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Following Springtwin, the Silvermoon Dragon also unleashed a devastating breath.

Darkus, having activated the brass ring, was dragged along by the trident, hurtling towards the Silver Moon Dragon's back at an unimaginable speed along the trajectory.

This moment was slow for him.

The sound of the wind solidified, the world slowed down, and time seemed to freeze.

He couldn't hear his own heartbeat, but he could see two dragon breaths, one long and one short, the flames spreading and tearing through the air before coalescing into a chaotic flow of energy.

There was no sustained counter-wave, no stalemate or mutual pressure between the two sides, and no dramatic energy balance.

A single strike, a pure clash of violence and power.

He watched as the dragon breaths drew closer, as the collision nearly swallowed the entire area, as the area was dyed a sea of ​​light, interwoven with white and red, the moment the two torrents of energy collided in the air.

Everything was like slow motion; the movement itself became slow motion, the ripples of light were stretched infinitely, and the debris and energy particles seemed to be suspended in mid-air.

At the moment of collision, a rapidly expanding ball of energy was formed, a light that could not be described in words.

It has no color, yet contains all colors. It has no sound, yet it stings your eardrums.

Then, a deafening roar finally arrived, like a great bell shaking the air, resonating throughout the heavens and earth.

Then, a circular shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact, like a giant bomb detonating in the sky. The air was crushed and torn apart, and fragmented sparks were swept up by the wind, forming huge rings of fire.

When the explosion occurred, Darkus was already at the head of the Silvermoon Dragon. He watched as the enormous creature continued to spew dragon breath, the dragonfire cascading down its jawbone like a waterfall. He watched as the Silvermoon Dragon's eyes slowly rotated, its vertical pupils reflecting his image and the burning dragon breath.

Clearly, despite time almost freezing, almost stopping, the Silver Moon Dragon still managed to capture him.

He extended his hand, which was not holding the trident, and gently waved to the Silver Moon Dragon.

A gesture that was mocking, provocative, yet strangely respectful.

He didn't change his trajectory or move closer to the dragon's head, because he knew he didn't need to do anything. In the instant the two dragons exchanged breaths, he saw something else besides their dragon fire.

Nine swift cones of wind!

Those were arrows of death, whistling through the air with the tearing sound of high-pressure air, swooping past from both sides.

As Springtwin performed her fatal braking and energy conversion, Begg-Shuen and Cecin-Hal were doing the same. They then entered the air almost simultaneously, maintaining an altitude of 600 meters. The instant they entered the air, Indra and the Twilight sisters, atop the dragon's back, simultaneously exerted their power.

Three swift cones of wind shot out by Yin Zhuo, sharp as silver threads, and appeared on the left side of the Silver Moon Dragon.

Six gusts of wind were fired by the Twilight Sisters, appearing to the right of the Silvermoon Dragon amidst swirling air currents.

A flurry of arrows!
The air was torn apart, as if nine bolts of lightning were born simultaneously.

Just before reaching the dragon's back, Darkus glanced back at the whirlwind spikes moving slowly through the air, watching the arrows leave long white trails in their wake.

He grinned, a complex expression on his face, a mixture of reluctance and irony. But his head remained fixed, still watching as fate drew ever closer.

The Silver Moon Dragon's nictitating membrane ultimately couldn't withstand the armor-piercing properties of the Gale Cones. The arrows' energy exploded instantly upon impact, but his experience was extremely rich; at the moment of injury, he instinctively closed his eyes. The three Gale Cones on the left and the four on the right were deflected. The shafts that had pierced his eyeballs were crushed by the force of his muscles and bones the instant his eyes closed, but unfortunately, the arrowheads remained deep within his dragon eye, embedded in the eyeball.

Then, a violent scream ripped through the sky. It was a wailing sound that tore the heavens apart, shattering the air and breaking the hearts of the princes of Caledron.

In this round of remote competition, the Twilight sisters emerged victorious.

