Chapter 311: The Fall of the Dragon!
Garon smiled faintly as he looked towards the increasingly closer elven stronghold, saying, "I'm looking forward to it."
Afterward, Ulysses, with its long serpent-like body, followed behind Garon, winding through the air.
As time passed, the mighty dragon army had already arrived near the Forest of the Elves. At Garon's command, they temporarily halted their march.
The dragons hovered in the air.
On the ground, countless monsters let out eager roars, their claws scraping countless marks on the earth.
The gaze of both dragons and monsters fell on the dense forest ahead.
Inside the Mistlock Barrier, armored elven soldiers stood ready, instinctively gripping their weapons tighter as they looked towards the monster army that surged like a dark tide.
Even the sight of the leading silver dragon brought a heavy psychological pressure.
On the planet of Kara, due to the disparity in strength, it had always been the elves who launched attacks, while the dragon race defensively guarded their territory, passively defending and still being pushed back, losing territory inch by inch.
Naturally belligerent and arrogant, the true dragons could hardly bear such humiliation.
Now, with roles reversed, a torrent of revenge ignited in the eyes of each true dragon. From their excited gaze, it was clear what fate awaited those behind once the Mistlock Barrier was breached.
"Tasty little bugs, your Uncle Ulysses is here!"
Ulysses roared towards the Forest of the Elves, drooling profusely at the sight of so many elves.
Seeing Ulysses's greedy expression, many elves gripped their weapons tighter, their fingertips turning pale.
At the same time.
Garon raised his dragon claw, and a blue rune materialized between his fingers, dancing up and down.
The blue light shimmered, conjuring the semi-transparent form of Aelie, the small rune lifeform looking eagerly at the Mistlock Barrier, clearly remembering its failure to break through.
"Warriors of the dragon race, followers of the true dragon's steps."
"I will protect you, my magic is with you!"
With that, under Garon's control, the World Rune rose high into the air.
A vast amount of magic poured into it, causing the World Rune to swell into a small sun radiating blue light, painting a portion of the sky in blue hues.
Seeing this, many elves looked up at the World Rune, a bad premonition rising within them.
Then, a pale blue light cascaded down like mercury from the World Rune, forming a vast curtain of light that enveloped Garon's dragon army.
Simultaneously.
The dragons and their kin covered by the curtain of light felt a magical protection enhancing them.
Runes shimmered across their bodies, flickering before melding into their forms.
Magic-nullifying spheres to resist magical damage, mana flow bands to accelerate mana recovery, speed-enhancing cloaks of light, and phase charges—all these runes' powers were bestowed upon the dragon army.
And Garon had not expended much magic.
After bonding with the World Rune, Garon increasingly realized its tremendous power. His magic was merely a key; the World Rune could autonomously draw from the magic of Valoran, endlessly releasing its magic.
Indeed, it drew from Valoran, not Kara.
The World Rune, born of Valoran, maintained a deep connection to that world, able to remotely extract its magic.
After casting enhancement spells on the army.
The World Rune controlled by Garon was not yet done.
It hung in the sky, lightning arcing around it, accompanied by magical comets orbiting it.
These were the World Rune's other two offensive spells, Storm Gathering and Arcane Comet.
Among them, Storm Gathering, which once accidentally destroyed Volibear's home, grew increasingly powerful with time. Even Garon, a demigod, did not dare to underestimate it.
On the elven side, mages and priests also cast various protective spells around the Mistlock Barrier.
Anti-magic barriers.
Banishment fields.
Magic-nullifying shields.
Concussion sigils.
Crack!
A bolt of azure lightning struck from the sky, piercing through layers of protection and hitting the Mistlock Barrier, creating a web of cracks.
Crackle!
More arcs of electricity spread from the World Rune, along with several Arcane Comets bombarding the Mistlock domain.
These arcs from the World Rune officially began the war.
"All forces, attack!"
Garon's voice was deep, issuing the command.
"Annihilate them!"
