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After the Caladrell Palace was requisitioned, the Order immediately began renovations. Of course, the main structure remained unchanged; only the areas in contact with the water were paved with water-patterned stones, and the non-supporting structures were hollowed out.

In this way... the palace can float on the lagoon, and go wherever it wants, even drifting out of the lagoon and to farther places.

The palace had three floors, which can be said to have been fully and thoroughly utilized.

During the dragon's charge, a portion of the seafood feast team, which was underwater, returned to the palace. They surfaced on the first floor, not simply to catch their breath or rest, but to change their equipment.

They removed their harpoons and replaced their underwater combat equipment with harpoon crossbows and ballistae, completing the transition from sea to air warfare.

Unfortunately, harpoons work well in the water but not in the air; their range is too short and their power diminishes too quickly. The same applies to ballistae.

Meanwhile, the other group, who didn't need to change their equipment, didn't linger at all. They rose directly from the mist, transforming into shadows, and plunged into the new battle, surging back against the sky like a tidal wave.

The second floor of the palace houses the aerial vehicles. These form the operational framework of the Seafood Feast, radiating outwards from the lagoon to create an operational radius within which the Seafood Feast can take to the air.

This is a vast radius, covering almost every direction of Lorthen, including the inland sea, the vast ocean, the urban areas on the east coast, and the defenses on the west coast—truly a complete coverage.

The third level is the most crucial part, housing the Celestial Hurricane Mechanism. This ancient creation is the central hub, the heart, the soul, and is personally operated and protected by Serene.

In her hands, the hurricane instrument hummed like a living thing, slowly turning the gears that drove the celestial phenomena. Wind, thunder, lightning, and fog breathed with it, thus completely rewriting the weather and magical wind flow over Lorthen.

In reality, the dragon mages were not as bad as Rahil thought.

They were perfectly aware that the strange celestial phenomenon over Lorthen was not a natural occurrence, but rather a result of human manipulation. Besides causing drastic weather changes, the phenomenon was also intended to drive the Aksha winds away from this area of ​​the sky. In their place, the Urku and Aigil winds prevailed.

The weakening of the Wind of Aksha is undoubtedly the situation that the dragon mages least want to see, leaving them feeling as if their spinal cord has been emptied, with no way to use their strength.

The moment they appeared over the lagoon, they sensed something was wrong.

However, they were too hasty, too confident in their intuition and power. They launched a direct assault, rushing into the mist in an attempt to disrupt the ritual.

The problem is, the Duruqi aren't entirely incompetent. They anticipated the dragon mage would discover the problem and had prepared a countermeasure. If conditions allowed, they even considered activating the Shield of Asuyan, but unfortunately, this artifact only defends against intrusions related to chaos.

Then, the magical mist appeared.

That was no ordinary fog, but a cage forged by magic and will, a masterpiece sculpted by the world's top users of the Urku Wind, layer upon layer, intertwined like vortexes upon vortexes.

It's simply not something that dragon mages specializing in Aksha's Wind can break.

Unless it's a Srandal priest or a high demon under Tzeentch's command, otherwise...

Worse still, besides the fog, the palace itself was in motion. It was constantly moving, slowly drifting through the fog, a movement that was not drifting aimlessly but intentional and rhythmic, like a giant beast breathing beneath the surface of water.

The mist and the palace are like two overlapping circles, moving in opposite directions, obscuring each other while echoing one another.

After the dragon charged into the mist, they were as if they had entered an invisible labyrinth. The labyrinth had no walls, no directions, only layers upon layers of white mist flowing, churning, and whispering.

The dragons' eyes were sharp, yet they couldn't pierce this deliberately woven veil. They couldn't find a target to attack, nor an exit to escape. Flames spewed into the mist, transforming into orange-red spherical flashes that momentarily illuminated the surrounding moisture before being swallowed by the fog again.

Nothing could be seen in the fog except for the fog itself; even shadows were blurry.

Unless illuminated by the light above the Soul Splitter's head or given a vague direction by the priests of the Order, nothing can be seen at all.

Of course, there's another method. Look up the City of Mist, Slanwpek. The lizardmen living there squeeze out the juice of a pale blue lotus unique to the continent of Ruscia and apply it to their eyelids. This is how the lizardmen traverse the mist surrounding the City of Mist. (Introduced in Chapter 153)

That's the trick the riders are using.

Therefore, during this process, a seafood feast lurking in the mist is surrounding the dragon, like a group of patient predators, waiting for the final moment of weakness.

As the dragons' already loose formation became even more scattered, the Seafood Feast finally unleashed its power. Their attack was silent, clean, swift, and almost without warning. There was no flash, no leaping from the sea, no splashing of water; they simply appeared suddenly, as if they had always been hidden within the skeleton of the mist, merely awakened nightmares.

Although Dulias transitioned from admiral to a civilian job after the arrival of the new era, his martial skills did not decline.

Practicing martial arts is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind.

