Chapter 621

"Kill… kill! Kill… ah…"

The ancient true dragon roared, its bellow echoing across the mountains and rivers.

From the initial slogan-like shouting, to later witnessing comrades fall in battle, to one's own body shattered, the last drop of blood spent, the last bone burned away, even the primordial spirit glowing and burning, turning into a rain of light that strikes, all just to slay one more enemy…

At the very end, only a faint remnant of thought remained, murmuring two simple words, intermittently, until it fell silent.

This is a microcosm of the battlefield, the most ordinary scene on this bloodiest meat grinder.

From stepping onto the battlefield, to facing enemies several, even ten times stronger who stormed the defenses, watching comrades fall before one's eyes, and finally collapsing oneself…

This is the Witch-Demon War!

This is the dragon clan, where each generation is a version of a god, and every generation offers it up to heaven!

However, the dragon clan is also plenty brave and fierce.

Even if they fought until no corpses remained, even if they fought until their souls scattered, they would not retreat half a step, stubbornly and firmly holding the line.

One cannot help but admit, the dragon clan's spirit is admirable.

Perhaps this is also why many ancient gods and sages look upon the dragon god lineage with another eye; every generation of big shots is quite interested in giving it a try.

Indeed, this clan has plenty to praise, both physically and spiritually!

What's more frightening is that they also have the potential to raise massive troops!

——The myriad beasts paying homage to the azure, the ancestral line of all scaled armor under heaven, a major current of bloodline evolution—this is precisely the dragon clan!

A clan that is nearly flawless and can be filled with sufficient numbers is qualified to contend for the protagonists of heaven and earth!

And precisely for this reason, in every era, the dragon clan can fortunately participate in the competition for Pangu's throne.

Of course, this might also be the misfortune of this clan.

They are sufficiently strong.

But… they are not the strongest.

This is rather awkward.

Cannot let the gods be alarmed.

Yet they also cannot be ignored by the gods—for who would dare to ignore the dragon clan? A moment's inattention and they might just sweep straight to victory!

For example, in the current Witch-Demon War… if Mister Cang could seize the opportunity, relying on his iron-head skill, making close contact with Mount Buzhou, opening a breach in the Heavenly River waterway—oh la!

A flood that engulfs Honghuang—would the common folk who don't want to die not have to obediently step onto the dragon clan's path?

There is always hope to turn the tide, death without stiffness… this is the dragon clan!

Even after taking countless beatings, one ends up with a dirty, disheveled face.

But at the start of the next era's gamble, Mister Cang always manages to sit in the player's seat and fight for the world again!

——What cannot destroy the dragon clan only makes it stronger!

Among the dragon clan, such a saying has been passed down, inspiring generation after generation of newborn dragons, filling them with courage and an ever‑rising, spirited vigor.

Just as now.

No matter how dire the battle, how perilous the situation, each and every true dragon remains as staunch and brave as ever, using their own flesh and blood to fill the breach in the Great Wall torn open by the frenzied assault of the Heavenly River's elite demon troops, almost as if forging a brand‑new flesh‑and‑blood barrier!

Fearless!

They firmly believe that their sacrifice will not be in vain, that it can win a beautiful tomorrow for their clan!

From top to bottom, from high to low, all revolve around a single core, greatest spirit, to slaughter, to strive… that tragic yet splendid spirit of will makes the dragon clan's fate seethe and boil, as if shattered by loss yet reborn in sacrifice.

Only with abundant sacrifice and lofty ambition dare one call for the sun and moon to renew the heavens!

Killing until mad, fighting until frenzied, letting spirit transcend the flesh, will overrule reality, breaking conventional bonds, in a future shrouded by countless mists, carving out a realm belonging to the dragon clan!

Holding such fervent and sincere belief, the dragon clan retreated not a step, and still displayed an astonishing kill‑loss ratio, showing the world its strength.

Of course…

If one says that the dragon clan's side shines upon the present with brilliant spirit and overturns reality's logic with resolute will…

Then, at this moment, the Heavenly Court, as their opponent, is telling the dragon clan a truth with the coldest, most resolute steps and the cruelest real‑world power——

We have little else, just the Yao Clan's Advantage in Numbers!

Kill! Fight!

Strong clans, the Heavenly Court commands hundreds, even thousands.

As for troops, the Demon Race's numbers are beyond counting, like the sands of the Ganges.

No matter how stunning the kill‑loss ratio you dragons achieve, what does it amount to against the Demon Race's vast numbers?!

"Boom—!"

