Global Game: Developing a Knight Clan-Chapter 209 - 172: The Saint Tier Peak Cyan Dragon, Divine Descent of the Giant Demon Deities
The Central Province of the Karte World!
At this moment, before a rolling mountain range.
At the foot of the mountains, more than twenty kilometers away, a dense army of Demon Beasts was arranged in a single line, facing off against the range.
The number of Demon Beasts here already numbered over 1.8 million.
Among them were cannon-fodder insect-type Demon Beasts.
The number of spawned creatures like venomous ants and poisonous mosquitoes was simply incalculable.
Underground, dense swarms of ants and some abnormally-bred Tierless Demon Beasts were constantly trying to hollow out the mountain.
In the sky, dense swarms of mosquitoes, like one black cloud after another, constantly gathered and flew about.
And behind this cannon fodder,
a large number of Flying Demon Beasts were arrayed.
The same was true for the ground forces.
In short, there were vast numbers of small, easily-spawned, cannon-fodder Demon Beasts like the insects.
Their total number might have already exceeded a hundred billion.
The amount of Magic Crystals consumed was also terrifying.
Fortunately, they currently had the entire several-thousand-year-old stockpile of the Demon God Hall; otherwise, staging a battle of this scale would have been truly difficult.
In addition, after dozens of days of continuous reinforcements from the Demon Beast Mountain Range,
on the various battlefields, the current number of normal Body Type Tierless Demon Beasts had already exceeded ten million.
High Tier Magical Beasts, Middle Tier Magical Beasts, and even Low Tier Magical Beasts had all been mobilized as well.
In such an all-out war,
the Giant Demons were initially at a disadvantage for over ten days due to the Demon God Hall’s follow-up support.
That is, after more than twenty cities fell in succession across various regions and over five million square kilometers of territory were occupied,
the Giant Demons’ large-scale reinforcements finally began to arrive continuously at the front lines,
eventually forming a stalemate with the Demon Beast army on all fronts.
Just like now, in the central region, a large number of High Tier Giant Demons had appeared, creating a defensive line that stretched for over a thousand kilometers.
The defensive line was formed from the mountain itself, which was over five hundred meters high.
Although not particularly high, having the high ground still offered many advantages on the battlefield.
Not to mention, the Giant Demons were continuously setting up Magic Crystal Cannons all over the mountain range.
Of course, in the air, almost all of the Giant Demons’ Airship forces had also gathered.
Whether it was the current central front, or the northern or southern ones,
the Giant Demons’ Airship forces had requisitioned every last available unit in the entire world.
If not for the ongoing war in the New World,
the Giant Demons could have absolutely engaged the Demon Beast army in a head-on battle.
Unfortunately, the Karte World was currently just a colonial logistics world for the Giant Demons.
The number of combat personnel in this world was far less than on the front lines.
Not to mention, the Giant Demons had also received orders that they might have to withdraw at any moment.
In short, the morale of the Giant Demons couldn’t be any lower.
From the Empire’s side, forget about the Emperor Star sending them support.
They had only hastily dispatched just over fifty Saint Tier experts.
And this, according to the explanation from the Empire Army Department, was already the Empire’s limit.
There was no other reason.
It was simply because the Giant Demons’ Tobien Empire was currently bogged down in the mire of the Mortal War in the New World.
The Empire Army Department had sent over seventy percent of its Saint Tier beings to the battlefields of the New World.
The other thirty percent were the Empire’s last guarantee of new blood; in short, the Empire would never easily use these Saint Tier beings as cannon fodder in a mortal war.
Otherwise, the Empire’s subsequent supply of Demigods and Deities would very likely be severed.
After all, under normal promotion methods, the mortality rate for Saint Tier and Demigod Tiers was far higher than that of Transcendents below High Tier.
This final thirty percent of Saint Tier power was considered the last of the Tobien Empire’s reserves.
How could they possibly be wasted on a battlefield that the Empire Army Department had deemed ’doomed to fail’?
As for the hundred-odd Demigods in the Star Realm, they were currently just looking down on the mortal battlefield with no intention of intervening.
However, even if the Giant Demon Empire was to withdraw from this world at this stage,
they would still inevitably have a major battle with the Otherworld civilization to which Lince belonged.
After all, Lince had only dispatched a little over twenty Saint Tier beings under his command.
