The Most Powerful Dragon on Latna (3)
West barracks of Merent Karl’s castle.
Four individuals were gathered in front of Nakterion, who had finished treatment.
Black Dragon Spianon, a burly black-haired young man in his 30s.
Blue Dragon Capinotia, a blue-haired Nymph beauty.
Fire Dragon Willart, a common-looking brown-haired Dwarf.
Land Dragoon Kranolus, a blonde Elf.
They were all experienced and high-level Ancient Dragons well over 650 years old. Everyone was wearing silver necklaces around their necks.
Like Nakterion, they were bestowed an Anti-Polymorph Necklace by Genovia.
Looking at everyone, Nakterion spoke in a serious tone.
“When you fight them, think of wings as decorations.”
His words dumbfounded the Dragons.
“What?”
“Do you mean not to fly in the sky?”
It was how humans and Elves hunted their kind in Latna.
They dragged an army and slowly pushed them down, interrupting them from flying in the sky.
If they succeeded in tying it to the ground, they would win against them, and if they failed, then the Dragons would decimate them.
“I don’t understand.”
“Isn’t it common sense that heaven favors the earth?”
However, everyone’s expression changed after Nakterion’s explanation.
He gave a detailed story of how the Sword King and the silver-maned Wyvern suppressed him.
“Fight on the ground no matter what. Air battles are suicidal.”
Convinced, the Ancient Dragons nodded.
“The odds are higher on the ground.”
“No matter how strong the Pitch-Black Nightmare maybe, it won’t be able to crawl through the ground.”
“What if the Sword King on the Wyvern ignores us and heads straight fr the main camp?”
When asked by Willat the Dragon, Nakterion snorted.
“Let him do as he pleases. Our mission isn’t to lead the battle to victory, is it?”
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Ignoring the damage caused by friendly forces, they could continue to beat the enemy and entice the Sword King and his party.
“They have relatively few troops. If we knock on each other’s headquarters, they’re bound to be defeated first.”
Hence, they would come back to block them for sure.
“At that moment, we’ll use all our strength to get rid of them.”
With fiery eyes, Nakterion conducted the operation.
“I’ll take care of the Sword King. You all handle the rest. There’s nothing that can force us to turn into humans anymore.”
* * *
The next morning, the gate to Merent Karl slowly opened.
As many as 15,000 troops passed through the entrance and began to pound the fields.
Ryu Han-bin was watching the scene from the other side with a silver-maned Wyvern.
“Following the defensive, opening the gate first and running out…”
At Han-bin’s self-talk, Effir growled, revealing her vicious teeth.
“Their intention is obvious.”
She was deliberately making a Wyvern sound and mixing a low voice in it.
That way, nobody could notice that she was speaking the human language except for the person right next to him.
‘I don’t even know how to do it.’
Even though he had already gotten used to it, Ryu Han-bin looked back at Effir in amazement.
It wasn’t magic. She just needed to coordinate her breathing using her vocal cords and airway muscles, but even Leon Hart, let alone Han-bin, couldn’t understand the principle.
Effir seemed to think, ‘I’m just doing it because I can. Do we need a principle for this, too?’
Looking at the enemy lines, she continued to ask questions.
“The Gold Dragon which we saw yesterday must be among them, right?”
The Kaldris-Mado Alliance was centered at 7,000 on the left and 5,000 on the right.
At first glance, it was a stable yet royal formation.
However, the Allendia Army had an asymmetric power due to Han-bin’s party. Effir could also be used to gain control of the battlefield.
At that rate, Allendia’s victory was certain.
And the enemy knew that too.
“The goal is not the victory of the battle. That formation is meant to set the stage for Han-bin and the Ancient Dragon.”
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With a nod, Han-bin climbed on Effir’s back.
“Let’s go, Effir!”
The Wyvern perched and flew up into the sky.
Her black shadow quickly passed over the heads of the Allendia forces in combat formation.
