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He stared down the long-stretched ledge, the army continued from one end to the other, there must have been at least three to four hundred men charging towards them. “By the Divine, how can we fight back this many. Father guide me?” Thought Drykator. The sudden sound of the dragon screeching overhead again caught everyone's attention “Who is that?” Gravland indicated with a quick nod to the small person thrusting a long dagger deep into the dragon's back. “Drago the Dragonslayer, we can rely on him to do his job” Drykator replied with a small grin on his face.

He was in a fight with a dragon prince, all he needed was a distraction and today fate was on his side. The men were pressing Raisel and although she was holding her own, she was having a harder time doing so as the men pressed on. “Kill her off!”, Votigern barked with a sly smile. And at that moment Dragomir turned to Raisel then Votigern made his hit, he plugged the blade through Dragomir’s heart. The blade he had recovered from the blacksmith’s shop in Avalon, the blade he had recognized as the blade forged of a thousand dragon breaths, the only blade capable of piercing through a dragon’s thick impenetrable skin, the blade capable of causing great damage to a dragon in human form, the bl

“How about Griga? What kind of dragon she is?” Rieska put her hand below her chin. “Griga is unique. She is the only crossbreed of the four.” “That’s pretty cool! I want one like Griga.” His eyes looked dreamy. If she gave him a dragon, he would use it to be stronger. The queen shook her head. “Sad to say, Griga is the only dragon of her kind.” “I see, then I’ll fly my own. Soon I will train to fly using my wings.”

Gronta sassily answered. “She is Lord Dvur’s assistant, you know?” Guinevere replied in the same way. Gronta shook and held his breath. “L-Lord Dvur?! I haven’t heard of it!” “Of course you haven’t. If you were born at least 700 years ago, you would’ve. In the creation of the Dragoknight that is within our possession, Lord Dvur exchanged his life for the perfection of such a weapon. After that, no one has ever stepped into his chamber, until now.” Guinevere turned her body to face the group of convicts. “I honestly never thought that you’d leave your master’s chamber. What made you change your mind?”

She questioned me with confused face and I turned my head up to stare deep in her eyes. “Every Dragon person has their own Dragon sprit which is our original Dragon form that we change into…. King Jamerian Borg he was a ghost who was living in mortal body of King Erlenduris because of which he was able to see my true form when we visited him in conference hall” I explained her

He answered. "He is the red dragon of China, he is like a fucking god and is worshipped there." I began to tell all the information I had on our enemy. Dragons in the ancient times were glorified and worshiped by mortals. They were offered gold and jewelries for their protection from their enemies. Dragons loved gold and possessed god-like powers, they all belonged to a conclave. The Khroma Conclave and the red dragon was like an emperor to the Khroma Conclave. They could shift at will to both human form whenever they wished. Later, they were hunted by humans and were almost driven extinct. "Dragons according to the myth and children books can only be slayed by a blade infused with magic, to

Their eyes gleamed with crimson-red light, and their bodies seemed way stronger than usual goblins. They raised their weapons, which seemed made of black rock and infused with some spirit stones, releasing some fire and wind elements from them. "Interesting… Black and Gray Goblins? Are these variants due to this dungeon being made by my lord?" wondered Belphegor. Chaos, however, flew towards the Goblins while flapping his draconic wings. He decided to fight on his humanoid form this time, as he quickly activated several skills at the same time, mostly those of self-strengthening such as Orc's Strong Physique or the Giant's Skills. Additionally, he loaded himself with the Nether Wyvern Skills

Adrian growled angrily at King Xanus as he recognized the flames he saw. "Oh! These are the flames of a dragon. I obtained them after I drank a dragon's blood mixed with some enchanted potion and a droplet of Lucifer's blood. I will become a god very soon." King Xanus replied to Adrian's question. Adrian's eyes glowed red and he clenched his fists. "You were behind it. What did you do to the last king of the dragon kingdom?" Adrian growled at King Xanus angrily. King Xanus started laughing again as he heard Adrian's question.

Dropping the shield they stand to face each other. "What now?" "I don't know." After assessing if everyone was fine they decided the sooner they free the women the sooner they could leave this dreadful place. "Here. I found a journal." They opened the book but all they seem to have found was a prayer and a dragon medalian. All eyes fell on Brandon as he caressed his family's artfect. "It's not a prayer. They used the gullstale. A long time ago when dragons were exiled they were also stripped from their beast. On a human this would do nothing, since there is nothing special but on a supernatural..."

he hissed, but I held on to the young dragon with all my might. “First release Leandros.” He didn’t, and I saw red. His spear scraped Leandros’s neck, and I did the same to his son. Drako thrashed against my hold, shifting into his dragon to kill me. It was impossible for me to hold on to him. He whirled around and spit fire at me, making me jump away and throw the poisoned spear in my hands at him to save myself.