After combining the ice elemental shaping magic with the Dragon language, Adam realized that its controllability had greatly improved. The rocket barrages, unlike during his previous fight with the werewolves, did not scatter all over the place but moved in an organized manner towards the energy beam.
The power level of the energy beam wasn't very high, but its piercing and condensing properties were terrifying. Although it was continuously bombarded by hundreds of elemental shells, its stability remained high and wasn't disrupted by the explosive energy.
A few seconds later, the energy beam penetrated all the elemental rockets, but by then, Adam was no longer in the same place.
The conversation he had just overheard from the seven envoys had caught his attention. Half of what he thought was the truth had been overturned.
It turned out that the Dragon Slayer Guild was not united. Its remnants, who should have been a united organization, had internal disputes due to differing ideas, splitting into two factions.
There wasn't much information, but the conclusion was easy to draw: As Cthulhu neared extinction, some of the Guild still wanted to open the gateway between the two worlds to reignite the war and summon their kin from the Cthulhu world. The other faction, however, grew timid after the war, wishing to live peacefully on the Dragon Plane and not provoke another war that could completely destroy this already dying plane.
Previously, it seemed the peace-loving members were stronger than the warmongers. They suppressed the unstable elements in the Dragon Plane, drove them to the world's edge in line with the allied races' wishes, and reached an agreement with the dragon race, indirectly maintaining peace in the Dragon Plane.
It turned out that the Dragon Slayer Guild, named for slaying dragons, was actually helping them.
Adam recalled that The Greenleaf Tribe had been approached only after they were freed by Okov. Now he realized that the envoys' visit to the dragon territories to the tribes was likely because they feared that these tribes would disturb the dragons' slumber.
Their actions were undoubtedly successful. If not for Adam's interference, the fragile peace could have lasted thousands of years. Although the energy level of beings here would gradually decrease, it was enough for those who simply wished to survive.
But Adam's arrival broke this hard-earned peace. The warmongers forcefully took control, dragging the plane into a war.
The original Refinement Art must have been used by Cthulhu to tempt the dragons during their unity. After the war's failure and the dragons' refusal to be subdued, the peace-loving members had no choice but to allow the dragons to continue their cultivation.
In that case, Lina's Refinement Art must have been deliberately taught by the warmongers, intending to reveal this secret art to Adam through her.
"I never expected to be used," Adam muttered to himself.
His words were overheard by the envoys, who expressed their anger in a flat tone: "Yes."
"Fool being used."
"Digging your own grave."
"You deserve to die."
Another wave of energy beams attacked. Adam set off two bombs under his feet, fully extended his dragon wings, and once again dodged the energy beam with the help of the explosion's thrust. He kept on flying at high speed, continuously summoning missile launchers and large-caliber machine guns made of shaping magic.
After maturing, Adam's energy reserves and the amount of external elements he could utilize far exceeded what he could in his younger dragon form. Even maintaining so many shaping magic forms, he didn't feel tired.
The envoys were powerful, posing a great threat to ordinary beings. Their ability to concentrate power made them immune to ordinary elemental attacks. However, Adam didn't believe their bodies could match this strength; otherwise, the Dragon Plane wouldn't have stood a chance against their initial assault.
"So, let's give you a taste of bombing."
Suddenly, Adam's energy weapons began to emit elemental lights. The electric elements contained within them created a searing heat in the cold ice plains at the moment of activation and explosion.
The light was too dazzling. Inside the bombardment zone, only lightning and explosions were visible. Even Adam's dragon sight couldn't penetrate this elemental frenzy.
Adam's guess was right. The bodies of beings from the Cthulhu world weren't tough enough to resist such explosions. Their energy beams scattered, and their attacks stopped, suggesting that they were trying to evade.
With a deep dragon roar, active elemental dragons, each as large as Adam, continuously leapt out from his dragon breath. His already established frost domain covered a five-thousand-meter radius.
Using his power for perception, Adam accurately located the seven envoys. The bombs and elemental dragons found their targets, and precise strikes began.
The messengers were overwhelmed.
They had never seen such a method of attack. They thought dragons were powerful only because of their physicality and the vast elements they could manipulate with Dragon Spells.
However, Adam's abilities went beyond their imagination. The terrifying speed of attack and the amount of elements stored in each energy shell left them scrambling for survival.
The envoys could handle being hit by bullets and rocket barrages without much trouble, but when an elemental missile exploded right before their eyes, they lost any inclination to resist head-on.
"Intruders!"
"He is like us, from a different world."
"So there are other worlds."
***Boom! Boom! Boom!***
The envoys shattered three elemental dragons, and the massive ice elements momentarily froze them in place. The elemental missiles, long aimed, accurately hit their targets. After three loud explosions, only four envoys remained.
Where the three messengers perished, a huge amount of radioactive elemental energy leaked, contaminating even the surrounding elements as it spread.
Adam wasn't the least bit afraid; he felt surprised and yelled, "Your abilities, your bodies, are fantastic!"
The envoys' robes were torn, revealing their horrifying bodies. For the first time, their expressions changed, showing a mix of sadness and horror that was particularly disturbing on their grotesque faces.
"Powerful being from another world, we are just a group of wanderers who have lost our home. Whatever you seek here, we will no longer stand in your way. We could even give you this world if you wish. We only seek a place to belong."
Adam's eyes gleamed with the thrill of discovery as he said, "No, this world holds no value for me. What's truly useful are you and your homeland."
