Chapter 401: Garon: When True Dragons Unleash, Am I Just a Kitten?

Boom! A deafening explosion interrupted Garon's thoughts.

He had used Dawn Island in the Alpha Alphatia Empire as the anchor for his time teleportation, and he now hung thousands of meters above it with Isaac.

The silver giant dragon looked down, surveying the vast ocean below.

On the small island bathed in morning light, waves of heat and blinding light erupted, covering every inch of the island. The fierce winds turned the surrounding sea into a bubbling cauldron, with waves rising tens of meters high.

Garon watched quietly.

Even on this small island within Dawn Island, the residents—divided into wind and fire mages—were unleashing spells on each other like sworn enemies, with a do-or-die ferocity.

This tiny island was teetering between the rampaging elements of wind and fire.

"The infighting on the main planet seems even more intense than on the satellite worlds," Isaac muttered, following Garon's gaze towards Dawn Island.

Meanwhile.

Under the gaze of the two giant dragons, the wind mages led by Mariam gathered together.

With solemn faces and eyes filled with hatred towards the fire mages, they began to construct the same spell in unison.

At this moment, the blood in all the wind mages' veins flowed faster, their hearts pumping in unison, as waves of surging magic burst forth from their bodies, continuously converging.

Normally, each caster's magic would be slightly different.

However, under a unique frequency of resonance, all the distinct magics fused in an instant, forming an overwhelming force comparable to that of legendary creatures, bearing a clear oppressive power.

At this time, although only a few hundred wind mages were performing the resonant casting, and many were injured, with Mariam being the only high-level caster remaining, they still managed to conjure legendary power.

Under Garon's keen senses, the resonated magic was not just at the threshold of legend; it was approximately equivalent to a level twenty-five caster.

In the entire Alpha Alphatia Empire, even a legendary level of twenty-five might not be remarkable.

But on a remote little place like Dawn Island without any legends, it was enough to turn the tide and completely change the situation.

"Resonant casting, this secret technique is unfortunately only usable by those with Alpha lineage," Garon said with a slight shake of his head.

Hearing Garon's words, Isaac murmured, "Indeed, many star-system level projects within the Alpha Alphatia Empire were created using resonant casting. It's a foundational secret technique that has established their civilization's heritage."

Garon had discovered the special qualities of the Alpha lineage when he first encountered his fire mage kin.

These casters construct spells by directly using highly dense and concentrated special magic to imprison and enslave elemental energy, forcing it to serve them, unlike traditional casters who need some elemental affinity.

Of course, legendary casters can actually mimic the unique aspects of the Alpha lineage.

However, this is laborious and inefficient, and the casting efficiency and power are far inferior to those of the genuine Alpha lineage.

The advantage of the Alpha lineage is that even the lowest level casters can manipulate magic in this unified manner. The more casters with the Alpha lineage, the more terrifying the power of resonant casting.

"Resonant casting... Maybe I could try to adapt it for dragon use."

"If successful, it could elevate the overall strength of my dragon race to another level," Garon thought silently.

Having an aspect of a dragon god and being revered and admired by countless true dragons, Garon deeply realized that the strength of the dragon race as a whole also represents his own strength.

Why are legendary dragon species so mysterious to other races?

Because even among the powerful dragon race, legendary dragon species are treated as myth.

Even if legendary dragon species do not care to deal with ordinary dragon affairs, other species naturally think of the entire immense dragon race when they see a legendary dragon species.

"My own spell creation isn't very good."

"However, I can go to my dear disciple, the Reaper Karl, and the King of Arcane, Iorelm, the first-generation magic goddess of that timeline, who should give me some face."

"With their help, creating a version of resonant casting adapted for true dragon lineage probably won't be difficult."

Garon blinked, his mind made up.

At that moment.

The bloodline resonance of the wind mages on Dawn Island was nearing completion.

Feeling the threat, the fire mages had concentrated their attacks from all directions during the resonance, but the surging magic of the resonance naturally formed a highly condensed barrier, dissipating many of the flames, only slightly weakened.

"Nowhere wind, become the storm that destroys all, descend!"

In a deep murmur, under the will of the wind mages, the sky suddenly darkened.

Looking up, endless streams of

 wind gathered in the sky, forming a vortex resembling the eye of a deity, filled with hurricanes capable of tearing metal and the accompanying thunder and lightning.

The next moment, the vortex pressed down.

Its target was Dawn Island.

Like a legendary spell crafted at full power, it quickly enveloped Dawn Island.

This already unstable little island began to crumble.

Because of their control over the hurricane, the wind mages were in the only safe area, while the surrounding fire mages were turned into blood by the meat-grinder-like storm, adding a scarlet hue to the chaotic color of the wind vortex.

Moments later.

