It was almost as if someone had stabbed the dragonborn with a dagger and then proceeded to twist and turn the blade. The massive injury could hardly be healed with healing potions. It could only be barely close together such as to not expose the frail internal organs behind it.
This severely injured dragonborn helped Greem block the speeding enchanted arrows while wickedly glaring at the weapons master reaching near him. Purple and black blood once again flowed out of his wounds from the agitation of his movements.
"Zacha, don't feel pity for those potions any more! Do you want to die on the battlefield?" Alice loudly reprimanded from a distance.
An expression of pity appeared in Dragonborn Zacha's four amber eyes upon hearing Alice's words. He took out a small vial of potion, crushed the mouth of the container and started gulping down its contents.
A refreshing and dense surge of nature power filled the place upon the vial shattering. All the elves couldn't help but turn to look, their eyes filling up with extreme fury.
"Moonwater."
"It's moonwater!"
"These damned blasphemers, they actually have moonwater on them."
After downing a vial of moonwater, a surge of vast and vigorous life force burst forth from within Zacha's body. In the blink of an eye, the green light of life flowed all over Zacha's body, causing his body to appear as good as new. It was no longer as battered and weak as before.
The massive wound on his abdomen also silently closed after the green light rolled past. Blue dragon scales rapidly grew out of his rough skin, once again covering his exposed body.
Dammit, dammit, dammit!
All the elves cursed continuously in the depths of their hearts.
This legendary healing potion that should belong to the elves had instead appeared in the hands of the enemy now. This…how was this supposed to make them feel?!
In that brief moment of shock, the weapons master had engaged with the fully recovered Dragonborn Zacha.
Meanwhile, Wind Adept Deserra, Medusa Dana, Three-Headed Demonhound Unguja, and Poison Hag Endor had gathered around Greem, using all their various abilities to help him intercept that locust storm of magical explosive arrows.
At this moment, a horrifyingly powerful green aura suddenly erupted in the skies above. The Third Grade Dark Witch Uzzah then fell from the sky, screeching as she did so.
However, Uzzah managed to stop herself halfway down.
Uzzah turned and fled without another word as dense black smoke shrouded her body. She vanished from sight in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, the Third Grade God Messenger Xenia slowly descended from the skies like a mighty god, wholly shrouded in halos of light.
Even the corner of Xenia's eyes brimmed with joy and happiness at seeing the Third Grade Dark Witch flee in defeat. Yet, when her gaze fell upon the summoning wormhole in front of Greem that was constantly radiating intense spatial flux, her previous joy was utterly swept away, replaced instead with an indescribable frustration and shock.
"What have you people been doing all this while? We can't let him summon that otherworldly creature. All of you, charge!"
All the elves betrayed an expression of shame at being reprimanded by the god messenger. Their faces then filled with wild passion as they yelled and threw themselves at Greem.
The remaining magical machines, witches, and adepts on the deck surrounded Greem, forming a tight perimeter and desperately stopping the advance of the elves.
Sadly, the only ones who could stop the Second Grades of the elves were Second Grades of their own.
However, there were clearly fewer Second Grades on Greem's side compared to the enemy.
The adepts and magical machines of Greem's side paid a terrible price to stop the Second Grade elves from getting any closer.
Chapter 648 Dragon's Migh
t
Otherworld Summoning.
It was a type of powerful casting ability.
Many professional summoners would establish friendly relations or contracts with powerful otherworldly beings. This way, they could easily summon a familiar ally to their side with an Otherworld Summon just by following a fixed procedure.
Of course, this 'ease' was only relative!
Take, for example, the Otherworld Summoning that Greem was currently attempting. Even though he already held a magical contract with the Thunder Dragon Arms as a medium of communication, it was still a complicated matter to break through the two planar barriers of Lance and Faen to summon the dragon to his side.
On the one hand, the difficulty was due to the thunder dragon's immense power as a Third Grade. On the other, it was due to Faen's acute rejection of alien creatures.
Fortunately, with Thunder Dragon Arm's full cooperation and Alice's own mysterious space powers, Greem finally managed to complete the summoning before the enemy broke through the defensive line.
The summoning wormhole was like a long and deep black hole, continually radiating intense spatial flux outward. Thunder Dragon Arms' initially great body stretched and distorted within the black hole, occasionally stretching into all sorts of odd shapes.
When Greem's chant finally concluded with the last magical rune, the summoning wormhole completely stabilized and its form settled. It was then that Arms struggled with all his strength and squeezed out of the continually shifting wormhole.
With the appearance of Arms in this world, the strange wormhole finally collapsed and crumbled, leaving only wandering singularities in the spot.
His body was massive and supple. His bones were angular and fearsome. Thunder Dragon Arms raised his head and released a long dragon's roar at the sky. The overflowing dragon's aura of might spread outward, instantly intimidating everyone upon the battlefield.
"Tell me, human adept, who is it that you intend to have me fight this time?" Thunder Dragon Arms lifted his large snout and took a deep sniff. His sleepy eyes instantly opened round and wide, "Dammit, I smell the smell of divine magic here. Human adept, you couldn't have started a fight against those religious hacks, could you?"
