Chapter 236: Chapter 45: Za Sowing Seeds; Bloody Battle on the Plains_4

The commotion here quickly attracted the powerhouses of the Human Faction.

A human master-level warrior charged over with a giant sword, attempting to stop the slaughter by the dark green giant demon.

"Stop right there, your opponent is me!" The human master-level warrior roared, and the sword burst with light. The surging fighting qi instantly condensed into a ten-meter-long Fighting Qi Slash, which swung down with momentum.

Mondo halted the slaughter of human warriors, turned around with a sinister grin, and met the oncoming Fighting Qi Slash head-on with the Super Wolf Fang Club.

Helplessly, the human powerhouse had to give up the Fighting Qi Slash, and first avoid the attack of the wolf fang club.

The wolf fang club missed and smashed into the ground, creating a huge pit.

Amidst the rising dust, a gleam flashed in the eyes of the human master-level warrior. He quickly approached and swung the giant sword at Mondo’s neck. As the weapon and flesh made contact, the human warrior felt a surge of joy.

Got it!

As long as he cut off the giant demon’s head, the giant demon may not die, but during the time it takes for the head to regrow, it would have no consciousness. Taking advantage of this period, he could completely deplete the opponent’s energy, leading to death once the recovery ability was lost.

Besides fire and acid, this was the most conventional method to kill a giant demon.

Clang~!

In the astonished gaze of the human master-level warrior, the giant sword was stuck in the thick muscular neck.

Patches of black dragon scales quietly appeared on Mondo’s neck. It was these suddenly-appearing dragon scales that obstructed the swing of the giant sword.

The human warrior’s face slightly changed, trying to pull out the giant sword, but Mondo’s muscles tensed all over, bursting with terrifying power, rendering the sword immovable.

In terms of power comparison, at this moment, Mondo was comparable to a subspecies giant of the same level. And giants, even sub-giants, are representatives of overlord power.

At the same level, apart from the Red Dragon and Blue Dragon, the other Five-Colored Dragons in pure brute strength are not as strong as the Storm Giant and the other six True Giants.

Giant Dragons are called perfect creatures because they have basically no shortcomings in all aspects, capable of flight and underwater exploration.

True Giants, before becoming legendary, cannot fly. Even when they reach legendary status, they are not adept at flying, fly slowly, do not possess terrifying Dragon Breath, nor do they have the strong dragon pressure suppression.

In such circumstances, True Giants rely on their full potential of pure brute strength to contend with giant dragons.

Using pure brute strength requires a formidable physique to bear terrifying brute force, so the bodies of giants are often extremely powerful, strong enough to withstand a Dragon’s Breath without dying.

Realizing the weapon couldn’t be withdrawn, the human master-level warrior immediately made the best choice—abandoning the weapon and fleeing.

Without a weapon, there’s no use fighting.

However, just as the human master-level warrior took a few steps, a massive fist, with a faint blood-colored glow covering its surface, slammed into him at terrifying speed.

The body-protecting fighting qi exploded instantly, followed by the sound of bones and flesh shattering. This human master-level warrior died under the blow of the giant fist.

Mondo withdrew his fist with a disdainful snort.

He strode forward, lifted the flesh-mangled, mud-like body of the human master-level warrior, and tossed it into his gaping maw, swallowing it whole.

The body of a master-level human contains a significant amount of energy, not as much as top-level demons with massive physiques, but still a top-grade meal for Mondo.

After killing and eating the obstructor, Mondo continued to charge into the fray.

Nevertheless, he wasn’t brainless. Knowing he had killed a master-level powerhouse, he would surely be targeted by the Human Faction. Therefore, he fought his way towards a top-tier sub-dragon in the Crimson Nest camp.

A sub-dragon with yellow scales noticed Mondo approaching and, seeing he was an ally, continued to trample and slaughter humans, beastmen, and dwarves, showing his formidable strength no doubt.

With the addition of the 10,000-strong Black Wing Legion, the tide of the war gradually changed, the monster side clawing back from disadvantage and gradually gaining some upper hand.

One hour later, with the sound of horn blows from both camps, this war came to a temporary end.

During the truce.

