Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"You're still alive?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a heavy, soul-crushing quality. It didn't echo in the air, but rather, like a low, deep shockwave from the earth, pierced through the raging wind, the torn clouds, and the roaring dragon's breath, crashing directly into the depths of Selenex's consciousness, causing his mind to tremble violently and his thoughts to freeze for a moment.

The moment that voice faded, Mordax, the "Mother of Dragons," appeared.

The dragon's body, as majestic as a mountain range, suddenly appeared from the depths of the burning sky. Its silhouette did not enter with an elegant glide, but rather with a savage and almost blasphemous manner, directly shattering the dragon breath that continued to wash over it.

She didn't circle, evade, or use any fancy maneuvers; faced with a dragon's breath powerful enough to melt gold and corrode iron, her choice was to withstand it head-on.

Her back was completely empty; there were no crew members, no sorcerers, no backup or support, and no burdens.

Moreover, dragon scales themselves possess fire-resistant properties. The older the dragon, the higher the resistance contained in its scales, which is evidence of being baptized by countless years and flames.

For her, being criticized is no big deal.

Unless it's a special kind of dragon breath, the corrosive venom of the forest dragon can erode scales at the molecular level; Carmine's death breath can even burn the soul.

That's something you really can't withstand; it goes beyond the realm of simple fire resistance.

Dragon scales are like shields; they can block arrows, but not crossbow bolts.

Furthermore, her body was completely covered by armor plates, the metal layers gleaming with a dark red light under the high temperature, and each impact sparked melting sparks and hissing sounds.

Her only weakness was her enormous, curtain-like wings, which were unarmored and supported only by the innate physiological resistance of dragons. However, as an imperial dragon, her wings also possessed fire resistance, though not as high as her scales.

Unless it is continuously burned, a point is burned through, or it encounters an attack with an energy density as high as that of Marathex, which is almost divine.

A dazzling torrent of energy crashed against her thick armor plates, only to be helplessly shattered and scattered to both sides like waves hitting a reef. The energy flow was not absorbed, but rather forcibly pushed aside, crushed, and pulverized by her absolutely solid body, which contained her ancient and savage will, in the most primal way!
Her massive body moved forward amidst the raging torrent of dragon breath, each step so heavy it seemed to crush the air, yet her speed did not diminish in the slightest. It was as if she were traversing not destructive energy, but merely a slightly denser mist.

Flames and streams of light rolled and cracked around her, her armor plates glowed red-hot, and runes flickered rhythmically, like breathing or a heartbeat.

That is the rhythm of a war-like life form.

When her enormous figure, which had obscured all of Selenex's vision, finally descended completely, Selenex's world was plunged into brief darkness.

The surrounding light, energy, and sounds were all pushed away by that oppressive feeling, leaving only a suffocating silence.

It's the feeling of being targeted by a predator.

Primitive, pure, and irresistible.

Modax lowered his head, his dragon eyes, burning with dark red flames, staring at Selenex.

There was no anger, no murderous intent in her gaze. Only an almost bored scrutiny, as if the Starry Dragon before her was nothing more than a small creature struggling in the ashes, an insignificant, pitiful, and comical existence. And that almost imperceptible curve of her expression was the mockery one would show when seeing a cockroach still crawling.

Unfortunately, Selenex couldn't see it; Modax's head was covered by armor.

“It seems the lesson I taught you last time… wasn’t profound enough? Selenex.”

The previous sentence puzzled Selenex.

"Modax?!"

The next sentence shocked Selenex.

"uh-huh."

The low, ambiguous response, with a metallic, raspy finish, was both a sneer and a sigh. Accompanied by a slightly rising breath, it was like a giant blade gently and effortlessly piercing Selenex's heart once more.

"Why have you come here, dragon slayer...?"

That was the first thing Modax said when he first met Darkus.

Ironically, at that time, Darkus had only just killed a dragon, and that was in the Chaos Realm, in another world shrouded in distortion.

And Modax...

She is the Mother of Dragons, not some damned saint.

Before the ancient saints descended upon this world, the rulers of this planet were dragons, but their relationship... was not harmonious.

Back then, there was no Ausuan, no Dragon Ridge Mountains, and no vast ocean.

