Chapter 246
Chapter 246 The Battle of the Dragons
Dragons were apex predators at the top of the food chain for all native beings of material planes.
If any witcher-knight had doubted this truth in the past, today was the day bloody reality would correct them!
It was easy to imagine the depth of despair in the humans’ hearts! Their barrage of arrows did nothing as rows of five dragons groups dove from the skies and whizzed through the air, leaving paths of deaths in the wake of their terrifying dragon’s breath.
Skandre City had no city walls, having experienced a thousand years of peace and prosperity with their long allied history with Dragon Valley. Moreover, there were no defense facilities within the city that could threaten the dragons. Weapons such as catapults and ballistae were completely absent from the army’s arsenal of weapons. Thus the well-equipped palace guards could only run about in the face of the decimating dragon’s breath before dying painfully in the midst of the green smoke.
The only things that were able to damage the dragons were the violent sword techniques of the high-grade knights.
Sadly, after numerous spellbreaker knights had managed to hurt the first few waves of dragons, when they were at the lowest point of their dives, the following dragon attacks were quickly adjusted to put the knights at the center of the damage.
The magic resistance of the spellbreaker knights was still insufficient to help them endure the dragons’ bombardment.
The two radiant knights guarding the hall were shocked for a second. They had already drawn their runic longswords in preparation for a confrontation. However, they both let out a sigh of relief when they saw the person’s costume.
As they moved forward to help their companion up, the injured knight started screaming in a hoarse voice, “Quick… reinforce them… “
Before the knight could finish his sentence, he had already fallen to the ground. His head rested limply against the floor. It was clear he was unconscious.
“The situation in front must be extremely urgent. Otherwise they wouldn’t have sent someone back to ask for help. I’ll go take a look. You stay here and guard the king!” The more experienced radiant knight quickly made a decision. After barking out some simple orders, he rose and rushed towards the front of the hall, where the fighting was at its most intense. Several spellbreaker knights followed behind him.
Even though the radiant knight that stayed behind was extremely anxious, he could only suppress his worries and do his job. Then his attention was drawn towards his companion that had fallen to the ground.
As high-grade knights, their Spirits might not be as sharp or powerful as spellcasters, but they were still far superior when compared to ordinary people. He was able to recognize the aura of any of his companions after slight contact. Yet his senses were acting up today. Even though he could very clearly sense an aura of familiarity about his ‘injured’ companion, he couldn’t place a name or face to the person.
Did the dragons cast some odd spell on him?
He lifted his companion’s body in his confusion, and turned him face up. Just as he was about to take off that distorted and damaged helmet, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen. It felt like a burning rod had stabbed all they through.
He looked down in surprise, only to find his ‘companion’s’ hand in his stomach. The hand was muscular and glowing red like fire. Moreover, it seemed like his ‘companion’ was still thrusting his hand even further inside.
The next moment, a terrifying blaze of fire had ignited in the room.
A menacing Flame Fiend had come to life, right in his embrace!