The Mighty Dragons Are Dead

"Roar!"

The Grey Iron Dragon let out a solemn roar, flapping its wings to accelerate upward into the sky.

Perched on its back, Duke Grey Iron Piero Grey Iron was instantly puzzled, "Ash King, what's wrong?"

"Roar!"

The Grey Iron Dragon couldn't speak or connect telepathically with Piero, relying solely on its body language and varying tones of dragon chants to communicate tentatively. Fortunately, although Piero was not a Dragon Knight, he had grown up with the Grey Iron Dragon and could somewhat understand its intentions.

"Are you saying we've run into danger... is it that Formless Dragon from before?" Piero quickly guessed the truth.

"Roar!" the Grey Iron Dragon confirmed.

Piero's face instantly darkened, "Formless Dragon Knight, Liszt Flame, has been tracking us all along, seeing me flying alone, he wants to assassinate me?"

"Roar!"

"Ash King, can you contend with the Formless Dragon Knight?"

"Roar!" The Grey Iron Dragon let out a domineering response and then opened several scales on its back, signaling Piero to hide underneath them.

It was about to face the battle alone!

The sun-blocking wings continued to flap, passing through layers of clouds, climbing higher into the sky—it was wary of the seawater stirred up by the Archmage, which could trap it. Being a highly intelligent creature, the dragon naturally understood that the sky was its battlefield, the higher it went, the better the chance of winning the battle.

When it climbed to twenty thousand meters, the air had become extremely thin.

Although the Grey Iron Dragon didn't feel discomfort, it didn't continue to climb any further; even with the dragon's prowess, it was difficult to ascend any higher.

Slowly hovering in the high altitude, it closely sensed the increasingly near and clear aura of magic from the Formless Dragon.

Its body appeared strong and powerful, its steel-gray scales reflecting the sunlight with a natural metallic chill. Its tail was relatively slender compared to its body, constantly swinging behind it. The tip of the tail had a few protrusions, resembling a bending Dragon Lance, always ready to strike.

However, what made the Grey Iron Dragon uneasy was that it clearly felt the magic aura of the Formless Dragon but couldn't pinpoint its location.

Left and right, front and back, up and down, it felt as if it wasn't facing a single dragon but countless dragons hidden around it.

Of course.

The Grey Iron Dragon knew that the opponent was not just the Formless Dragon Knight; there was also a Fire Dragon that could appear at any time and a very strong Archmage—that was why it climbed to twenty thousand meters, to evade the Archmage's attacks.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Time ticked away, and the Formless Dragon had still not appeared; the Grey Iron Dragon had grown restless and irritable.

Even Duke Pierrot hiding under its scales was suffering immensely; the thin air made it hard for him to breathe. If this continued, he might become the first ruler to be suffocated to death.

But the Formless Dragon just wouldn't show up.

It kept changing positions, taunting the Grey Iron Dragon's will.

Occasionally, it would disappear for a moment, and just as the Grey Iron Dragon thought to retreat, the magic aura would slowly approach again, the Formless Dragon taunting it once more.

The entire process repeated over and over, lasting for two hours.

It made Pierrot turn blue all over, unable to help but beg the Grey Iron Dragon, "Ash King, I'm about to suffocate. Let's quickly retreat to the coastline!"

"Roar!"

The Grey Iron Dragon was reluctant and ignored Piero. Another hour passed, and with Pierrot having fainted from the lack of oxygen, the Grey Iron Dragon was still orchestrating its stance in the high sky. Although Pierrot no longer nagged, its own mental and physical endurance had reached its limits.

Its state abruptly collapsed.

"Roar!"

With an irate dragon chant, the Grey Iron Dragon flapped its wings, not looking back as it headed towards the coastline.

But just as it couldn't help but turn to flee, the Formless Dragon that had been toying with it in the shadows finally revealed itself. Liszt, who had been ready to strike, grasped the Wrath of Thunder and infused all his wild magic power and Dou Qi into the tip of the Dragon Lance, unleashing the move "Snow Mountain" with ferocious speed.

The reaction of Grey Iron Dragon was not slow, but having already suffered a breakdown once, its tail swung a beat too late.

Brushing past the body of the Formless Dragon, a sharp pain then erupted above the thigh on its side where the ferocious attack of Wrath of Thunder struck solidly. Penetrating the incredibly hard steel-like scales, the scorching Dou Qi and cutting magic power exploded violently, shredding several crucial muscles at the root of the thigh.

