READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 429: Chapter 429: Harvesting the Spoils of War
As an ancient golden dragon over eighty meters long named Bastet appeared behind the Golden Dragon Mother, he reported respectfully, recognizing her as the daughter of their dragon king.
"Very well!" Satisfied with the ancient dragon's report, the Golden Dragon Mother revealed a pleased expression. Her solo sortie to draw attention was intended to attract the attention of these fallen elves, aiming for their complete annihilation.
In legendary battles, controlling the airspace is crucial to defeating the opponent.
After all, legends capable of spatial manipulation have extreme mobility. It's not about being unable to fight; it's about being able to escape, so control of the skies often decides life or death in these encounters.
"With such a large force, do you intend to annihilate my Medis Kingdom?" Seeing the near-apocalyptic flood of dragons and giants emerging from the spatial gates, a faint divine glow lit up in the eyes of the Drow Elf Queen Dilara.
"To the best of our ability." The Golden Dragon Mother's face bore a modest smile. Launching a war of annihilation meant eradication of evil; it was natural to permanently eliminate all living forces of the enemy to avoid future troubles, ensuring a flawless victory.
"It seems you have us cornered." Dilara took a deep breath. With ten ancient dragons now visible, plus the legendary golden dragon and the sealed space, the situation had reached a critical point. There was no holding back anymore.
A suffocating pressure, oppressive enough to make ordinary creatures falter, radiated from the pale-haired, dark-skinned elf queen, causing many of the slightly weaker dragons and giants to roar out their frustration.
Behind Dilara, a tall and beautiful Drow elf phantom appeared, exuding an untouchable majesty that commanded reverence, making mortals want to prostrate themselves before it.
Soon, the tall and beautiful Drow elf phantom began to change, morphing into a repulsive, fear-inducing spider form—brutal, tyrannical, evil, dark. This was the sensation the Spider Queen's shadow behind Dilara gave to other beings.
Even the legendary Drow ministers nearby subtly distanced themselves from her.
With a couple of sharp snaps, Dilara, enhanced by the projection of the Spider Queen, wielded a snake-headed whip that cracked the air. This was a favored weapon of the Spider Queen Rose.
"Come then, let me see the strength of the world-renowned legendary golden dragon, the Golden Sunlight." Dilara boldly challenged the Golden Dragon Mother.
"Why won't you listen to me?" the Golden Dragon Mother said, massaging her temples, feeling a headache coming on. "I told you, it's another existence that is meant to beat you, not me."
"Hmph!" Dilara scoffed, her snake-headed whip lashing toward the Golden Dragon Mother, carrying a sinister glow and splitting the air into two misty waves. "Who else but you is worthy to fight me?"
"I believe I still qualify." A hand encircled by thunder reached out in front of the Golden Dragon Mother, grabbing the snake-headed whip and giving it a forceful tug.
Enhanced by divine power, the Drow queen staggered, involuntarily stepping forward with each step creating intricate spider-web like cracks in the space around her.
Titan Eryk, following the tug, used his robust and mighty form to step through the space, appearing before the Golden Dragon Mother.
"Indeed, not just a chosen of the gods, but a demigod with the power of a mid-tier deity, unable to grant such mighty power to their follower," Eryk said with a smile, not at all dismayed that he didn't have an absolute advantage in what he was best at.
There was nothing depressing about it because the Drow queen was not merely a mass-produced chosen of the gods but one in a million—a demigod with divine attributes. It was normal not to completely overpower her in strength; demigods are the closest beings to true deities, a weakened version of those who hold sway over the world.
"Titan!" Recognizing the thunder-wreathed golden giant before her, Queen Dilara's face showed shock. Titans were among the strongest of the giant kinds, known to all.
The presence of such legendary beings as enemies was undoubtedly oppressive.
"Good that you recognize me, prepare to take your beating!" The Golden Dragon Mother Atreus said teasingly, ready to step back as her role was done. She had already transported all the giants and dragons, including the ten ancient dragons and the four great Titans. With such forces arrayed, she had no doubt they could completely annihilate these dark-skinned enemies.
The horn of war sounded as the legendary Titan clashed with Queen Dilara officially, the legendary Drow elders battled the ancient dragons, and dragons and giants clashed with the hundreds of thousands of Drow army within the city.
The Drow elves had
a universal conscription system; during wartime, aside from the helpless infants who couldn't walk, every Drow was a warrior—there were no civilians, not even the elderly, infirm, or disabled.
The pungent smell of blood permeated the air as the corpses of pale-haired, dark-skinned Drow elves fell from the sky like torrential rain. Rare were the dragons or giants that fell; and even if they did, it was only temporary injury that lost them their flight, resting briefly before soaring again.
This was a one-sided slaughter. The forces of the Rockman Kingdom far surpassed those of the Medis Kingdom, whether dragons or storm giants, each a monster capable of taking on many foes. When they appeared on the battlefield in legions, it was a nightmare for the opposition.
"Little Muria, you and my two adorable goddaughters shouldn't get involved," the Golden Dragon Mother said amidst the chaotic battlefield, finding Muria who was piloting a chariot, zealously charging about.
To be specific, Indira was the one driving the chariot, and the nine soul-intent level beasts pulling it were trembling and extremely obedient under her aura, running wherever directed. The most vigorous attacker on the battlefield was Princess Remilia, the loli princess.
Although it was her first time in war, she relished the environment strewn with corpses, more excited than anyone else, continuously throwing her spear, Gungnir, piercing one Drow elf after another.
"Come with me!" the Golden Dragon Mother called to Muria.
"To do what?"
"To harvest the spoils of war!"
"The war isn't over yet," Muria replied, somewhat astonished.
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