The first arrows they fired struck the dragon's vital spot.

At the same time, another scream rang out. Unfortunately, this scream was completely drowned out by the dragon's scream. There was no way around it; the two were simply not in the same league. Whether in size, species, or the structure of their vocal cords, they were from completely different worlds.

The dragon's voice is a mixture of vibrations in the air and the soul, while the swallowed voice is merely the lament of a mortal.

It is short and fragile, like a flame extinguished by the wind.

Darkus, in that instant, returned to normal. The dazed feeling of being dragged by the overloaded energy and time frozen completely dissipated, and reality crashed back down on him.

He looked at the dragon prince so close to him, a young and handsome face distorted with shock and disbelief. He gazed at the prince, his eyes calm, even gentle. Then, he gave a warm smile. There was no rage, no contempt in that smile, only a gentle composure.

However, to the Dragon Prince, this smile was terrifying and horrifying.

It was a chilling terror, out of place and chilling, like a benevolent hand reaching out from the underworld, utterly absurd. But this did not prevent Darkus from considering himself amiable; he even nodded slightly, as if in a polite farewell.

As he smiled, his gaze fell on the trident. He saw the Dragon Prince's hand trembling as he tried to lift it and touch the shaft of the trident—a futile instinctive reaction, like a drowning person trying to grasp at thin air.

Then, with a sudden burst of strength, he ripped the trident from the Dragon Prince's chest!

A heavy, wet tearing sound filled the air as shattered pieces of Ysera's silver armor gleamed coldly in the light, blood splattered, and the sounds of leather snapping and fabric tearing filled the air.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still again, and even the wind seemed to freeze.

This was fatal.

The dragon prince opened his mouth, trying to let out a wail, but instead of sound, gushed out streams of blood. The blood was hot, scalding, like burning red wine, torn into countless thin threads by the wind high in the sky.

The dragon prince, who was on the dragon's back, was killed by him and nailed to the dragon throne.

His goal was clear, almost mechanically so, so clear that he was like a whistling cannonball, like an arrow slicing through the air, so clear that the Dragon Prince didn't even have time to react—he was instantly killed.

The moment the trident was drawn, the Dragon Prince's body convulsed violently, then he slumped down, his head resting limply on his throne. His unclosed eyes stared blankly at the sky, at the distance, at the sun stained red by the flames of war.

Then, his head tilted to the side, and his eyes lost their life.

Darkus watched, then reached out and gently, almost tenderly, touched the dragon prince's face, trying to close his unwilling eyes.

Unfortunately, he failed. Perhaps his strength was insufficient? Perhaps the Dragon Prince died with his eyes wide open in disbelief? Perhaps some resentment and doubt still lingered in those eyes?
It could be something else; nobody knows.

But that didn't stop him from trying, because he didn't have much time left, and the brass ring was about to activate!

An arc of light flashed, the air was distorted, and space collapsed like fabric; he disappeared again.

The next moment, a violent impact occurred.

It was a deafening roar that made your teeth ache, like two mountains colliding in mid-air.

After the explosion, Springtwin did not breathe fire again, but instead let out a furious growl, his muscles contracting violently beneath his armor plates. Then, bracing against the Silvermoon Dragon's still-lasting breath, he pounced down!

Ah, times have changed.

He is no longer the red dragon who was restrained and forcibly controlled by the Dragon Prince during the War of Revenge; back then, he was a beast bound by orders. Now, he is stronger, larger, and more intelligent, with muscles like rock and scales like steel. After meeting Darkus, his ferocity has been fully unleashed, and his potential has been maximized, making him completely different from the cowardly old man he once was.

He became exceptionally fierce, so fierce that he could stand up to a Khorne monster like Skabrand, even before he had armor plates.

Now, with the added armor plating and combat training, he is more reckless than ever before. This is why he dares to expose his vulnerable abdomen and launch an attack while braving the dragon's breath.

