Since the flesh and blood of the skeletal dragon had been stripped away in life, leaving only a hollow skeleton, the formidable power of the dragon race couldn't be manifested in this undead form.
The soul fire of the bone dragons was formed by sacrificing a high-level undead, not the original dragon soul. Essentially, bone dragons are a special type of skeleton.
Ghost dragons, on the other hand, had their soul fire transformed from the dragon soul. But for easier control, most of the ghost dragon's memories from life were erased, meaning they lost the heritage of the dragon race.
Therefore, in battle, bone dragons relied on their sturdy, death-tinged bones, while ghost dragons had the innate melee combat instincts from their life, plus some common abilities of undead creatures.
Thus, in the eyes of the dragon race, undead dragons couldn't be considered true dragons. Their combat strength had severely declined. In equal standing, even a white dragon could easily tear apart a bone dragon.
Merely this aspect made the existence of undead dragons a stain on the reputation and soul of the dragon race.
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At the height of ten thousand meters, a legendary battlefield unfolded. Bertelaine, the Death Dragon Rider, struggled with ten legendary undead dragons against the siege of nineteen ancient dragons, hoping to hold out until reinforcements from the council of legends arrived.
Below them, hundreds of giant dragons clashed with the numerically superior but significantly reduced undead army in their first collision.
As far as the eye could see, any giant dragon could easily single-handedly fight three to five bone dragons. But Bertelaine had summoned 1,600 bone and ghost dragons, depleting all his remaining resources. His undead army, though mainly composed of undead dragons, also included various other types of undead creatures.
Thus, these young giant dragons fought bitterly, each besieged and barely any having the spare capacity to assist others. Muria was among the few who still had the strength to rescue other dragons.
"Not as satisfying as those demons in the Abyss Training Grounds," Muria muttered, wielding the Seven Sins Blade and the Demon Dispelling Sword. His recent charge had effortlessly cleaved through the undead army, with no undead capable of withstanding a single strike of his sword or blade.
"It's simply not thrilling. Apart from their numbers, there's nothing commendable," Muria's disappointment was evident, a pity that no dragon could see it.
In the eyes of many young giant dragons, they only saw a powerful golden dragon, who, even without reverting to his true form, easily broke through the undead ranks, greatly inspiring many dragons.
Some soul-spirit level giant dragons even flapped their wings and charged into the undead army, trying to emulate Muria's breakthrough to gain the respect of other dragons.
However, they soon realized that undead dragons, despite having lost most of their combat strength from life, were tough adversaries. Their charge could knock several away, but their robust bones were not as fragile as they appeared, much to the dragons' frustration.
"Idiots! They saw Lord Muria tear through the undead and thought they could do the same, not considering what Lord Muria wields in his hands," a golden dragon remarked, watching several dragons eagerly charge into the undead, only to be quickly surrounded and overwhelmed by the undead dragons, making movement difficult.
"The only remarkable trait of bone dragons to us is their sturdy skeletons. Without appropriate weapons, it's hard to shatter them with our strength alone," a silver dragon agreed, "They were indeed too reckless!"
"Muria, please rescue those of our kin," a gentle voice reached Muria as he looked up at the legendary battlefield above, eager to join.
"Understood," Muria glanced around and quickly spotted the four reckless dragons, too conspicuous, surrounded and encased in irregular bone spheres by numerous bone dragons.
A roar filled with anger came from one of the bone spheres, a mature bronze dragon covered in a layer of water, its muscular and powerful form evident.
In fact, it was indeed powerful. Tail swipes and claw strikes easily repelled the encircling bone dragons, but it was futile.
The bone dragons couldn't withstand its strength, but their solid bodies could easily endure it, making the situation as frustrating as dealing with sticky candy - impossible to kill or shake off.
Regretting its actions after a few rounds of combat with the bone dragons, the bronze dragon realized it was too late to retreat.
And while bone dragons had many weaknesses compared to real giants, they still possessed dragon bones capable of tearing dragon scales and flesh.
So, when Muria's gaze fell on the roaring bronze dragon, covered in blood and wounds from the bone dragons' assaults, he didn't hesitate to throw the Demon Dispelling Sword towards it, not caring about the undead dragons in between.
There was no need, as the Demon Dispelling Sword, emitting a slightly dissatisfied hum, transformed into a rainbow of sword light, shattering all undead in its path.
"Boom!" One after another, bone dragons were pierced, losing limbs or tails, with the unluckiest having their skulls shattered and their soul fires extinguished by the sword's energy.
The sword rainbow crossed the sky, reaching the bloody bronze dragon, surrounded by bone dragons. The sword light flared, instantly destroying three bone dragons and opening a path for the bronze dragon to retreat.
But, "This sword…" The bronze dragon's eyes fixated on the Demon Dispelling Sword, unable to identify the legendary metals it was forged from, but its dragon instincts told it the sword was precious and powerful.
So instead of retreating, the bronze dragon reached out its claw towards the Demon Dispelling Sword…
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