Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 341 Dragon Tide
Adura flapped his wings and slashed out a moonlight sword energy filled with icy mist, splitting the Fallen Angel-level star beast that had just been frozen by Lani into two parts. He suppressed the dizziness caused by the overdraft of magic power in the depths of his mind, and looked down at the entire battlefield breathlessly.

Their own flying dragon troops had already been completely engaged in a chaotic battle with the beast tide, but a mere one thousand flying dragons were too small in the face of a beast tide of this magnitude.

Although both Kalia's pyroxene dragon and Fam Azra's dragon warrior possessed individual combat power far superior to that of star beasts, each dragon was faced with the siege of countless enemies.

Those star followers who responded to the call of the gods had no idea what fear and death were. They charged forward with dragon flames and pyroxene magic, leaving behind thousands of corpses, and then crawled all over the bodies of the dragons like locusts, breaking their claws and fangs again and again on the surface of the solid dragon scales, and even did not hesitate to trigger magic power to self-destruct. The next companion would take over the mission until they completely tore open the scales and devoured every piece of the dragon's flesh and blood.

More and more flying dragons fell to the earth with wailing sounds. The Scorching Sun Legion troops on the ground kept pouring magic, prayers and crossbow arrows into the sky. The bombardment with shining powerful energy waves pierced through the sky again and again. However, these attacks were like torches shot into the ocean. The gaps blasted out in the beast tide would immediately be filled by more star beasts, and then condensed into a thicker black cloud that covered the main battlefield.

After fighting to the death with twelve Fallen God-level giant star beasts, the power of the two demigods was on the verge of exhaustion.

Lacard squeezed out the last bit of his divine power and released the golden tree to restore Moret, who was covered in wounds. Then he touched his left arm dangling beside him with his slightly trembling right palm. A few faint golden lights flickered between his fingers, but the next second they were extinguished like a match in the wind.

At this moment, a weak beam of light came from the side and rear, shining on the surface of his injured arm, barely stopping the worsening of the injury.

"Does it still hurt?"

Lani lowered her eyes, not wanting to see her brother's miserable state, and said in a weak voice, "I'm sorry, my golden magic skills have never been very good, and now my power is exhausted again."

"It's just a minor injury, it doesn't hurt at all!"

Lacard's face was pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he smiled a few times as if nothing had happened, and even wanted to move his arm to show his sister. However, as soon as he exerted force, his injury was affected, and he stopped with a grimace in pain.

"I'm sorry, if I noticed that star beast just now..."

"Lani..." Lakkad interrupted her with a frown, "Why are you apologizing all the time today? This is not your character. As a brother, helping your sister block an attack is nothing, especially on the battlefield?"

Lani opened her lips and wanted to say something, but in the end she could only remain silent and hum softly.

"Compared to this, the real problem is time," Lacard stared at the sun that had just climbed up to the middle of the sky and gritted his teeth and said, "Michaela wants us to buy half a day. Even if his method is really useful, we can't hold on here."

"Except for the Ancient Dragon Dynasty a thousand years ago, there is no precedent for such a large-scale air battle in the entire border area. Even if we fight to the death and delay for another hour, allowing these beasts to rush into the main battlefield, the main ground force will still collapse quickly. By then, Gaileed will be the graveyard of these 300,000 troops."

As he spoke, he looked in the direction of the golden tree angrily and said angrily, "But what I don't understand is that at this critical moment, they are still waiting and watching - even if our messenger hasn't arrived yet, Esti has already lifted the roof of the border and shit inside, but our god still has no reaction? The Beast Temple is less than 3,000 kilometers away from here. Even if they don't show up in person, they should authorize someone to take action, right?"

"I'm afraid they are just obedient spectators," Lani said coldly, "Malicus is just a sword, a sword sharp enough to kill any opponent, but its hilt has never been truly held in the hands of a mortal."

Lacard was stunned for a moment, and said in disbelief: "You mean..."

"Perhaps the original plan was just to wipe out the elite descendants of the ancient dragons who were loyal to Lucia, but since the situation has developed to this point by chance, it would be the most cost-effective method for some beings to trim the overgrown weeds in the pasture and take the opportunity to give us unruly guys a warning, right?"

"In his eyes, what is the real difference between ancient dragons, Kalia and gold?" "So..." Lakkad stammered for a while and said softly, "We will not lose."

"We are destined to win," said Lani, "but the method and price of winning are all within His calculations. Even the result of 'winning' is a definition given to us by Him."

"Fuck you!"

Lacard spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and a fierce look gradually appeared between his eyebrows. "I have read through three thousand years of history, and I have never believed in the nonsense of strategizing and winning thousands of miles away. Everything has been calculated by these chess players outside the field. What are we chess pieces? What are those soldiers who gambled everything and sacrificed on the battlefield?"

"Since you are unwilling to fight in person and are afraid of looking undignified with blood splattered on your body, you should be prepared to have the chessboard overturned by us ants who are struggling in the blood and mud - you want me to lose on my knees, but I will win standing up!"

In the battlefield of blood and fire, more than half of the flying dragon troops had been killed or wounded. Lakkad stared at the meteors that kept falling from the sky. His sharp eyes, like a blade, seemed to pierce through the black clouds woven by the star beasts, pierce through the pale and cold sky, and look directly at the god who dominated everything hidden behind the layers of illusions.

Wisps of boiling blood were floating from his body. Moret sensed the change in his own prince and suddenly raised his head and said, "Your Highness, don't do that!"

"Burning your source power like this will fundamentally kill your future. If your path to becoming a demigod is interrupted, saving our lives will be meaningless!"

On the other side, Adula was horrified to find that Lani on his back began to emit an increasingly cold and deep aura. Compared with the always loyal and silent Moret, this young superior flying dragon was immediately frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Your Highness, please stop now, Your Highness - I can just go up and fight them. If you get hurt, Your Highness Lucia won't let me go!"

"There is no choice, Adura." Lani touched her scales with a smile, and looked back in the direction of Lucia. The surge of energy that seemed to tear everything apart was still continuing. Even though it was beyond the limit of her vision, she knew that he was fighting desperately.

"He can't lose, so I can't lose either."

More than a dozen meteorites with a diameter of more than 50 meters fell to the ground. The giant star beasts at the level of Fallen Gods set off a new round of beast tide, carrying tens of thousands of their own kind into the sky, turning into a suffocating dark cloud that covered them.

Their wings blocked out the light from the sky and their roars were deafening.

Suddenly, a louder and more violent dragon roar came from the distant mountains, followed by the second and third roars.
That bloodthirsty and furious howl seemed to penetrate the dust of thousands of years, from the glorious and prosperous Star-Moon Era to the chaotic Revival Era, from the bloody forbidden war of all living beings to the generous and tragic battle of Nagarjuna, from ancient times to the present day!

The "Steel Spear Dragon" Gustav spread his strong wings like steel and flew in the front, followed by three thousand ancient flying dragons with broken wings and torn scales behind him.

They looked like the defeated soldiers of the past, but the murderous aura they exuded was more dazzling than the blade under the scorching sun!
"For Fam Azra, for my king—" Gustav roared, "Charge with me!"

Three thousand flying dragons roared in unison, shaking the world. Perhaps they had aged and withered over the long years, so that when Lucia ascended to the Dragon Tomb, they could not recognize their own prince.

But as long as they live, they will never forget Fam Azra, and will never forget the king they died for.

(End of this chapter)