In the Elsalin language, the vast ocean is called "Mondarion," which translates to "Pool of the World" or "Pool of Eternity." This name is related to the lizardmen. The Sran priests, acting on the orders of the Old Saints, tore the once unified supercontinent into smaller landmasses. (Discussed in Chapter 738)
The speaker said: The present-day Nagaros, the continent of Lustria, and Elsin Alwyn were originally one thing, which the Old Ones broke apart, separated, and established Ulthuan.

This brings us to the concept of "territory," which refers to one's domain, activity area, or living space. After a portion of the territory was occupied by an ancient dragon of the dragon father level, the territory became even more limited.

When everyone is together all day staring at each other, it's inevitable that some disputes and conflicts will arise.

The ancient dragon of the father level refers to Shen Yang, who is now the Dragon Emperor.

Modax is a female dragon who has lived far too long. She existed before the Great Invasion, before the Old Ones were active, and before the world was warped. She knows Shen Yang, Asuyan, and the Old Ones; her seniority is undeniably ancient, old enough to make any dragon bow its head before her.

But during the Great Invasion, everything changed. A chaotic storm descended, and a twisted aura corrupted everything. Modax was not spared; she was afflicted with an extremely cruel curse.

As a female dragon, she was forced to go against her own will and, in endless pain and madness, gave birth to a group of deformed dragons corrupted by chaos. Those offspring were destined to be enemies of their mother from the moment they were born.

The curse did not kill her.

Even as her body was torn apart, her flesh burned, and her soul devoured, she remained alive, like a whale with cancer. Death was a luxury for her. And she had to continue existing, had to constantly struggle against that inner pain and chaos.

And so, from the moment the Great Invasion ended, she began her hunt.

She hunted, slaughtered, and purified them one after another, destroying the offspring she herself had given birth to.

Her hunting record is terrifying. If measured by KDA, her numbers would be off the charts, and that's just for dragons...

“You shouldn’t be here!” Selenex roared as he charged forward.

Ironically, or perhaps it's a twisted sense of fate, the way Selenex attacks upwards and Modax lunges downwards is strikingly similar in their postures, the angles at which their claws extend, and even the extent of their wingspan. If this scene were frozen in time and edited with Photoshop, they would appear almost like mirror images, as if they were two beings carved from the same mold, sharing the same skeleton and the same power.

The next second, the mirror shattered, and destruction descended.

The two enormous figures collided violently in mid-air, producing not a dull thud of flesh and blood, but more like two moving mountains clashing in the most savage way, with a terrifying roar accompanied by a shockwave that could be seen with the naked eye.

With the combined advantage of height, absolute weight, and armor plates, Modax, attacking from above, held an undisputed physical advantage. Selenex's upward momentum was abruptly halted and shattered; his proud, fluid movements were instantly distorted, his long neck was forced backward, and the bones of his wings creaked under the strain.

Despite being at a disadvantage, Selenex was a man of great combat experience.

Modax knew him, and he naturally knew Modax, though their acquaintance wasn't pleasant. When the Great Invasion arrived, he answered the call of the Dragon Tamer Caledo and joined the battle against Chaos. Having survived until now, he had undoubtedly fought his entire battle.

Driven by their most primal fighting instincts, they became entangled, their dragon wings frantically flapping and scraping against each other, forming a massive and deadly aggregate of death that, propelled by inertia, began to spiral downwards.

After being firmly restrained by Modax's iron claws, Selenex's strong waist and hind limbs suddenly burst out with all their power. A pair of hind claws covered with hard scales and bone spikes kicked hard at Modax's relatively vulnerable abdomen like a battering ram!
However, the anticipated scene of scales tearing apart and flesh flying everywhere did not occur.

Between his claws and Modax's abdomen lay a thick, cold, rune-covered armor plate! A piercing metallic scraping sound accompanied by a series of sparks rang out, leaving only a few white scratches of varying depths on the armor plate, failing to even completely breach the outermost layer of protection. As he stomped with his hind claws, Selenex's other attacks were simultaneously unleashed. His massive jaws, filled with sharp teeth, snapped open with a tearing force, attempting to bite into Modax's neck.

But Modax reacted faster, or rather, she had anticipated it all. Her thicker neck, also covered in heavy armor, like a long-awaited steel python, coiled around Selenex's neck first, clamping down tightly!

A strange stalemate ensued: Modax couldn't bite through Selenex's neck, while Selenex's sharp teeth were inches from Modax's, yet unable to penetrate any further. The sharp bone spurs on his neck scraped and rubbed futilely against the armored plates of Modax's neck, producing a teeth-grinding crunch, achieving nothing but more useless scratches.

