Translator: AnubisTL
Before losing consciousness, the Flower Knight had pleaded with Garos to call off the war. Yet Garos's heart remained unmoved; he issued no such order.
The red-iron dragon tossed the human knight onto the ground before him and toyed with the unconscious figure like a plaything.
Confirming that the knight was indeed deeply unconscious and unresponsive, Garos slowly lifted his massive claw and gently stepped on the human's frail body.
Just in case.
If the corpse showed the slightest sign of life, Garos's claw would instantly crush it to dust.
Then,
Garos lowered his colossal head, his eyes reflecting the battlefield below, drenched in blood and fire.
Human warriors and dragon pack familiars continued to clash fiercely, their roars, the clang of steel, and the crackle of spells tearing the night to shreds.
Perhaps due to the Albert Family's long-standing brainwashing and rigid military discipline,
The Earl's elite private army, though utterly outmatched and suffering heavy casualties, their lines crumbling, showed no signs of collapse.
The human warriors, clad in tattered armor, fought like cornered beasts, their desperate, hysterical cries echoing through the battlefield as they charged blindly to their deaths, shouting for the sake of their family's hollow honor.
Garos understood this perfectly.
Under the circumstances, if he ordered a ceasefire, his familiars, bound by absolute reverence and loyalty, would immediately cease fighting.
But what about the enemy?
Garos was almost certain that these warriors, brainwashed by family honor, would not only refuse to stop, but would likely seize this momentary respite to launch an even more ferocious counterattack.
Garos could accept the deaths of his familiars in the brutal crucible of blood and fire.
After all, the battlefield itself was the harshest furnace. Any warrior who survived this hell would be tempered into something stronger and more resilient.
A calm, waveless sea could never nurture truly skilled and fearless sailors.
A greenhouse could never cultivate flowers tough enough to withstand storms and downpours.
The elite forces of the Ironforged Tribe had been forged and grown through countless life-or-death struggles at the edge of oblivion.
But even if ten Flower Knights knelt before him, begging for mercy, he would never make the foolish decision to spare the enemy's insignificant lives at the cost of increasing the casualties among his loyal familiars.
True mercy should never come at the expense of betraying one's own people.
As time passed, under the silent gaze of the red-iron dragon, the clamor and roars on the battlefield finally began to fade into an end.
Boom!
A dull, massive impact suddenly rang out.
Seizing the moment when the Vicious Wolf General had just barely blocked Iron Dragon Solgorn's crushing dragon claw strike, Red Dragon Samantha, like a predator who had been waiting for her chance, launched a deadly ambush from behind.
She transformed her massive, hardened, and incredibly heavy body into a weapon, slamming it against the rune-armored back of the Vicious Wolf General.
Outnumbered, the powerful rune knight was completely overwhelmed. He had no time to turn, no time to raise his greatshield, which was etched with defensive runes, to block the attack.
The irresistible force instantly shattered his balance, smashing his robust body to the ground.
He struggled frantically, and just as he managed to roll over, his vision was engulfed in shadow.
Three colossal shadows descended simultaneously from the sky.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three thunderous impacts, like the heart of the earth being hammered, exploded in succession.
The hard ground trembled violently, and thick dust billowed upward like an explosion, instantly engulfing the area.
Within the dust, the grating sounds of twisting metal and wailing runes could faintly be heard.
When a gust of wind, swirling with gunpowder smoke, swept through and dispersed the dust,
Iron Dragon Solgorn's massive claw, like an iron vise, firmly gripped a figure gasping for breath, flickering like a candle in the wind.
The Vicious Wolf General's once-proud rune armor lay shattered and broken. His rune greatsword and sturdy greatshield had been sent flying, their whereabouts unknown. One by one, the glowing runes on his body collapsed and dissipated like extinguished candles.
His colossal form, inflated by the secret art, now rapidly shrank, reverting to the frail physique of a normal human.
The battle on the other side had also reached its conclusion.
The Ice Deer Lord's summoned Cold Blade Storm, like countless swirling ice razors, shredded the guardian mage's barrier.
Before the mage could cast another protective spell, a white blur tore across the battlefield.
The White Tiger Lord, with a piercing shriek that split the air, leaped forward. His icy claws, gleaming with cold light, precisely pinned the trembling guardian mage to the ground.
At the same moment, the gun-and-cannon-specializing alchemist met her defeat.
The Giant Serpent Lord's massive, scale-covered body, impervious to the alchemist's barrage of bullets that only left faint white marks on its scales, advanced like an unstoppable mudslide.
A colossal, icy tail whipped out, as swift and flexible as a steel cable, instantly coiling around the alchemist and crushing her.
The human mid-level commanders—such as the Heavy Armored Warrior Commander and the Cavalry Captain—found themselves utterly helpless, trapped in a desperate situation.
They were surrounded layer upon layer by raging ogres, swift centaur warriors, and bloodthirsty giant wolves, their every swing of the blade proving futile.
Within mere seconds, the outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt.
The guardian mage lay motionless beneath the white tiger's claws, the alchemist turned pale as the giant serpent coiled around her, and the Vicious Wolf General hung barely alive in Solgorn's grasp. Not a single high-ranking leader of the Albert Family's elite private army escaped capture.
At that moment, witnessing the complete defeat and capture of all their chiefs, the last shred of morale among the remaining human warriors finally crumbled into dust.
On the battlefield's edge, Garos captured this decisive instant.
He suddenly raised his head, adorned with formidable dragon horns, his chest swelling as he unleashed a majestic dragon's roar that pierced the heavens, proclaiming victory and the end of the battle.
The sonic wave, imbued with the will of the dragon lord, swept across the chaotic battlefield like an invisible ripple.
The blood kin immediately understood the clear command.
Iron Dragon Solgorn seized a captive and ascended into the sky, his voice, heavy and cold as clashing steel, boomed across the battlefield, drowning out all groans and wails.
"Those who kneel shall live! Those who stand shall die!"
These words struck each surviving human warrior's heart like a hammer blow.
(End of the Chapter)
---------------------------
📖 You are reading [341] Chapters behind with [82] Free Chapters available on site.
🔥 Read up to Chapter [689] now, only on ᴄɪɴᴅᴇʀᴛʟ.ᴄᴏᴍ.
📚 Read upto [14,000+] Chapters on Site with [10,900+] Free Chapters!
---------------------------