The moment the monster fully revealed itself, Seranox’s pupils shrank, and his breath hitched in his throat.
The appearance of the monster before him was far too bizarre, completely different from the Dragon God Versolion he knew.
Whether in recorded texts or stories passed down by word of mouth, the Dragon God Versolion had always appeared in a brilliant state, as if cast from pure gold.
Every one of his dragon scales was like the rising sun, and when his wings unfurled, they could blot out the heavens.
That was a true divine body; even after enduring tens of thousands of years of roasting in the depths of the lava, it was absolutely impossible for it to have turned into such a horrific state.
Furthermore, as a direct descendant of the Dragon God, Seranox unexpectedly could not feel even a single shred of bloodline resonance from the creature, as if he were facing nothing more than an empty shell.
Amidst the shock of the group, the bizarre giant dragon did not give Seranox any time to think, suddenly unhinging its twisted jaw.
Instantly, a greyish-white light gathered within its throat, forming a sphere.
This was not the signature elemental breath of the Dragon Race, but a sphere compressed from pure death energy.
Xia Duo, who possessed the keenest senses, could even see countless faces of agony floating upon its surface, and from within came a cry like the wailing of ten thousand grieving souls.
“Hum!”
The moment the greyish-white light sphere shot forth, even the air along its path was corroded, leaving behind cracks in space.
Seranox immediately raised a golden flame barrier in front of him to block the attack, but to his surprise, his usually invincible golden flames failed to suppress it this time.
The massive impact sent Seranox reeling back dozens of meters, the soles of his armored boots plowing two charred furrows into the rocky ground.
“What exactly is that thing’s origin? The gap between it and the legendary Dragon God is way too large!” Po Kong swallowed hard as he looked at the black figure in the air. “Little Gold, your old man will be okay, right?”
“How could he not be! My father has the blessing of the entire Dragon Nest’s power. Even if that is the ancestor’s legacy husk, it’s impossible for him to—”
Little Gold looked up, intending to argue further, but he stopped halfway through as he suddenly remembered that the Dragon Nest’s magic formation was currently in an incomplete state. Did that so-called power blessing truly still exist?
“Regardless, this is definitely not a battle we can interfere in. We should listen to the Gold Flame Dragon King, leave this place immediately, and go find Senior You for help!”
Moen watched the direction of Seranox with deep concern as the golden flames and death energy began to intertwine once more.
Hearing this, Po Kong also turned to look at Starlight, hoping the core of their team would make a decision.
However, Starlight’s gaze was not fixed on Seranox as he fought the bizarre giant dragon. He suddenly felt as though he had forgotten something.
“This feeling... it’s so strange... what exactly has been overlooked?”
As if hearing Starlight’s low murmur, Xia Duo also looked around alertly.
“No, Starlight, you’re not mistaken. Where did Salenzo go?”
Those words struck the group like a bolt of lightning. It was only then that they realized that since the corrupted giant dragon appeared, the Obsidian Dragon King, who had remained silent the entire time, had vanished without a trace, as if he had evaporated into thin air...
As a master of shadow magic, Salenzo’s stealth capabilities were not something an average person could compare to. Perhaps he was hiding somewhere on the battlefield, waiting for an opportunity to deal the corrupted giant dragon a fatal blow?
Starlight tried to comfort himself with this thought, but the more he considered it, the more obvious the unease in his heart became.
Meanwhile, Seranox, who had already traded several rounds of blows with the black giant dragon, also realized something was wrong.
The opponent’s strength was actually on par with his own. Normally, he would only need to borrow a portion of the Dragon Nest’s power to easily suppress the other party.
But every time he intended to draw power from the magic formation, the opponent’s aura would clearly rise by a notch, reaching a level close to his own.
“Is this the twin magic formation Starlight mentioned earlier? It seems he wasn't lying... when I draw upon power, this fellow’s strength increases accordingly.” Seranox thought to himself.
If that were truly the case, this battle would never end.
