Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 660 I'm Old

Canyao Yijin, with pure blood, exhaled a powerful energy bolt that exploded instantly upon encountering an obstacle, possessing immense power. Yijin and Nicholas had once privately argued—Yijin believed the new king should be the strongest. Nicholas paused, then said, "After the war, if I survive, you will fight me." Yijin glanced at Xiaohei, then at Xingluo, and said nothing more, only, "In wartime, obey orders and do not interfere with the war." Although Yijin was not an elder, he was clearly a formidable fighter.

Huiluo Naga excelled at refracting sunlight from high above, transforming enemy formations into "scorching spots" for the Blazing Dragon to precisely incinerate. She traded several "blinding charms" with the mercenaries to protect the ground troops' eyes. She was truly a dragon born for the battlefield.

Xingsha Tia can weave a pale golden "veil" at extremely high altitudes to block swooping enemies. She has a gentle temperament and is the "stabilizer" of the Sky System.

Jinghua Mirror Eye (Crystal Dragon) has prism-like scales that shatter into a thousand blades upon exhalation. When synergizing with Moonfall Blade, she often uses Light Binding to mark weak points in the attack area, allowing for more stable spatial casting.

Likong Rush, with four wings, could leap short distances through space, with his front wings creating a surge and his rear wings slicing through the air. He loved to compete with Xiao Hei, making bets about who was faster. The loser would have to carry two dwarf cannons for a hundred kilometers—yes, run, not fly. Even Xiao Hei took this bet seriously; he was used to flying and didn't want to run a hundred kilometers.

Ironscale Koga, practically incapable of flight, is made entirely of metal, offering exceptional resistance, making him a ground breacher. The dwarves also crafted him a suit of "rolling rivet armor," which flattens whatever he rolls over.

Nicholas divided the Hundred Dragons into seven wings: Fire Crown, Frost Veil, Thunder Realm, Abyssal Tide, Mountain Ridge, Azure Sky, and Strange Blade. Each wing elected a "Wing Leader." In battle, Xiao Hei commanded them in dragon language, while Xing Luo carved invisible "lines" in the sky with the "mark" of time and space. The seven wings advanced along these lines to avoid deviation.

The Moonfall Blades' integration with the Dragon Formation proved difficult. Thirty spatial displacement practitioners were nearly blown away by Orros on their first attempt to descend within the "Thunder Domain"—the thunder's pressure stretched space like a taut hide, often causing their landings to deviate by half a foot. Barlock raised his hand and struck a hammer, pinning a "Void Nail" in mid-air. The Moonfall Blades exhaled in unison, their second landing spot as steady as a rock. Orros bowed his head, offering his first dragon salute of thanks: "Your 'nail' is reliable." This was the first collaboration between a dragon and a demigod, but the result was a success. For a formidable being of this caliber, coordination wasn't too difficult.

Frost Wings worked with the ground-based spear formation with remarkable synergy. Ayeh and Celta paved the way for the spear formation, advancing forward, freezing the enemy's feet. Retreating would cause them to slip, while attacking would be difficult. The two dragons effortlessly tossed the enemy formation from the ground, then stabbed it with their spears like a forest, instantly breaking the battle line.

The Abyssal Tidewing was initially unwelcome because its breath mist corroded armor. Xingluo equipped Semu and Mogo with two "Retide Rings," time-magic equipment. These rings "retract" the mist three inches from the dragon's throat, confining it to a designated area. The dwarven warehouse was now much quieter. From the doorway, the old craftsman glanced at the dragons and said, "You're quite capable of making dragons."

The Sky Wing's "veil" and Isabel's Fallen Saint Light resonate wonderfully when used in tandem. As Tia weaves the veil, Isabel, under the attack of the veil, causes black-gold light to flow along the edges of the veil, transforming into circles of "protective stun." Enemy holy light swooping down here is disintegrated into gentle, luminous dust, resembling a harmless meteor shower, so beautiful that Pandora, even in her seclusion, would sneak a peek.

Xingluo never controlled the dragons with commands, but rather with two alchemical devices: one was the twin silver bells on the small black horns, each plucked in three different ways, corresponding to three different intentions: "gather," "attack," and "disperse." The tones of the bells, resembling dragon language, pierced through the dragon's bones and reached its core, allowing the dragons to hear them even from a great distance.

The second is the "time pen", which draws an invisible "sequence" in the air when waved. After the dragon clan feels the powerful fluctuations of time and space, they will move along the sequence. The displacement team will take action at the sequence nodes, and the entire legion is like writing in the sky.