Having said that, Thunder Dragon Arms sneezed angrily. He then bent down and pressed his massive head toward Greem.
"I've already told you before; I hate fighting against religious hacks. Those fellows are too difficult to deal with. Not to mention an older one always pops up after beating the smaller guy. It's too easy to provoke the shitty gods behind their backs into action."
As if to let out all of his dissatisfaction for Greem, Arms continued to complain and grumble. Even though Arms himself felt as if he was softly 'gossiping' with Greem, Greem's ears were buzzing painfully. He felt as if he had almost lost his hearing.
Greem's expression became very weird upon hearing Arms disrespectful words for the gods here. He didn't answer his ally's question, choosing instead to point at the skies.
The thunder dragon lifted his head as if he had suddenly been enlightened.
It was only now that he first discovered the god messenger, who was trembling in anger and betraying an agitated expression.
"A Third Grade god messenger? Oh, and a high-grade god messenger that receives attention from the gods!" Arms turned and looked at Greem, "Human adept, I may have signed a contract of cooperation with you, but today's enemy isn't included in our agreement."
Seeing that Arms was showing an inclination to avoid this battle with his sneaky words, Greem smiled, as he had already prepared, "Arms, help me fight this battle. I won't let you go unrewarded for your effort!"
Greem took out a strange seed cloaked in green light. He tossed it up and down in his palm.
"A moonwell seed?" The thunder dragon had a good eye and instantly recognized the item.
However, he promptly shot a look of disdain at Greem with his large and wicked dragon face.
"What use is there with just the moonwell seed alone? Only elves can cultivate them into true moonwells. Other races wouldn't be able to grow moonwells even if they got the seed."
"Lord Arms, could you please turn back and look before you reject this offer. There's a whole group of high-grade forest elves behind you. If you catch a few of them, would you still need to worry about being unable to grow the moonwell?"
Arms brooded for a second. A thoughtful expression appeared on his large face.
"But moonwells require the combination of the power of faith to be able to produce the precious moonwater every so often. These elves couldn't possibly worship me."
This time, his tone was no longer as absolute as before!
"You are absolutely right. These elves couldn't possibly ever worship you. However, don't forget; you have a whole horde of dragonborn in your territory that fervently worships you."
Arms' expression seemed to loosen, but he was still a bit hesitant.
"The benefit you speak of has a possibility of existing, but it is only a possibility in the end. The one you want me to help you deal with is a high-grade god messenger that's being closely watched over by her god. Yet what you are giving me in return is a benefit that I can't immediately get my hands on. Hehehe…"
Greem rolled his eyes and immediately changed the topic of conversation.
"Lord Arms, have you managed to recruit some green dragon followers after obtaining that Dragon's Pact?"
Arms furiously spat out a surge of wild electricity, causing the metal deck to crackle loudly.
"Hmph! Don't talk to me about this matter anymore! I have looked into several places in Lance and still have yet to find a trace of those lordless green dragons. Aooo! It is so infuriating. What use have I for this damned Dragon's Pact if I can't even find where they live?"
Greem smiled.
"My lord, why fret over this issue?! There are green dragons in this very plane. In vast numbers as well, I might add."
"What did you say?" Arms suddenly let out a loud roar.
He suddenly stood up upon his hind legs and lifted his snout to sniff for the smell of this strange world carefully.
It was a massive continent with nature creatures being its most dominant and populous creatures. The ones that held dominance over this continent were these forest elves before him. With Arms' sensitive sense of smell, he could very clearly smell traces of a dragon's scent on the leading group of elves.
These elves did not possess the bloodline of dragons. The only possible reason for them carrying the scent of dragons was them having come into contact with dragons. Moreover, it had to be close contact over a long period of time.
As a dragon himself, Arms knew very well that among the different types of dragons were a few branches that liked to maintain close ties with elves. That included the green dragons and their progenitors– the Emerald Dragons and the Golden Dragons.
Judging from this, Greem wasn't exactly lying when he said that there were green dragons here.
An expression of hesitation and doubt appeared on Arms' face.
Greem let out a silent sigh.
All dragons were immensely greedy. He had promised so many benefits, yet the dragon still refused to agree without first seeing actual material benefits.
"A hundred kilograms of magical gemstones and…fifty elven maids."
Greem had no choice but to bite the bullet and lean into Arms preferences after taking into consideration the dragon's usual personality.
"Deal!" The thunder dragon's eyes lit up. He roared, "Leave this god messenger to me. I guarantee I'll chase her far, far away. She won't ever appear upon this battlefield again."
As he let out the roar, Arms beat his blue dragon wings flowing with blinding lightning and rose to the skies with his athletic body.
The two individuals involved might only have had a short and rapid conversation, but this had utterly stunned the elves and witches that were watching.
They…they were actually negotiating prices on the battlefield. This…was this still the mighty and noble dragon in their hearts?
The thunder dragon took to the sky. His large dragon eyes glared at all the terrified First and Second Grade elves below him. He opened his mouth and roared once more, "Human adept, seeing how generous you are being, I will help you deal with these as well!"