More importantly, if two top-tier powerhouses were allowed to continue fighting like this, they would not only risk mutual destruction but might also completely destroy this sacred sanctuary of the Dragon Race.
After only a brief moment of thought, Seranox immediately made his decision.
He did have a way to win quickly without utilizing the Dragon Nest’s power, but it would require him to borrow the strength of the Sacred Artifact upon his brow—the Crown of Gold Horn.
However, the existence of the Crown of Gold Horn was very special; it was fundamentally different from the other two Sacred Artifacts.
Whether it was the Dragon Ancestor's Legacy Scale held by Little Gold or the Dragon God's Heart suspected to have been taken by Angela, those were made from parts of the Dragon God Versolion’s own body. They could be said to be items infinitely close to being Divine Artifacts.
The Crown of Gold Horn, on the other hand, was an item forged by the Dragon God and then infused with the power of successive Dragon Kings.
Although it contained immense power and a Dragon Might nearly equal to that of the Dragon God, it was ultimately a consumable item.
Having been used over tens of thousands of years, the power remaining within the Crown of Gold Horn was hardly a tenth of its original state, with only the Dragon Might still preserved within.
If the opponent were an ordinary member of the Dragon Race, the aura within the horn alone would be enough to suppress the vast majority of his kin.
But the black giant dragon before him did not manifest the aura a dragon should have at all. Whether this bloodline suppression would even be effective was another matter entirely.
Furthermore, the opponent was very likely the corrupted legacy husk of the Dragon God. Was he really going to use the Dragon God’s own power to suppress it?
Under normal circumstances, as one of the Gold Flame Dragon King’s greatest trump cards, the Crown of Gold Horn would never be used lightly unless it was a matter of life and death.
As for the current situation, Seranox already viewed it as a crisis significant enough to affect the survival of the entire Dragon Race, so he could no longer afford to worry about such things.
“So be it.”
Seranox suddenly threw his head back and let out a long roar, the golden horn on his brow erupting with a piercing radiance.
Even if there were only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, even if he had to exhaust this ten-thousand-year-old sacred object, he would pay the price for the sake of the Dragon Race’s survival!
The moment the golden light appeared, the black giant dragon—which had been fighting him to a stalemate—was actually sent flying hundreds of meters away. Its cloud-like black body was instantly slammed into the rock wall by the massive force.
Seranox’s eyes suddenly blazed with a brilliance as dazzling as the sun, and ancient incantations exploded through the space like rolling thunder.
“Vahlok fen kos nahlot!”
“Zeymah viing ko faal krah!”
“Dovahkiin, fen alok!”
“YOL... Zahkrii... SHUL... Su'um!!!”
Every syllable that escaped his lips caused the space around the Gold Flame Dragon King to twist. The final few words transformed into a string of materialized golden runes that spiraled up above his head.
At that moment, the Crown of Gold Horn on his brow shattered with a bang, turning into a sky full of golden sand.
Countless grains of sand wrapped around the runes in the air, condensing into a hundred-meter-long golden giant sword.
At this time, anyone who understood the Dragon Tongue would discover that the golden characters flowing upon the blade were the True Names of the successive Dragon Kings, converging like rivers into a vast, overwhelming power at the sword’s edge.
The most shocked among them was undoubtedly Xia Duo, who possessed the Dragon Speaker talent, while Po Kong beside her was also filled with horror.
This was because he discovered that the giant sword condensed by the Dragon King shared a seventy-percent similarity in shape to the Divine Artifact slumbering within his own body.
“Whoever you are, it’s over!”
Seranox swung his large hand downward, and the giant sword above his head followed his movement, piercing toward the black giant dragon embedded in the rock wall.
The moment the giant sword slashed down, time itself seemed to stand still. Wherever the blade passed, even the air was scorched with golden trails of flame.
The black giant dragon naturally sensed the immense threat and hurriedly opened its maw. A death power far stronger than before condensed in its mouth, striking directly toward the edge of the sword.
However, its actions were in vain. The grey-black death power was evaporated into basic particles the instant it touched the blade, failing to delay the sword’s progress even slightly.
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