But just these twenty-odd Saint Tier beings were making the Giant Demons extremely uncomfortable.
For no other reason.
Only because these Demon-like Saint Tier beings all seemed to be Pseudo-Saints.
But these guys were by no means weak.
In fact, they were all high-rank species!
For beings of a high-rank species to actually choose the path of a Pseudo-Saint Tier...
This left the Giant Demons speechless.
A high-rank species meant a higher success rate for advancing to Saint Tier and Demigod.
’But even so, these high-rank species from the opposing world still chose the path of a Pseudo-Saint?’
’Afraid of death? That doesn’t seem right either.’
’Don’t tell me the opposing world has so many high-rank species that they can afford to casually take the Pseudo-Saint path?’
As for the beings on the battlefield who had followed the normal Saint Tier promotion route,
the Giant Demon Empire had only discovered two so far.
One was, naturally, the Rock Steel Giant, Amos.
The other was a Saint Tier Wind Element Dragon Species. After advancing to Tier Nine, Lince had endowed it with the Pure Bloodline of a Hurricane Cyan Dragon.
This Sub-dragon came from a line of Sea Beasts.
It was a Wind Element Dragon Species from a sea island.
Like the Snake Dragon, it was one of the Saint Tier Dragon Species that had chosen to submit to Lince at the first opportunity.
Its name was Sismerton, a Pseudo-Saint Tier transformed into a Saint Tier Pure-blooded Giant Dragon.
The aura of this transformation process was even stronger than that of Amos.
In fact, the moment he transformed into a Pure-blooded Giant Dragon, this Saint Tier Dragon Species had already stepped into the realm of Saint Tier Peak.
After all, according to the Lifespan of the Dragon Race, this fellow had long since reached adulthood.
He was even older than Amos and had already entered the prime of a Giant Dragon’s life.
So it was only natural that he could instantly enter the state of Saint Tier Peak.
And it was precisely because of the existence of this Cyan Dragon
that the dozen or so Saint Tier Giant Demons on the central battlefield had gained no advantage whatsoever.
In fact, this fellow had previously hidden his presence and killed two Saint Tier Giant Demons the moment he joined the battle.
This scene had thoroughly enraged the Giant Demons.
If not for the Saint Tier Giant Demons ganging up on the Cyan Dragon Sismerton, this battle would have been over long ago.
At this moment, at the very forefront of the battlefield, the terrifying Cyan Dragon stood tall. Its body was over 1,500 meters high, its terrifying frame nearly 2,600 meters long.
Like a towering peak, it stared contemptuously at the Giant Demon side.
On the Giant Demon side, a dozen or so Saint Tier Giant Demons were currently hovering in the sky, facing the Giant Dragon from a distance.
"And here I thought these Alien Races were so powerful."
"Turns out they’re nothing special. No wonder Your Maj... Your Highness is determined to take this world,"
the Cyan Dragon Sismerton said to the two Saint Tier Sub-dragons by his side via voice transmission.
"Cut it out. You hit the jackpot and now you’re gloating."
"His Highness granted you a true Dragon Race identity! And your Bloodline is even close to the Strong Dragon Level."
"If His Highness granted me such an identity and Power, I could talk big too."
The Whale Dragon’s expression was very complicated.
But amidst the complexity, the envy and jealousy were self-evident.
Even though the Whale Dragon was a Sub-dragon Species, its Body Type was also very large, even comparable to Sismerton’s current size.
But their strengths were worlds apart. Its Bloodline was inferior, and its current power was nowhere close.
After all, one was a Pseudo-Saint Tier, while the other was a true Saint Tier Peak Giant Dragon.
"Hmph. You can’t blame His Highness or anyone else for that."
"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for your wavering identification with the Dragon Race, for not choosing to submit to His Highness at the first opportunity."
"As for me, Sismerton, a staunch defender of the Dragon Race Code, it’s only natural that I would gain His Highness’s favor."
"You don’t seem to realize, His Highness doesn’t care about our previous strength. The only thing He values is our identification with the Dragon Race."
"That old turtle was only Tier Nine before, and didn’t His Highness grant him a Dragon Race identity as well?"
The Cyan Dragon Sismerton glanced at the hovering Whale Dragon beside him, his tone filled with pride.
