The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases-Chapter 497 - 297: I Am Legend (Part 2)

We must eliminate or use the Magic Enigma Lock to seal this second Crimson Calamity here! Otherwise, one day it will threaten the entire Dewensen and thereby shake the entire military plan of the High Elves in Elariya. It would affect the entire Elf race’s ambition to restore Elf glory since settling in Elariya from Toriel. This plane, at least its Elves, cannot withstand the ravages of a second Crimson Calamity. And in our shallow understanding, this level of Mana Energy is doomed not to last.

"What are you waiting for? Act now!!!"

As Vileili drew her bow and nocked an arrow, she simultaneously used Giant language Magic Messaging to the entire battlefield.

The chieftain of the Frost Titan casually tossed aside the half-remaining corpse of a Blue Dragon. He cast a deep look at the Red Dragon hovering above the fortress, its presence making the entire sky seem to twist.

He understood, of course, that the Elves were using them to wear down the enemy’s strength first. But from the moment they set foot on the primary material plane through that Teleportation Gate, they had no retreat. Either they would kill the dragon or be killed by it.

He let out a desolate low howl toward the sky, "Asado—" But his battle cry, signaling the charge, was cut off halfway through as he suddenly faltered.

Just then, the Red Dragon, which had been silent in the sky since its melting metal shell was exposed, abruptly opened its crimson eyes and fixed its gaze on him.

Under the solemn watch of the Dragon patriarch Attilicia, David, whose state seemed a bit off, suddenly spread his pale crimson wings. Six light bands, akin to the angelic wings in Diablo, instantaneously extended outward, exploding into a circular halo of radiance behind him. He drew a crimson streak across the sky and dove toward the legendary Frost Titan.

The Frost Titan, enveloped by the shadow of death, his eyes wide with terror, bellowed, "Ancestors, protect me!!!"

A glimmer of ghostly light emerged from the eye sockets of the ancestral skull pendant on his chest.

Even this remnant soul of the first Titan, born thirty thousand years ago under the intervention of the Giant gods, felt the terrifying, unstoppable force head-on.

A divine power from the original Frost Titans burst forth within him.

Ice mountains around him rose up layer by layer, only to melt away rapidly the next second.

Because David’s four feet had heavily landed on the legendary Frost Titan’s chest and shoulders, which were crossed in defense.

CRACK.

The scene on the battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment.

A thunderous boom erupted. The ground centered around the two of them roiled violently like boiling water, creating ripples.

The surrounding dragons and Titans engaged in combat dimly perceived their Dragon Lord and the Frost Titan chieftain still locked in place on the suddenly collapsing ground. However, amidst the terrifying light explosion, it felt as though the combatants were drifting further and further away from the pair.

Even the Tokamak Fortress, which David had rebuilt with his Authority, began to crack and collapse again under the force of what seemed like an eight-magnitude earthquake.

As a result, the Neisser Arcanists on the walls had to use [Dance of the Air] to fly into the sky. They tried their best to distance themselves from these two colossal creatures and their powerful leader!

This battle was no longer something ordinary creatures could participate in.

In the very center of this legendary battlefield, the Frost Titan chieftain felt as if he had been tossed into a pool of magma, burning all over under the brilliant light. If not for the divine protection of the ancestors, he might have been turned to ash by the terrifying temperature emanating from his opponent’s body. He could hardly see anything, only feeling the other’s claws firmly wrapped around his neck. He could almost hear his own cervical vertebrae twisting, cracking, and groaning under the Dragon’s grasp.

The Frost Titan roared, "AAAH!!!" As a Dragon, David possessed four limbs and two wings. The Titan, in contrast, could only use his hands to desperately grip David’s spear-like wing spurs, trying to fend off David’s bites.

Just as the Frost Titan felt his head was about to be plucked off, a cunning volley of arrows from the Elf Vileili arrived, swift as a string of pearls.

David, his Eyes of [Greed] wide open, instinctively retracted his neck. The Frost Titan seized the opportunity, kicking with all his might and sending David flying in an arc across the sky. David landed on all six limbs, burst into a frantic laugh, and charged again.

[Authority—Wrath]

Thus, despite knowing they were no match, the Frost Titans charged at David together in a mad, desperate rush.

The chieftain screamed in despair, "No!!!" Then, amidst his cries, they were turned into a sky full of flesh and blood in David’s spinning dance of death.

The ice armor the Frost Titans prided themselves on melted away before they could even get close, their bodies charring and cracking open.

Those robust and grand bodies were as fragile as paper before David’s whirling claws.

Even the Dragons felt a chill at the sight of this efficient reaping of lives, like a grim reaper’s scythe.

This was no longer a fight they could join. They didn’t dare to risk it, fearing their crazed Dragon leader might accidentally slaughter them as well... And this caution saved their lives.

Because, at this moment, everything from David’s perspective was dreamlike and twisted. The formidable Titans before him would occasionally look like a flock of sheep, and sometimes like two-dimensional line drawings. Driven by endless [Wrath], he seemed to tear them apart sheet by sheet. Thus, the Giants in reality, under the dominion of [Arrogance], were slaughtered like lambs and torn apart like paper.