Without dragons to lead the way, the adepts would have had to fight their way to the peak from the very foot of the mountain. When that happened, the Wings of Azure Skies would have completed all of his defensive preparation by the time Greem and the others arrived, regardless of how slow his reaction could be.
Moreover, this was Lance, a plane of dragons!
Krille would never have imagined that two Fourth Grade powerhouses would have assaulted him so directly and confronted him at his palace itself.
Half of the three thousand meter cliff was traversed in an instant. Just as the two dragons broke through the cloud layer and continued upward, strange, shrill laughter came from the space around them.
“Careful, the wind spirits have come!” Mary had sharp eyes and reminded the rest of her group of the incoming threat.
Greem turned his head around and looked for the nearly transparent wind spirits as he tried his best to block the harsh gusts coming his way.
With the Chip’s elementium sight, Greem quickly found a few flickering green silhouettes around them.
Wind spirits were mutated wind elementium. They had an elementary humanoid form, and their entire bodies were made out of flowing green and white wind elementium. Due to their skill at riding the winds, they were difficult opponents where the air currents were the fiercest.
The speed of their flight was swift, and their bodies blended into the background, making it difficult for ordinary people to catch a trace of their movements. Furthermore, they rarely fought their enemies head-on. They preferred to use their high speed to stab their enemies with transparent wind spears.
A single strike and they would leave!
The adepts wouldn’t have been afraid of such attacks if they were on level ground. However, they were currently hanging onto Arms’ back and ascending upward. There weren’t very many techniques they could use to deal with the wind spirits in such a situation.
Above them, three wind spirits were trying to use their wind spears to knock the witches off the back of the corpse dragon. Sadly, they screamed, and their bodies dispersed the moment they even got close.
The fate of three of their companions terrified the wind spirits. They no longer dared to deal with the corpse dragon or the witches on its back.
Instead, they turned their eyes and dashed toward Greem and the rest.
Arms braced himself as a giant ball of lightning gathered in his throat. It seemed he intended to use a lightning storm to drive away these annoying things.
“Ignore them. Leave these things to me!” Greem patted the thunder dragon’s back lightly, and Arms dispersed the lightning and continued flying upward.
Greem tilted his head, and blue light flashed in his eyes. He quickly locked onto the seven wind spirits diving at them.
The next second, red light shot out of Greem’s eyes as two beams of burning Solar Rays swept across the sky. Where the laser swept past, the transparent wind spirits were revealed before turning into a chaotic current of air as they screamed in agony.
These wind spirits were First Grade at the very strongest. They had no other advantages apart from their transparent bodies and rapid movements.
If it were a different adept, they might try and protect themselves with area-of-effect magic to ward away attacks from the spirits. However, Greem was not all affected by the unadvantageous environment due to the Chip’s elementium sight. He continued to shoot out Solar Rays and turned the humanoid wind spirits into currents of hot air.
The four or five dozen wind spirits could only laugh or weave around them, but couldn’t fly close enough to Greem to do anything. For a moment, the two parties continued to fly upward while engaged in a stalemate.
Due to the interruption of the wind spirits, Greem and the other adepts were a step behind the witches.
By the time Arms landed on the top of the cliff, the corpse dragon and the two witches were nowhere to be seen. However, a bloody path of broken dragonborn limbs and scattered flesh extended all the way toward the elegant, extravagant palace.
If one listened carefully, they could vaguely hear the roars and cries of dragonborn warriors from the depths of the palace!
“They have fought their way inside! Let us guard the entrance then!” According to the original plan, the Fourth Grade dragon was the main target of the Fourth Grade witches. As the supporting forces, Greem and the others only needed to clean up the pawns.
“Iritina.”
Thunder Dragon Arms roared and prepared to charge into the palace, but Greem stopped him.
“Arms, it is a battlefield of Fourth Grades in there right now. Are you sure you want to take the risk of going in?”
“But Iritina is inside.”
“Don’t worry! Their target is only that Krille. I have already talked to the witches; they won’t kill Iritina.”
“But…”
“There are no ‘buts.’ You either choose to stay with us here and guard this place until the battle ends, or you charge in right now and mess up Lady Khesuna’s plan. Two paths, your choice!”
After stuttering for half a day, the reluctant Third Grade thunder dragon hung his prideful head.
“I’ll stay here.”
Greem finally let out a sigh of relief in his heart.
He had wanted to tie this Third Grade thunder dragon to his wagon from the very start. However, Arms had been an arrogant and prideful individual from the very beginning. He very rarely listened to Greem’s words and plans.
Greem had gone all out this time and used the threat of a Fourth Grade witch to suppress Arms’ will.
One should know that Fourth Grade Krille had several powerful subordinates under him. Apart from two Third Grade dragon lords, he also had a trusted Third Grade dragonborn servant.
The Third Grade dragons might be Krille’s subordinates, but they had their own territories in the surrounding areas. They would only arrive in front of Krille when summoned. As such, apart from Krille the Fourth Grade dragon, there was only Third Grade Emerald Dragon Iritina and a Third Grade dragonborn leader around Tempest Keep.