"There’s no point in saying all this now."
"We still have a chance. We need to perform meritorious deeds. Only by performing meritorious deeds will His Highness reward us generously."
"This time, we old folks are putting our lives on the line! As for why, I don’t think I need to say much."
"For the grand plan of the Dragon Race, and for His Highness, we must take this world!"
"Sismerton, we’ve been old friends for many years. You have to give us a good hand this time!"
On the other side, on the ground, a Sub-dragon with some walrus-like features was half-risen.
Its Body Type was also quite large, nearly 800 meters.
"Of course I’ll help."
"However, you know your own situations. I can only hold back a little. After all, this is a battlefield; there’s no room for error."
"So, I can’t guarantee whether you can kill any of the Saint Tier beings on the other side, or how many you can kill."
Sismerton didn’t refuse, but he answered in a half-committed way.
"Hah, your word is good enough!"
"For us to have grown this strong, who among us hasn’t been through a few life-or-death struggles?"
"But, Sismerton, you should be more careful too."
"Although Saint Tier Peak is very strong, and you have the capital to condense Divinity, this world is no simple matter."
"In His Highness’s words, the enemy has quite a few Deities and Demigods spying on us from the Star Realm right now."
"In the great battle to come, you must conserve enough of your Power to guard against those big guys who might use Divine Descent."
The Walrus Sub-dragon didn’t forget to remind Sismerton.
After all, now that Sismerton was at Saint Tier Peak, his mentality had become somewhat inflated with draconic pride.
This could be inferred from his earlier contemptuous words toward the Giant Demons.
"Don’t worry. Although I am proud of my current Dragon Race identity,"
"I’m not stupid. I’ve been holding back. You can’t even imagine how powerful I am now that I possess Power comparable to a Strong Dragon Level Bloodline."
"Let me give you the inside scoop. His Highness deliberately had me hold back before. I only used less than thirty percent of my Power."
"But even so, these Giant Demons before me aren’t even enough for me to slaughter."
"Hmph. As for the so-called gods, I’d like to see just how much Power they have left when they use Divine Descent into the mortal world! If they can only maintain the strength of a Demigod, then they... heheh..."
When the Cyan Dragon Sismerton said this, the two Sub-dragons were stunned.
Seeing their reaction, Sismerton continued:
"Is it so hard to understand?"
"Don’t you forget, our Dragon Race was the Dominator of the Oakland Continent for countless years in ancient times."
"Mere Lower-Rank beings, even Deities, with my current Power... as long as I don’t go to the Star Realm, they have absolutely no way of doing anything to me!"
"Not to mention, once this matter is settled, I can begin to try and condense my Divinity!"
"Once my Divinity is fully condensed, it wouldn’t be unimaginable for me to enter the Star Realm at the Demigod Tier and slay gods. Although I could probably only kill some who have just recently become gods, they’re still Deities, aren’t they?"
Sismerton’s words were the epitome of a humblebrag.
’What was that about slaying gods as a Demigod? And only being able to kill mere fledgling gods?’
Words like these made the two Sub-dragons feel incredibly frustrated.
But the more they felt this way, the stronger their longing for the Dragon Race’s bloodline and identity became.
Right now, they couldn’t wait to start fighting the enemy.
They were counting on Sismerton to ’carry’ them.
However, it was not yet time for the final battle, because it seemed the Giant Demons had something to say.
These guys had already sent a message earlier,
stating that a "big shot" wanted to talk with them.
Originally, Sismerton hadn’t wanted to talk, but as a being contracted to Lince after he reached Tier Nine, Lince, who was watching the entire time, immediately agreed.
He was curious to see what these Giant Demons had to say,
or what kind of tricks they were planning to pull.
Thus, while the two sides engaged in daily small-scale battles below the Saint Tier along the entire front, on the eleventh day, just as the Saint Tier experts on both sides were starting to lose their patience,
suddenly, in the sky above the central front, a terrifying wave of light rippled and spread through the high altitudes.
In an instant, as a seemingly blazing and brilliant pillar of light descended upon the earth,
in the next moment, an incredibly sacred figure was already hovering in the middle of the battlefield, between the two armies.
A Deity of Powerful Divine Power had performed a Divine Descent.
However, Its Divine Descent was only a projection, not Its main body descending directly.
