Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

An unprecedented sense of excitement rushed directly into Shink Nilvalen's heart.

"Quick, hurry up and inform Lord Vitan."

"Open the defense barrier to its maximum output."

At this moment, Shink Nilvalen was extremely glad that he had decided to activate the protective shield.

Otherwise, their reckless search behavior was probably not for the target they were looking for, but for being greeted by a roar from the target "Yanlong".

"Wait, it seems the target of the attack is not aimed at us, Lord Flower Crown."

The soaring black dragon seemed not to notice the huge fleet far away in the horizon.

He actually changed direction.

It opened its ferocious bloody mouth and pointed in the completely opposite direction of the fleet.

Terrifying energy gathers within it.

"What's going on? Are there other races at war with the dragon spirits?"

How is it possible that they were not discovered?

There can only be one answer.

That is, the opponent that Yanlong is facing now makes him have no time to care about the elves, a race that they do not take seriously at all.

"Are they those crazy Flügel people again?"

In just a moment, Shink Nilvalen came to a positive answer.

in her mind.

Really, only that group of bloodthirsty lunatics fit this conclusion.

——The Flügel!

A creation of the "God of War" Artosh.

It ranks sixth in the current ranking of fifteen races.

Even though their ranking seems to be only one place higher than the forest elves.

But the status and power between the two are worlds apart.

There was once a saying like this.

The first six are life, and the rest are organisms.

This sentence means just that.

Those who possess a physical body and reproduce by normal means are generally defined as "living things", up to the seventh-ranked elves; above that, any energy or concept that possesses a will can be considered "life".

As creatures of the same Ordos, the Flügel are vastly different from the other races.

They possess eternal life and great power.

Their personalities are similar to their creator, the "God of War" Artosh.

They are extremely warlike and bloodthirsty. Hunting superior races and taking their heads as their own collections is their hobby.

If you were able to go to the homes of the Flügel in Avant Heim, you would see heads of various races hanging on their walls.

They are proud of this, and the more powerful the Flügel they collect, the more respect they will receive from other Flügel.

Therefore, other races are often hunted by the Flügel.

Even a tribe of the Elves was slaughtered by the intrusive Skywings.

Even powerful races like the Giants, Dragonites, and Phantasms can be hunted down by the Flügels forming small teams and moving in groups.

Of course, what made the Skywing species famous was their glorious feat of once hunting down a God species.

"You were right."

"There are indeed some Flügel hunting the Dragonites here."

"However, the situation is not exactly what you imagined."

"There is only one Flügel here."

As the sound rang out, Vitan, who was supposed to be in the ship's room, appeared directly behind Shink Nilvalen.

"Lord Vitan!"

"Lord Vitan..."

Lanqi fell to her knees with a plop, and Xinke Nirvalen also lowered his head.

"You did a good job."

Vitan's faint praise did not make Shink Nilvalen raise his head.

Because she didn't know whether this time's success was enough to make up for her mistakes from the previous two days.

"However, what happens next is not something you can participate in."

"Let the fleet retreat."

"I'm not in the mood to protect you guys in my spare time this time."

Time goes back to half a day ago.

……

This is a grand canyon where flames and lava are surging all day long.

Roaring rift - Dragon Cave.

This is a huge gap that stretches to the end of the continent.

If you stand on the edge and look down, you will see only the endless abyss and the vast ocean surrounded by raging magma and large canyons.

Long ago, this place was also a forest full of birdsong and flowers.

It became like this only because of a great war long ago that completely changed the topography here.

——『End Dragon』 Hardy Raver!

——『God of War』Artosh!

The roaring cracks today are the product of that great war.

All the dragon spirits are proud of the "End Dragon" and regard it as their own residence.

"Lakeinleif, at this point, are you still going to stay here?"

"Our people are being slaughtered. As a Dragon King, is this how you treat us?"

The pitch-black dragon king stared with his bright yellow eyes like copper bells, roaring angrily at a giant dragon that was completely white and emitting a gem-like glow.

The roar of anger and the dragon language that humans cannot understand turned into tangible power and even caused the weather to change.

"Aaron Leifer, revenge has no meaning."

——The last of the three great dragon kings of the dragon spirit race, "Smart Dragon" Lakinlev.

"Hardy Raver has brought great honor to our dragon race."

"A lone dragon fought against the strongest Old Deus to such an extent."

Unlike the angry Aaron Reifer, Lakin Reifer's tone was calm, and his dragon eyes shone with wisdom.

"But the facts are already in front of us."

"In any case, the Dragon Race is just the Dragon Race, a race below the Old Deus."

"We cannot fight against the Old Deus."

"This is an ironclad fact."

Having said that, Lakinrev slowly raised his dragon head.

"Could it be that, Aaron Reifer, you have made a breakthrough and think you can be on par with Hardy Reifer?"

boom--!

The atmosphere shook and thunder roared from the sky.

King Yanlong spewed out blazing flames from his nose, and his violent breath shook the space.

On par with Hardy Raver?

How can it be!

If we say that Artosh is a unique existence among the Old Deus.

The other Old Deus are simply no match for him.

Then Hardirever's status among the dragon spirits is the same.

As the first dragon spirit born from the corpse of a god.

Hardirever's power is at least half of the total power of the current Dragon Spirits.

How could Aaron Reifer have such power?

But it is precisely because of this that Lakeinrev is angry.

"So what if I die?"

"The pride of the dragon race is above all else. I cannot bear to see those iron blocks and mixed-feathered birds trampling on our people at will."

"..."

Say no more!

Lakinrev slowly lowered his head and closed his wise dragon eyes again.

The two Dragon Kings had different ideas from the very beginning.

Aaron Lev, the "Yan Dragon King", has a hot temper and an arrogant character, and regards the honor of the dragon race as above all else.

"The Clever Dragon King" Lakinlev is like a wise old man. Compared with revenge, it values ​​the continuation of its race more.

The dragon spirits who rush out to fight can indeed achieve extremely high results.

But then what?

The Star Cup is an item that only the Old Gods can fight for. The Dragon Spirits are not qualified to compete for the throne of the only God.

In the end, only the weak women and children are left. How can they survive in a world facing the Gods who finally won the Star Cup?

The only way out for the dragon spirit race is complete annihilation.

Do you really think he's not angry?

Do you really think he doesn't mourn for his deceased compatriots?

But he can't, he has to consider the continuation of the entire ethnic group.

As long as 90% of the dragon spirits are still gathered in this dragon cave.

In this world, no group or race dares to touch them.

As for the only one who can single-handedly wipe out their dragon spirit species.

According to his guess, that person should no longer be interested in the dragon spirit species.

That's why he made such a plan.

(It’s just that he felt pity in his heart.)

(Because he knew he could no longer persuade Aaron Raver.)

(And this time, Aaron Raver's departure may be their last meeting.)

"Bam—!"

A sound that was enough to shake the heavens and the earth rang out.

The terrifying force erupted in an instant.

A girl with wings on her ribs was suspended in the air. The fluctuations of the elves around her distorted the atmosphere, making her look as hazy as a mirage.

He instantly locked onto Aaron Reifer, the culprit, with his dragon eyes wide open, almost spitting fire.

"Damn it, bullying the dragon is too much."