bookandnovel Chapter 951 Dragon Battle
Chapter 951 Dragon Battle
Chapter 951 Dragon Battle
The ink-like wisps lingering in the air, and suddenly the pair of dark dragon eyes blinked.
The next moment, a golden ray, like the finishing touch, fell into its lifeless eye sockets, and the dragon, which was originally just ink lines, immediately came to life.
Roar--
The roar of the dragon shook the sky.
The dragon outlined in ink broke free from the constraints of the flat surface. Its illusory body quickly filled in details, with bony spikes on its chest and abdomen, and four winding dragon horns on its head pointing diagonally to the sky. It was a perfect replica of Drogon, the demonic dragon from the novel world.
Drogon was not large, only twenty meters long. According to the timeline in the novel "Song of Winter and Summer", it was only at the end of its life when it had just left the level of a young dragon.
Not to mention compared to Ladon, even the two female dragons beside Ladon are far superior to him.
However, the strength of Prajna's summoned creatures has little to do with their original design.
Three years ago, perhaps because Lothar requested that too many personal items be included to promote the luxury goods of his own workshop, the Winter and Summer Song series, which were personally polished by Prajna, always sold less than the Witcher series.
Dragons are ferocious beasts, and among the many ferocious beasts such as manticores, ghouls, and cave trolls, they are the most ferocious. Even a mid-level dragon is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
If they cause trouble, the threat they pose to humans is far more terrifying than werewolves or vampires.
Aside from madmen like the Dragon Worship Cult, almost no one would like this monster.
But as Lothar repeatedly rode the dragon to strike down heretics, the dragon had already acquired a status in the eyes of Christians overseas, similar to that of the Lion of St. Mark.
This also indirectly boosted the sales of "Song of Winter and Summer".
Many young knights were captivated by Queen Daenerys, fantasizing that one day they too could subdue a dragon like Drogon, ride it into the sky, and unleash dragonfire upon their enemies.
Therefore, Zhuo Geng, who has garnered the support of tens of thousands of people, hides beneath his youthful dragon body a terrifying ferocious beast with destructive power capable of threatening even legendary figures.
The dragon took flight, and almost the instant it appeared, scorching dragonfire poured down upon the Sassanid army.
The Sassanid army, which had initially been quite relieved that Master Gilani had destroyed the enemy's ferocious legion that had launched a surprise attack from the rear, suddenly found its morale wavering.
With the dragon looming over their backs, who would dare to focus all their energy on the enemy in front of them?
The young monk shouted nervously, "Master Mazdak, it's a dragon! The Frankish dragon has appeared!"
The old man frowned: "It's far smaller than the legends say, but the power of its dragon fire..."
This is unusual. The Sassanids also had dragons living in the land. The Persian Plateau, covered with mountains, was once overrun by dragons. Historically, there are no fewer than fifty dragons whose names are known, all of which were of medium or higher quality.
Therefore, Zoroastrian spellcasters have a deep understanding of this ferocious beast. The origin of the Zoroastrian faith is also inseparable from the fear of the dragon's flames, which can destroy cities and villages, burn mountains and boil seas.
"There is no time to hesitate any longer, Master. No matter how many dragons the enemy has, we cannot stand by and watch them run rampant."
Mazdak gave a wry smile and had no choice but to raise his cane.
The dragon flames, like molten lava, transformed into countless raindrops in mid-air, splashing everywhere, yet they seemed to encounter an invisible barrier, unable to cross it even a step.
Zhuo Geng seemed very angry about this. It flapped its wings and flew into the sky, letting out a roar. Then, its thick neck seemed to have swallowed scalding hot coals, and its entire neck turned the color of lava.
Everyone knew that the dragon's temporary silence meant it would soon unleash even more terrifying dragonfire.
Without hesitation, Mazdak swung his staff, causing ripples in the air. One by one, the monsters he had personally tamed crossed the spatial barrier at his summons and descended upon the battlefield.
These monsters, like the demonic elephants, were all cultivated by him over three years.