The terrifying hurricane dissipated, the sky cleared for miles, returning to normal.

The once peaceful and quiet little island was now left with just a few wind mages standing on broken rocks, barely a hundred square meters in size, with the surrounding sea murky, strewn with tree debris and unrecognizable limbs.

Despite achieving the ultimate victory.

But when a gentle ray of sunlight fell on Mariam's face, she felt no joy.

Looking at her homeland, now disfigured, their hearts felt desolate and pained, and they harbored even more hatred toward the fire mages who had triggered the war and the foolish and unjust Emperor Alphax.

Looking up at the cloudless sky.

Mariam paused slightly.

She thought she saw a flash of silver light and a rainbow, but because it disappeared so quickly, Mariam thought it was just her imagination and didn't pay much attention to it.

"Let's go!"

"Let's head to the imperial capital and help our wind mage comrades execute Alphax!"

"This foolish emperor and the fire mages must pay for their actions."

Regaining her composure, Mariam clenched her teeth and spoke to the surrounding solemn-faced wind mages.

The reason the wind mages had become so radical was not without cause.

It was because Emperor Alphax had signed a declaration labeling the wind school as an illegal organization, removing the empire's protection for wind mages, which infuriated the already hot-tempered fire mages, some of whom vented their anger on the innocent families and friends of some casters.

Some non-caster freemen associated with wind mages were also affected by the fire mages' wrath.

Many wind mage families were destroyed, their hearts turned to ash.

With the support of Emperor Alphax, the fire mages, who had been established as the empire's orthodoxy, proudly described that period as a great purge, meant to cleanse the empire of filth.

Now, it's hard to say which side, wind or fire, is more at fault.

If it's the fire mages, but it was the radical wing of the wind mages that first started attacking the magic academies.

If it's the wind mages, the fire mages, seeking revenge, deliberately spread the conflict beyond the mage disputes, targeting the families and friends of wind mages.

At this point.

This war, which erupted suddenly and almost without warning, was no longer about right or wrong, only in the future, when the victors write history, will it be possible to distinguish right from wrong.

The two giant dragons raced across the sky, looking down at the endless conflicts and fires on the continent below.

Under Garon's sweeping gaze, this vast main planet of Alpha Alphatia was now devoid of any stable or safe places, with the noisy struggles between wind and fire visible everywhere, and even the spellcaster armies stationed in various cities becoming chaotic.

Wildfires and storms were omnipresent.

Endless mountain ranges, winding rivers, and lush forests were now sinking and breaking between wind and fire, an apocalyptic scene permeating every corner of the main planet.

Before this.

No Alpha would have imagined that their proudly mighty and glorious empire would collapse in such a manner. 

Time quietly passed.

Before reaching the imperial capital, Garon and Isaac were intercepted.

Under Isaac's concealment spell, ordinary legendary creatures couldn't discern their figures streaking across the sky, but this didn't mean that no creatures could detect them.

At a distance of about six thousand kilometers from the imperial capital, in the airspace above a riverside forest.

Two dragons, one silver and one iridescent, were blocked by three wind mages enveloped in powerful winds, almost elemental in appearance.

This location was home to a wind mage army besieging the imperial capital.

In this full-scale war between wind and fire, the war was brutal and swift. As soon as it broke out, countless Alphas died, but soon, the ancient wind mages gained the upper hand, making the newly emerged fire mages, with only a few centuries of history, realize the strength of their long heritage.

The fire mage most hated by the wind mages.

Was none other than Emperor Alphax, who had issued an unjust verdict.

Therefore, to prevent Emperor Alphax from escaping.

The wind mages, having gained the upper hand, erected powerful wind

 barriers around the imperial capital, blocking space and planar teleportation spells, and stationed armies in various directions to besiege the capital, slowly tightening their lines over time to gradually crush the capital's defenses.

Some fire mages, loyal to Emperor Alphax and wishing to support the capital, were ambushed and killed by the wind mages before they could reach it.

Tactics like besieging points and striking reinforcements proved very effective in a magical empire.

Upon seeing the two dragons, because Isaac and Garon were not obscure creatures—Isaac was a demi-god level true supreme mage, and Garon a mysterious otherworldly giant dragon, well-known among the empire's elites—they were immediately recognized.

"Dean Isaac, Lord Garon."

"Since you're here, don't rush to leave."

The three wind mages formed a triangular encirclement, subtly surrounding Isaac and Garon.

Meanwhile, attracted by the activity in the sky and belonging to the wind mage camp, dozens of other high-level legends, with levels up to thirty-six and above, along with many legendary wind mages without supreme mage seats, also gathered around, forming an encirclement.

In total, hundreds of legendary wind mages and three demi-god wind mages blocked Garon and Isaac's path.