The reason Greem wasn’t willing to let Arms leave was that their team was probably incapable of dealing with a Third Grade dragonborn without him. Having Arms stay was for the express purpose of having him deal with the Third Grade dragonborn.
They didn’t have to wait for long. Half a minute later, a large group of dragonborn roared and stormed out of a camp to the side of the cliff, led by a muscular and powerful dragonborn leader.
When contrasted with the First and Second Grade dragonborn, the Third Grade dragonborn appeared to be particularly ferocious and strong.
Before it could shout out its first order, Third Grade Thunder Dragon Arms roared and charged forward. His massive body crashed into the dragonborn’s, and he smashed into the ranks of the enemy while still fighting against the leader.
Arms was a massive creature thirty meters in length and a dozen meters in height. The Third Grade dragonborn leader might be greatly inferior in size, but his sturdy stature and scaled body turned him into a steel chariot himself.
Chapter 806 - Bloody Battle In Front Of The Palace
These two massive creatures crushed through the ranks of the dragonborn, instantly causing immense damage to the reptilian soldiers.
Whether it was being hit by the powerful tail strike of the thunder dragon, or being crushed by the one-ton weight of the dragonborn leader, the bodies of the dragonborn would collapse, breaking their bones and causing them to throw up blood upon the ground.
“You go deal with the wind spirits above!” Greem looked at Mary and shouted out his orders.
Mary’s attacks were relatively weak, which made her ineffective against the tough-hided dragonborn. As such, Greem relegated an easier task to her.
“Zacha, you guard the palace gates and make sure no one gets in. Tigule, you attack with me!”
After quickly handing out the assignments, Greem tossed his golem core and summoned the
Flame Fiend of Terror. At the same time, he roared and started his transformations.
The next second, two massive flame fiends rose from the ground and started bombarding the dragonborn with magma fireballs.
Tigule acknowledged his orders and released the Goblin Shredder from his golem talisman. He then dove into the machine within seconds. The next moment, the Goblin Shredder roared and started moving its body. It waved the metal chain and drill on its hands and stood unhesitatingly in the path of the dragonborn.
A series of magma fireballs exploded in the ranks of the dragonborn. The ferocious flame shockwaves and splashing rain of magma instantly killed the eleven foremost dragonborn. They collapsed beneath the rain of fire, the metal armor on their bodies softening in the extreme heat and turning into flowing liquid that sizzled against the flesh and scales underneath.
Greem and the Flame Fiend stood side by side. One was responsible for conjuring fire all across the field, while the other was responsible for intercepting the enemy. In just an instant, they had managed to engulf an area of a hundred meters in front of them in blazing fire.
The First Grade dragonborn warriors started howling in pain from the magical flames the instant they entered the sea of fire. Apart from burning their bodies, the violent flames even got into their insides through their ears, eyes, noses, and mouths, turning their internal organs into ash as well.
Many dragonborn warriors stumbled through the sea of fire, only to collapse in flames before they could even cross swords with the Goblin Shredder. Their muscular bodies were covered with burns and scorch marks.
Only the Second Grade dragonborn could rely on the wind elementium around their bodies to break through the horrifying fire sea. However, what greeted them the moment they emerged from the flames was Tigule, waving his metal chainsaw and metal drill.
Clang, clang, clang!
The noisy sound of cutting metal came from afar.
The one and a half meter long metal chainsaw sent plenty of sparks flying every time it slashed against the metal armor and tough scales of the Second Grade dragonborn. Meanwhile, the whirling drill always managed to create bloody gouges in the bodies of the dragonborn.
The dragonborn might be immensely powerful and possess some of their dragon lord’s elementium attributes, but they were still inferior compared to a magical machine warrior armed to the teeth. Even the most trained martial artist would still be vulnerable to a kitchen knife, and even the most powerful of dragonborn could not do anything about the difference in equipment between them and the Goblin Shredder.
The one dozen Second Grade dragonborn were kept at the edge of the sea of fire by the Goblin Shredder. Blood and severed limbs would accompany every assault they attempted.
The just recently repaired Goblin Shredder was once again tested with harsh battle conditions.
Multiple heavy attacks were landing upon its strong metallic body at every moment. Every strike from the heavy warhammers of the dragonborn caused the Goblin Shredder to tremble from the impact. Tigule was already dazed from all the shockwaves and was utterly deaf to all other sounds now.
Seeing the dangerous situation that Tigule was in, Greem turned his firepower without any hesitation. A wild Firestorm, Meteor Shower, and a terrifying Doomsday Volcano engulfed the Second Grade dragonborn surrounding Tigule.
Fire adepts truly lived up to their names as battlefield cannons!
This ferocious attack from Greem instantly suppressed the growing ferocity and might of the Second Grade dragonborn.
The dragonborn screeched from the pain of burning and started charging around the sea of fire in their panic. They could no longer stay within their tight formation.
However, regardless of how tight the adepts’ defenses were, there was no stopping the dragonborn with their shocking numbers. Greem had just laid down a squadron of dragonborn, yet another started making its way through the fire before he could catch his breath. These new reinforcements roared and charged toward Greem.