Two intertwined dragons tumbled and spun in the air, like a falling spiral of death.

However, in this suffocating close-quarters combat, Modax never truly unleashed a deadly bite or claw strike. Instead, she used various exquisite and forceful postures to lock her forelimbs, wrap her arms around her neck, and use her own weight to suppress and constantly restrict, wear down, and disintegrate Selenex's every struggle and counterattack.

She was like someone conducting a ruthless grappling exercise, patiently waiting for her prey to exhaust its last bit of strength, or... fall to some predetermined destination.

They were above a lagoon, which contained islands and island groups; below them lay an island group. In another timeline, after Finnubar became the Phoenix King, this area was designated as a region inhabited by alien races.

As the two dragons spiraled downwards, their speed increased, and the outlines of the islands below became crystal clear in Selenex's rapidly dilating pupils.

Just as the altitude dropped to about fifty meters, Modax moved. She didn't simply let go, but broke free with a powerful, explosive force. Her thick dragon neck, which was wrapped around Selenex's neck, suddenly exerted force, like the final stretch of a giant python after a strangulation. Instead of pushing her away, she used a powerful rotational force to forcefully throw Selenex's heavy body to the side and downwards.

This sudden release unleashed the last of his strength from the previously suppressed Selenex, propelled by inertia and the instinct for survival. He barely managed to steady his tumbling body, his dragon eyes, burning with pain and rage, instantly locking onto Modax, who was inches away. His long-suppressed destructive desires erupted completely; he opened his massive jaws, filled with sharp teeth, and gathered the remaining energy deep within his throat, lunging recklessly at Modax's neck!

However, this desperate counterattack seemed to have been anticipated by Modax.

Faced with the gaping maw that was about to bite, Modax reacted swiftly, precisely, and brutally. Her left forepaw shot out with a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, not to block, but like a mountain crashing down, firmly and completely pressing down on the side of Selenex's head, abruptly stopping his ferocious attack halfway through.

The immense force forced Selenex's neck into a twist, and he could even hear the unbearable groans emanating from his own cervical spine.

Almost simultaneously with its left claw pressing down on the opponent's head, Modax's right forepaw clenched! It wasn't a claw strike commonly used by dragons, but rather a powerful punch that concentrated its power into a single point, mimicking the moves Duruchi used in boxing!

The next second, the iron fist formed by the dragon's claw, containing part of her weight and the strength of her whole body, slammed into Selenex's neck, which had been twisted to the extreme, like a falling battering ram!

A deep, muffled thud resounded, as if a giant drum had been struck.

Selenex's lunge froze completely. The breath he was preparing to exhale was shattered by the punch, turning into chaotic sparks that flew out from between his teeth. The intense pain and brief feeling of suffocation made his vision go black.

But this is not the end.

Taking advantage of the stiffness caused by the heavy punch, Modax's curled-up hind legs, like springs full of power, slammed into Selenex's unprotected, soft abdomen!

puff!
That was the terrifying sound of sharp claws piercing through scales.

The immense kinetic energy poured into Selenex's body without reservation. His massive body was thrown out like a catapult, tracing a brief but desperate parabola before finally crashing heavily onto the beach and rock walls of the island below like a lump of mud.

Smoke and blood mist shot into the sky, the immense impact causing the entire island to tremble.

Using the recoil from her kick to Selenex's abdomen, Modax's massive body nimbly floated backward in the air. However, instead of hovering and looking down like a victor, she flapped her giant wings the moment she regained her footing, creating a violent gust of air, and launched into high-speed maneuvering without hesitation.

Her instincts, honed from countless bloody battles, led her to make the most correct judgment.

The facts were just as she expected.

The vicious stomp tore open the scales on Selenex's abdomen, leaving several bloody wounds from which dragon blood gushed, but it was far from fatal. After all, she wasn't Calladelle, known for her agility and penetrating power, nor did she possess specialized claws capable of easily slicing through dragon scales. This attack relied more on the impact and tearing caused by sheer force, aimed at disrupting balance and inflicting pain.

Almost at the same moment Modax began his maneuver, a roar, a mixture of pain and extreme rage, echoed from the dust and smoke of the impact on the island below. Despite being severely wounded, Selenex endured the excruciating pain of his bones feeling like they were falling apart and the burning pain in his abdomen, and abruptly raised his head.