She was the Pitch-Black Nightmare for the enemy but a guardian of the sky for her troops.
Cheers broke out among the soldiers.
“Oh!”
“The Wyvern of the Sword King!”
Sabine Asil raised her right hand.
“All troops, move forward!”
* * *
The right-wing of Allendia’s formation moved first.
“Charge! Charge!”
Under Lord Lacrell’s command, the 4,000 troops of Allendia 1st and 2nd Corps crossed the grounds with thunderous momentum.
In response, the enemy’s right-wing, 5,000 troops of the Mado Kingdom, advanced as well.
“Wow!”
The battle had begun.
Numerous people fought with spears and swords, causing explosions and flashes as they clashed.
Han-bin didn’t participate in the war.
He just looked down at the scene from the sky carefully.
‘Where is he?’
Level 145 Ancient Dragon, Nakterion.
He had to be hiding among those soldiers.
‘And then he’ll come out of nowhere and commit mass genocide.’
It was the best way to delude Ryu Han-bin and change the war’s unfavorable situation.
Regardless, the biggest weakness of the Allendia Army was the lack of troops.
Ryu Han-bin said, continuing to glide, “You know what, Effir? As soon as he shows up, drop me off and wait in the air.”
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“Yes!”
Effir observed the entire place as she replied.
The duo was constantly analyzing the battlefield.
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
A dazzling light shot up and showed off a presence in the middle of the warzone. It was a giant tower-like entity.
For a moment, Ryu Han-bin was surprised.
‘Eh?’
It wasn’t the Gold Dragon he had faced yesterday.
[Race: Fire Dragon Lv. 118]
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
As soon as he showed up, he began to breathe in, launching their species-exclusive attack.
In a hurry, Effir sped up.
“Han-bin!”
At that rate, the right-wing of the Allendia army would suffer considerable damage.
“I know!”
As soon as he approached, Ryu Han-bin released Blade Aura.
The beast turned his head.
Boom!
Magnificent flames soared in the air instead of through the friendly forces.
Han-bin’s eyes became fearsome.
“I’ll eliminate the whole thing!”
His Blade Aura roared through the Breath, flying to the head of the Fire Dragon.
“Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”
At that moment, the reptile turned and escaped the attack, then spread an Aura shield.
Even the remaining aftermath was blocked, causing it to miss.
Raising the altitude again, Ryu Han-bin frowned slightly.
“Did you avoid it?”
“All four feet are on the ground. It’s easier to avoid than in the sky.”
Since Effir’s flying skill was so excellent, the one with a more solid foundation than the air was more advantageous in avoiding attacks.
Turning, Effir murmured, “And I couldn’t force the Dragon to humanize, either.”
As soon as Ryu Han-bin stopped the Breath, she also invoked her Polymorph Necklace. However, the enemy was still in his main form.
And that wasn’t the end of it.
With the advent of the Fire Dragon, Kaldris headquarters and also
As many as 10,000 troops went on the offensive as lights burst from all over the place.
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Three more Dragons appeared.
Effir flew fast, approaching them.
-Activate, Polymorph Necklace!
Nothing changed that time either.
A total of four Ancient Dragons still raced through the battlefield in their original bodies.
“Growl!”
A mixture of Breath, magic spells, and Aura began to damage the Allendia troops.
Leon Hart’s expression hardened as he watched from the headquarters.
‘You gave all the Ancient Dragons the ability to resist humanization?’
Then the war situation would be turned on its head.
If dozens of such Dragons came at them, Han-bin and his party would have no countermeasures.
Even if there were only those four ancient ones present, they would be able to gain tremendous power, considering their allies were supporting them.
‘It wasn’t a formation to set a stage! It’s a formation to set their victory!’
They kept winning, making them conceited. Their enemies couldn’t be that stupid.
‘We must stop them now!’
Leon Hart raised his voice.