The Goblin Shredder was slowly pushed to a side of the battlefield by the army of warriors. A large group of dragonborn warriors waved their warhammers and axes as they rushed toward Greem and the Flame Fiend. With no choice left to them, the firepower duo of Greem and the Flame Fiend of Terror could only engage in a melee with fireballs in the left hand and a giant sword in their right.
The entire battlefield instantly descended into chaos!
Greem and the others knew very well what they needed to do.
Third Grade Thunder Dragon Arms was fighting against the Third Grade dragonborn leader. He had a dragon’s aura of might, and he also possessed the advantage in size and strength; victory was only a matter of time.
Thus, Greem could only stall the dragonborn here with all he had and wait for Arms to defeat the enemy and return to back them up.
After all, Greem’s side only had four Second Grades, while the enemy had as many as two to three dozen.
Mary was shrouded in a mist of blood in the skies above the cliff. She wove through the air like lightning, drawing out the death throes of wind spirits with every lunge.
She slaughtered three dozen wind spirits in a single go. The remaining spirits could no longer suppress the horror in their hearts and started fleeing in every direction.
Mary didn’t chase after them and instead beat her wings to ascend even higher into the sky. She looked down on the chaotic and bloody battlefield from her vantage point. When she saw Greem clumsily wave his massive fire sword against three Second Grade dragonborn, she dove downward without any hesitation.
The dragonborn warrior she had locked onto raised his head and his four pupils focused on the descending crimson silhouette. A translucent wind blade shrouded his axe as he roared and slashed at the enemy.
A dull thud rang out.
The dragonborn and Mary were blown away at the same time.
Mary’s body shook as a crimson blood arrow shot out of her body, piercing two terrifying holes in the throat of the dragonborn warrior.
The dragonborn stumbled backward and stabilized himself with his strong physique and powerful regenerative abilities.
Trading wound for wound. Hmph! How could that frail woman ever be his opponent?!
Before the dragonborn could finish his thought, the crimson silhouette dove at him once again from a strange angle.
Dammit! My axe cut through her body earlier. She should be severely wounded now.
There was no time for him to think. The badly wounded dragonborn warrior raised his axe and sliced downward. The two shadows once again split off in different directions.
This time, the dragonborn warrior could no longer keep himself standing. His thick front legs trembled as he collapsed to the ground. The axe was tossed to the side as he clutched the bleeding gouge in his throat with both hands. Regardless of how he tried to stop it, the blood continued to flow through his fingers like an overflowing river, quickly gathering into a pool before him.
The dragonborn warrior struggled and raised his head, only for a rapidly approaching silhouette to be reflected in his eyes.
Was she still human? She’s just an unkillable monster.
The crimson outline flashed past his body, and a massive head flew into the sky.
Mary sensed the blood energy flowing from the dragonborn in his body. She quickly healed the damage to her body and beat her wings before snaking into the battlefield once more. Her bloody hands were like sharp daggers, quickly slashing past the throats, eyes, ears, armpits, and crotches of the dragonborn.
Every warrior that Mary attacked couldn’t help but let out a grunt of pain. Their strikes, slashes, or even desperate grapples all failed to land.
Mary was like a crimson phantom, dashing through the ranks of the dragonborn, dodging their attacks, and using her crimson energy-infused hand to attack their weak spots.
With Mary’s frail body and the dragonborn’s tremendous strength, she was like a glass doll weaving between a stampede. Even slight
contact would shatter her bones and snap her tendons, rendering her crippled and wounded. Mary could only use her high Agility to its limit, sliding past the axes and hammers at a speed invisible to the eye, refusing to let any of the weapons touch her.
“Greem, how long do we have to hold? What are the witches doing? Why haven’t they started yet?”
Mary roared at Greem as she slaughtered the dragonborn.
Before Greem could reply, a deafening roar came from the depths of the palace.
“Witches. You are Fourth Grade witches.”
Immediately after, the massive palace behind Greem and the others collapsed amidst quaking and shaking. A fifty-meter-long dragon rose from within the rubble and flew into the distance as it roared.
Dammit, the witches couldn’t have let the dragon get away, could they?
Greem’s heart was gripped with concern. However, he looked up and saw a strange chain of light attached to the Fourth Grade dragon’s body. One end of the chain was embedded in the body of the dragon, while the other was firmly in the hands of Khesuna.
With this chain of light, the Wings of Azure Skies would never be able to shake off Khesuna, regardless of how it tried to fly and escape.
The other Fourth Grade witch, Felmyst, pursued it on a strange undead dragon. The other Fourth Grade corpse dragon roared and emerged from the palace ruins, its massive wings twisted and damaged beyond recognition.
Chapter 807 - The Battle Concludes
The Shackles of War!
Greem couldn’t help but raise his head and let out a long sigh.
As a Second Grade adept himself, Greem had heard of this powerful adept’s war equipment.
It might not look like much, but it was true Fourth Grade magical equipment. Moreover, it was terrifying planar law equipment.
Enemies that were chained by these shackles had almost no chance of escaping. There was no breaking free from the bonds of the shackles before exterminating the one that held it in their hands.
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