Chapter 444: Princess Revenge Chronicle

Clack clack clack clack…

The fierce gunfire rang through Crab Port; Bu Linton was not unfamiliar with soul guns, but he had never heard such gunfire, almost as dense as raindrops, continuous in sheets, making it hard to breathe.

"What kind of soul gun is this?"

Bu Linton looked up at the flying dragons in the sky and saw, on their backs, tall warriors in heavy armor, each wielding a weapon longer and thicker than a normal soul gun, its muzzle spewing flames and firing countless invisible bullets.

These terrifying bullets were like a metallic storm, instantly crossing a thousand steps, concentrating fire on the two hydraulic cannon towers on the dock.

The towers had already raised shields; the bullets struck them, sending rippling circles.

The bubble-like shields, under such relentless attack, did not pause for even a second; after only a few breaths they began to wobble, the shields grew thinner and started to deform.

Bu Linton muttered that this was bad.

The shield defense of the hydraulic cannon towers was comparable to a Six‑Ring Protection spell; even dragon breath could be withstood, but against this continuous assault with no respite, its effectiveness waned.

"Earl, they're about to collapse!"

The sturgeon warriors beside him shouted in alarm.

Bu Linton saw the sturgeon warriors on the towers straining to hold, each pouring soul energy into rune formations wildly; the overuse turned their faces as pale as paper, and some had already collapsed from exhaustion.

"Why aren't we counter‑attacking? Fire back quickly!"

A young female sturgeon warrior cried anxiously; Bu Linton shook his head helplessly: "Range is insufficient. Those flying dragons are still beyond the water cannon's reach, we can't hit them."

The other sturgeon warriors also noticed the problem.

The dragons were at least a thousand steps from the port, while the water cannon could only reach about seven hundred steps at most—already farther than the steam crossbow's range, exceeding the distance of most spells; ordinary soul guns couldn't reach that far, but reality dealt a painful blow.

The enemy could strike us, yet we couldn't reach the enemy, only serving as targets.

"What should we do?" someone murmured.

No one could answer; the ever‑calm Bu Linton also found himself speechless, having never faced such a stifling battle.

Amid the roaring gunfire, the helpless sturgeon warriors showed despair, watching a hydraulic cannon tower's shield shatter before their eyes.

Boom!

A blast rang out; after the shield ruptured, the tower's body was exposed.

A high‑speed bullet storm poured onto the tower's platform; the five sturgeon warriors operating the gun turrets were instantly turned into sieves, emitting no scream as their bodies were torn into fragments by the bullets.

The sturdy tower, under the bullet barrage, had its rune formation detonated; it held for only a few seconds before collapsing with a roar.

This was only the beginning.

Then the shield of the second adjacent tower collapsed, and its body was quickly destroyed, falling into ruins.

Bu Linton watched the scene in agony, his heart sinking into the Abyss. The hydraulic cannon towers that formed a complete defense on Crab Port's dock had now lost two, leaving a gap in the protection.

Sure enough, the giant dragon and the flying dragons immediately accelerated their flight.

But the gunfire did not cease.

As they approached, several neighboring water cannon towers had their shields broken in succession; only one tower, before being destroyed, fired a straight water cannon shot, which entered the enemy's range but was dispelled by a sorcerer on the giant dragon's back, causing no damage.

In just half a minute, a safe zone was cleared among the dock's defenses.

The wings of the giant dragon and the flock of flying dragons covered the sky; unexpectedly, the giant dragon seemed not to intend to unleash dragon breath to destroy the dock, and the terrifying soul guns also stopped firing, preparing to land instead.

A blanket of draconic might loomed overhead.

Bu Linton, a legendary sturgeon warrior with steadfast Willpower, could resist the draconic intimidation, but the others could not; one by one their faces showed terror as they shrank back.

"Oshenna, grant us protection!"

Bu Linton shouted loudly to the River God, for he was both the leader of the River Bay Legion and a priest of the River God Oshenna, wielding multiple Divine Techniques.