The moment he entered the attack path, his body acted before his mind; he swung his blade fiercely—a perfect strike. Not a probe, not a slash, but a reaping.

In that instant, the battle blade pierced Lamelaan's magical defenses, severed the light of the runes, and cleaved the mage's lifeline.

Lamela's head was moved, and the blood turned into thin red lines in the mist, like pollen scattered by the wind.

The martial arts training wasn't in vain.

Lameran died without making a sound; he didn't even know how he died.

Everything happened too fast, too decisively.

The Silver Moon Dragon sensed its rider's death in the next instant and let out a roar that shook the sea of ​​mist, the sound rippling the water and vibrating the outer walls of the palace. But the roar was quickly swallowed by the mist, like a stone thrown into a deep well, it rang out, echoed, and then fell silent.

The deep-sea steeds, the sharp-toothed eels, and the riders continued to roam through the mist.

It would take them some effort to break through the dragon's defenses; the scales were as hard as golden armor, but they were not impatient.

Because it is not necessary.

In this fog, there is more than one target; there are plenty of prey.

They could simply wait until the transformed crabs, giant turtles, and longtail war sharks joined in, and until these underwater behemoths were equipped with gear suitable for aerial combat, before launching another coordinated attack.

The mist drifted slowly, as if even time itself had thickened, each breath like the rhythm of rolling tides. The riders made no shouts, no cries, only the mechanical, calm sound of their breathing.

This was not a battle, but a methodical hunt.

Once the Demon Crab, Giant Tortoise, and Longtail War Shark had finished changing their outfits and were in place, the scattered roars and flapping sounds of dragon wings in the air were slowly replaced by a deep, rhythmic vibration.

The second wave of the seafood feast has begun.

This offensive can only be described as...brutal!
In the fog, in the sky, the attack is three-dimensional, layered, and all-pervasive.

Once the giant tortoises had quickly climbed to their positions, they were like meteorites poised to strike, and in the next second, they crashed down without hesitation!
A blazing sun dragon heard the terrifying howl, a roar that tore through the air, sending chills down its spine. It looked up sharply, but unfortunately, it couldn't see anything in the mist. However, this didn't stop it from trying to maneuver sideways, frantically flapping its wings.

However, the giant tortoise came too fast, so fast that there was no room for maneuver. It was like a dump truck traveling at 120 kilometers per hour, carrying inertia and a death wish, crashing straight into us.

boom!
The giant tortoise slammed into the spot where the blazing sun dragon's belly and wings met. The immense impact instantly reverberated throughout the dragon's body, causing its bones to crack with a teeth-grinding sound. The dragon staggered from the impact, its massive body swaying, and a cloud of blood mist billowed into the air.

The rider on the dragon's back was thrown backward upon impact, his head slamming heavily against the back of the throne. Although his helmet provided some protection, the impact was still too severe—so severe that his head spun, blood trickled down the helmet's seams, and he lost consciousness instantly. However, the giant tortoise's momentum did not slow down at all.

Who made that land-based device still running at full speed?

This allows the seafood feast to move as freely as if it were swimming in the deep sea, even when high in the air. For them, air is just another liquid.

The giant tortoise kept charging and pushing, driven by inertia and a cold, mechanical will, attempting to force the Fiery Dragon into the sea. Once inside, it would be a death sentence; the Fiery Dragon would have no escape, becoming a lamb to the slaughter.

During this ordeal, the Blazing Sun Dragon struggled frantically, roaring and emitting hoarse dragon cries. He couldn't understand why the giant turtle, which should have been active in the sea, was in the sky, above him, but he knew that this enormous turtle was about to push him into the embrace of death. He desperately flapped his wings, trying to regain his balance, whipping his tail to create gusts of air, struggling to adjust his flight path, trying to escape this slaughter.

But to no avail.

He quickly stopped struggling.

It wasn't because he had been pushed into the sea, but because the riders atop the giant tortoise had exerted their strength. The ballistae were drawn, the steel strings vibrated, and after a brief silence, a sharp bang tore through the air.

The distance was too close, almost like pressing the muzzle of a gun against the enemy's chest. The arrow shot out like lightning, embedding itself deeply into the Sun Dragon's vulnerable abdomen, causing blood to bloom.

Even worse, the replacement crab has taken its place.

They cut in from the other side of the giant tortoise's charge, retracting their massive pincers to shield their eyes, guided precisely by their trainers. After the violent impact subsided, they held the Fiery Dragon firmly in place, their remaining crab legs thrashing about frantically, creating a series of sharp, whistling sounds as they managed to stabilize their position.

After enduring the shock, the rider on the crab's back activated the crossbow.

Then, a comical scene unfolded.

This time, the coordination was actually not good.

If we really want to get to the bottom of it, we can only say that the Demon Crab's angle of attack was a bit off. The three Demon Crabs and the giant tortoise were locked in a stalemate in mid-air, caught in a strange struggle.

And what they were holding off was that Fiery Sun Dragon.