Arms opened his mouth and spat out chain lightning as thick as a stone pillar. It was only then that he beat his wings and lunged at the elven God Messenger Xenia, who was proudly standing in the skies.
Dammit, this scary Third Grade dragon was truly an ally of those adepts.
Before this thought of theirs could even fully finish, that terrifying chain lightning had already reached the elves.
The first to be hit was naturally the weapons master that was too far ahead.
His body was swift and agile. His swordsmanship was truly legendary as well. Sadly, none of this was of any help before absolute power!
It didn't matter how fast the weapons master was; he couldn't possibly be faster than actual lightning!
The lightning blast instantly filled the vision of the weapons master at almost the same instant he thought of dodging.
The weapons master pointed his blades forward. Wild inner power erupted all around his body. A green ring of light just barely protected his body when the lightning struck the tip of his elven saber.
The next instant, the weapons master's body was paralyzed and hurting tremendously. He had been wholly fried and scorched.
The wild and ferocious lightning chain traveled all over his body and quickly snapped toward the closest elf to him.
That was the Druid Master that had turned into a bear!
He ferociously stood upon his hind legs and roared. He intended to use his incomparably tough body to endure the lightning.
Sadly, when the wild flow of electricity surged through his muscular body, he crumbled to the ground before he could even finish his roar. His entire body started to release thick black smoke. One could vaguely smell the stinging and scorching burnt flesh.
The chain lightning still didn't stop. It snapped once again and lunged at an elven deadshot that was drawing her bow.
The female deadshot did not have as robust a body as the previous two targets with which to endure the lightning. She frantically dodged, but, sadly, a small part of her body was still struck by the lightning chain.
Aaaaaah!
There was a painful cry as the female elven deadshot crashed upon the ground. The parts of her body that had not been hit by the electricity were still fine. However, the parts that had been hit were burnt to ashes and were on the brink of simply disintegrating.
The energy contained within the lightning chain had erupted three times in succession. Most of the lightning power within it had been exhausted. However, it didn't disappear yet. It once again carved out a strange, winding path and turned toward another female elven deadshot.
The elven deadshots, which had previously grouped up, panicked and fled in every direction.
By the time the chain lightning exhausted its energy and dispersed into the air, five Second Grade elves had already fallen on the battlefield.
Chapter 649 Blazing Guardian
Five Second Grade elves!
That Third Grade Arms' ferocious blast had instantly knocked down five elven fighters of Second Grade. This terrifying reality caused the scalp of every elf present to buzz. The entirety of their souls numbed. None of them knew how to respond.
Almost as if it sensed the crumbling will of its followers, the large brilliant moon in the sky suddenly glowed with an intensely bright and chilling light.
A strange and profound aura suddenly rose from the body of the god messenger standing in the sky. Her demeanor and atmosphere had changed entirely.
God Messenger Xenia's face was ice-cold. She looked down upon Thunder Dragon Arms who was roaring and charging at her; her face displayed no sign of panic.
"Dragon brat. This is Faen, not the home of you dragons. Did your seniors not tell you to respect the god
s?"
As she spoke, a mysterious and holy aura radiated from her body, causing all living beings in the area to feel a trembling in their heart and an urge to kneel.
The Goddess of Moonlight!
No; the Xenia before them couldn't yet be called the Goddess of Moonlight. At the very best, she could only be seen as a god messenger carrying a trace of the Moonlight Goddesses' will. Of course, the divine power that 'she' wielded would necessarily be limited by the power of Xenia herself.
If she wanted to use excessively powerful divine strength, then before she could even hurt the enemy, Xenia–as the host–would be the first to break. That was why the most significant combat power that the Goddess of Moonlight could unleash did not exceed Xenia's limit, regardless of how powerful she was.
At her very best, the Goddess could only unleash the power of a peak Third Grade. Yet, as a Third Grade thunder dragon, Arms could even fight off some of the slightly weaker Fourth Grades. That was why Arms wasn't too inferior to the opponent when it came to a comparison of power.
It was precisely because he knew the nature and methods of descent that the gods used that Arms felt no fear or respect for this 'descended' goddess.
"Haha. You gods of other planes always think of yourself as the rulers of the entire universe. How much power can you even unleash once you leave this plane and this world?! How can you compare to us dragons? No matter where we go, our power will always be our power. It will never wither, and it will never be taken from us. What is such a god supposed to use to make me respect them? If you want me to retreat, you should first summon a Fourth Grade god messenger."
The arrogant words of the Third Grade thunder dragon instantly caused the Moonlight Goddess' expression to turn.
As a revered god of Faen, there had never been a mortal that dared to be so rude in front of the gods!
Meve, the Goddess of Moonlight, laughed coldly and pointed lightly with her pretty and slender hands.
"In the name of the moon, let darkness forever obscure the vision of this creature before me."
As these words that sounded like a curse left her mouth, Third Grade Arms let out a wild roar. His vision had gone dark, his eyes shrouded by a cluster of darkness.
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