As the commander of this war, Carolina naturally needed to count the number of monster deaths.

"Low-level monster deaths near 300,000, mid-level monster deaths around 1,100, high-level monster deaths 35, master-level monster death, one."

The red-scaled Dragon People reported the casualties of this war.

Carolina frowned slightly, "Which master-level monster died?"

"It was the Earth Dragon ’Plas’," the red-scaled Dragon Person said.

Upon hearing it was a powerful sub-dragon, the joy Carolina originally felt from the small victory in the war disappeared instantly.

The Crimson Nest doesn’t care how many low-level monsters die.

As long as mid-to-high-level monster casualties aren’t too high, the Crimson Nest can bear it.

But the death of every master-level, top-level monster is a significant loss to the Crimson Nest.

In wars where the legendary cannot participate, every master-level presence is particularly crucial.

At this time, in the camp where the Black Wing Legion resided.

The fire pit rose, and Black-winged Monster Warriors cheered and feasted on roasted meat.

This roasted meat, naturally, was from the corpses of monsters and humans that died in the war earlier that day.

In the center of the camp, a nine-meter-tall dark green giant demon hummed a tune popular in Monster City, turning his wolf fang club over the bonfire.

On the wolf fang club was skewered a several-meter-large, ferocious dragon head—the same top-level Earth Dragon that fought side by side with Mondo.

Once it was nearly cooked, Mondo brought the wolf fang club close, tearing off a large chunk of dragon head meat with his huge mouth.

Chewing for several moments, the earth dragon’s meat was very full and chewy. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Mondo ate with great relish.

In the end, because there was so much meat from his Earth Dragon companion, Mondo generously shared it with other Black-winged Monster Warriors.

"Commander Mondo, I think this was Lord Plas..." a Big Goblin scratched his head and asked.

"Uh, it seems like... it was?" Mondo muttered, a bit confused, honestly not having remembered the name of this Earth Dragon.

But that didn’t matter, he certainly wouldn’t forget it in the short term.

The meat tasted so good, and it also helped him fend off strong enemy attacks, making it memorable to Mondo for at least a few years.

.....

Time passed slowly, and a year went by in the blink of an eye.

Black Wing Nest, Black Castle, on the Ink Black Square, Dragon’s Roar resounded endlessly.

Over three hundred giant dragons of various colors gathered on the enlarged Ink Black Square, conducting ranking battles on huge stages.

In duels, the victorious dragon leaves the stage, has their injuries healed by the Dragon Vein Mage, and awaits the next match.

The losing dragon walks dejectedly to the other side—the loser’s stand.

"Damn it, these new guys are way too strong, it’s not fair, they’re much older in Dragon Age than us...." Green Dragon Kevin said indignantly.

Beside Kevin were his second brother Geller and fifth sister Yulia.

As for his third brother Said.... following Kevin’s gaze, on the opposing winner’s side, an over-eight-meter long mighty green dragon was conversing with two other dragons no smaller than it, ’Golden Dragon’ and ’Red Dragon’.

"Said, that traitor!" Kevin muttered through gritted teeth.

In the distance, Green Dragon Said noticed his elder brother’s envious glance and huffed a quiet snort.

Regarding his siblings, Said held them in disdain.

Without the Void Bloodline of the Black Dragon King, worthless dragons don’t deserve the attention of him, destined to become the Green Dragon King.

Shifting focus, Said continued discussing his fighting style with his friends, a ’Golden Dragon’ and a ’Red Dragon’.

The scene was quite odd.

Sly and suspicious Green Dragons, arrogant and proud Red Dragons, kind and aloof Golden Dragons, yet they could talk freely together.

Simply unbelievable.

And this wasn’t an anomaly.

On the vast Ink Black Square, there were dozens of dragon groups like Said’s, with Golden Dragons with arms around White Dragons, Red Dragons bickering with Bronze Dragons, and Black Dragons and Brass Dragons sharing their ideals....

In one corner of the square, several Green Dragons huddled together with Kevin and in the distance a group of over ten White Dragons, seeming a bit unconventional and out of place.

The reason being.

Because they were all True Dragons.

And True Dragons who couldn’t suppress or control their nature, having not obtained the Void Bloodline.