Beyond the Bloodline-Chapter 144: The Final Showdown
Dragon Hold
Eawin Continent
Planet Zotov 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
February 8th
Year 2018
As the first rays of dawn painted the skies, the atmosphere on Planet Zotov was electric with tension.
The Liberation Front had been locked in a battle against the invading Dragon Army for centuries, a conflict that had ravaged their world.
Now, the time had come for the decisive confrontation, set on the continent of Eawin, once home to the treacherous dragons who had betrayed their home planet.
The airspace over Eawin was darkened by the imposing silhouettes of the Liberation Front’s airships. These vessels, bristling with anti-dragon weaponry, cut through the sky and cast large shadows on the land below.
The metallic gleam of their ships contrasted starkly against the backdrop of the continent’s mountains.
As they approached, the horizon was filled with the sight of the Dragon Army’s airships and flying dragons, hovering like a storm waiting to unleash its fury.
Meanwhile, at the continent’s harbours, the sea churned as the warrior-filled sea ships of the Liberation Front docked. The shores were lined with millions of dragons, dragonkin, wyverns, and their allies, elves and mermaids, and the ground beneath their feet trembled as their roars, hisses and chants filled the air,
Their ranks stretched as far as the eye could see, a formidable force ready to defend their stronghold and maintain their control over planet Zotov.
From the heart of the Liberation Front’s Airship Armada, the Commander in Chief of the Liberation Front, Dornik, began issuing orders to the First-Class Commanders.
"First Classes, to the front! We need to be ready to clear a path for our ground troops.
Second Classes, to your positions! Prepare your Anti-Dragon Weaponry.
Artillery units, aim for the enemy airships! Ground forces, prepare for the charge!"
As Dornik barked out commands, the skies parted open and streaks of light pierced into the atmosphere, marking the arrival of the planet’s indigenous race king, the ’Iron Sorcerer’ Terion.
He was accompanied by his subordinate Race Lords, and each one of their Avatars radiated Superior Transcendent-level power.
From his vantage point on Dragon Hold, Dragon King Ikerth watched the unfolding scene with an indifferent look in his eyes. His gaze briefly swept the battlefield, searching for two figures—Jamie and Miranda.
Not finding them, he turned away and returned inside his Palace, leaving the command to his General, Tasir.
This dismissive gesture stoked the fires of indignation among the people of Zotov, as the Dragon King simply didn’t put them in his eyes. To Ikerth, they were inconsequential, no matter their numbers or anti-dragon weaponry.
The real threats here were the two Hybrids and he wasn’t going to waste an iota of power on anything that wasn’t them.
Tasir transformed into his true dragon form and roared out loud, a deafening sound that was echoed by the millions-strong Dragon Army.
With their battle cry reverberating halfway across the continent, they charged forward, a tidal wave of scales, flames and fury.
In response, Dornik emerged from his Airship and raised his hand, wielding the banner of the Liberation Front as he shouted out.
[FOR ZOTOV!!!]
His cry was taken up by millions of voices as the Liberation Front’s forces surged forward to meet their adversaries.
The clash was immediate and brutal. Magic spells and skills were unleashed with abandon, lighting up the battlefield with their destructive brilliance.
Attacks brimming with universal law energy erupted from the fingertips of the Transcendents, pulverizing scores of Dragon Kin. Wind blades sliced through the air, cutting down Wyverns in droves.
Nuclear-level explosions erupted one after another, obliterating mountains and reshaping the landscape. Their remnants created dust clouds that darkened the skies.
Amidst the chaos, dragons fell from the sky, their roars silenced forever. But the cost was the Zotovian soldiers who although fought valiantly, still fell in droves, their blood staining the earth.
The air was thick with the scent of smoke and the sounds of battle - shouts of warriors, roars of dragons, and the thunderous booms of explosions.
On the seas, the mermaids launched their assault on the Zotovian ships. Spells of water and ice clashed with fire and lightning as both sides fought fiercely in their own way.
Ships were torn apart, their remnants sinking into the depths never to be seen again, while thousands of mermaids were cut down mercilessly by enemy blades.
The ships fired volleys, their cannonballs ripping through the waters, shattering mermaid scales and tearing flesh to stop them from summoning tidal waves to engulf them and consign them a watery grave.
As the battle raged on, the casualties mounted. Dragons fell from the skies, crashing into the earth with earth-shattering thuds. Zotovian soldiers met their ends at the claws and magic of the Dragon Army.
Every minute, lives were lost - dragons, elves, mermaids, and Zotovian humans, their corpses littering the ground.
An hour passed and the Superior Stage Transcendents began making their moves.
Dornik and Terion faced off against Tasir and a few of the Dragon King’s elite Lieutenants. Magic and destruction energy clashed, creating shockwaves that sent combatants flying.
Tasir, in his Dragon form, roared, the sound waves knocking back the Transcendents. The Dragon showed exactly why he was the ’General’ as it took both Terion and Dornik to match him evenly.
Terrion used his Iron Sorcery skill to swirl metal shards around him like a protective aura. Thrusting his palms forward, he sent a barrage of metallic shards towards Tasir but the dragon, his claws coated in Ruindeum countered with slashes that disintegrated the metal shards on contact and released sparks of power into the air.
Dornik summoned pillars of earth from the ground, trying to catch Tasir off-guard. Flames erupted from the Dragon General’s body; their temperatures so high that the earthen pillars melted in mere seconds.
The three Transcendents let out battle cries as they charged and clashed with one another, continuing their earth-shaping battle.
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Ikerth watched Tasir clash with Dornik and Terion from his palace, his expression unreadable as he switched the scene that he was viewing to that of the Sea battle.
Just like on land, the battle here raged on wildly, with each side refusing to relent.
Right before he switched targets to the skies, he sensed a presence enter his inner perception range and raised his gaze from the floating screen.
His eyes settled upon the figure of a silver-haired man dressed in a pair of black trousers and sneakers underneath a similarly coloured dress shirt.
Beside this new entrant, was a purple-silver-haired woman dressed similarly to him, walking into the throne hall while tying her hair up in a ponytail.
She had zero expressions on her face, but the man she came in with looked at Ikerth with a small mirthful smile.
That expression was something Ikerth detested from the bottom of his heart.