Springtwin's head bumped against Silvermoon's head. With the added strength, size, and armor plates, Silvermoon's counterattack was weak, so weak that if Tolandil were to be shown in close-up and singled out, visitors would think the two dragons were being affectionate rather than fighting.

If Torandil were to paint another one, like taking a series of photos, everything in the second painting would no longer be intimate, but comical, even carrying a twisted, tragic beauty.

Despite being blocked, the Silvermoon Dragon instinctively opened its mouth, trying to bite off a piece of something from Springtwin's head or armor plate. It was a desperate counterattack, a creature's struggle before death. But when its teeth faced the armor plate, it was like trying to bite a precision-machined, smooth, curved iron bar.

Metal slid and rubbed between his teeth, producing a piercing crunch. The dragon's teeth were shattered, fragments scattering with blood and foam. The force was so great that it dislocated his jawbone, and a suppressed hiss, mixed with scorching dragon breath, emanated from deep within his throat.

Springtwin, however, kept his mouth tightly shut, neither launching a counterattack nor lunging and biting wildly like the Silver Moon Dragon; his calmness was almost eerie.

Compared to the comical style of the first half, the second half is somewhat horrifying, depicting a pure suppression stemming from power and will. Springtwin's forepaws seized the Silver Moon Dragon's shoulder and neck at the moment of impact, the claws digging into the scales and muscles. Simultaneously, his tail coiled around the Silver Moon Dragon's tail, like chains binding a prisoner's throat.

His fighting style was domineering and ferocious, as if he were venting the anger he felt from being enslaved by the Dragon Prince during his battle for revenge. That anger was ancient and deep, carrying memories of blood, shame, and fire, which were completely unleashed in this fight.

Silvermoon Dragon retaliated, but his counterattack was equally weak. His claws slammed against Springtwin's armor plates, producing a sharp, piercing scraping sound; sparks flew into the air like tiny stardust, and then nothing more. He couldn't penetrate the armor's defenses at all. Instead, the recoil from the force sent blood splattering from between his claws, forming long, thin arcs that shimmered eerily in the sunlight.

When Splintwin and the Silvermoon Dragon reached a height of four hundred meters, Splintwin adjusted its angle, slightly folding its wings, and aimed its powerful hind claws at the Silvermoon Dragon's belly, then stomped down hard. The impact was as heavy as thunder, and then…

Scales flew everywhere with a tearing sound, followed by blood, organs, heat waves, and a fishy smell. The air was ripped apart, and the blood formed a diffuse mist in the air, evaporating completely before falling into the lagoon.

As the Silvermoon Dragon let out a painful howl, Springtwin had reached a height of 350 meters. His head adjusted its angle, and with each adjustment, sections of armor plates stretched out, runes lighting up his spine like flowing lava, illuminating the entire back. Then, his tightly closed mouth finally opened, revealing two rows of cold, razor-sharp teeth, which he viciously bit into the Silvermoon Dragon's defenseless neck.

As the runes on the armor plates protecting the dragon's head began to pulsate, he twisted his head, and a cracking sound of bones breaking rang out.

When it reached a height of three hundred meters, the Silver Moon Dragon was beyond dead. Its wings drooped limply, the light in its eyes faded, and blood lines extended down its scales like cracked red lines.

When he reached a height of 280 meters, he released the Silver Moon Dragon, letting it freefall. The colossal body smashed through the air currents, creating a howling whirlwind, and as it fell into the lagoon, the surface shattered like a mirror, with ripples spreading out in layers, as if the sky had collapsed.

He didn't roar or howl after completing the kill, and of course, he wasn't injured.

He was quiet and aloof, yet more intimidating than any roar. He flapped his wings, rising into the air with the help of magic.

Rewinding time, when Springtwin was locked in combat with the Silvermoon Dragon, Darkus, who had disappeared from the Silvermoon Dragon's back, moved to the Silvermoon Dragon's left side, which was Springtwin's right side, and hovered in mid-air.