Among them are manticores, giant eagles, long-winged dragons, and all sorts of bizarre monsters whose original races are indistinguishable. What they have in common is that each of them is incredibly large, some even larger than Drogon.
Almost the instant these monsters appeared, they swarmed towards Drogon.
This is one of the measures Mazdak and Gilani took to deal with the dragon. The task of these monsters is to temporarily entangle the dragon. However, the dragon that has appeared is only about twenty meters long. Mazdak couldn't help but have a wishful thought that he might see if these monsters could fight against the dragon.
Flying monsters charged in from all directions, fearlessly attacking.
Zhuo Geng was preparing his dragon flames, but he couldn't find a good opportunity to unleash them. It would be a waste to use such an attack on a single individual.
"Playing with numbers against fewer people is not a good habit."
In the distance, Prajna, who had been silently watching the battle, raised her brush again and sketched the images of two other dragons, Drogon's two brothers—Rhaegal and Viserion.
The former was a bronze-colored dragon, while the latter was a milky-white dragon.
Although he is far inferior to Drogon in both popularity and strength, he is certainly enough to be a helper.
As soon as the two newborn dragons appeared, they roared and joined the battle.
Rhaegal crashed headfirst into the manticore in front of Drogon, grabbed its tail with its sharp, venomous stinger, and flung it far away. Viserion, meanwhile, spewed out pale blue dragonfire, blasting a long-winged dragon that was attacking Drogon from the flank squarely.
This subspecies of flying dragon, which also possesses the bloodline of a dragon, is a swamp creature. Although it is covered with a layer of scales, it is unable to withstand such high temperatures and is directly roasted until its skin and flesh are torn open, causing it to fall to the ground.
At the same time, Drogon, finally freeing its hands, had its golden eyes filled with rage. It raised its long neck, which was almost the same color as lava, and then spewed out a terrifying pillar of flames that looked like a pillar of divine punishment.
The dragon flames slammed into the transparent shield, and the immense pressure transmitted from above caused Mazdak to widen his cloudy eyes. Such a terrifying breath was completely disproportionate to his size.
Even Gu Long's breath attack is only at this level!
This black dragon, which appears to be just a young dragon, is clearly a variant of a giant dragon!
He wasn't surprised that the Frankish dragon was so powerful, but this black dragon, along with the other two, were clearly not the "red and black dragon" or the "three-headed monster" that often appeared in legends.
The red and black dragon might be a misconception, but the unique feature of having three heads is absolutely impossible to mistake.
The Frankish dragons were not limited to just these three.
Cracks gradually appeared on the invisible barrier in the sky.
Ordinary people couldn't see it, but the young monks beside Mazdak could clearly see the fine beads of sweat on their teacher's face: "Teacher, can you still hold on?"
"It seems we have no chance of winning."
A look of relief flashed across Mazdak's face. If all of Sassanid's extraordinary power were gathered here, perhaps they would still have a chance to fight. But with only him and Gilani, they had no chance of victory from the very beginning.
Those two, let alone the Franks' deepest hidden cards, couldn't even be forced to reveal all of their trump cards.
They can't muster their full strength, yet they still harbor illusions about running away.
Bahram was truly a mediocre ruler.
"Tansar, tear up the teleportation scroll right now. I want you to return to Ctesiphon immediately and tell His Majesty my and Gilani's last wishes. Tell him that Grand Vizier Mustafa's suggestion is now the only way for the Sassanids to survive."
"Teacher! I can't. You should go instead!"
The young monk wept uncontrollably: "You are far more important than me. Even Katir knew to live and die with his teacher. Do you really think I am less important than him?"
Mazdaq forced a smile: "If we don't run now, we'll miss our chance. Someone's watching this place. Don't think that space scrolls are omnipotent. Our opponents are much stronger than you think. They won't care if a little guy like you escapes, but it's different for me."
As he spoke, he tore open the teleportation scroll for the young monk before he could react.
The vortex swallowed the young monk. Mazdak looked at the three menacing dragons in the sky and then took out a scalding hot potion bottle—containing the essence of dragon blood accumulated by the Zoroastrian Church over countless years.