Elven cultivators

Chapter 70 The Mystery of the Dragon God's Fall (Seeking First Subscription)

It was a giant dragon that was over a hundred meters long.

Its entire body was covered with dark red scales, with molten gold flowing between the scales, like surging subterranean fire.

With its wingspan exceeding 100 meters, the wing membrane was dark as blood, and the wing bones were thick and covered with cold-looking thorns.

Its long, powerful neck supports its proud dragon head, and the barbs on its back extend from its neck to the tip of its tail, reaching a width of three or four meters at their widest point, their sharpness awe-inspiring.

With the appearance of the dragon, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended.

That wasn't just the aura of a strong person, but rather a suppression originating from a higher level of life, from an entity at the top of the food chain.

The elves and dwarves present felt as if a heavy boulder had rolled down their chests, making it hard to breathe.

The lizardmen performed even worse.

Whether they were ordinary lizardmen of the Black Iron rank or dragon lizardmen of the Silver rank, they all collapsed to the ground, their scales standing on end, uttering terrified whimpers as if they had encountered their natural enemy.

Even the few gold-rank dragon lizardmen were pale-faced and weak-kneed, barely managing to stay upright, their vertical pupils filled with horror.

fear.

An instinctive fear that originates from the depths of one's blood and is etched into the very core of one's soul.

This is the most primitive reaction of a lower bloodline to a higher bloodline, and it has nothing to do with willpower or strength.

That fear even overwhelmed the dread of death, making them forget to run away and resist, leaving only the instinct to tremble.

The dragon didn't even slow down as it swept across the battlefield.

Those crimson-gold vertical pupils swept lightly over the densely packed figures below, then casually withdrew their gaze and continued flying into the distance.

There was no curiosity, no concern, and not even contempt in his eyes.

Because ants are not worth despising at all.

It flew over the battlefield, its massive body casting a shadow like a moving dark cloud that enveloped most of the battlefield.

A moment later, the dragon's figure disappeared into the horizon, leaving only the lingering heat in the air and the figures on the ground who had not yet broken free from the dragon's might.

silence.

A deathly silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Elder Leonard was the first to regain his senses. He let out a long breath and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Radiant Dragon..."

Everyone then seemed to wake from a dream, gasping for breath, like drowning people finally surfacing.

Many elves and dwarves were pale, their foreheads were covered in cold sweat, and even their hands holding weapons were trembling slightly.

The three dwarf elders also looked quite grim.

Hagrid, his face filled with astonishment and uncertainty, lowered his voice and said, "The Ember Dragon of Kreisor Dragon City... how did it end up here?"

No one answered the question.

Everyone looked at each other, their expressions filled with shock and lingering fear.

The Shining Dragon of Kreisor Dragon City is widely recognized as the most powerful being on the Eldron Plains, a legendary powerhouse far surpassing even the Gold Peak.

It could even be said that it is the ruler of the Eldron Plains.

Most elves and dwarves have only heard its legends, but have never seen its true form.

It wasn't until today, when I caught a glimpse of it, that I realized this dragon was far more terrifying than the legends described.

The mere intimidation was enough to extinguish any thought of resistance in them.

Is this a dragon...?

Many elves and dwarves had the same thought flash through their minds as they silently processed the shock and horror in their hearts.

Of all the people, only Anton remained relatively calm.

After the fall of the Dragon God Aio in the previous life, the Dragon Court was destroyed, but the dragon race was not completely wiped out.

Even during the eras of the Undead Scourge and the Rise of the Gods, a small number of dragons still existed on the Dawn Continent.

Anton has fought against the dragons more than once and has already been freed from their enchantment.

At least mentally, he had developed a strong immunity to the dragons' oppressive aura.

He was more concerned about something else at that moment.

Why is the Shining Dragon, which guards the city of Kreisor, here? And where is it headed?

Gazing thoughtfully in the direction where the Radiant Dragon had departed.

"That direction... seems to be towards the Dragon Court?"

An idea suddenly struck Anton, flashing through his mind like lightning.

According to his memory, the myriad races confirmed that the Dragon Court had completely lost the protection of the Dragon God Aio around the year 9882 of the Dawn Calendar.

So when did Longting realize that he had lost the protection of the Dragon God?

The dragon race dominated the Dawn Continent thanks to the protection of the Dragon God.

With the power of the Dragon God, they can unleash formidable power far exceeding their own rank, even killing enemies of higher ranks.

A golden-tier dragon, empowered by the Dragon God, is capable of contending with legendary powerhouses.

This is the fundamental reason why the dragon race has been able to rule over all races for nearly ten thousand years.

Once the Dragon God falls, the most obvious sign is that he can no longer bestow power upon his followers.

The dragons guarding the dragon cities in various places will definitely contact the Dragon Court to inquire about the reason as soon as they realize that they have lost the power of the Dragon God, and may even leave their guarded places to return to the Dragon Court as fast as possible.

Could it be that at this point, the dragon race has already lost the protection of the dragon god?

