Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 480 Unkind Invitation
"Old man, just now in front of the soldiers outside, why did it seem like your smile was forced—"

In the general's tent, Neo nudged Porelius with his elbow, then looked at Lucia who was sitting around the fire with them on the other side, and said with a smile: "Why, are you frightened the first time you see His Majesty? Are you afraid that the incident with your 'Ice Dragon God' will be exposed, and His Majesty will cut off your dragon head and use it as a chamber pot?"

Pollux's face changed and he glared at Neo angrily. How could this bastard be so blind and bring up things that are not related to the topic at hand?

Neo completely ignored his look, observing Lucia's expression of smiling but not saying anything, and asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, this is your first meeting with this old guy, and I'm sure there are a lot of internal affairs of Sky City to discuss. Would you allow me to step aside for a moment?"

Lucia looked at him and was about to agree, but she saw Boileus jumped up and gritted his teeth and said, "No - I have something important to report to Your Majesty. Your Majesty, please follow me out of the camp. I will discuss the military affairs with this kid slowly when I come back."

"Okay," Lucia said with a smile, "Then please sit in the tent for a while, we will be back soon."

The two men walked out of the tent one after the other, and flew into the sky in half-dragon form and flew away. While deliberately restraining their breath, they did not alarm the soldiers in the camp. They flew for hundreds of miles before stopping and landing on an empty and lonely snowy field.

In his half-dragon form, Polyleus looked even older than in human form, with a long beard covered in frost that stretched all the way to his chest covered in gray-white scales. The wings behind him were much wider than those of an ordinary flying dragon, and the surface of his wing membranes was covered with scars from repeated injuries and healing, as well as many holes that were difficult to heal after suffering penetrating wounds.

However, this old dragon still looks extremely majestic, like a piece of Zenith stone that has been scarred by thousands of blows. Even though he is carrying a past that is so heavy that it is almost suffocating, he shows no sign of collapse. Instead, layer after layer of increasingly cold and stubborn frost forms on his body, stubbornly resisting this world that is trying to crush him.

This is the leader of the twenty original flying dragons, the original creation of the Emperor's Project, the ice dragon Bolerus known as the "Frozen Ice Mist".

Opposite him, four more majestic silver-white dragon wings stretched out behind Lucia, and the golden blessing flowed in the gaps between each dragon scale. The half-human, half-dragon body was as majestic and steep as a towering peak, and the ferocious and gorgeous bony face exuded the wild and domineering aura of an ancient dragon king. Borelius silently compared himself and his king. Every detail he saw made him pale in comparison and feel ashamed.

"Your Majesty." Borelus looked at Lucia, and hesitated several times. Finally, he raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "I have an unwelcome request. I wonder if Your Majesty can grant it?"

Lucia also stared into his eyes for a moment, exhaled lightly and said: "I have said before, there are no criminals in this land, only meritorious officials. But if the 'unwelcome request' you mentioned is to fight me - I accept it."

Borelius suddenly widened his eyes, and after a while he came back to his senses. He laughed, not knowing whether it was bitter or happy, and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, okay."

"As expected, Your Majesty is indeed worthy of being the descendant of the previous king and the Dragon God, and worthy of being the new king that our dynasty has longed for for a thousand years! Please do not hold back, Your Majesty, and fight me to the best of your ability - so that I, this guilty minister, can see clearly with my dim old eyes how wrong I was back then!"

The words filled with heavy emotions were dispersed by the sudden surge of air currents, and two half-dragon, half-human figures tore through the earth, like two meteorites colliding with each other!
Borelius knew very well that Lucia possessed the ultimate fighting skills that only the royal family could comprehend. He instantly condensed a half-meter thick black ice armor on his body surface. He clasped his hands in the air, turned the ice and snow in the sky into a long sword, and slashed at Lucia with all his strength!
As soon as they started fighting, the leader of the original flying dragons unleashed his strongest fighting power, with the goal of trying his best to reduce Lucia's space to attack, to see if he could see the upper limit of the new king after he had revealed all his cards! However, the next moment, a scene that shocked him beyond words happened -

Lucia stood still where she was. Not only did she not have any intention of launching any royal fighting skills, but even the divine power and magic power surging within her dragon body did not move at all. She simply opened her fists and delivered a calm and correct straight punch directly at the ice knife that was slashing at her!

This seemingly careless move made Boileus, who was facing the fist, feel the coming of death without any warning!
boom! ! !
That punch simply smashed Borelius's ice sword into pieces. The moment it touched the black ice heavy armor, the entire set of ice armor suddenly exploded with the center as the origin. The flying ice debris shot in all directions, making a sharp whistling sound that tore the air!
Then, Lucia's fist hit his chest, and Polyus almost heard the cry of his own heart about to explode under the tremendous pressure!
boom--

Borelius's knees went weak and he knelt on the ground. His iron-gray pupils trembled constantly and his internal organs were churning, causing him to lie on the ground and retching violently.

He was unharmed by the blow, but suffered a shock worse than death.

The powerful force of Lucia's fist suddenly spread out like gentle water waves the moment it touched his body, then reunited behind him and blasted towards the vast and empty wilderness.

Borelius looked back trembling with rapid breathing, and saw that the aftermath of the punch had plowed a semi-arc gully dozens of miles long in the snowfield. The low-lying clouds were also pierced by the wind from the punch, leaving only a vortex with a diameter of one hundred meters shaking and flowing in the sky!
"Your strength lies not in close combat, but in ice magic—" Lucia came to Borelius, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and sent a gentle divine power to help him calm his turbulent energy.

"If you had distanced yourself from me in time at the beginning, spread ice mist to slow down my advance, and at the same time used all your possible long-range magic to bombard me, you wouldn't have lost so quickly."

Polyreus was still in shock, and asked inexplicably, "If we don't lose so quickly, how long can we last?"

Lucia touched her chin, pondered for a few seconds and said, "Three to five minutes? But there is a difference between sparring and a life-and-death fight. It's enough to stop when you reach the limit. If you really fight for your life, that punch just now won't kill you."

Borelius: “.”

What a great guy who can’t kill me!
Although he received quite "full" affirmation from His Majesty, he still couldn't be happy at all. Although he had known for many years that the two new royal families born in Fam Azra - Lance and For - were stronger than himself, and he had also heard about His Majesty's brilliant record of each battle being more amazing than the last, he never expected that the gap between the two sides would be so big.

He couldn't help but feel incredible. With the strength that His Majesty showed today, how did Karelius survive the battle with His Majesty in Slovenes?

(End of this chapter)