“Do you ants know that the power of dragons cannot be desecrated?”
Bynabert growled.
“Dicarlas: ‘Anyone who dares to challenge the Imperial Dragon Knights must be punished without mercy!'”
“You can desecrate all you want, but come down and fight! Yeah, you, the little yellow-haired one! Let the Fire Dragon give me a ride!”
“Just a Lord-Class NPC acting all tough?”
A group of players screamed and shouted, showing off their fangs.
Unable to hit the airborne targets because of range limitations, some players blasted their background music and started jumping around, wildly yelling battle cries.
The two Dragon Knights looked on with dark expressions, clearly disturbed as they watched adventurers mocking them by stripping down. Some excited female players, full of energy, were ready to rip off their clothes and engage in a shirtless battle, but their boyfriends immediately grabbed them, holding them down.
Bynabert, the Fire Dragon Knight, darkened his face and casually waved his hand.
Dozens of Flying Dragon Knights infused with the blood of fire dragons dived down. These NPCs were high-level and could easily crush regular players.
Fire element surged, and numerous pseudo-dragon breaths rained down on the players. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of players were instantly obliterated and sent soaring into the air.
Only a handful of ranged players managed to fight back, taking down a few of the Fire Dragons, but they couldn’t leave a dent in the overwhelming force.
Everyone was stunned. Though it seemed easy to shout about, facing this horde of dragons made the players realize the true terror.
Not only were these Fire Dragons fast, but their attack power was also ridiculously high. Players with 10-20k health were instantly annihilated.
Most players, with low levels, found it hard to deal with aerial targets and lacked the organization to land fatal blows.
The knights at the front were roasted and forced to fall back, which caused the entire formation to collapse into disarray.
Then a voice rang out in the players’ ears:
“I’ll clear the path for everyone.”
“The Triple Crown winner is here! Join the legion, and let’s crush their skulls!”
Orson stood tall, his star aura swirling around him, a legion emblem shining brightly above his head.
He looked up at the group of haughty dragon-blood creatures, slowly raising his hand.
“May the Lord be eternal—immortal and unyielding!”
Crimson Lizard King roared, shaking the heavens.
In that moment, every Dragon Knight’s face turned pale, and their dragons seemed like fragile rafts, shattered by the tsunami of true dragon might.
All the hybrid dragons were filled with fear, their instinctive hunger burning their souls!
“Bow to the invincible adventurer!”
Orson’s eyes blazed with cold fury, as sharp as a sword aimed at the heart of the dragon horde.
His black hair whipped in the wind, his confidence shining.
With a forceful downward motion of his hand, the world seemed to darken. His killing intent was set in stone.
It was as though the sky itself was about to be crushed by his palm!
Suddenly, a piercing wail echoed through the air.
A thousand dragon-blooded creatures were struck down, uncontrollably falling from the sky!
“Wait, they’re all falling down? There are so many!” ShatteredCrown gasped in shock, quickly steering The Flame Dragon to dodge.
Orson remained unmoved, and a title, Sky Sovereign, appeared above his head!
Flying creatures below Crimson Lizard King’s Domain Lord-Class level were immediately stripped of their ability to fly in the presence of Sky Sovereign!
Boom! Boom!
The dragons fell like rain, shaking the ground and crushing mountains and forests.
A flurry of damage numbers appeared, and the sound of dragons wailing filled the air. The million players present stood frozen in shock.
The dragons that had fallen, unable to move, bowed their heads, as if they were paying homage to the adventurers!
“Triple Crown winner, you’re amazing! I’m going from black to fan now!”
“All the sub-Lord bosses have fallen! What are we waiting for, let’s crush them!”
“Triple Crown winner’s divine might! Kill! Kill! Kill!”
The crowd went wild, every player stirred up by the primal bloodlust this scene inspired.
“Target! There’s a huge loot drop in Pondenorlin City, brothers, log in and start killing dragons!”
“Let’s follow the Triple Crown winner and earn big, dragon liver and gallbladders are ours for the taking!”
As the dragons fell, it triggered a chain reaction. Players from other main cities rushed over.
There was a big opportunity, and anyone who didn’t take it was a fool!
A wave of players surged from all directions, undaunted by the dozens of Dragon Knights in the sky.
After all, the phoenixes that fell were like chickens, and the Lord-Class bosses that hit the ground were nothing more than lambs ready for slaughter.
Moreover, Pondenorlin City was right behind them, offering unlimited revives—if it came to that, they could just outlast the dragons!
The dragons were valuable; even just their materials could make a regular player incredibly wealthy. Killing one was enough to break even, and killing two was a massive profit!
“There’s no other nation or people as battle-hungry and brave as the US!” Bradley shouted, looking at the scene, full of pride.
Orson nodded, understanding that this was why the US often stoked the flames of war around the world. War might not bring peace, but it sure brought in a lot of profit.
Once a leader emerged, it would create a tsunami-like force, sweeping everything in its path!
“Mages, C-level Ice Explosion and Flame Wall, suppress these dragon brats!”
“Archers, C-level Chain Arrow Rain to pin them down, don’t let them lift their heads.”
“Priests, mindlessly heal the knights!”
“Frontline… give it everything you’ve got, slash them to pieces!”
Bradley shouted commands, rallying the players.
Such a chaotic scene was hard to manage, and even the guild leaders shouting might not have been enough to organize the players.
But with Bradley’s title as Godslayer Vice President, and the reputation of the guild’s strongest fighter Money Traveler, the players immediately heeded his call.
A massive magical wave surged toward the fallen dragons. The dazzling array of colors and lights was a sight to behold.
An ordinary player’s damage wasn’t high, dealing only a few thousand or a few hundred to these dragon-blood creatures.
But when that damage was multiplied by 100,000!
A million times!
It was like a forbidden spell being unleashed with full force!
One of the blue-blooded Flying Dragon Kings, no less powerful than a lower-level giant dragon, had 20 million health. Yet, after two rounds of concentrated fire, it was reduced to nothing.
The archers, perfectly synchronized, drew their bows and unleashed a relentless barrage.
A Ground Dragon Lord, just standing up, was shot down in seconds, turning into a pile of minced meat.
The front-line warriors and knights shimmered with light, their shields stacked to a terrifying degree.
It was like a swarm of ants climbing onto the dragon’s back, hacking away mercilessly.
Thieves were sneaky, taking advantage of the chaos to attack the dragons’ most vulnerable spots: their eyes and hearts.
Orson’s forehead broke into a cold sweat. This was ruthless!
A swarm of loot glowed in the air, and instinctively, Orson commanded Crimson Lizard King to fly down, eager to help his comrades check the spoils.
But the loot beams disappeared in an instant, as if nothing had dropped at all?
Orson was puzzled. Were these people even human?
Bradley: “Someone just struck gold! Two pieces of Hero-class gear, at least level 50, ah…”
They couldn’t get it. They couldn’t get it at all.