Elven cultivators

Gareth almost thought he was seeing things.

It blinked hard, its vertical pupils fixed on the direction of the entrance.

But still, only three figures could be seen.

There was no follow-up, no support.

No new figures appeared until the entrance to the space closed.

There are only three elves.

"What are the coalition forces up to?"

Gareth's first reaction was that the coalition was up to some kind of conspiracy.

No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't fathom what kind of conspiracy the allied forces could have in sending three elves into the spatial node.

Three legendary peaks?

In his perception, only two of the three elves possessed the aura of law, while the other was at most at the peak of the Gold Realm.

Moreover, one of the legendary-ranked elves did not possess a strong aura of law; at most, it would not exceed the level of a pillar-level legendary elf.

There is no way that a single peak legendary expert could conquer this spatial node.

What on earth are these guys up to?

In an instant, many surprised and uncertain eyes focused on the three elves.

Anton seemed oblivious, his gaze sweeping over the dragons before finally settling on Gareth, his brow slightly raised: "Fifty-six dragons, not bad, quite a lot."

He glanced sideways at the sword pellet hovering beside him, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Now you can have a good meal."

The sword pellet trembled slightly, and its dark golden light suddenly brightened, emitting a clear and short hum.

That buzzing sound carried an undisguised desire and excitement.

Gareth's gaze suddenly turned cold.

He didn't know the specific meaning of Anton's words, but he could hear the nonchalant composure in Anton's tone.

That was a tone that treated them like prey.

This elf clearly didn't take them seriously.

For a noble dragon, this is undoubtedly a great insult.

"Three elves, thinking they can attack a spatial node?" A mocking glint flashed in Gareth's vertical pupils. "Should we call you arrogant, or insane?"

Anton didn't care. With a flick of his sleeve, a dark gold figure appeared out of thin air beside him.

Its body, which was over three meters tall, was entirely dark gold, its armor imposing, and the jewel in the crown on its head shone like a torch.

It was none other than the Divine General Jia Shen.

Gareth glanced over and scoffed, "An alchemical golem? Is this all you've got?"

He doesn't even care about the mainstream alchemical golems of the Dawn Continent, let alone the legendary golems left behind by ancient civilizations.

If you want to use this kind of thing to deal with them, maybe sending a few hundred of them would make them take it a little more seriously.

What kind of joke is this?

However, the moment he finished speaking, the dark gold figure moved suddenly, appearing in front of Gareth almost instantly and slashing down with his sword.

Gareth's pupils contracted sharply.

Fortunately, he was prepared and immediately raised his right claw to meet the attack. He pushed the power of earth element to its limit, and a thick, earthy yellow aura, like a mountain, layered between his claws, solidifying into a rock armor that looked almost tangible.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the dark gold longsword clashed with the dragon claw.

A dull, muffled sound exploded.

Gareth's massive body was sent flying backward as if struck by a mountain, carving a trench over a thousand meters long into the ground.

Countless scales shattered, and scalding blood gushed from the wound.

The battlefield suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

All the dragons and dragonborn stared blankly at the scene before them, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Just one strike.

A legendary royal dragon at its peak was actually slashed away and injured!

Are they dreaming?

Is this still an alchemical golem?

What exactly is this thing?

For a moment, even the dragon was stunned by this scene and forgot to make a move.

The pure-blooded dragonborn were even paler than before, their hands trembling slightly as they gripped their weapons.

The Grand Elder and Roman were both so shocked that they were speechless.

They knew that Anton had been crafting a special alchemical golem all these years, but they had no idea that this golem was so powerful.

A single blow wounded a royal dragon of peak legend!

What does this mean?

Even a saint couldn't be more impressive, could he?

Looking at the dark gold figure standing silently in front of Gareth, Anton's lips curled up slightly, and he nodded in satisfaction.

As expected, the Divine General Jia Shen did not disappoint him.

His strength far surpasses that of the most legendary figures.

It can be said that they have already reached the pinnacle of the legendary rank.

Although each use consumes a massive amount of energy, this combat power is definitely worth it.

"Damn elves!"

Gareth's furious roar echoed across the battlefield.

The enormous dragon body soared into the sky from the ruins, and its heavy, mountain-like aura instantly enveloped the entire fleshy wasteland.

Gareth's yellowish-brown aura was even more intense than before, almost solidifying into a substance. At the wound torn by the sword light, fine buds of flesh were slowly wriggling, attempting to heal.

But that was all in vain.

The sword intent of the Jia Shen Divine General lingered in his body, like invisible thorns, preventing the recovery of his injuries.

Gareth stared intently at Anton with his vertical pupils, revealing a murderous intent born of extreme rage.

"I'm going to kill..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Jia Shen God General reappeared beside him and swung his sword down.

It was just a simple sword strike, without any fancy techniques whatsoever.

But the moment the sword was unleashed, countless dense sword lights suddenly appeared in the void, sweeping down on Gareth from all directions like a storm.

