Chapter 518
No Two Suns in the Sky, Infinite Evolution
Chapter 518 There Can Only Be Two Suns in the Sky, Infinite Evolution
The sky over the Lane Plateau was shrouded in thick, dark clouds.
Silver lightning snaked and weaved deep into the clouds, occasionally turning the sky and earth a ghastly white. Torrential rain poured down, with large raindrops cascading down and splashing countless droplets of water mixed with blood onto the muddy ground.
However, the might of heaven and earth, though immense, could not suppress the suffocating power of the dragon.
The rainwater evaporated into white vapor outside the red iron dragon's body, and the gale could not shake his mountain-like figure.
He stood high in the sky, covered in wounds. His left wing was torn open with a shocking gaping hole, most of the scales peeled off, revealing the bright red flesh beneath.
He looks like he's nearing his limit.
If one more strong attack is launched, this arrogant Red Emperor seems poised to collapse.
The legends of Lorthorn exchanged glances.
In a normal legendary battle, because each legend has a protective domain, it is impossible to determine a winner in a short time. The Lorthorn legends already had the upper hand, suffered few casualties, and still had the strength to fight back.
However, no one dared to make the first move.
They know it all too well.
This terrifying dragon has been on the verge of death countless times, but each time it falls, it rises again, and this time will likely be no exception. No one can see through its true nature.
At the same time, it seems to be to verify some of the legends' speculations.
The Red Emperor slowly spread his tattered wings.
His six massive arms stretched out in all directions, his sharp claws clenched as if trying to grasp something invisible in the air.
hum!
A deep tremor came from all over the battlefield.
The bodies that had fallen not long ago, still warm, began to tremble slightly.
First the fingers, then the limbs, and finally the entire torso trembled violently as if gripped by an invisible hand.
Their skin quickly lost its luster, their muscles visibly atrophied and shriveled, their eye sockets sunken. Within seconds, complete corpses turned into skeletons covered in armor, then disintegrated into grayish-white dust, mixing with the muddy rainwater.
At the same time, crimson energy was extracted from each corpse.
At first, it was just wisps of water, but it quickly gathered into a river, eventually forming six blood-red tornadoes with diameters exceeding ten meters. They rose against the torrential rain and converged towards the Red Emperor.
The energy was solidified, gleaming with an eerie luster in the dim light.
"Life and death, the cycle never ends."
Hong Tielong's deep voice drowned out the thunder, "I live, the enemy dies."
He raised his head, opened his massive maw, and inhaled the entire blood-red storm into his body.
All the wounds on his body began to writhe, and new granulation tissue grew at an astonishing rate, far exceeding his own regeneration speed.
The whole process lasted less than ten seconds.
When the Red Emperor lowered his head again, his aura, though not as strong and surging as at his peak, had become calm and dignified once more.
"here we go again……"
"In Lorthorn's camp, a young shieldbearer murmured."
The tower shield in his hand was already covered in cracks, and his arm holding the shield was trembling slightly.
However, he wasn't very afraid.
And it wasn't just him.
The soldiers around him showed almost no fear on their faces.
That's something deeper.
Numbness and exhaustion intertwined, mixed with a kind of absurd sense of anger turning into laughter.
They had experienced too many times hope being ignited and then extinguished, and their nerves were already overwhelmed and on the verge of collapse.
"tired."
The iron-fisted general whispered, "Destroy it."
He smiled wryly and deliberately dispelled the aura surrounding him.
Without the protection of his domain, the torrential rain soaked him through, his hair plastered to his forehead. This general, known for his iron will, now looked like a weary middle-aged man.
Kill after kill, revive after revive.
What kind of creature is this Red Emperor?
He is clearly not human.
A giant dragon?
He's almost stopped being a dragon.
In fact, not only the Lorthorns, but also the dragons of the Aura were incredulous at the Red Emperor's repeated deaths and resurrections, which was beyond their understanding of their fellow dragons.
There can be no two suns in the sky.
"The plains of Romania will be ruled by me."
Red Iron Dragon's voice overwhelmed Thunder.
These words were not only spoken to Lorthorn's defeated army; his proud head looked up at the sky, as if he saw something more.
Whoops!
Iron Dragon Sorog swooped down from the sky, circling beside the Red Emperor, and continued in a booming voice: "Lothern people! The war is over! Your era has passed, and the era of Aura is about to begin!"
"Those who kneel live, those who stand die!"
After a brief silence, Aura's camp erupted in a tremendous response.
"Those who kneel live, those who stand die!"
"Those who kneel live, those who stand die!"
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One after another, giant dragons rose into the sky, the sound of their wings beating drowning out the wind and rain.
On the ground, Aura's warriors raised their blood-stained weapons and roared in unison.
The sound grew louder and louder, as if it were a physical force, pressing down on the hearts of every Lorthen warrior.