There were two Sun Dragons forming a two-plane formation, attempting to attack Springtwin from the flank. The dragon prince on the dragon's back had already raised his lance horizontally, aiming it at Springtwin.

Their posture was impeccable, the tips of their guns reflecting the sunlight like two white lightning bolts piercing the sky with a sharp beam of light.

In theory, the dragon spear is useless against armor plates. In any case, when Duruchi tested the strength of the armor plates, he found that they could not be pierced or torn, and the rebound force upon impact would cause the wielder to suffer.

Unless the angle is unusually tricky? Unless it's Imrek's Star Lance?

But that doesn't stop Darkus and Begg-Shun from doing what they can, since they're in the same combat team.
After seeing Springtwin locked in combat with the Silver Moon Dragon, Berg-Shun sent out a message to Indra and Alalos to steady themselves and not to make any rash moves.

Immediately, taking advantage of her altitude, she turned her body, and with the flapping of her wings, the huge wing membranes stirred up violent air currents. She began an arc maneuver, drawing an elegant arc in the air.

Darkus moved again, observing Berg-Shuen's flight path as he moved. After determining that Berg-Shuen was going to bite at six points, he adjusted his direction.

The entire scene depicts Darkus and Berg-Shun moving towards each other, with two Solar Dragons positioned between them. Darkus faces the Solar Dragon, while Berg-Shun, attempting to bite at six o'clock, has his back to the Solar Dragon—otherwise, why would he be talking about six o'clock? The two Solar Dragons, forming a two-plane formation, are at different heights and very close together, their wings almost brushing against each other's scales as they flap in the air.

The battle-experienced Beg-Shun abandoned the high-altitude Sun Dragon and chose to bite the six points of the low-altitude Sun Dragon, which was her prey.

Darkus has only one goal left; he has no other choice.

When Beg-Shun bit down on the six o'clock and resumed her flight path, she did not immediately unleash her dragon breath. Instead, she chased after him with the aid of magic, because she found herself facing the wind.

Just as Darkus was about to come face-to-face with another Sundragon, and as the Sundragon locked onto by Berg-Shun tried to adjust its flight path, Berg-Shun was already about to pass through the gap between the two Sundragons.

In that instant, the air was compressed into a thin line.

She moved from the position at six o'clock directly behind her to the position at eight o'clock, diagonally above the blazing sun dragon at six o'clock.

Seeing this, Darkus couldn't help but admire Beg-Shun's extensive combat experience. The position was incredibly tricky, allowing for attacks from both above and below while remaining in the blind spot of the two Sun Dragons.

Unfortunately, the Sun Dragon is a giant dragon, not an aerial fortress or a heavy bomber. They do not have defensive means such as tail cannons, unless they twist their necks to an extremely exaggerated angle.

Moreover, this position forces the two Sun Dragons to be unable to maneuver effectively, forcing them to separate and look for another opportunity.

Unfortunately, Dakota was in a state of near-frozen time and did not sense the wind direction; otherwise, his evaluation would have been even higher.

When Beg-Shun noticed the Radiant Dragon below trying to pull away, dragon breath erupted from her mouth. Her throat swelled, and pulses of light, like fluorescent green, flowed beneath her scales, spreading along her neck to her mouth.

Without a doubt, her choice was the optimal solution; perhaps, even if the Sun Dragon diagonally below hadn't attempted to maneuver, she would have done the same. As a forest dragon, her breath wasn't flames, but rather highly corrosive acid.

The acid exploded in the air, turning into a torrential, scalding green rain that instantly spread like a curtain in the gale. The smell was like a mixture of burnt copper and sulfur, making one's throat tighten.

If things had followed the previous trajectory, she would have had to spray acid into the wind and then dive into the acid, which she could withstand, but...