Earth elemental power is known for its defensive prowess, but Gareth, who has mastered this principle, appears incredibly vulnerable in the face of the sword storm.

The yellowish-brown aura around his body was instantly torn apart and shattered.

Gareth's massive body was slammed to the ground once more, bursting out in puffs of blood mist. His hard scales shattered like rotten wood under the sword light.

Anton ignored Gareth and with a thought, the sword pellet beside him suddenly shot out, transforming into two hundred and fifty-six beams of black gold sword light in mid-air.

The speed of the sword light was beyond everyone's sight.

Before the pure-blooded dragonborn could even react, they were engulfed by the overwhelming torrent of sword light.

Chi Chi Chi!

The muffled thuds of flesh being cut were as dense as rain.

Two hundred and fifty-six pure-blooded dragon descendants were pierced through the head by the sword light in an instant.

Before they could even scream, their bodies collapsed to the ground like puppets stripped of their support, blood gushing from their wounds and meandering into streams on the bloody ground.

"The remaining pure-blooded dragonborn are yours to handle."

Anton did not continue to attack, but instead gave an order without turning his head.

"I'll take care of the dragon."

Roman and the Grand Elder snapped out of their daze and nodded without hesitation upon hearing this.

In the next instant, two figures shot off like arrows towards the remaining pure-blooded dragon descendants.

Anton turned his gaze to the dragons.

The light of the Xuanjin sword also rushed towards them.

The dragons awoke as if from a dream, and in great fear, they braced themselves and charged forward.

However, each of the mysterious golden sword lights they faced possessed an attack power no weaker than that of a newly promoted legendary figure.

Two hundred and fifty-six sword lights were unleashed simultaneously, equivalent to two hundred and fifty-six newly promoted legends attacking at the same time.

On average, each dragon faces an attack from about five "newly crowned legendaries".

The weakest dozen or so lower-ranking dragons couldn't even withstand a single exchange against the torrent of sword light; they were instantly shredded into a cloud of blood mist and then swallowed up.

With their deaths, the sword light was freed up to join the attack on the other dragons.

This has created a strange situation.

The more dragons that die, the greater the pressure on the remaining dragons, and the faster they will be killed.

Like a snowball rolling downhill, it escalated more and more.

In just four or five minutes, only four veteran legendary dragons remained on the battlefield, struggling to hold on.

But soon, they were engulfed by an overwhelming barrage of sword light.

By the time Anton had dealt with all the dragons, the battle between the Grand Elder and Roman was still ongoing.

Caught off guard by this scene, the Grand Elder and Roman couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The clan leader continued his swift and decisive actions, as always.

While they were still entangled with the remnants of the defeated army, the main force had already been wiped out.

At the same time, Gareth witnessed all of this, his eyes wide with fury.

He wanted to stop Andong, but under the attack of General Jiashen, he was not even able to protect himself, let alone support his people.

They could only watch helplessly as their people were slaughtered by Andong.

The power of the alchemical golem before him far exceeded his comprehension.

He had never seen such a terrifying alchemical golem.

His combat power far surpassed that of a peak legend, and even gave him a terrifying pressure akin to that of a saint.

Each swing of that dark gold longsword left a new wound on his body.

Scales shattered, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The power of earth element was as fragile as paper in the face of that sharp sword intent.

He had never been so disheveled.

I have never felt so desperate before.

Just when Gareth thought he was going to die here today, the dark golden puppet vanished into thin air.

Not far away, Anton slowly lowered his sleeves.

The Jia Shen Divine General consumes too much energy. Now that we have the situation under control, there is no need to continue wasting energy.

This legendary royal dragon, at the peak of its power, was now covered in wounds and clearly at its last gasp.

In the next instant, countless sword lights converged into a dark golden torrent that swept across the heavens and earth, engulfing Gareth in his despair.

When the torrent of sword light dissipated, Gareth's body had vanished, leaving only the thick blood mist lingering in the air as proof that the legendary royal dragon had once existed.

A wisp of blood mist was swallowed up by the sword light.

The sword pellet let out a satisfied hum, its light slowly receding as it returned to Anton's side, resuming its quiet state.

"Have you eaten and drunk your fill?" Anton said with a smile.

The sword pellet trembled slightly, as if in response.

Anton chuckled, then with a flick of his sleeve, the Heaven-Turning Seal flew out from his sleeve, rapidly expanding in mid-air to become a giant seal the size of a small mountain, which crashed down on the node's core.

boom!

The enormous tumor was crushed under the crushing force of the Heaven-Turning Seal, turning into countless dark red specks of light that scattered and fell in all directions.

The wilderness began to crumble.

The grayish-white ground cracked into spiderweb-like fissures, and the pulsating patterns faded and disappeared one after another.

The dome shattered, revealing the distorted outline of the landscape behind it.

When everything returned to normal, Anton and his two companions were back in the familiar wasteland.