Even though Lorthen held the advantage for most of the battle, and even though their legendary warriors performed exceptionally well, suppressing the Aura Legends, their morale began to crumble.
Clang.
The first sword fell into the muddy water.
Under the shadow of the Red Emperor, the sword-wielding warriors knelt on the ground, pressing their foreheads into the mud.
Then came the second game, the third game...
Like a wheat field swept by a raging storm, the wave of surrender began at the edge of the battlefield and quickly spread towards the center.
The sound of metal hitting the ground echoed everywhere, and more and more people chose to kneel down.
There are exceptions, though.
Some roared and launched a final charge, only to be killed by Aura's warriors; some pointed their swords at their own throats, choosing the end of their dignity; others stood there blankly, their eyes empty, as if their souls had already departed.
But the will to survive is ultimately the most primal instinct of life.
More and more people knelt down, eventually forming a dense, dark mass.
The legendary powerhouses also began to make their own choices.
"General Varesia?"
A legendary figure, his body radiating a teleportation aura, looked at the iron-fisted general beside him.
Varesia slowly shook his head, remaining standing in place, letting the rain wash over him.
Escape? Where could you possibly escape to?
His wife, six children, and seventeen grandchildren all lived in the royal capital, Waldo.
After this battle, the Aura Legion will face no further obstacles and its forces will advance directly towards the heart of Lorthen.
Having lost all its Grand Orders, what will Lortheon rely on to resist the Red Emperor? If the resistance is fierce, those few suns that once shone on the Lyon Plateau will probably fall on the streets of Waldo.
The ending was already predetermined.
A wise choice can make the process as less brutal as possible.
The iron-fisted general realized this, and at the same time felt deeply exhausted, losing the will to resist.
The legends' choices were roughly split evenly.
About half of them tore open teleportation scrolls or cast spells and disappeared in the silver light; the other half remained in place, concealing their presence and surrendering to the nearest Aura Legend.
Two or three more attempts to teleport were interrupted.
Somewhere on the battlefield, two legends flanked the figure in the middle.
"Your Majesty, you must leave."
The legend on the left whispered, "We'll buy you some time."
King Lorthorn did not answer.
He stared blankly at the imposing figure in the sky, the Dawn King Sword in his hand gleaming dimly in the rain.
Was this war a mistake from the very beginning?
He asked himself this question.
Yes, he admitted it, but he also knew that for him, it was an unavoidable mistake.
Lorthorn rose from the ashes after two great wars and reclaimed its dominant position.
Any ambitious monarch, when the nation's strength has been restored and the military is powerful, will not tolerate another rapidly rising and unyielding power.
He just couldn't understand it. Why was the Red Emperor so powerful?
Decades ago, this dragon, though infamous, was not an invincible foe for the Grand Order, and one could even say it was not worth the Grand Order taking too seriously.
Decades later, they gathered enough power to defeat the Grand Dragon, only to be destroyed one after another before him.
All the champions' lives were burned out, only to be rewarded with two brief victories.
ended.
Lorthorn's reign came to an end.
His dreams and his goals were shattered.
Raymond raised the Sword of Dawn, its blade reflecting his pale face and bloodshot eyes.
"His Majesty?!"
The two legends realized something was wrong and tried to step forward, but it was too late.
The king dispersed his domain, pointed the sword at his heart, and thrust it in with all his might.
laugh!
The sharp, legendary sword easily pierced through the breastplate made of fine gold and disappeared into flesh.
Raymond groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He felt the warm liquid flow down the sword and onto his hand, mixing with the cold rainwater.
Tick, tick.
Blood droplets fell from the sword tip, spreading into fleeting red flowers in the muddy water.
Raymond suddenly remembered the scene many years ago when his father handed him this sword.
The late king was already seriously ill and on the verge of death. His withered hand tightly held his, and his eyes were full of hope for the future of the country.
“Raymond…Lotharne…I’m leaving her in your hands…”
He was so excited and eager to prove himself at that time.
Now, he can only use this sword, a symbol of royal power, to end his own fate and that of the kingdom.
My vision started to blur.
In a daze, Raymond seemed to see his father's figure standing not far away in the rain, shaking his head in disappointment before turning and leaving.
"Father... wait..."
He wanted to chase after him, to kneel down and beg for forgiveness, but his legs had already lost their strength. His body leaned forward and crashed heavily into the mud. The Dawn King Sword was still stuck in his chest, its hilt trembling slightly.
Finally, what came into view was a gloomy sky and an incessant rain.
Red Iron Dragon watched all of this silently, his pupils showing no emotion.
His gaze shifted from the king's corpse to the locations where the teleportation lights had dissipated, showing no intention of pursuing them.
This battle will be anything but easy.
Galos could feel waves of weakness emanating from within his body; his condition was far from optimistic. If he were to fall into an ambush and die again, that would be true death.
"time……"
The dragon ceased its combat stance, its massive body gradually shrinking back to its normal dragon form.