Yin Zhuo: ?
Alalos: ?
While Berg-Shun was spraying acid, Indra wasn't idle either. With her safety rope secured to her belt, she placed her left foot firmly on the left armrest of the dragon throne and her right foot on the seat, and began firing at the blazing sun dragon diagonally above her.

The moment a whirlwind spike struck the heart of the Sun Dragon, Darkus's attack also landed.

His figure flashed through the air, and while the Fiery Sun Dragon continued to breathe fire, the trident had already pierced into the Fiery Sun Dragon's head, the metal colliding with the bone producing a dull cracking sound.

Its heart and brain suffered severe damage simultaneously, so much so that the Fiery Dragon died before it could even let out a wail. Its body continued to fly dozens of meters due to inertia, finally tumbling, convulsing, and falling through the air.

As the dragon propelled forward by its momentum, Darkus, having delivered the fatal blow, glanced at the dragon prince, who remained seated on his throne, lance held level, dumbfounded. He smiled again, a smile both gentle and ironic, like pity for a drama whose ending was sealed. At that moment, the dragon prince reacted, and in the instant he opened his mouth to roar, he thrust his lance at Darkus.

Unfortunately, Darkus was faster than the Dragon Prince.

His movements were clean, cold, and precise. He held the trident horizontally, drawing a silver line in the firelight, and accurately blocked the head of the Dragon Prince's dragon spear. With a twist of his wrists, the trident firmly held the dragon spear, and then with a sudden jerk, the Dragon Prince's arm was twisted, and the dragon spear almost slipped from his grasp.

Although the dragon spear did not ultimately slip from his hand, the blow was still fatal.

Darkus twisted his wrists again, as if they were taut steel cables. With each step he took, as the trident rubbed against the dragon spear, he appeared before the dragon prince. In that instant, his figure almost became a wall, and an overwhelming sense of oppression emanated from him.

Whether it's a savage charge or a powerful lean, it's just not elegant.

But this does not diminish the effectiveness of this tactic in the slightest.

The sound of armor clashing against armor was like a mountain collapsing. The dragon prince was thrown backward, his back slamming against the metal spine of the dragon throne.

Darkus's body pinned the Dragon Prince down, stopping the prince's left hand, which was already touching the sword hilt, completely blocking the prince's momentum. Just as the Dragon Prince twisted and struggled, Darkus's fist arrived.

That fist, encased in dragon armor and larger than a sandbag, traced a semicircle in the air, accompanied by a low hum and whistling sound as it cut through the wind, and appeared before the dragon prince in the next instant.

The Dragon Prince's pupils contracted sharply, and before he could react, his fist had already landed.

This time, Darkus no longer needed to close his eyes for the dead dragon prince as he had done before.

Because of that punch, the Dragon Prince's eye was blown out.

Blood and fragments exploded together, splattering onto Darkus's arm guards, where they were immediately swept away by the wind and dissipated into a crimson mist.

As the Dragon Prince let out a wail, he threw a second punch.

The fists struck like a series of lightning bolts, unstoppable. The metal gauntlet slammed into the helmet with a deafening roar, shaking the entire dragon throne. The dragon prince's head was forced to the side, and blood gushed from the seam of his neck, like mist or rain.

When the third punch was withdrawn, the Dragon Prince remained motionless.

The Darkus of today is not the same Darkus who couldn't defeat a half-step Holy Grail Knight back then.

The current Darkus is both a mechanical and numerical system, and both numerical and mechanical.

Having completed the kill, he didn't immediately go to see the Dragon Prince's miserable state. Firstly, his compassionate and generous nature prevented him from witnessing such a scene. Secondly, he figured he could see it later.

He had to move quickly; the dragon's momentum had dissipated, and it began to fall.

Just as he pulled the trident into the sky.

Another blazing sun dragon, enveloped in Beg-Shun's breath, was trying to escape the battle. Its body was burning, its wing membranes were riddled with holes from the acid, and it trailed a long, fiery tail. (End of Chapter)