Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System-Chapter 93: Golden Dragon City

Drakion had beaten Drax black and blue, white and red, green and black—to the point where his cheeks were swollen beyond recognition. Only after thirty relentless minutes of pummeling did Drakion finally feel that he had vented his rage, leaving behind a groaning Drax, his body wracked with pain.

Even after this brutal scene, the dragons still looked at Drakion with strange, wary eyes. He could only sigh helplessly in response.

They moved on, continuing deeper into the Field of Bones. The further they advanced, the more bones there were—countless skeletal remains, littered endlessly across the desolate land.

As Drakion reached out and touched one of the bones, he could feel nothing—no residual soul, no lingering will. Just cold, silent death.

A thought struck him. Could it be... the souls that appear at night, when the Death Mist descends—are they from these very dragons lying here in ruin?

"Drax, are the souls we saw before we crossed the bridge from here?" Drakion asked, turning toward the bruised spirit.

"Stop asking me JAMB questions—solve it yourself," Drax snorted, not even bothering to look his way.

"Oh? So it seems you do want to get beaten again," Drakion said, cracking his knuckles with a cold smile.

Drax instinctively stepped back. "This is bullying!" he protested.

Drakion kept smiling.

Drax’s expression turned serious. He placed a hand on one of the massive dragon skeletons in front of him. "Yes... it seems so. It looks like the enemy severed the soul from the body, which means the soul can never return—no matter what."

His frown deepened. "The enemy truly intended to erase the Dragon Clan."

"What do you mean?" Drakion’s brows creased.

"Separating the soul from the body means the dragons can’t pass on their inheritance. There’s no chance for revival at all," Drax said solemnly.

Drakion’s expression darkened. The enemy is truly merciless.

As Drakion and the others pressed forward, he noticed something odd—some skeletal dragons stood as if frozen mid-battle, their stances fierce, bones thicker, more resilient. And the strange energy surrounding them was denser, more malicious.

Drakion had questioned Kaidros, Zephyr, and Stryx earlier about where they had first appeared. All three had pointed to this space. This was where they had landed.

Upon arrival, they had been surrounded by the skeletal remains. Yet something deeper stirred—a sorrow they couldn’t explain, rising from the bones like a ghost. Instinctively, they had wanted to kill anything that wasn’t a dragon. Even fellow dragons who resisted the call—they had tried to kill them too.

When Drakion had heard this, he shook his head grimly. The enemy even left behind a backup plan...

If dragons emerged here and gave in to that cursed energy, slaughtering all who stood before them, they would eventually provoke the wrath of the other races. It would lead to their complete annihilation.

"What a ruthless, cunning enemy..." Drakion muttered, his voice heavy with disgust.

As Drakion was still intently examining the bones, Drax by his side, both wondering if they could uncover any clues about the enemy from the skeletal remains...

"Master, look at this!" one of the dragons gasped in awe.

Drakion heard the excitement in their voices and furrowed his brows in confusion. They had walked a bit ahead of him, so he quickly moved in their direction.

As he approached, he was startled—the endless field of dragon skeletons had abruptly come to an end. The place where the dragons stood resembled a natural hill, overlooking a vast expanse.

Finn pointed ahead, his eyes wide with astonishment. Drakion noticed the same shocked look on the others’ faces—even Kaidros, whose usual coldness had cracked into visible surprise. That alone made Drakion even more curious.

He turned toward the direction Finn pointed, and his eyes widened as his mouth fell open in stunned amazement.

A city—twisting and spiraling across the earth like a coiled dragon—gleamed before them.

"Wow... I never thought a city existed here," Drakion exclaimed, his voice breathless.

The distant city shimmered with golden splendor, its radiance undeniable even from afar. Strangely, it seemed to sit within a steep depression in the earth, as if hidden deliberately. The sight was both majestic and mysterious.

Without hesitation, they descended the hill and began moving toward the hidden city. The terrain had shifted again—they were now in the middle of a dense, vegetation-rich forest that obscured their path.

After walking for nearly two hours, Drakion paused, his gaze narrowing in frustration.

Something wasn’t right.

From the hilltop, the city had seemed a mere thirty-minute walk away. Yet here they were, trekking for hours, and the city remained just as distant as when they started.

"Kaidros, mark this stone," Drakion ordered, pointing to a large rock nearby. Though confused, Kaidros obeyed without question.

SWOOSH!

He unsheathed his sword and slashed the stone lightly, etching a visible mark into it. The other dragons exchanged puzzled glances, uncertain of Drakion’s motive.

"Let’s keep moving," Drakion said. The others nodded and followed.

But within five minutes, they arrived—once again—at the very same marked stone.

"It seems I was right... we’ve been walking in circles," Drakion said darkly, his frown deepening.

"You’ve already been caught in the formation surrounding the city," Drax’s voice echoed.

Drakion’s face twisted in irritation. "If the enemy attacked the dragons, shouldn’t the formation have stopped working?" ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Well..." Drax chuckled, "I don’t know what happened exactly. The enemy might never have gained access to the city."

Drakion’s tone dropped to a growl. "Then how do I get out of here?"

"Give me a few minutes," Drax replied as he materialized and began carefully scrutinizing the surroundings.

A minute later, he snapped his fingers. "The stone is the key. Just drip Draconic blood on it and step forward."

Drakion nodded and gestured. One of the dragons stepped forward and let a single drop of his blood fall onto the marked stone.

Suddenly, a swirling vortex opened beneath them—pulling them in with no warning.

In the blink of an eye, they reappeared—this time standing before the city.

But it wasn’t a city anymore.

It was a ruin.

Drakion’s eyes swept across the shattered remains, the air thick with silence and forgotten history. The once-golden city now lay broken, crumbled from time and battle. Yet as he glanced up at a cracked monument, he could still faintly read the name etched into it—weathered and nearly lost to time.

"Golden Dragon City."

A/N: The goal of 100 golden tickets has been reached! Expect a bonus Chapter. Let’s not forget... the events have only just begun.