Novel & Cerita El General Todopoderoso De Dragón

growled a familiar face, Rex noticed Fafnir came into view, striding up to the bench and laying out, staring at the dragon general he was speaking with. “A loss of this many troops to a plan as terrible as this is stupid! You are not even sure she will push straight for us, we know Balrog has been planning this for some time, we should have been better prepared!” the dragon general growled, pacing back and forth while speaking, blue smoke starting to seep from his nostrils. “You dare protest my authority!? Is that a challenge General Mhurl?” Fafnir roared, jumping up and leaping in front of the general, his eyes turning red, smoke billowing from his nostrils and the corner of this mouth.

- I think we're friends. The two geniuses look at each other, as if they speak with their eyes. - You know, maybe we can help you, but we don't know if we can trust you. Moon says. - In order for us to help you, you had to be our master – Sun adds. - So let me be your master for a moment. - No. We cannot go back to being slaves. Lucifron shifts and Zog appears, making the genies retreat. - I'm Zog, one of the strongest dragons in the world. I promise you, through the fire that burns in my chest, that I will do everything for you to never be anyone's slave.

All those present were stunned. Where does this energy barrier come from? Who had such a terrifying power to be able to stop Apophis's devastating blow? A thunderous dragon roar sounded. It was unknown when a gigantic golden dragon had floated in the air. There was a man who stood on the dragon’s head. He emitted terrifying energy all over his body, and his power was not inferior compared with Apophis. This man was Tyr. “Boss!” “Boss!” “Tyr!” “Mr. Summers!”

However, upon seeing Henry sit, she followed suit. Henry laughed. “Jake, I’d advise against that. You may be scared sh*tless once you find out who he is.” “Is that so?” Jake smiled dismissively. “Tell me about it. I’ve been meeting some powerful people. I’m curious to find out just how powerful this man is for me to be scared sh*tless.” Henry uttered word by word, “The man before you is the Black Dragon, the commander-in-chief of the million-strong Black Dragon army of the Southern Plains and one of the Five Commanders of Sol.”

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

“What?! General Santigo of the Flying Dragons?!” Master and Madam Otter bolted up from their chairs in shock, and so did the others. Even Aegon and some other government officials, who were close with the family, got up and wore a serious look. Ryken Santigo was not just any general, he was the man who commanded the Flying Dragons, the elite battalion under the Battle Dragon Troops! Even a chief or a captain of the Flying Dragons would be worthy of their utmost attention, let alone the man himself.

In short, the arrival of Elio, one of the three supreme leaders of the Divine Dragon Order, had stirred everyone of status at Azure Gate. Elio's expression was stern, making him look like a wizened old man. Nonetheless, in Holtrien, especially within Holtrien's military, he was a godlike figure. Setting aside his identity as one of the three supreme leaders of the Divine Dragon Order, Elio's transcendent strength as a Beyond Mortal alone established him as a towering pillar of Holtrien.

I can’t even begin to fathom the extent of his strength and his power. Mounting a dragon such as this requires skills and strength. I wonder how much he knows but yet again, he became a general at such a young age. His name literally spreads terror in the hearts of people in Drakesworth and having engaged him a couple of times, I can safely say he is the most ruthless man alive. I watch as it flies away leaving me standing to myself. I don’t if I should go back or head back into the fort. “Do not make me worry about you” his words ring in my head again.

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.