A ripple‑like halo spread from Bu Linton's body, and the Divine Technique dispelled the sturgeon warriors' fear.

"Scatter!"

Bu Linton bellowed, "For Baroske! For Fishe!"

"For Baroske! For Fishe!" the sturgeon warriors echoed, drawing weapons, their forms twisting like swimming fish as they vanished into the air, spreading in all directions, ready to strike a fatal blow once the enemy landed.

Bu Linton himself stayed put, looking up at the giant dragon in the sky.

The massive golden three‑headed dragon's wings eclipsed the sun like a shadow, hovering less than a hundred meters above ground, exuding terrifying pressure. On the neck of its middle head sat an exceptionally handsome young man, holding a war hammer; his gaze over Crab Port showed no emotion, and when his eyes passed over himself, not a flicker moved.

Bu Linton had heard rumors about this man, but never imagined he would one day become his enemy.

Nevertheless, Bu Linton showed no sign of retreat.

He had already fortified himself with Divine Technique; shouting loudly, his feet cracked the ground, and he transformed into a torrent of water soaring skyward, leaving a stream of light behind.

In an instant, Bu Linton leapt to a height of a hundred meters, a notch above the golden three‑headed dragon.

The great sword he wielded, named "Cascade", was an epic weapon; blue light blossomed on the blade as he swung it toward the dragon.

"Whoosh!"

Pinned in a desperate situation, Bu Linton gave his all, even over‑exerting his soul power, delivering the pinnacle strike of his life.

A blade of light over ten meters long howled in the wind, formed from countless water elements; the sky seemed to spawn a relentless waterfall, the sharp torrent cleaving the air and sweeping the soaring dragon.

Yet the next second, a calm voice sounded.

"Stop."

An invisible mysterious wave spread with the voice, fixing the mighty blade mid‑air, unable to advance even an inch, as if frozen.

Bu Linton turned pale with horror, realizing he too was bound, unable to move.

He strained to turn his eyes toward the dragon's back; the one wielding the sword was not the blood‑cloaked Earl of Glamorgan, but another white‑haired Wizard. Because the Earl of Glamorgan was dazzling, he had previously ignored the others on the dragon's back.

Only then did Bu Linton notice the white‑haired Wizard.

This seemingly aged yet actually very young Wizard held a simple wooden staff; with a light tap of the staff tip, he blocked Bu Linton's blade.

"Legendary High-rank Arcane mage!"

"He is the councilor of Weizelan Fu Kong Cheng!" Bu Linton shouted in desperate despair.

Kangjiatuo's extraordinary profession system is unique, primarily gaining power by fusing bloodlines, favoring melee and magical‑martial hybrid paths; ascending to Legendary is relatively easy, and there are many Legends, but specialist casters are scarce, and for millennia no Holy Soul‑level strongman has ever appeared.

Legendary High-rank Wizards are almost extinct in Kangjiatuo; in the whole kingdom only a few Divine Chosen favored by the gods can match them.

The most terrifying thing is that the Earl of Glamorgan has an elf by his side.

A scorching flash of fire shot from the elf's hand, striking the suspended water‑flow sword blade; the seemingly modest flame contained terrifying energy, instantly dissolving and vaporizing the waterfall‑like massive blade as if it had never existed.

This is another Legendary High-rank Caster!

Burlinton's heart sank, and his body sank with it.

With a bang, he fell heavily to the ground; fortunately the Legendary Sturgeon Warrior's body carries a load‑relief element, so he was not gravely injured, yet he still could not break free of control.

Burlinton lay on the ground, watching the golden three‑headed dragon descend amid the raging wind.

The giant dragon lowered its body, allowing the Earl of Glamorgan and two Legendary High-rank Casters on its back to step onto its scales and touch the ground; then a flash of golden light, and the dragon transformed into a Sun Knight clad in radiant armor.

The other three giant dragons also landed, and after the wizards on their backs disembarked, they themselves turned into human form.

"For Baroske!"

"For Fishe!"

Amid a chorus of shouts, dozens of sturgeon warriors emerged, surrounding from all sides of the dock and launching a frenzied assault.

