The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases-Chapter 515 - 309: Dragon Soaring in the Sky

Just as the mana sun rose in the center of Dewensen and David, with his own power, had nearly annihilated the higher echelon of the Elven Kingdom, the appointment letter personally signed by the late Queen Arasya of the Elves came into immediate effect.

Countless snow-white Magic Owls carried this urgent appointment letter into thousands of households. They landed in the hands of Elf students still bewildered by the sudden catastrophe, their teachers, and former students who had graduated from the academy, including some retired rangers and elven knights.

Among them was Euniselen, who had been appointed headmaster of Dewensen Academy forty years prior when David forcefully entered the academy and was chosen by Court Mage Menekver. At that time, Euniselen was anxiously tracking her direct disciple, Elizabeth, reflexively linking her to the shocking explosion in the city center, when she received the appointment letter that seemed to fall from the sky:

"Effective immediately, Euniselen Gonzalez is appointed Commander-in-Chief of the Dewensen Military District."

This... is simply chaos!

Looking at this sudden appointment letter, Euniselen felt none of the secret joy she had experienced when promoted to headmaster. Instead, her heart kept sinking, filled with worry. She was acutely aware of what this meant. It meant that the core of the elven ruling class had very likely been completely annihilated in this catastrophe. Under the watch of their Queen and the Court Mage strategists, they had been directly sacrificed for the sake of the greater picture, and now others were entrusted with command amidst danger. There had been absolutely no prior warning!

Rationally, Euniselen, as Menekver’s direct disciple, could easily deduce her teacher’s motives from the outcome. In this world, there were no perfect, flawless conspiracies or plans, because their execution ultimately depended on the executors.

Dewensen Academy claimed to be inclusive, not discriminating against commoners with sufficient talent. However, the ability to discover one’s talent at the appropriate age and afford the hefty tuition fee meant that most students still had intricate ties to the nobility of the Elven Kingdom—like Elizabeth, and like Euniselen herself. If they had known about this arrangement in advance, how could these favored ones not guess the Queen’s plans? How could they ensure that all the chosen individuals would not, for various reasons, share this secret with their families?

Yet even now, overwhelmed with anger and sorrow, Euniselen’s rationale prevailed. She immediately began organizing those who had also been appointed, using Magic Communication. With all her might, she started to gather the defense forces around the outer perimeter of Dewensen, which were in disarray and leaderless, like headless flies.

Damn it! Her disciplined, instinctual compliance only fueled Euniselen’s anger further.

No! Is David Uthos’s purpose merely revenge, as simple as that? No, countless pieces of evidence had already proven this was no ordinary Red Dragon. So, is it possible that this is not a spontaneous attack, but... a long-planned war!

And once it came to war, both sides often resorted to extreme measures, meaning usual intelligence might not be entirely true. Even though surveillance feedback indicated the dragons near Montero Coast and the Port of Wallens were behaving as usual, Euniselen still conceived of a possibility that terrified her upon reflection.

She then made a decisive order to the city defense forces: "All city defense ballistae, elevate ninety degrees!"

The City Guards were baffled by Euniselen’s order, which seemed as absurd as if their neighboring Blue Star had moved a machine-gun emplacement forward by 50 meters. Nevertheless, they reluctantly complied. Looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, their expressions dumbfounded by the flames that reddened the expanse above, they suddenly spotted some unusually large silhouettes swiftly enlarging in their field of vision.

"Dragons...!"

Or rather, a group of giant dragons, brewing Dragon Breath as they plummeted from the sky. To avoid premature detection by elven magic surveillance, they had been circling above the stratosphere, most of them coated in a layer of white frost.

"Dragons are attacking the city!"

"Fire!" Euniselen commanded.

But turning the city defense ballistae, large-scale siege engines, required precise differential pulleys for slow adjustment. Their angles were typically pre-set before battle. The first Fire Dragon Breath had already struck the city walls, causing a thunderous explosion, by the time the defense mechanisms were finally, slowly activated. These defenses hadn’t been used for who knows how many years—not since they were last prepared for an attack by the Crimson Calamity, Pafila.

