Chapter 534

"No way..."

Countless dragons, watching the six dragons led by Ignyrul, all showed expressions of disbelief in their massive pupils.

The Five Divine Dragons were created four hundred years ago by the dragon race to resist Acnologia.

According to their design, each possessed power comparable to Acnologia's.

But they were unable to defeat Acnologia and fled to the Northern Continent back then.

Yet their sudden return now left the dragon race confused, and many immediately began pondering the current situation.

Especially Ignyrul, the Fire Long Wang who had vanished long ago—his appearance now left many dragons who knew him well deeply puzzled.

"Listen to me, these dragons are not from our world."

"And this is not the era we once knew—it has been four hundred years since then."

"As for those beside me, I'm sure many of you are familiar with the name: the Five Divine Dragons."

The moment Ignyrul ceased flapping his wings, he halted before the thousands of dragons.

His words caused everyone present to freeze slightly.

Though they had long suspected this place might differ from their own, no one imagined they had crossed four hundred years of time.

Returning to this continent, they still felt disoriented inside.

"Then... where is Acnologia?"

"Has he vanished in this era?"

For them, the more terrifying opponent was not these dragons standing against them now.

It was far more likely Acnologia—the End Dragon who destroyed everything and drove their race to the brink.

"Acnologia was killed by these people, and it happened a long time ago."

Before Ignyrul could speak, a dragon closely resembling him stepped forward.

He was Ignyria, known as the Fire Divine Dragon, the true son of Fire Long Wang Ignyrul.

When Ignyrul spoke of Acnologia's death and its cause, every dragon's expression shifted slightly.

Their pupils widened instantly, as if hearing something unimaginable.

Looking at the opposing dragons, their expressions grew hesitant.

They were all dragons, yet these others had ended Acnologia, the Black Dragon.

Even with their vast numbers, they had once been unable to stop such a monster, forced to flee and hide in separate lands.

As proud dragons, this was their most painful sorrow.

But now they had no choice—they could no longer decide anything.

The news that should have relieved them now stirred fresh panic in the hearts of the dragon race.

Though the thing they most feared was gone, a more terrifying presence now stood before them.

Especially the man atop the lead dragon.

Many dragons had already sensed how powerful he was.

Merely drawing the sword at his waist had made them, as dragons, feel dread—what kind of power could achieve that?

"I think we should talk, mighty human."

Sensing his kin had lost all will to fight, Ignyrul stepped forward.

He looked toward Reinharut atop Timaeus, sensing who the strongest among them was.

He also knew that if they continued fighting, they would be the ones to lose.

Even with the Five Divine Dragons joining, together they were no match for Acnologia.

Ignyrul, having truly witnessed their strength, did not wish to oppose them at all.

Even if they won, how many of their already few numbers would remain?

Less than one in ten would be a conservative estimate.

(Den Zhao) "Fire Long Wang Ignyrul, what do you want to talk about? Are you surrendering?"

Reinharut held Long Jian beneath both palms, gazing calmly at Ignyrul.

A sliver of dawn began slowly piercing the dark sky.

Ignyrul lifted his head to the thousand dragons above, a flicker of disappointment crossing his expression.

"Beyond surrender, I believe there are other things worth discussing."

"After all, the combat strength between both sides isn't so vastly different, is it?"

A flash of cold light passed through Ignyrul's eyes; though he feared their power now,

he could not show it outright—they still had bargaining chips.