Not waiting for the Grey Iron Dragon to turn and counterattack, Liszt withdrew the Wrath of Thunder, allowing Ach to casually throw out an ice shield to block, while steering the Formless Dragon Bard back into the material boundary.

The Grey Iron Dragon turned around to bite.

And exhaled a metallic stream of Dragon Breath, turning into countless blades that shattered the ice shield, yet unable to harm the Formless Dragon in the slightest. The Grey Iron Dragon circulated its magic power, solidifying the wound at the root of its thigh and erecting its scales, arming itself like a steel porcupine.

Iron Dragons cannot use the copper-plating state like Purple Copper Dragons.

It could only erect its scales, forming a hedgehog formation to protect itself.

But this was doomed to be a futile attempt; the scales impeded air flow, significantly slowing its flight speed. Thus, the Formless Dragon intermittently dashed out, struck with a lance, and slipped back into the material boundary. Each strike would inevitably erupt a burst of Dragon Blood on the Grey Iron Dragon.

"Roar roar roar!"

The Grey Iron Dragon, immensely irritated, grew increasingly fearful as its condition weakened further, causing the urge to flee to dominate its mind increasingly.

Sometimes, enduring a powerful strike from Liszt, it would desperately push forward in flight. It seemed that flying a bit further could bring it to land and then safety.

However, Liszt, following closely behind, laughed proudly, "Lost your cool, haven't you? At this point, in this state, if you turned to counterattack, you might still inflict heavy damage on me. Beyond that, you have no chance of escape!" When it came to speed, the Grey Iron Dragon simply couldn't match the Formless Dragon!

The Dragon Lance danced, Dou Qi raging.

All of Liszt's thoughts about the "Formless Dragon Knight-Dragon Dou Qi Manual" were displayed and confirmed during the chase—Phantom-Wipe, Shadow-Flick, Snow Mountain-Avalanche, Sonic Boom-Stab, Poison Dragon-Drill, along with some newly formed ideas not yet refined were all utilized.

"Woo-ee-yah!"

Bard was equally thrilled; its slender body relentlessly pummeling the bulkier Grey Iron Dragon excited it beyond measure. It didn't even need to spray its Dragon Breath Shattering Space; it simply used its claws to leave marks on the Grey Iron Dragon. Dragon Breath, related to the origin of Dragon's superior magic, could harm the body if used excessively.

Thus,

Liszt's Dragon Lance and combat skills, Bard's Dragon claws and biting, and Ach's ice shield and high-pressure water blade continually inflicted damage on the Grey Iron Dragon, the whole process easier than the hurried slaying of Purple Copper Dragon Knight Loyle—because the entire environment for output was very quiet.

No Dragon Knight could come to support the Grey Iron Dragon within a short time.

A pursuit and a flight,

Blood spraying all the way.

Rapidly covering dozens of kilometers, the Grey Iron Dragon finally sighted the coastline of Eagle Kingdom, gathering all its strength, enduring its agonizing injuries, determined to make it back to land at once.

"Roar roar roar!"

Once it landed, there was still a hope of turning the tables.

But reality would not accommodate its wishes, as Liszt reappeared, his Dragon Lance striking deeply into its body. Bard also spat out a reluctant burst of Dragon Breath Shattering Space, continuously slicing its scales. Ach's Vectorial Cut and High-Pressure Water Blade were released simultaneously, breaking open its damaged scales again.

Then,

What truly drove the Grey Iron Dragon to despair was the sight of flames blossoming ahead, forming a Fire Dragon with wings nearly thirty meters wide, covered in black-red scales. Under the fierce Dragon horns and twisted facial scales were a pair of crimson eyes filled with boundless malevolence.

As if staring at death itself!

Without any unnecessary movement, the Fire Dragon collided fiercely with the Grey Iron Dragon!

For a moment, both dragons emitted sounds of breaking bones, both losing balance and plunging towards the ocean. Only Fire Dragon Leo had enough time to regain balance, while the Grey Iron Dragon faced a tempestuous assault from Liszt, Bard, and Ach.

Strike them when they are down!

This was Liszt's life motto; usually reserved, but during battle, he turned into a bold African warrior, unconcerned with life and death, ready to face any challenge.

Moreover, how could he not seize the opportunity to finish off a weakened foe?

"Grey Iron Dragon, mine!"