He raised his front paw and touched his neck, where there was a scar. The flesh had recently regenerated and was still somewhat soft to the touch.
He was stopped in time twice, beheaded twice, and even shredded the first time.
If this were him before he fell into a deep sleep, he would already be a corpse, without even a chance to be resurrected.
"I only developed a slight resistance when I was time-stopped for the second time."
Galos mentally reviewed the battle that had just taken place.
This is critical.
Although Grand Rank Sodrian appears to be on his last legs, who knows how many more times he can unleash his power? The strength of Grand Rank warriors is unfathomable, and they often harbor methods of mutual destruction.
Fortunately, Sodrian didn't have the chance to use any more.
And anything that can't kill Garus will only make him stronger.
The ability to fight and advance eternally not only grants him the ability to evolve on the spot during battle, but also ensures that some of the results of his evolution will be permanently retained after the battle.
Although the proportion is not high, and the degree to which it is retained each time seems to be random.
However, Galus had a gut feeling.
His resistance to the power of time has indeed been permanently enhanced.
Although it is slight, it is a qualitative change from zero to one.
Next time he encounters a time-based enemy, at least he won't be completely helpless at the start.
"My body, forged through countless trials, is utterly fragile under the sharp blade of time."
Garos gazed at the gradually dissipating dark clouds in the sky, lost in thought. "There are countless strong people in this world, and dangers abound. I cannot become arrogant because of this victory, nor can I underestimate other legends, especially those at the Grand rank."
Despite their great victory, Red Iron Dragons did not become complacent.
This battle also exposed many of his shortcomings.
For example, his Fearless Wrath and Dragon Jade are both triggered by his immortality, but if a Grand Master on Lorthen's side can reduce him to ashes during this process, even if he can be resurrected, his condition will plummet to rock bottom afterward.
For example, his evolution speed in battle is still not fast enough.
If he could quickly evolve the corresponding resistance when he was first stopped by time, he could end the battle more easily.
But in any case, he was the ultimate victor.
"One day, I might be able to adapt to all damage in an instant, evolve the corresponding perfect traits, and retain them all permanently."
"At that time, with my infinitely evolving body, I will become a true ultimate life form."
Red Iron Dragon thought to himself.
This is not a fantasy.
This victory proves that he has the potential and the qualifications to move toward that future.
As the battle ended, the rain gradually subsided.
A crack appeared in the dark clouds, and a few rays of dawn pierced through the clouds, illuminating the battlefield strewn with corpses.
The warriors of Aura began to clear the battlefield, collect weapons, and gather prisoners. Dragons circled low in the sky on guard, occasionally letting out deep roars to deter those who might harbor disloyal intentions.
Varesia was brought before the Red Emperor.
The king committed suicide, the Holy Spirit was temporarily scattered, and many crowns fell.
Varesia himself is the Legion Commander-in-Chief and a high-ranking Legendary. Currently, he is the highest-ranking Lor'then here.
"Your Majesty Ignas."
The general glanced at the majestic dragon, then knelt down without much regard for so-called dignity.
"Waldo will not resist."
He lowered his head and said, "Many of my trusted men are among the garrison of the royal city. I will persuade them to give up resistance, but I beg you not to massacre the city."
Red Iron Dragon looked down at him and slowly nodded.
"A wise choice."
He said, "I am not bloodthirsty, and cities that surrender will receive Aura's protection."
Varesia breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders slumping slightly.
Then he asked, "What do you intend to do with Lortherne?"
The Red Emperor did not answer immediately.
He gazed into the distance, towards the Kingdom of Lorthorn.
"The name of Lorthorn will not disappear completely."
Galos concluded, "A new order will come to this land, but Lorthorn can continue to exist as long as he accepts the new ruler and recognizes his place."
In short, just like Theo, he became an appendage of Aura.
Surprisingly spacious.
Varecia was taken aback. He had thought that after such a great victory, Aura would want to devour Lorthene, but the Red Emperor didn't seem to have that intention, at least not yet.
After thinking about it carefully, he could roughly understand the Red Emperor's thoughts.
It is no wonder that someone with great strength, remarkable wisdom, and patience lost to such a dragon king.
"Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty."
Varesia said.
Then, Iron Dragon Sorog flew over, seemingly interested in Varecia, and carefully examined him.
Hong Tielong is no longer paying attention to this.
He spread his wings and flew into the sky.
From the air, the battlefield on the Lion Plateau was gradually falling silent, the stench of blood slowly dissipating in the night wind, and further away lay the land of the Kingdom of Lorthern.
He then looked around in other directions, his gaze sweeping over the territories of other countries.
Soon, these places will usher in a new order.
Throughout the entire Romanian plain, only one voice will exist.
During this period, there may still be some troubles and challenges, but there will not be too many obstacles. His era is gradually beginning.
(End of this chapter)