Under the crisscrossing starlight filling the sky, a vast formation condensed out of thin air.

From the Heavenly Court's Heavenly River barracks, countless demon soldiers, weapons at the ready, awaited dawn; at this moment they set out on campaign, crossed the spatiotemporal gate, and descended upon the edge of the battlefield forged of flesh and blood, serving as reinforcements to fill the gaps in the two demon units spearheading the assault!

Soon, the losses were made up.

The army, dense and packed, bore a mighty aura; in the eyes of the dragon clan members holding the line, it surged from the horizon's end, a black‑blanketed expanse like an endless ocean rolling forward, bearing boundless pressure that raised feelings of insurmountable dejection and despair.

Endless killing intent surged, the waves of this sea of troops turned substance, striking face‑on, crushing stretch after stretch of mountains and rivers, letting countless tangible and intangible things crumble and be destroyed!

Blood‑black interlaced armor, condensed with despairing spears, riding giant beasts that hunt the starry sky and inherit the ancient demon god's bloodline…… this is the terrifying Heavenly River troops, seeming even more elite and fearsome than those that previously assaulted the Great Wall!

They trod upon the countless flesh‑and‑bone corpses left from previous death‑struggles, silently carrying out the Yao Marshal's orders, bearing myriad splendid divine abilities in slaughter, passing layer after layer of checkpoint, turning into a towering flood that shrouds this world in death and despair!

"Is it an illusion?"

"Have we grown weak after our bloody battle?"

"I actually feel that these demon soldiers have grown stronger!"

The true dragons death‑guarding the passes felt an overwhelming pressure.

Even though his fighting spirit remained steadfast in his heart, at this moment he also felt a murmur of doubt.

"This is not your illusion……"

An ancient dragon descended from the sky, likewise bringing reinforcements to fill the gaps in the defense line.

At the same time, he answered the confused young dragon, "Indeed, it's gotten stronger!"

"Those before, though not exactly cannon fodder, were merely appetizers, just the young demons of this era!"

"These demon soldiers and commanders now... I recognize some familiar faces!"

"They're the familiar faces from my era!"

The ancient dragon let out a low groan.

The young true dragon was moved.

He naturally knows how this old dragon has come through the ages.

Compared to a young dragon born and raised in the Lich Epoch, this is ancient beyond comprehension, having endured since the Dragon-Phoenix Era!

Spanning ages, this is naturally an exceptional credential!

Of course.

This old dragon, to say how ancient and terrifying it is... also has a bit of self-aggrandizement.

Having stepped onto the tail of the Dragon-Phoenix Epoch, back then he was merely a junior.

But seniority is only established by comparison.

Compared to the new generation of this era, he can still boast a little before his kin.

And his words also dispelled the young dragon's confusion, while informing him of the dire situation.

The old dragon gazed at the demon commander leading a crack unit charging forward; the commander's body flowed with the breath of cosmic birth and death, time and space surged wherever he passed, the secret power of ages circulated, all things turned to dust and smoke—an extraordinary divine ability.

Taiyi!

Taiyi, one with the cosmos, second only to the Great Luo in divinity.

Yet here, he's merely an ordinary commander, leading troops into the front lines, no different from a typical suicide squad!

"This is not just a conflict of one era!"

The old dragon's aura began to surge, making the young dragon feel tremendous pressure.

"This era's Heavenly Court has absorbed too much ancient heritage... those are elite troops forged over countless years, the most fearsome fighting force!"

"He who opened heaven and earth, the August Emperor... He who opened heaven and earth, the August Emperor!"

"This ancient Heavenly Emperor, with such a title as prefix... just think, to train troops, his hand must be immense!"

"I once heard that countless realms were opened, solely to train soldiers, as the ancient Heavenly Court's war reserves, never ceasing for eons—a precaution in peace."

"But today..."

The old dragon exhaled deeply, "Yet we must personally experience the might of these reserves!"

After exhaling, the old dragon suddenly seized the young dragon's arm, threw him back hard, sending the young dragon flying helplessly to the rear of the defense line.

"Young one, you've just come of age, you have a future ahead, unlike us old fogies who have little cultivation potential left."

"You're far from reaching the peak of this life... so stay in the rear, leave the front to us!"

The old dragon roared, imprinting his spiritual conviction into the sapling's heart; then, in the young dragon's tear-filled eyes, he turned and stepped onto the city gate, manifested his dragon form, scales bristling, killing intent soaring, bearing the ancient, vast aura.

"Fight! Come fight!"