Run quickly, don't come to your death!

Burlinton was filled with regret; he screamed wildly in his mind but no sound came out, not even a single finger could move.

The white‑haired wizard raised his hand, opening a translucent force field that kept all the sturgeon warriors outside.

At the same time, the elf mage was casting a spell.

A ring of red flames formed along the outer edge of the force field; with a roar it exploded outward, pushing away. The high‑temperature flames created a fire wall with no blind spots—no matter which direction they came from, or even sturgeon warriors using escape abilities, everyone was swept inside.

Some sturgeon warriors wore protective gear, but under this dreadful flame it was useless; they were burned to the skin and flesh, emitting wails of agony.

After the protective force field was withdrawn, not a single sturgeon warrior could still stand.

Burlinton's eyes widened.

It was his first time witnessing the power of a Legendary High-rank Wizard; his own proud River Bay Legion, with hundreds of sturgeon warriors, turned out to be so easily shattered.

Fortunately, the two Legendary High-rank Casters seemed to have no murderous intent; not a single sturgeon warrior was killed.

The proud elf mage precisely controlled the flame's power against different enemies, just enough to wound them severely without causing death.

At this moment, a flock of slightly slower flying dragons also descended.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang…

The flying dragons vanished into white light mid‑air before touching down; the warriors on their backs landed, their massive feet clad in metal war boots striking the ground with heavy thuds.

These warriors, taller than the giant elk soldiers, were the culprits that destroyed the water cannon tower.

Their armor was painted blue, edged with gold; a golden emblem of a war hammer crossed with a crescent moon adorned their chests; they wielded long, thick soul guns. After landing, they quickly formed four squads, guarding the wizards on all sides.

Burlinton sensed the aura of these formidable warriors and found that the leading captains were themselves Legendary; each was no weaker than he, sending a chill through his heart.

He could not imagine what kind of extraordinary legion could contain so many Legendary fighters.

Moreover, the more than forty other warriors who were not Legendary were all at High-rank, just a hair's breadth from Legendary.

Outside the port, the water surface, the knight corps also surged into the dock.

The sturgeon warriors beneath the water had not yet known the situation on the dock; their silhouettes darted swiftly, launching ambushes under the cover of the current.

A slender figure broke the water surface; before the weapon in its hand could even thrust, a massive wave‑like qi surge knocked it aside.

Burlinton had never seen such bronze‑forged war horses, but it was clear their qi was linked as a whole; the more horses, the stronger the wave, comparable to a large‑area wind spell. Facing non‑Legendary sturgeon warriors head‑on was tantamount to courting death.

The sturgeon warrior who attacked first from underwater was smashed to pieces by the wave.

Some sturgeon warriors who were casting spells underwater released them, but before the spells could land on the knights they were swept away by the wave, causing no damage.

These knights' weapons turned out to also be soul guns.

They raised their guns and fired at the sturgeon warriors; amid the dense gunfire, the water beneath the dock turned crimson, then was instantly whisked away by the wave, disappearing from sight.

Over a hundred sturgeon warriors were scattered directly by the knight corps.

They crushed the River Bay Legion head‑on, yet did not annihilate it, continuing to race across the water surface, charging onto the dock to rendezvous with the tall warriors.

Only then did Burlinton fully see the shape of this knight corps.

Unlike the extraordinary legions of the six great families of Kangjiatuo, each knight wore finely enchanted armor and carried two weapons: a strange soul gun and a long sword; from the recent clash it was clear the soul gun was their primary weapon, the sword merely auxiliary.

The knights' true strength lay in their mounts, these unknown war horses that turned out to be Mid-stage magical beasts!

With the advantage of flight alone, this knight corps was hard to match in Kangjiatuo.

A surge of magical energy jolted Burlinton awake.

He found the source of the surge: the invader's leader, the Earl of Glamorgan from the Oriense Empire—Ryan Augustus.

Since the opponent descended from the giant dragon, he had stood still without moving.

