Monsters Are Coming

Chapter 1455 - 376: Divine Weapon Descends, Time for Me to Show Off! (Part 2)

But the tide of soldiers from the Devouring Clan seemed endless, countless Devouring Warriors advanced over the corpses of their kind. Even if their bodies shattered, they would immediately be filled by those who followed.At this moment, the Great Dragon Lord gazed at the retreating battle line under pressure, unable to suppress a low growl.

Just then, a figure shot in from afar, landing beside him on one knee.

"Great Dragon Lord, the western defensive line has been breached, the third Sky Dragon Guard... completely wiped out."

The arriving figure was covered in blood and dirt, the membrane of the left wing was corroded with several holes, exposing the bleeding bones beneath.

This bloodstained figure was none other than the old acquaintance Ji Chen had longed to meet again: Dragon Descendant.

After listening to Dragon Descendant’s report, the Great Dragon Lord’s crimson-gold pupils remained fixed on the surging battle line outside the city.

It was only after Dragon Descendant’s breathing gradually calmed that he slowly turned his neck, his gaze falling on the tattered wings of Dragon Descendant, then shifting to the scar on Dragon Descendant’s forehead.

This scar overlapped with the wound left by a clan’s prodigy during the trial on Wind Roar Platform in memory.

Back then, he wasn’t the Dragon Wing Clan’s predetermined heir; there was someone better above him.

The clan’s upper echelons had secretly decided to focus on nurturing this individual after arriving in the Monster World until they succeeded to the position of Great Dragon Lord, mastering the Dragon Breath Rule.

But during the initiation ceremony of the cross-space expedition, this figure was swept away by the sudden turbulence in the Space Channel, disappearing without a trace.

The entire Dragon Wing Clan believed they had turned to stardust long ago.

After that, he replaced the Dragon Wing Clan’s strongest prodigy and eventually inherited the authority of the Great Dragon Lord.

And that former clan’s strongest prodigy was the kneeling figure before him now.

The Great Dragon Lord’s gaze lingered on the scar on Dragon Descendant’s forehead for a long time, his expression complex.

In that pale white mark, it seemed he could still see the youth soaring with wings on the Wind Roar Platform from back then.

At that time, Dragon Descendant was an object of admiration even for him.

Elders in the clan said this was a once-in-a-millennium Dragon Breath master.

But now, the former high-spirited prodigy had very thin Dragon Breath Energy within.

This resulted from the long-term lack of nurturing by Dragon Blood Fruit and the erosion by the polluted aura of the Small World.

It’s like a Dragon Blood Tree that should have rooted at Dragon Breath Cliff, but was thrown into spiritually barren soil; no matter how good the seed, it was hard to grow into a towering tree.

Even though he personally granted the Source-level Mark of the Dragon Breath Rule to Dragon Descendant, his current strength was far from reaching his own height.

Two hundred years of time passed in a flash.

He remembered countless times standing before a Star Map, fantasizing the return of that vanished figure when he just inherited the Dragon Breath Rule and became the Great Dragon Lord.

The scene of them fighting together in the Monster World.

But the reality was that the existence he once looked up to had long been tortured out of the group by the Mire World.

Yet he still could see that defiant sharpness in Dragon Descendant’s eyes, unchanged from before.

The Small World limited its growth but didn’t diminish its will; it’s still the prodigy of his memory.

The war intent burning in those crimson-gold vertical pupils was identical to the figure standing at the peak of Wind Roar Platform in memory.

Even shrouded in dust, it still concealed an unbreakable sharpness.

The Great Dragon Lord gazed at Dragon Descendant’s bloodstained face, and his dragon claw slowly rose.

Immediately, a Dragon Crystal, flowing with dazzling golden light, condensed in his hand; it was the original mark of the Dragon Breath Rule.

The Great Dragon Lord took a deep breath and made a decision, looking at Dragon Descendant, saying in a deep voice:

"Brother Dragon Descendant, you can’t keep up with the intensity of this war; this is not contempt but the current reality." The Great Dragon Lord’s dragon claw hovered in the air, the golden light of the Dragon Crystal illuminating the pupils of both into a blaze:

"Outside the city, the Devouring Clan is birthing new warriors every moment. Their strength is not something you can contend with. Next, I will lead the Dragon Scale Guards to break through the formation, trying to buy you time. You take the remaining warriors and leave through the secret path under Spirit Breath Cliff, retreat to the Hometown World."

As if anticipating what Dragon Descendant would say, the Great Dragon Lord spoke with unquestionable authority:

"Remember, retreating is not surrendering. It allows the embers of the Dragon Wing Clan to burn into the next Era. Your battlefield is not on the scorched earth ahead, but back in the homeland, to recover your wings, waiting for the day you lead the next generation of clansmen back to storm the Monster World again."

With that, the Great Dragon Lord pushed the Dragon Breath Rule in his hand towards Dragon Descendant.

But Dragon Descendant suddenly raised a hand, using a Sharp Claw to firmly resist the Dragon Breath Rule Crystal Stone just within reach, then slowly straightened his spine.

The shattered wing membrane flapped wildly in the wind, yet it couldn’t hide the scorching brilliance erupting in his eyes.

"I’ve waited two hundred years for this path."

Dragon Descendant stared into the Great Dragon Lord’s eyes stubbornly, each word squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying the leaking Qi-Blood:

"From the day I was swept by the spatial turbulence, every moment was lived to return to the battlefield, struggling to survive in the polluted Small World, tempering the dragon body on barren wastelands... I never gave up, nor thought I would fall. Now you want me to go back."

With that, Dragon Descendant tore off a broken Dragon Scale from his chest and fiercely slapped it onto the Great Dragon Lord’s chest:

"In these two hundred years, I’ve gnawed on carrion in the mire, drank poisonous water in deserts, and even had chains from the Alien Race pierce my body... What kept me alive was never the desire to survive. I’ve waited for this day for two hundred years, waiting for a chance to return to the battlefield, yearning to fight alongside my clansmen. Even if broken to pieces, I want a fearless battle, so I absolutely refuse to retreat to the clan land. If you want a successor, find another."