Accompanied by the CLICKING of gears, some charged ballistae began to streak across the sky, hurtling towards these ferocious beasts from above.

This ambush, like the battle on Montero Coast two years ago, came too suddenly; they had no idea when or how the enemy would strike. Only this time, the situation had completely reversed.

The simultaneous attack of the Chromatic Dragons wielded power far exceeding what the defenders of the Elven Royal Capital had imagined. The Chromatic Dragons had never acted in concert like this before—not even during the war in Skanis two hundred years ago. To be precise, such an event hadn’t occurred since the Dragonfall War.

In an instant: the Red Dragon’s Fire Dragon Breath, like a burning inferno; the Blue Dragon’s lightning breath, rumbling like summer thunder; the Green Dragon’s clouds of virulent poison; the Black Dragon’s corrosive acid; and the White Dragon’s bone-chillingly cold frost breath. Each was an incarnation of destruction.

As the Elves’ massive, magically-glowing ballista bolts struck their targets with a dull THUD, Dragons plummeted from the sky like meteors. Meanwhile, the giant ballistae on the city walls were destroyed one after another, blasted into myriad flying fragments by the continuous Dragon Breaths. With every ballista destroyed, the howls and laments of the elven soldiers rose. This signified their effective defensive power was rapidly diminishing. Yet, the assault of the Chromatic Dragons did not slow; it intensified.

For a time, the purple rooftops, lofty towers, and winding streets of the Elven Royal Capital burned, froze, or corroded under the Dragon Breath. Wherever the shadow of dragon wings passed, wails filled the land.

While David’s dragons swarmed out, casting a shadow of destruction over the ancient elven capital, David himself was locked in an unprecedentedly tough battle in the city center.

Dragon Breath was ineffective. Magic was ineffective. In close combat, he was no match for the three elven goddesses, who, as three aspects of one being, fought with seamless, fluid coordination as if they were a single entity. This was despite their power being significantly limited because their shared vessel of incarnation was contaminated. If not for that, David would have fled long ago. The fate of Samast, former leader of the Dragon Worship Cult, served as a bloody precedent. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Even so, David was thoroughly at a disadvantage. Initially, he tried to use his Authority, [Arrogance], to escape underground and temporarily mitigate his disadvantage. But damn it, after activating his ’x-ray vision,’ he saw roots of the Tree of Life, like pythons, swarming towards him from underground. Scalp tingling with fear, David had to burst from the earth again, constantly ’projecting’ weapons to fight back.

Even more deadly were the remaining Elves hidden in the district’s shadows. Organized by Court Mage Menekver, they continuously sniped at him. This forced David to divert some attention, ready to close his eyelids at any moment to prevent his eyes from being injured. Although he could rapidly recover using [Lust], it still took time. That momentary delay was immediately seized by the Moon Goddess—or rather, Angreis, the Elven Goddess-Queen. As David landed again within the [Air Ban], she ensnared his lower body with roots.

"David Uthos!"

"Defiler of the gods!"

"In the name of the moon, I shall obliterate you!" the three incarnated goddesses pronounced their solemn judgment in unison.

Just as they spoke, David retorted with a cold laugh, "So you think you’ve got me outnumbered, huh?"

In the goddesses’ momentary shock, David cried out, "Dad!!!"

He saw Attilicia and Alicia burst from the ruins. They had already received the ’blessing’ of the mighty Goddess Pafila and had infiltrated the city in elven form amidst the chaos. Each wielded a crimson longblade, slashing at the roots of the Tree of Life.

Simultaneously, Court Mage Menekver, hearing the goddess’s enraged wail, instantly sensed an immense killing intent.

Behind! Just as he turned, he saw a muscular female Ogre leap up. Like a gymnast, she used the ruins of the treehouses to launch herself, delivering an exaggerated yet explosive kick aimed squarely at his head. Behind her were Barbarians wielding twin blades of exile and a Drow hidden in the shadows of the night.

After David’s dragons, his retainers arrived in droves.