In an instant, the dragons waiting in the sky roared, their cries piercing the clouds, spreading dragon might towards the elves like a hurricane.
On the ground, the dark mass of monsters surged forward in a roar, rushing towards the Forest of the Elves.
As they moved, the earth kicked up countless clouds of dust, the thunderous stomping sound as if the earth itself was wailing.
As they approached a certain distance.
Elven casters made their move.
Boom, boom, boom!
The ground cracked open, and something seemed to churn beneath, breaking the surface in an instant.
These were countless thick vines, covered in poison-tipped thorns, as if alive, strangling the ground forces of the monster army, poisoning or directly suffocating numerous dragon kin.
But more vines were torn apart by sharp claws and teeth.
A legendary green dragon roared, inhaling deeply before exhaling a spreading green gas, instantly withering any vine it touched.
And this was just the beginning.
Clouds of fire in the sky, meteors plummeting to the ground, turning areas into wastelands of decay, countless long-range spells of icy beams first appeared on the battlefield.
In the deafening sounds, the ground quickly became ravaged.
Cracks, pits, lava, and crisscrossing spires of rock—the marks of magic were dense across the surface.
Yet, against the elves' barrage of magic, the monstrous army pressed closer to the Forest of the Elves, with surprisingly few casualties, causing the elven casters to falter in doubt.
Some keen-eyed casters noticed the clue.
When some spells hit a member of the dragon kin, what should have been fatal was blocked by a sudden magical shield on their surface.
And this magical shield was not a special ability of any specific kin.
Ogres, trolls, centaurs—nearly all kin received this magical shield's protection, blocking fatal blows for them.
Furthermore.
Under the frenzied bombardment of magic, many kin's backs shimmered with blue light, speeding them up significantly.
Some lower-level casters couldn't even aim at these monsters.
Thus, the dark mass of monsters fiercely withstood the elven casters' magical bombardment, approaching the protective barrier alongside the soaring dragon lords.
The dragons, fuelled by rage, inhaled deeply and exhaled dragon breath towards the Forest of the Elves.
Flames, lightning, storms, pulses, frost—different attributes, but all immensely powerful breath attacks tore through layers of protection, weakened thousands of breaths striking the Mistlock domain.
The ground forces of monsters simultaneously arrived, attacking the defense barrier with sharp claws, spell-like abilities, and more.
Inside the Mistlock Barrier and numerous protective spells, some elves maintained the operation of the barriers, while others, under the protection of these spells, attacked the densely packed army of kin and dragons.
"Truly, the finest magic art mastered by the
high elves."
The silver dragon hovering in the sky narrowed its eyes, its cold gaze falling on the Mistlock Barrier.
Despite sustaining attacks from many dragons and kin, as well as bombardment from the World Rune, the Mistlock Barrier, though its surface rippled and occasionally cracked, stood firm, guarding the elves within.
Many high elves were inside the Forest of the Elves.
Ulysses was already clawing at the Mistlock Barrier, slashing at it to create openings, trying to tear through the cracks to feast, but was repelled by attacks from legendary elves. The gaps it left were quickly repaired.
Without Garon.
Indeed, the dragon forces of Kara could not counterattack the elves.
But now, Garon stood atop the battlefield, enduring the gaze of nearly all elven strongholds.
"Do you really think this Mistlock domain can stop me?"
Saying so, the silver dragon's form swelled under the fearful gaze of countless elves and the admiring eyes of all true dragons, transforming into a terrifying beast over six hundred meters long with wings spanning over a thousand meters.
Seeing Garon's god-like transformation again, creatures of the Forest of the Elves felt an indescribable pressure.
A tsunami-like presence came crashing down, passing through the Mistlock domain, shaking the spirits of many elves as the sky and earth did, causing some casters to suffer backlash from their spells due to shock.
Garon, now a god-like being, raised his head, roaring to the heavens, his dragon might manifesting as a storm that crushed all elven spells in its path, brutally striking the Mistlock Barrier.
The long-standing Mistlock Barrier, at that moment, cracked like an eggshell.
