particularly cautious.

He was a Legendary Rank dragon-man necromancer. His body was tall, covered with dark red scales, but at this moment, these scales were broken in many places, oozing viscous dark blood with a foul smell. This was caused by the city lord's sudden heavy injury in the previous bloody battle besieging Kanansen City. The staff in his hand, carved from the spine of some giant dragon, was also dim, and the lingering resentful souls also appeared weak.

"Must leave... Sakavi this lunatic... his goal was never us, but we became the sacrifice for him to play with Kanansen..." Malzhake whispered, enduring the stinging pain from the magic circuit in his body. He mobilized the remaining death energy, and gray-white mist began to permeate around his body, Advanced Invisibility and Avoid Detection.

His plan was clear and efficient, using chaos and magic to sneak into the shadows silently, away from this battlefield that had suddenly become a giant dragon's dining table. As long as he had three seconds, no, two seconds, he would thoroughly disappear.

However, he made a fatal mistake. All his attention was focused on the giant dragons in the sky, as well as the city lord on the inner city wall in the distance. He was vigilant against grand magic and dragon breath, but ignored one of the oldest and deadliest threats on the battlefield, the hunting from the dark.

A very slight sound of breaking through the air, almost drowned out by all the noise of the battlefield, sounded. It didn't sound like the roar of a bowstring, but more like a more special, more introverted sound, as if space itself was silently cut open by something sharp.

A stream of emerald light, like a comet crossing the sky in the middle of the night, but without any magical fluctuation. It shot out from the shadow of a collapsed arrow tower, the angle was incredibly tricky, as if it had calculated every flow of his magic.

The moment the arrow was shot, Malzhake felt the crisis, which was the Legendary powerhouse's instinctive premonition of death. He tried to forcibly interrupt the spell, twist his body, and the shadow scales instantly hardened, trying to deflect his own position through magic.

But it was already too late. The emerald stream of light accurately and unimpededly penetrated his shadow shell that had just begun to virtualize, penetrated the undead shield he had hurriedly condensed, and penetrated the area below his hardest reverse scale on the side of his neck, which was slightly weak in defense due to old injuries.

"Puchi!"

The sound of the blade entering the flesh was chillingly slight. Malzhake's body stiffened violently, and the shadow escape spell that was about to be completed dissipated instantly like a candle flame being pinched out. He lowered his head and looked in disbelief at the side of his neck, where an arrow with an ancient style and a body that seemed to be carved from emerald had pierced his neck, leaving only the tail feathers trembling slightly.

What was attached to the arrowhead was not magic, but a more pure, more extreme power—the rule power of "Magic Breaking," "Guidance," and "Withering." The emerald light spread at his wound, and wherever it passed, his powerful undead body was like ice and snow illuminated by the sun, rapidly losing vitality, flesh and blood withered, and scales peeled off.

He couldn't even let out a scream, nor could he see the appearance of the hunter. Those vertical pupils of his that once controlled death and made the living tremble now only reflected the broken sky of the ruins, and that emerald arrow that took away everything from him. The light quickly extinguished from his eyes.

Legendary dragon-man necromancer, "Bone Whisperer" Malzhake, kept the posture of trying to escape, and fell to the ground with a boom. His body began to accelerate decay during the fall, and finally turned into a dry bone entangled with emerald runes. The emerald arrow was still inserted in his neck bone, like a cold tombstone.

In the distance, in the shadow of that collapsed arrow tower, a blurred figure slowly put away the longbow made of star-language wood unique to dark elves. His figure was perfectly integrated with the shadows, without any breath, as if he had never existed. Only that faint, cold breath belonging to the hunting ground in the air proved the source of that arrow just now. ===== CHAPTER 69 =====