Whether wind or fire mages, the overall strength on the main planet was much stronger than on the satellite worlds. Legendary casters were not rare and were quite numerous.

The spellcasters of the Alpha Alphatia Empire focused purely on one elemental path to explore magical truths, making their methods quite pure and simple.

This also made their ascension easier.

In contrast, a sufficiently complex arcane might require understanding all elemental energies to be created, and the arcanists of Netheril needed to master far more knowledge than wind or fire mages to reach the same level.

Of course, there are advantages and disadvantages.

In Garon's view, theoretically, arcanists, who can solve all problems with their magic, have a higher potential than wind or fire mages.

At the same level, arcanists also have far more means than wind or fire mages, and if they fight at the same level, arcanists would have a clear advantage.

Back to the main topic.

The two dragons encircled in the midst of the wind mages exchanged glances.

Then, Isaac cleared his throat and said, "You lot... um, don't misunderstand. I'm no longer a citizen of the Alpha Alphatia Empire. I'm not going to the imperial capital to support the dog emperor; I just want to record the outcome of this war as an observer."

Dog emperor, this was now the unified title the wind mages used for Emperor Alphax.

Adapting to local customs, Isaac not only refrained from calling them freaks but also referred to Emperor Alphax as the dog emperor, clearly stating his stance.

After hearing Isaac's words.

The wind mages exchanged looks between Isaac and Garon, communicating through a special wind magic.

A few seconds later.

The leader, a demi-god wind mage appearing as a middle-aged man, fixed his sharp gaze on the two dragons and said solemnly, "I don't care about your intentions, whether true or false, the area ahead is not for you to go."

"Please turn back. This is an internal matter of the Alpha Alphatia Empire, and we do not allow outsiders to interfere."

Although he used the word "please," his tone was full of threats.

At this moment.

The normally silent silver giant dragon narrowed his eyes, his voice deep as thunder, "What if we must go?"

As he spoke, the dragon's fangs gleamed menacingly.

Garon always responded better to softness than to hardness.

Threats?

He had faced too many along the way.

The high-handed attitude of the others irked Garon.

Hearing Garon's words, the demi-god wind mages kept their expressions unchanged and said, "It seems you do not feel intimidated by us."

Garon chuckled and said, "Only the weak feel intimidated. The strong are fearless!"

"A bunch of disorganized, insect-like creatures, how can they intimidate a true dragon?"

Garon's highest battle achievement was fighting ten to one under the suppression of the primary material world, causing massive destruction in the metal world, and making the mechanical sovereign there question his life, all while under his home turf advantage.

This time dragon had now become a force to reckon with, no longer the cautious young dragonet of before.

Usually, Garon might appear humble or mild, indifferent to many things.

But in his bones was the pride of a legendary dragon species.

Not inferior to the other two, not inferior to the rainbow dragon or the power dragon.

Beside him, Isaac blinked, looking at the silver giant dragon showing his ferocity, and involuntarily remembered his own scene of being beaten up. His dragon face winced in remembered pain

.

At the same time.

Garon's almost insulting and uncompromising words made all the wind mages feel uneasy, their eyes growing cold.

None of the gathered wind mages was weak. Usually, they were the ones who looked down on other beings, never being called insects or ants.

"Very well, it seems you won't yield unless you see blood."

Before he could finish.

In the wind mages' view, the silver giant dragon, already massive, suddenly expanded explosively. In just a moment, he transformed into a mountain-like terrifying beast, his oppressive presence overwhelming.

Garon's level was approaching that of a lesser god.

When he freely displayed his strength, he naturally touched the limits of the primary material world, affecting its material rules.

This impact had a concrete manifestation in the material world.

Within a thousand kilometers centered on Garon, regardless of the previous weather, the skies suddenly became overcast with oppressive, heavy clouds, nearly touching the ground.

The wind howled.

Thunder and lightning.

Torrential rain poured down.

At this moment, it was as though a demon god had descended.

Lightning bolts piercing the sky lit up the dark weather momentarily, illuminating the dragon scales of the giant in the dark rain curtain, making them shine brilliantly.

Looking up at the mountain-like silver giant dragon.

In the platinum dragon's eyes, a broad and indifferent gaze met the wind mages'.

Feeling the seemingly endless power inside the other, the tangible dragon might, and the tsunami-like oppressive force—even the demi-god level wind mages felt their own insignificance.

This feeling, unfamiliar to the demi-god and legendary beings who were recognized as strong, was like encountering a much higher-level hunter when one was weak, generating an overwhelming pressure from all directions.

"What a powerful true dragon."

Under Garon's aura, the demi-god wind mages showed deep wariness.

"Garon the Great is mighty and imposing!"

Not far from the giantized Garon, the iridescent dragon, framed like a harmless little creature, had eyes shining with admiration, spontaneously exclaiming.

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