Lightning-fast fractures spread.
Many high elves maintaining the barrier paled, sensing impending doom.
The Mistlock Barrier, under attack from numerous dragons, kin, and the demigod Time Dragon, began to falter, like a boat in a storm, ready to capsize at any moment.
The god-like giant opened his dragon mouth.
In the next moment, a river of Time Shattering Breath was released.
From east to west, as Garon turned his neck, the breath left vast blank spaces in the sky, piercing through the Mistlock Barrier, creating a tens of kilometers long rift.
"Ha ha, little snacks, come to your Uncle Ulysses's belly!"
The giant serpent was the first to soar, rushing through the barrier's breach.
It exhaled electrified steam, paralyzing nearby elves before scooping up four or five and tossing them into its mouth.
Crunching a few times, it swallowed them whole.
As such a gap appeared in the Mistlock domain, the legendary elves' expressions changed drastically. Some legendary creatures confronted Ulysses, intending to surround and kill it, but more true dragons flooded in from the breach, appearing above the Forest of the Elves.
The legendary dragons, alongside Ulysses, charged at the legendary elves.
Not waiting for the Mistlock Barrier to recover.
Another breath from above, as if to pierce the heavens and earth, struck the Mistlock Barrier.
Crack!
The bowl-like Mistlock Barrier was torn open with a massive cross-shaped crack.
Eager and frenzied from the war, the kin monsters scrambled to follow the dragons' footsteps into the Mistlock domain.
The beautiful, natural forest was set ablaze within minutes, the fire rapidly spreading.
Countless ancient trees were snapped, crushed, or turned into torches, reduced to ashes.
In the forest, ordinary elves and some sentient war trees fought against the monster kin, with creatures being slain and elves torn apart every moment.
In the sky, high-powered elves clashed with dragons.
Blood gradually soaked the land, tinting some streams red.
Roars, screams, destructive spells, gunpowder, and flames—all these elements intertwined, creating a hellish war scene.
Since the Mistlock Barrier was not completely destroyed.
The invading dragon army faced suppression in strength within the barrier, while the elves' power was enhanced. The dragon army, despite killing many elves, also suffered significant damage.
At the same time.
The god-like dragon outside soared high into the sky, disappearing from the battlefield, beyond even the legendary beings' perception.
Garon also had his own Mistlock Barrier.
So he knew his two breaths weren't enough to destroy such a large-scale barrier completely.
But Garon knew how to shatter it thoroughly.
After becoming god-like, Garon's weight reached hundreds of millions of tons.
Due to the dragon's physique, his weight was many times heavier than a mountain of the same size.
Such a massive dragon's body was an unstoppable weapon.
Ascending tens of thousands of meters into the sky, Garon looked down at the earth, reduced to a map through the clouds. Even legendary dragons seemed like ants.
Then, the mountain-like dragon turned its body, wings folding to its sides.
Under the deep night sky, a silver meteor tore through the heavens, trailing silver-white light, plummeting from the sky at incredible speed.
Boom!
The tangible pressure of the fall stirred up a cloud of dust.
All dragons and elves sensed the terrifying might descending from the sky.
Looking up, they saw the kilometer-wide dragon, unstoppable and devastating, crashing down.
With acceleration and corresponding spells boosting his speed to the limit, the silver dragon, from appearing in the elves' view to nearing the top of the Mistlock Barrier, took but a blink of an eye.
Since the dragons within the barrier had engaged the elves, none could obstruct Garon's descent.
Time seemed to stand still.
The silver dragon, in a brutally forceful manner, struck the Mistlock Barrier guarding the forest.
Crash!
Like a dazzling galaxy, the Mistlock Barrier, at that instant, shattered like fragile glass.
Garon's god-like form barely paused before plummeting again.
The Fall of the Dragon!
Crash!
The dragon's limbs heavily struck the ground.
In the thunderous sound, the earth exploded, shockwaves radiating from Garon's center like a tsunami, carrying countless debris and stones in all directions.
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