ctnovel Chapter 393 - 87: You Mean Our Allied Forces Were Routed by a Single Ancient Giant Dragon?
Chapter 393 - 87: You Mean Our Allied Forces Were Routed by a Single Ancient Giant Dragon?
However, there were cautious individuals among the invaders. They didn’t rashly order their Divine Chosen Army to advance. Instead, they quickly dispatched their Scouts and reconnaissance troops, having these vanguards trail far behind the Lord Player teams that had charged ahead. Like ghosts, they carefully scouted their surroundings for any sign of trouble.
Their plan was clear: they had to first confirm there were no ambushes or traps along the route. Only after ensuring the path ahead was safe would they allow their main army to follow, advancing slowly.
But they didn’t know that all these cautious calculations and meticulous investigations would be rendered useless before the entity that was about to appear.
Because what was about to make its shocking debut was the Exclusive Mount of the Holy Empire’s great first Emperor—a Divine Gift Ancient Fire Dragon endowed with "Bloodthirsty Power" and the "Power of Highest Authority Resurrection"!
Furthermore, upon its flame-wreathed back, it carried a presence that would chill the very bones of the invaders—a Bloodthirsty Clone that possessed all of Qin Feng’s Talent and Skill Effects!
"Wales!"
"Lord Tingfeng’s orders are to let you cut loose. Kill as many as you can. If you get tired, you can fly back and rest anytime!"
"Once you’ve rested up, I’ll use my ’Gate of War’ Talent to bring you back!"
"As for me... I won’t be joining the fight."
"Because Lord Tingfeng’s secrets can’t be exposed just yet, we Bloodthirsty Clones must hide our true strength. The most we can do is buff you with Talent and Skill Effects."
Upon hearing this, the red Ancient Giant Dragon named Wales merely gave a slight nod. As its massive head moved, its scales scraped together with a low rumble.
"Mm."
"Understood."
Its voice rumbled like grinding stone, carrying an indisputable chill.
"I will make these invaders thoroughly regret ever setting foot on this land."
With that, the Ancient Fire Dragon Wales suddenly accelerated, its massive crimson body streaking across the sky like a meteor. In an instant, it was hovering directly above the Eight Realms Alliance Army.
Its eyes blazed as it majestically scanned the dense Divine Chosen Army below, which swarmed like a black tide.
「At that moment.」
Sharp-eyed foreign players had already spotted the behemoth circling five hundred meters high in the sky.
Most of them immediately activated their "Reconnaissance" skill, attempting to view the detailed stat panel of the Ancient Fire Dragon, Wales.
But as a Legendary Level, boss-type hero, Wales’s core data was heavily shielded. Only Qin Feng, a unique Lord Player, could see its complete stat panel.
"Tremble... at the feet of His Majesty Tingfeng!"
As the voice faded, a brilliant Magic Halo ignited around the Ancient Fire Dragon Wales, who activated "Magic Altitude Enhancement"—a Divine Gift ability possessed by all Ancient Giant Dragons.
Then, from five hundred meters up, the Ancient Giant Dragon Wales opened its massive maw and unleashed its proudest ability: the "Flaming Dragon Breath."
The dazzling torrent of flame was not a uniform crimson. Its outer layer was a roiling, orange-yellow wave of fire, filled with crackling sparks.
The middle layer was an incandescent white core, so hot the air warped and distorted, even refracting light.
At its very core, an ethereal blue magical flame was faintly visible—a heat so intense it could melt solid steel.
Soon, this "river of magma," over thirty meters wide, surged diagonally downward. As it covered an area of nearly a thousand square meters, a hundred-meter-high heatwave instantly erupted from the ground. Before the flames even touched them, the metal armor of the foreign Divine Chosen Soldiers was seared red-hot. Their leather and cloth gear instantly carbonized, turning to ash.
Wherever the crimson torrent swept, sand and stone melted into molten glass. The earth cracked open, belching clouds of sulfurous black smoke, and the extreme heat made even space itself seem to shimmer and tremble.
From within the scorching Dragon Breath, fire-based Magic Skills like the "Five Fireball Technique" and "Flame Storm" erupted in succession.
Five Fireballs, trailing ethereal purple flames, slammed into the flanks and exploded into rings of fire on impact.