The ancient dragon roared, extending his true dragon claw, tearing apart a stretch of heaven, grasping star after star, then slammed down with a boom!

Yet at its target, the demon squad's petty leader merely raised his spear expressionlessly, gathered a bit of strength, then threw—

"Boom!"

Blood-red lightning instantly connected heaven and earth!

The true dragon bled, his massive claw pierced through!

But having paid the price of blood, this old dragon also achieved something.

The meteor smashed down—nothing else said, a region was cleared, many demon foot soldiers were slaughtered in a heap.

Perhaps the old dragon's aim was precisely that.

Is this bullying the weak with strength?

I suppose so.

But on the battlefield, what martial virtue is there to speak of?

Everything is just for victory.

After clearing a batch of foot soldiers, the old dragon shifted his target, aiming elsewhere.

Naturally, his opponent won't give him that chance again.

Breaking the shackles of spacetime, he climbed the Great Wall formed by countless merged heavens and earths, brandishing his spear to engage in a frenzied blood battle.

"Boom!"

Peak collision burst forth the light of creation, accompanied by a torrent of destruction; in an instant, blood sprayed.

"This place is my home turf; you can't match me!"

The ancient true dragon bathed in bloodlight, bolstered by the myriad ancient mountains and rivers, gained an immeasurable, mighty presence.

A claw rend, a tail sweep—both are destruction, both are ending, capable of causing a vast universe to plummet into chaos.

As he said, on this wall he naturally holds the advantage, his strength boundless.

Duel?

No one fears it!

"What if I join you?"

Another demon commander came charging!

A battle sword sliced across the void, aiming to castrate the old dragon, attacking the lower three paths, extremely vicious.

"Me too!"

A dark black iron rod swung silently toward the old dragon's back of the head……Only when it was about to strike did a gloomy voice sound, which could be considered a warning, indicating that I was not sneak attacking.

The three-versus-one situation formed instantly!

The old dragon glared angrily, its dragon skin maneuvering; only with extreme excellence did it barely manage to defend its dignity.

He does not fear dying in battle.

But he fears the humiliation of death, the ridiculousness of death……In that case, even if someday the dragon ancestor thinks of his sacrificial merit and calls him back, he would have no face to go out and mingle.

"Despicable! Shameless!"

The old dragon shouted curses.

"Old friend, we once had a brief encounter back then; let no one laugh at anyone!" the monster general wielding a war spear said coldly, "Each stands for his position, leaving no means unused!"

"This front line, you dragon clan cannot hold it!"

"If you withdraw now, you can still preserve a useful body!"

"Only a dragon that dies in battle, none that surrenders!" the old dragon said firmly.

"Then we'll grant you that!"

The three monster generals fell silent, grappling with the old dragon into a mêlée, trading blood for blood, life for life, launching straight into the most brutal tactics—here only the victor can survive!

Such a scene, however, was merely an ordinary corner of the whole battlefield.

Above that time and space, within that vague realm, there were even Grand Luo‑level battlefields where beings of great divine powers fought in person!

But that place is too far removed, unrelated to ordinary beings……As "ordinary people," they can only silently strive on the battlefields they can reach, seeking to reach their own limits; even if they fail, they can have a clear conscience.

……

After paying a brutal price once more, the dragon clan repelled another wave of fierce monster attacks.

Here, billions of monster soldiers fell, and moreover dozens to hundreds of Grand Ultimate monster generals died in battle……Of course, the dragon clan's sacrifices were also shocking.

But.

Before the dragon clan could catch its breath.

The Heavenly Court's monster soldiers……charged forward again!

Moreover, they were even more terrifying than before!

If one were to say, just now the leaders were still drawing on the ancient era's foundation, the basic units of monster soldiers were all new‑era members.

But this time, one‑tenth of the monster soldiers were replaced by "old monsters"!

In terms of strength, these "old monsters" are not necessarily stronger than the new‑era geniuses.

But……time is a great power.

It can accumulate knowledge, accumulate experience, accumulate so much more, making these "old monsters" completely different from young monsters in awareness and combat experience!

When they join the battlefield, what they bring to the dragon clan is even greater, terrifying pressure.

……

"Isn't this sacrifice too great? Aren't we using an oil‑adding tactic?" Jimeng asked.

"It's fine……we can afford the sacrifice." Shangyang replied, "Moreover, what could better demoralize the enemy than this? An opponent that can't be beaten no matter how you fight, yet grows stronger the more you fight!"

"Besides, we're just trying to force Cang out, not really to crush the dragon clan."

(End of chapter)