His dragon eyes narrowed with pain and madness, fixed on the crimson figure moving in the air, the remaining energy in his throat gathering and compressing desperately.

A more ferocious yet seemingly less controlled dragon breath, like the final roar of a dying beast, spewed towards Modax! This breath no longer pursued ultimate concentration, but instead carried a fan-like sweeping intent, attempting to compensate for its lack of precision with a comprehensive strike.

This time, Modax did not choose to fight back.

Faced with this desperate, desperate counterattack, she displayed an agility completely at odds with her massive body. Her enormous dragon wings flapped, folded, or deflected, each adjustment propelling her heavy body through the air in exquisite maneuvers.

She began to fly at high speed around the island, with Selenex's dragon breath closely following her trajectory. The scorching streams of light sometimes grazed the edge of the island, melting the rocks into crimson magma, sometimes swept across the dense forest, instantly igniting it into a raging sea of ​​fire, and sometimes bombarded the beach, exploding into a sky full of scorching sand and seawater steaming in the air.

In an instant, the entire island became a canvas of destruction, painted with dragon's breath as its brush.

Modax's figure darted and flashed through the turbulent scene, like dancing on a knife's edge, constantly adjusting his position.

The raging dragon breath eventually dried up and dissipated, and when only the pungent smell of molten rock and the crackling of burning trees remained in the air, Modax moved.

Her massive body suddenly veered, her enormous dragon wings folding tightly to her sides with an unprecedented amplitude, transforming her entire dragon form into a red, aerodynamically perfect, deadly javelin. The next second, gravity and the power of her powerful muscles combined, and she launched herself into a more swift and straight dive than ever before, towards the point of impact where the smoke had not yet completely cleared—the location of Selenex!
Below, Selenex struggled to his feet to fight. His powerful hind legs braced against the broken ground as he tried to support his heavy body, but a tearing pain shot through his badly injured abdomen, inevitably slowing and distorting his movements. He could feel the terrifying wind pressure from Modax's dive pressing down on his back as if it were a tangible force.

He was ultimately too slow.

Just as his upper body lifted off the ground, and before his lower body could exert any force—in that most vulnerable moment—Modax's heavy body, carrying the full kinetic energy of the dive, crashed down like a meteor, slamming him back to the ground with perfect precision!

Like a giant iron clamp, its left forepaw pressed down with irresistible force at the junction of Selenex's head and neck, pinning his face against the scorching, broken gravel. Its other forepaw gripped his shoulder blade, completely locking him from any possibility of struggle.

Modax's body pressed tightly against Selenex's; if one hadn't witnessed the entire scene, a casual observer would have mistaken it for them mating...

Selenex's head was pressed firmly into the scorching sand, the broken rock scraping against his scales. Every breath was mixed with blood and dust, every heartbeat pounding against his chest as if it were about to shatter.

However, amidst the oppressive tinnitus and the groans of his bones, a hoarse, broken voice, yet still carrying a certain stubborn will, struggled to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You...shouldn't...be here."

This statement is not a plea for mercy, but rather a declaration from the depths of ancient bloodlines. It is an indictment of the established order, a final act of resistance against fate and history.

His eyes struggled to turn upwards, his pupils, blurred by dust and blood, desperately trying to make out the being that trampled him beneath their feet. All he could see was Modax's lowered, armor-clad head, while his dragon eyes, burning with dark red flames, were obscured by the armor.

Are you still half asleep?

Modax looked down at Selenex, his cold contempt in his voice like a slender icicle piercing the air and penetrating deep into Selenex's consciousness.

"Or perhaps... your long life and that damned contract have made you forget... your past?!"

Before she finished speaking, her left forepaw, the massive claw that was still firmly pressing down on Selenex's head and neck, began to slowly and irresistibly apply pressure.

Crunch...crunch...

A sickening cracking sound came from Selenex's neck.

It was not merely a physical crushing, but a crushing that extended from the soul and from bloodline.

That was will trampling on will.

She almost growled the word "past" close to Selenex's head, her voice deep and resonant, as if from the depths of the earth, mixed with the breath of fire, the vibration of metal scraping together, and the rage of an ancient dragon.

At that moment, the air seemed to vibrate and buzz, and the sand and gravel danced, floated, and fell around them.

The echo of the word "past" reverberated in Selenex's mind like a curse reawakened, repeating itself over and over again. (End of Chapter)