Meanwhile, the Flame Storm whipped up fire pillars over ten meters in diameter at the edges of the torrent. Inside these pillars, countless spinning, scythe-like blades of fire ground the struggling enemy Divine Chosen Soldiers into cinders. The intertwining red, blue, and purple light of the flames utterly tore apart the army’s defensive line.
The sudden, devastating blow instantly threw the once-composed camp of foreign players into an uproar. Their relatively orderly formation collapsed in an instant. The Native Soldiers, having no Loyalty, scattered in every direction. Shouts mingled with the chimes of failing skills as the scene descended into utter chaos.
Amid the chaos, a player whose robes had been singed by a wave of fire yelled out in a mixture of shock and rage, unable to stop himself from cursing:
"WTF!!!"
"What the fuck is that thing!?"
"A Western Ancient Dragon’s Breath? And Magic Skills? It can attack from that high up?!"
"That’s fucking impossible! The game can’t be this broken!"
Nearby, another player stared at the Magic Halo around Wales in the sky. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his voice trembling.
"A Divine Gift..."
"That’s a Divine Gift skill..."
He took a deep breath, as if confirming a terrible truth, his tone filled with bitter disbelief.
"I’m sure of it! It’s ’Divine Gift: Magic Altitude Enhancement’! It’s an insane Passive that lets all Magic ignore height restrictions. You can cast from the ground to five hundred meters up, or from five hundred meters up straight down to the ground!"
"Dammit..."
He clenched his fists so tightly his nails nearly dug into his palms, cursing under his breath:
"To think they had such a Heaven-defying Divine Gift hero hidden up their sleeve..."
Nearby, a relatively calm foreign Lord Player pushed his way through the chaotic crowd to the man muttering to himself and asked in a low, urgent voice:
"Divine Gift: Magic Altitude Enhancement?"
"Can we fight it?"
"Think of a counter, quick!"
His eyes were locked on Wales in the sky as he rapidly analyzed the situation:
"Its damage output is terrifying! Who knows how many Ability Value buffs it’s getting from that Lord Player named Tingfeng! And it has that massive buff from the ’Plane War 1v8’!"
"If we just keep taking a beating like this!"
"We won’t last!"
At these words, the pupils of the Lord Player who recognized "Divine Gift: Magic Altitude Enhancement" contracted. He instantly snapped out of his shock.
He pinched his own arm hard, forcing himself to calm down.
After all, this was no time for awe and shock. The only thing that mattered was figuring out how to turn the tables immediately.
"There’s a way to counter it!"
"Deploy all the Legendary Level archer soldiers and heroes!"
He shot a hand up, pointing at Wales in the sky as he rapidly barked out orders:
"Legendary Level archers have a base range of exactly five hundred meters, they can directly attack that Ancient Fire Dragon! Or we can send Flying Units up for a close-range assault!"
Then, his tone shifted as he decisively ruled out another possibility:
"But!"
"Don’t move the Mages!"
"Without the buff of the ’Divine Gift: Magic Altitude Enhancement’ ability, their Magic can’t reach five hundred meters high, let alone hurt that Ancient Giant Dragon!"
"It’s a total waste of damage!"
He paused, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"As for regular archers... their arrows might have a chance of hitting that Ancient Giant Dragon, but their overall accuracy is negligibly low. So don’t count on them to take down that Divine Gift Ancient Giant Dragon!"
Then, his tone shifted again, now filled with do-or-die resolve:
"However!"
"It’s better than nothing!"
"Regular archers might not deal any real damage, but they can at least restrict its position in the air!"
Upon hearing this, the foreign players’ commander fully grasped the situation and hesitated no longer.
He leaped onto a broken stone and roared to the chaotic crowd:
"All archer-class Lord Players and archer heroes! Move to the front! Full-power concentrated fire!"
"Target!"
"Five hundred meters in the air!"
"The Divine Gift Ancient Giant Dragon spewing crimson flames!"
"And all archer-class Divine Chosen Soldiers! I don’t care if you can land a hit or not! All of you, move to the front and join the concentrated fire!"
He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the hesitant crowd below, his voice suddenly turning cold and grim:
"I know!"
"I know it’s not easy to train these ranged Extraordinary Soldier Types!"
"But!"
"We have to ignore the losses! We can’t worry about these Extraordinary Archers dying!"
"Because if we can’t deal with this Divine Gift Giant Dragon today, with its Heaven-defying damage and terrifying spell range, our entire Divine Chosen Army will be wiped out right here!"