"The enemy has halted their movements!"
Fifty-one seconds. Seventeen Undead Bone Dragons, completely annihilated.
This news struck the bridge of the White Bone Throne like a heavy hammer, utterly shattering the Skeleton Duke's composure.
One hundred and fifty years. He had spent a century and a half collecting, refining, and nurturing this Bone Dragon squadron. Every single one was crafted from peerless, extinct skeletal remains excavated from ancient ruins, nurtured day and night with his dual Power of Laws. Each beast possessed half the combat power of a Dawn Star Level entity.
Now, they were all gone.
Brutally smashed into cosmic dust by that metallic creation—which stood barely two meters tall—as easily as crushing a bug.
