Chapter 218: Di Luo Na O, a Headache

The garrison's wall sits atop a small hill about a hundred meters high, its terrain extremely treacherous, forming the core of the Pan Ku Lu city's defensive line. The watchtower on the wall is the highest point in this area; from this lofty perch one can see the entire battlefield at a glance.

Perhaps the deity who governs the weather took notice of this great battle and, in the scorching rainy season, brought an unexpected spell of fine weather.

Bright sunlight shines on the towering pyramid's summit, the banners of the three gods Wojin, Heim, and Quarte flutter in the wind, and An Liese Tong stands on the high platform gazing into the distance, his expression solemn.

At this moment, the sounds of fighting drift in on the distant wind, intermittently mixed with mournful wails, announcing the battle's cruelty. Faintly one can still see the silhouettes of archers on the far wall, shooting arrows toward the enemy outside the city.

Five thousand vanguard troops and twenty thousand Nik Saran soldiers are now arrayed in strict formation before the pyramid, while the remaining forces stand guard at makeshift defenses erected in various corners of the city.

The wall's defenders have endured a night relying on their dwindling arrows and oil, but they are about to fall into a desperate situation of "oil exhausted, lamps burnt out."

On the ground, the kingdom's knights also notice the defenders' waning offensive, raising shields, bearing the catapult's feathered bolts, hoisting long wooden and bamboo ladders, and once again charging fiercely toward the wall.

Roar!!!

A blazing crimson silhouette swoops across the sky—a majestic red dragon. Its massive yet agile body, bathed in sunlight, glitters with a ruby‑bright sheen, and its red scales seem forged from the hottest flames.

The red dragon flies low along the wall; each powerful beat of its huge wings stirs a gust that rattles the flags on the ramparts. Suddenly, the dragon opens its cavernous maw, and a torrent of dragon breath erupts like surging lava.

The breath glows a dazzling orange‑red, searing with a chilling heat, instantly enveloping a vast swath of the attacking army. Soldiers touched by it have no time even to scream before they are ignited in an instant, turning into blazing fireballs. Armor and weapons melt rapidly under the heat, and the ground blackens, belching thick smoke.

Under the onslaught of the dragon breath, the once‑raging siege force that was about to scale the wall is thrown into chaos and panic. Soldiers flee in all directions, trying to evade the lethal attack, yet huge numbers are devoured by the breath, reduced to ash.

Even the wall itself suffers an unprovoked disaster, its surface scorched black by the intense flames; had the red dragon's fire not lacked an explosive effect, the wall would likely already be a ruin.

"Damned Nik Saran slaves! A horde of never‑ending snot‑worms daring to assault the great Di Luo Na O's territory—truly courting death!"

After completing a low‑altitude bombardment, the red dragon glides back into the sky and, in a mocking tone, roars at those soldiers.

"It appears again! That terrifying demon!!"

The kingdom's soldiers near the wall are terrified, crouching low and trembling; that is Di Luo Na O's Dragon Might, and these weak‑minded knights are powerless to resist.

They toiled all night, filling the loss of twenty thousand lives, yet still failed to capture Pan Ku Lu's wall, all because of this intermittently appearing red dragon.

It always shows up at critical moments, using demonic flames and terrifying Dragon Might to shatter the soldiers' confidence while the kingdom's forces surge, then it vanishes without a trace.

Just now, after a single wave of divine power, the red dragon fled back toward the city, lingering not a moment.

It's not his cowardice; Di Luo Na O is also helpless—when he first entered the field he didn't notice, slaughtering wildly, but soon he was nearly ambushed.

A cunning, powerful Spellcaster's spell shot from deep within the enemy ranks; had he not relied on his beast‑like instinct to flee early, he might have been gravely wounded and fallen to the ground.

Since that incident, Di Luo Na O realized that the opposing army hides a formidable Spellcaster, at least one capable of unleashing the Nine Ring Spell!

Although Di Luo Na O has already reached a pseudo‑legendary level, the Nine Ring Spell still poses a great threat to him; while it cannot kill him outright, a careless mistake could leave him seriously injured and unable to fly, and then, besieged by a massive army, he might end up comically staging a far‑old dragon being slain by soldiers.

That is why he is extremely cautious. Though the red dragon's assault is fleeting, for the besiegers it is a tangible blow—wooden ladders painstakingly erected are burned to ash, and even those lucky few who crossed the arrow rain, stepping on comrades' corpses to reach the wall's base, are wiped out cleanly.

This leaves the kingdom's troops bewildered; they see no hope of a successful siege, for as long as the red dragon is present, it can effortlessly crush the hard‑won advantage they built.

"The great dragon's servant is also so powerful—General, it seems our odds have greatly increased."

Around An Liese Tong, a group of officers rejoice at the red dragon's display, proudly beginning to congratulate the general in advance.

Yet An Liese Tong's expression remains unrelaxed, his brows still furrowed as he looks into the distance.

"The kingdom's army cannot be this weak; if the dragon continues its rampage, someone will soon be unable to resist and will step in to deal with it."

An Liese Tong analyses the situation in his mind, but he does not stop the red dragon; letting the enemy dispatch strong forces early also lets him gauge the opponent's strength.

As he thought, on the other side, the rear of the kingdom's army is embroiled in a discussion.

"General, I request to go into battle; that damned great dragon I will surely behead, using its blood to prove my valor to the great Zar Tek!"

General Kunade, clad in armor, listens expressionlessly to his aide's words, offering no agreement.

!

Unlike other Nik Saran, General Kunade knows the habits and strength of great dragons intimately; his parents were gruesomely killed inside a green dragon's belly, and since then he has climbed the ranks while constantly gathering data on various dragons, seeking the true culprit that slaughtered his parents.

Thus, at a glance he recognized the opponent as an ancient red dragon on the brink of its slumber period, its power comparable to a pseudo‑legendary!

"Your strength is still insufficient," he says calmly, eyes fixed on the horizon.

The aide's face reddens, sounding a bit indignant: "I am already a level‑15 warrior! The jaguar's ferocity runs in my blood; even against a stronger foe, I can go down with them!"

General Kunade glances at him without responding; the Kul Taka people are obsessed with the jaguar, believing jaguar blood flows in their veins, and the more Berserk a warrior, the stronger they become, which has led kingdom practitioners to often be overconfident and reckless.

"Do you have any good plan, Warius?"

Seeing Kunade bypass him to seek help from a foreigner he has always despised, the aide glared fiercely at Warius.

Warius chuckled lightly: "Sir, I have a technique called 'Energy‑Absorption Spell'; if it hits that red dragon, it will instantly render him completely powerless, but when I previously tried to attack, the dragon's intuition was too sharp for me to lock on."

Kunade nodded, understanding Warius's implication, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

This foreigner always keeps his methods at a distance, observing from the sidelines, yet his Majesty still cannot see the opponent's true face, sending his own troops to meddle.

"Since that's the case, I'll handle it myself."

(End of Chapter)