At this moment Burlinton noticed his left hand glowing blue for over a minute; finally, a massive crystal‑built teleportation gate opened on the dock.

The gate was erected on a crystal platform, forming a semicircular arch over ten meters wide and high; inside, an energy vortex emitted dazzling colors. As the casting ended, the gate stabilized, becoming increasingly clear and transparent, revealing the scene beyond.

"Large teleportation gate!"

As soon as Burlinton's thought finished, a squad of centaurs burst out of the gate.

These fully armed centaurs split into small squads, bearing great bows and long spears, each squad accompanied by a centaur priest. After emerging, the leading centaur captain paused briefly, let a wizard ride onto his back, then continued onward.

The clatter of hooves was endless; the centaur army kept pouring in.

Lying on the ground, Burlinton felt as if he were in an ice cellar, yet he kept counting the centaurs until, after five minutes, no more emerged.

"Five thousand!"

"A whole centaur legion of five thousand!"

Burlinton's mind went blank; the army brought by the dragon‑born far exceeded his imagination— even if his father arrived with the main force of the River Bay Legion, they could not resist such a terrifying enemy.

Unless the incarnation of the River God descends, the Feishe family cannot escape disaster.

It's not only the Feishe family; the Kangjiatuo Kingdom is about to face a massive war. Could it be that forty years later the kingdom will once again fall under the rule of the Zhuogengbao family?

At that moment, a few silhouettes emerging from the portal caught Brunton's attention.

He instantly recognized a dragonborn among the crowd.

When the Zhuogengbao dynasty fell, Brunton was already an adult; he had personally lived through the usurping war of that era and dealt with royal members, so he was very familiar with the dragonborn's temperament and would not forget that unique aura even after many years.

Silver‑gold shining hair and purple eyes—these are all traits of a dragonborn.

Moreover, the other party made no attempt to conceal anything, openly declaring their identity.

"So it's her!"

Brunton remembered this beautiful female dragonborn, whose face vaguely matched that of a baby girl in his memory; he had once attended her first birthday banquet in the palace.

On that very day, she was enshrined as Princess of Dragon Crystal Island.

"Emily Zhuogengbao." Brunton recalled the dragonborn's name; he had thought she was long dead, yet she not only escaped the pursuit, grew to adulthood, and returned to Kangjiatuo with an overwhelmingly powerful army, staging a fallen‑princess revenge tale—truly a story of legend.

Beside the dragonborn stood a familiar face: Waluogen, the former chief minister of King Siruiya, who was also still alive!

Just as Brunton found the situation absurd, he saw Emily looking at him.

She walked toward him slowly, looking down from above at Brunton, and said softly, "Count Brunton, Waluogen told me that when I was young we once met; do you still remember me?"

Brunton opened his mouth and found he could speak.

"I remember, so what of it?" he replied gravely, "The dragonborn clan has no place to settle in Kangjiatuo; you return with a great army, which is an invasion of the kingdom. Do not expect the nobles' support."

"I don't need the nobles' support; I only want the people's endorsement," Emily sneered, "If Kangjiatuo's nobles refuse to submit to my rule, then there will be no need for me to exist."

Brunton's eyes widened in shock.

He seemed to see in Emily the shadow of her father, the Mad King Siruiya, and after a few breaths of silence he said slowly, "You're mad."

Emily gave no reply, flinging a pair of shackles forged from magical alloy and commanding, "Take him."

Two elite mercenaries shackled Brunton, lifted him, and kept up with the army.

Ahead, the Extreme Warriors and the Gunwing Knight Order had already broken out of Crab Port Wharf, marching along the main road of Baroske City straight toward the Feishe family's castle in the city. A five‑thousand‑strong centaur legion followed behind, tens of thousands of hooves pounding the ground, the rumble shaking the entire city.

The Extreme Warriors' gunfire roared incessantly, while Wizards' spells streaked across.

Water cannon towers along the way were destroyed, and moments later an ancient castle shielded by a bubble‑like water barrier appeared before them.

The Feishe family's castle had arrived.

(End of Chapter)