A blazing dragon that should have been soaring freely in the sky has now become a prop in this aerial contest.

Just like the rope needed for tug-of-war, tug-of-war involves pulling to both sides, and wrestling is a collision of heads, but the core of "torture" never changes.

And so, the dragon was frozen in mid-air.

Fortunately, he is already dead.

An arrow pierced his heart, ending his life.

It wasn't until the trainers realized something was wrong that they hurriedly ordered a break in contact.

Immediately, the massive corpse of the Blazing Sun Dragon began to fall freely, the wind howling around it, and blood trails trailing behind it as it plunged into the depths of the mist.

Pfft!
Huge waves surged up, and the dragon's body plunged into the lagoon, the spray pouring down like a curtain of rain.

There wasn't even room for the Deep Sea Steed, the Sharp-Toothed Eel, and the Sea Dragon to exert their power.

Of course, not every giant tortoise can hit the target accurately.

The Silvermoon Dragon, who originally carried Lamela and now carries Lamela (in its headless state), is an experienced veteran. He participated in the War of Revenge and has a story and blood debt to his name among the dwarves.

Even though he was under the heavy pressure of the Weakness spell, he still managed to dodge the impact that came from the sky by relying on his remaining instincts and battlefield intuition.

But that's it.

As the Weakness spell continued, his burden grew heavier and heavier. The rise and fall of his chest became difficult, and each flap of his wings felt like dragging mountains. He flew slower and slower, and the frequency of his wingbeats became increasingly erratic. He knew he was being continuously locked on, but he couldn't find the entity locking him down.

Finally, he was surrounded.

He attempted to breathe dragon breath, hoping to disperse the lurking enemies with flames. He did so, his chest swelling as flames surged forth, churning in the air. But the effect was not as powerful as he had imagined; the magical winds in the mist were like a gale whipping a kerosene lighter, igniting the flame, sending it flying, and then extinguishing it in an instant.

At that moment, he even heard the hissing sound of the flames being suppressed.

Those cunning enemies, hidden in the mist like a seafood feast, gave him no angle to attack. Like maggots clinging to a bone, they silently clung to the dragon's blind spots, sliding along the air currents.

No matter how he maneuvered, no matter how he twisted his massive body, even when his bones creaked, the enemies hidden in the mist were always faster than him and could always appear in his most vulnerable spot.

Despair seeped in like a tide through the cracks in the scales; then came the pain.

As his body hovered almost in mid-air, as if frozen in time, the slippery, toothed eel launched its attack, tearing at his body.

The longtailed war sharks circled below, like shadows, awaiting their chance. A cold, predatory glint gleamed in their eyes. With a gentle flick of their tail fins, their entire bodies shot out like arrows. Their sharp snouts slammed into the dragon's belly, the impact so powerful it shook the air and sent the surrounding mist churning like a surging tide.

A moment later, the Silver Moon Dragon's massive body trembled violently in the air, like a sail torn apart by a storm. Its wing membranes were ripped open by the sharp-toothed eel, and scales scattered like shards of silver into the night.

His roar was forced from his throat, low and hoarse, but it had lost all its power. Blood mist spewed from his mouth and nose, swirling in the wind into a twisted arc before being mercilessly swallowed by the fog.

In the lulls between the attacks of the seafood feasters, the riders seized the opportunity to open fire. Crossbow bolts pierced the air with a piercing hum, raining down on the dragon and embedding themselves in the gaps between its scales.

The Silver Moon Dragon could no longer maintain its balance; its wings drooped, like two torn flags, trembling in the wind. Dragon blood dripped continuously, turning into a series of dark red raindrops. The Sharp-Toothed Eel twisted its body, coiling around the dragon's neck and chest, its teeth digging deep into its scales. With the sound of flesh being torn apart, it ripped flesh apart piece by piece, blood splattering in the air like a torrential downpour.

Finally, his body began to fall, and he let out a final roar, filled with the smell of blood and fury.

Ironically, at this moment, he broke through the fog, emerging from the layers upon layers of mist that resembled a maze.

Sadly, he had reached the end of his life.

He then crashed into the lagoon.

The battle continued, with roars and explosions echoing in the air. Dragons were constantly falling into the lagoon, some dying before they even hit the water, others surviving, but their fate was sealed the moment they entered the water and were surrounded, the moment the sea dragons discovered them.

That was the gaze of a predator, a judgment from the deep sea.

The seafood feast and the riders used every trick in the book, employing magic, ranged attacks, and close combat. They were determined to annihilate any enemy who dared to enter the mist, even at a heavy cost, to protect the heart of this battle—the spiritual fortress they swore to defend, the symbol of their beliefs, and the place where the Daughter of Matheran, who held a revered place in their hearts, resided.

For them, this was not just a battle, but a sacrifice, a dual test of faith and bloodshed.

Meanwhile, fighting continued in the towns and docks on both sides of the lagoon.

At this moment, Serene's Roller also entered the second stage. (End of Chapter)