Nicholas was initially hesitant and didn't immediately hand over command. After all, it wasn't easy for the clan leader. Xiao Hei simply glanced at him, and the bell rang softly. The Fire Crown and Thunder Domain immediately advanced like two closely-knit fire and silver snakes, undisturbed each other. Nicholas lowered his head and chuckled, "I'm getting old."

The dwarf workshop had been operating at full speed since the dragons arrived, even crafting equipment late into the night. No one knew when the gods would strike. Xingluo had them craft three types of equipment tailored for the dragons: "Wing Hubs." These talismanic steel hinges, embedded in the joints of the dragon's wing bones, mitigated shear forces at high altitudes, preventing tearing of the wing membranes. After Oros and Falia installed them, they swept through the formation at high speeds at a half-angle, without a single tear in the wing membranes.

"Throat Hoop" (non-binding): "Breath Throat Valve", composed of three rings, automatically filters out unstable impurities when the dragon's breath passes through, making the jet more concentrated. Sargon put it on for the first time and shouted angrily: "Who dares to put the hoop on me?" Xiao Hei let out a short groan, and silently lowered his head to let the mercenary tighten it. Obviously, after so many days, Xiao Hei had defeated most of the dragons.

"Chest Furnace": A custom-made talisman furnace for Shanzhang and Tielin. During battle, it recharges external kinetic energy into internal energy, allowing for a second attack. The chest furnace glows like a furnace core, and its return charge can crush an enemy formation in two.

In terms of logistics, the dragons' appetites were prodigious. Xingluo ordered the establishment of three "air transport routes": the Moonfall Blade established five short-distance displacement nodes to transport salt, meat, and ore; the Abyssal Tide Wings went whaling in the open ocean, bringing back at least one enormous whale beast daily; and the dwarves built a "blast furnace" to melt the ore into "slurry cakes." These contain a huge amount of energy and are a favorite food of dragons.

Isabel wove a "food purification curtain" at the edge of the camp. The light of the Fallen Saint removed the odor of raw meat, so the soldiers would no longer vomit after eating with the dragon.

On the night of the 30th ringing of the Requiem Bell, hundreds of dragons gathered in the valley.

Nicholas stood before the battle, no longer concealing his guilt. "Back then, I rejected the contract and missed the opportunity to fight alongside 'that person.' Tonight, I swear in the name of the Dragon Chief: The dragon clan will no longer be cowardly!"

Xiao Hei said nothing and took a step forward. Xing Luo reached out and pressed the dragon horn, gently plucking the silver bell.

The clear sound passed through all the dragon bones, and the frequency of the dragon wings' rise and fall naturally aligned - it was not music, but the same will was lit up in the air.

Arman raised the Fire Wing, and a "wall of flames" ignited behind the Fire Crown Wing;

Isabel raised her palm, and a black-gold light drew a "protective mark";

Barlock raised his hammer, and invisible ripples appeared in the void above him;

Ryan drew his sword, and the blade swallowed up the light. The camp was as quiet as a tomb in an instant.

Xingluo's voice drowned out the night wind: "Dragons and humans are on the same level."

He didn't resort to sentimentality, but simply pressed his hand. The space-time layer gently sank, and the shadows of hundreds of dragons fell to the ground, as if the shape of an army had been pre-carved on the earth.

——This legion has gradually taken shape.

Nicholas and Xiao Hei stood side by side on the ridge. The elderly dragon head glanced sideways at his younger, more powerful comrade and chuckled softly, "I'll leave this here to you. I'll be your second wing."

Xiao Hei did not raise his head, nor did he let out a demonstrative dragon roar. He just tilted his head slightly towards Xingluo - an answer that did not require words: My king is here.

Nicholas exhaled a long, hot breath: "It's great to have a king to follow."

Xingluo walked over and handed Nicholas a heavy silver bell. "It's not a restraint, it's a 'same bell'. I'll ring it once, and if you see the opportunity, you can answer it a second time and mobilize your Hundred Dragons to fill in for me."

Nicholas carefully picked it up with his claws, as if he were taking on an ancient shame and a new dignity. He didn't thank him, but simply nodded: "I understand."

Pandora watched this scene from afar and turned to Isabel and said, "A dragon's pride is never about lowering its head, but about finding something worth holding up."

Isabel chuckled, "People are the same."

The early morning rehearsal is not for showing off skills, but to "weave a road" in the sky with the natural elements of the four wings.

Orros first swept out a "low-pressure trough" in the sky, and Vaner then spit out several flames along the trough. The flames were "absorbed" in the low pressure, like an extremely thin and long fire whip that passed over the enemy camp, and the air was instantly ignited.