“Artis! Kibie!”
Both were already moving even before the order.
The average level of Ancient Dragons was 110 or higher, and Han-bin’s group had to actively reduce their casualties.
Leon Hart also quickly drove a Golem Steed.
His target was that green-scaled Ancient Dragon, which was the closest to him.
Standing on both feet on the back of the Steed, he spread his arms.
-Uroboros’ Coat, activate!
The hem of the coat wound around the whole body and turned into a form of armor.
As soon as it was switched to combat mode, Leon Hart jumped up from the Golem Steed.
“Let Kybriel’s darkness envelop my fists!”
A spiritual-art-infused punch hit the air.
Shockwaves tore through the atmosphere and beat the opponent with an invisible force.
Boom!
The Green Dragon soon became protected by a gray forcefield.
The opponent’s size and momentum allowed Leon Hart to roughly measure his level.
‘A Force Dragon at Level 120? That’s going to be tough.’
“It’s the Spiritual Boxer Leon Hart of the New Top Four.”
The Dragon glared down at the human in front of him.
“I am Kranolus, the master of Rostel and a descendant of the Land Dragon.”
Kranolus’s entire body emitted fierce pressure.
“I will kill you at the behest of the Head!”
* * *
Artis and Kibie also took charge of one Ancient Dragon each and went into battle.
They were the black-scaled and the blue-scaled Dragons.
Ryu Han-bin looked at them worryingly.
“… Will they be okay?”
He had already checked their levels with the Guideline.
[Race: Black Dragon Lv. 118.]
[Race: Blue Dragon Lv. 121.]
There was little difference in level. It meant that their group couldn’t be sure if they’d win or lose.
“If we land now and finish one fast…”
“You know that won’t work, right?”
The Effir dissuaded him.
The two were hovering around the Fire Dragon Willard, preventing him from attempting extensive attacks.
They weren’t fighting in earnest. Rather, their enemy was engaged in a blood-filled battle between Sabine Asil and the other Templar Lords.
“Althea, protect your sword!”
“Be careful, Lady Sabine!”
As the level difference was huge, even if several people attacked, they were pushed back.
The good news was that everyone had gotten quite used to fighting giant monsters thanks to their battle against Uto Ksarik.
“This is nothing new.”
“We’re used to running, aren’t we?”
“We’ve never had a proper fight!”
The reason why Ryu Han-bin, their strongest ally, continued to stay in the sky was simple.
“Han-bin has to deal with Nakterion. Nobody else but him can handle a level 145 Dragon.”
Among the soldiers, there was a way to attach the weakest of their troops to the strongest of the enemy, while the strongest quickly defeated the weak of the enemy.
It was the Three Wagons Principle of the Art of War that existed on Earth. Of course, the name was different in Latna.
Unfortunately, this Three Wagons Principle, which seemed to be a sure-win method, was of little use in the current situation.
It was a cruel trick to collateralize the defeat of the weak.
Those who valued the lives of their fellow men dared not use it.
On the contrary, it was impossible to use things that did not value the lives of colleagues.
There was no way the weak would not fight seriously. Who were they going to die for? They would betray and run away before that happened.
It was only useful in matches or games, where the consequences of defeat did not lead to death.
Or a war between armies prepared with soldiers prepared to sacrifice.
Hence, they had to wait.
Even if another Ancient Dragon appeared, it should be left to his allies.
That was the way to win at the end of the day, reducing everyone’s sacrifice.
“Yes, I know that, but…”
Ryu Han-bin grabbed his Gigant tightly.
“Ugh…”
Just looking from the sky at his colleagues, who fought fiercely, made his mouth dry.
However, soon enough, the waiting opponent showed up.
“Growl!”
A huge golden fuselage shook, his wings spreading amid the battlefield. His vast Mana blew forth like a storm.
Paaa!
Gnashing his teeth, Han-bin shouted.
“You’re finally here!”