Hui Jinlong rushed back to the Dragon Court to find out why he had lost the power of the Dragon God.

Anton's eyes flickered, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

The reason for the fall of the dragon god Aio remains a mystery.

Until he traveled through time, the official reason for the Dragon God's fall was not revealed, only vaguely mentioned that it was related to the game's 5.0 version.

The only certainty is that the fall of the gods did not happen overnight.

Unless a divine war directly leads to the fall of a god, with the godhood and divinity being completely devoured by the victor, given the power of a god, it often takes a long time for them to go from weakening to complete demise.

It could take hundreds of years, or even thousands of years.

Perhaps at this point in time, even if the Dragon God Aio hasn't fallen yet, he has weakened to the point of being unable to bestow power upon his followers for some reason.

If that's the case, he might be able to leak the news in advance, bringing forward the time when the Dragon Court is destroyed.

However, Anton quickly suppressed this tempting thought as soon as it surfaced.

Leaving aside how to verify the accuracy of the information and convince other races, given his current cultivation level, rashly getting involved in such matters could easily lead to his death.

It's best to continue developing steadily at this stage.

If you really want to take risks, at least wait until you break through to the Golden Core stage.

While Anton was deep in thought, the others had already come to their senses and began to mop up the remaining enemy troops.

Those gold-rank dragon lizardmen, already demoralized by the death of Zogu and further intimidated by the dragon's might, were still struggling to recover. Faced with the onslaught, they were powerless to resist and were quickly subdued one after another.

As for the lizardman soldiers who were limp on the ground, they were powerless to resist and were easily bound by the elves like firewood, and escorted in strings to the depths of the forest.

In a sense, the appearance of the Shining Dragon actually saved the Allied Forces the trouble of pursuing the remnants of the army.

Only a few Stoneskin Trolls remained on the battlefield, putting up a last-ditch resistance.

These low-intelligence creatures reacted to the dragon's might far less intensely than the lizardmen; they simply stood frozen in place, and after the Ember Dragon left, they resumed their energetic and unsuspecting attacks on the allied forces.

However, without the support of the lizardmen, the remaining dozens of stone-skinned trolls were no match for the allied forces and were quickly wiped out.

The battlefield gradually quieted down.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, a complex mixture of burnt, earthy, and metallic smells.

The ground was soaked in blood, sticky and slippery underfoot, littered with broken weapons and shattered scales.

The Second Elder, Cedric, and Elena led a portion of their forces straight to the Molten Thorn tribe, accompanied by Knut and two hundred dwarf warriors.

The main force of the Molten Thorn tribe was either killed in battle or captured; they were basically all wiped out in this war.

The remaining troops in the tribal settlement will not exceed two thousand at most, and these manpower are sufficient to deal with the situation.

The elves who remained on the battlefield began cleaning up the battlefield and taking stock of their spoils.

The dwarves gathered in twos and threes, talking and laughing loudly, sharing the thrill of the battle and the joy of victory.

Many people, however, turned their gazes to the tall, slender figure standing at the edge of the battlefield, wiping his longsword.

In today's battle, the combined forces of the Silvermoon Clan and Grayrock Fortress were able to achieve a great victory, and Anton deserves the greatest credit.

If he hadn't single-handedly broken through the lizardman army, unleashed the Yellow Turban Warriors to disrupt the enemy's formation, and finally severely injured Zogu with bizarre methods, securing the victory, the outcome of this war would likely have been completely different.

"That Anton kid... I really can't figure him out anymore."

The Third Elder, Cassian, looked at Anton not far away, his face full of sighs.

He had lived for so many years and seen countless so-called geniuses, but he had never seen anyone like Anton.

Alchemy, potions, combat... in any field, he can reach heights that ordinary people could never achieve in a lifetime.

Even considering the lifespan of elves, they are not yet adults.

The Grand Elder wholeheartedly agreed, and his gaze toward Anton was filled with astonishment.

Even now, recalling Anton's performance, he still couldn't hide his astonishment.

Those lightning bolts that even a peak-level Gold Saint who had awakened the power of laws couldn't withstand, were they some kind of spell or a demonic combat technique?

He could tell that Anton's move required a considerable amount of time to prepare.

Compared to its astonishing power, this flaw is far from significant.

The fact that Anton could create such a powerful move shows that his talent has far exceeded his understanding.

For a time, many different eyes on the battlefield focused on Anton.

Only Roman remained as carefree as ever, pulling Eleanor close to Anton and curiously asking about the secret behind that move.

After being casually brushed off by Anton, he clasped his hands together and asked for the Yellow Turban Warrior.

The Yellow Turban Warriors she had previously crafted were prioritized for war, and she hadn't yet found a suitable training partner.

Now that the war is over, naturally the first thing they want is their return.

After much coaxing and pleading, Anton not only agreed but also gave her three Yellow Turban Warriors, making the girl beam with joy and shake Anton's arm.

Eleanor watched the interaction between the two with a smile on her face, occasionally glancing at Anton with a hint of admiration and worship.