Chapter 286: Killing Intent

"Where are the legends of your country?" Upon hearing the Red Archbishop's introduction to this variant fang dragon, Muria, with a heart boiling with killing intent, suddenly thought of something.

Having slaughtered over three million humans, no country on the Osniro continent could ignore such casualties. This continent does not have a unified empire.

"Before Paleblood Devourer ascended to legend, legends could not make their move against it," Sukada said, his face showing a mix of embarrassment and humiliation.

"Why not take action?" The red dragon Otriales asked curiously. As a dragon that had been hunted by human legends, it was particularly curious about this. It did not believe that human legends would adhere to any nonsensical principle of not bullying the weak.

"Paleblood Devourer offers half of the loot from each of our human cities it raids to an ancient blue dragon, gaining its protection," Sukada said with an extremely angry tone.

"Hmm, I roughly understand now," Muria nodded, then looked towards the temple exit, "Are the only ones attacking your city these corrupted mutant fang dragons? Paleblood Devourer didn't come?"

"It didn't come. If that evil dragon had come, the city would have definitely been breached by now," the warrior, who had been slapped into a pillar by the red dragon Otriales, struggled to crawl out, spitting blood as he answered.

As a gold-level warrior, his injuries, though severe, were not fatal. After being smashed into the pillar, he had come to his senses, after listening to a bit of the conversation between Archbishop Sukada and Muria and the dragons.

The warrior realized that the slap he received was purely his own fault; he had attacked the reinforcements, his own people. Logically speaking, he was in the wrong, and without resorting to logic... his fist was not as big as theirs.

"Let's go then, and take a look outside. Your situation seems dire," Muria stepped out of the temple first. The sounds of fighting outside were diminishing, with the roars and howls of the human side weakening, while those filled with brutal ferocity were becoming louder.

Muria paused slightly after stepping out of the teleportation hall because, at that moment, thousands of hopeful eyes turned towards him. The owners of these eyes wore cheap or even tattered clothes, and they didn't possess any particular aura.

The young man with black hair and golden eyes looked at the nearly squeezing humanity filling every possible space inside the temple, then turned his gaze back to the Red Archbishop following closely behind him.

He suddenly understood something: the temples of human gods, no matter where, even in a small city, are quite grand and majestic.

Previously, with malicious intent, he speculated that the churches worshiping the gods built the temples so grandly, even to the extent that dragons or giants could move around in them, as a vanity project that wasted the people's resources.

But seeing the scene before him, Muria realized that his past life's perceptions had misled him, always speculating about the gods with extremely malicious thoughts.

He didn't know about other gods, but the gods of the human's lawful good alignment really lived up to the worship and faith of humanity. This could be seen from the churches under their command.

The temples of the human good gods are places for believers to pray during peaceful times, but now, in times of war, all churches of the good gods are shelters. Thus, the larger the temple, the more civilians it can accommodate.

"Is this the Golden Dragon?"

"He doesn't look like it!"

"He's just a child!"

As Muria walked out in front, whispers reached his ears. Sukada, following Muria, bowed slightly, his face showing a plea, "Golden Dragon, as you see, could you demonstrate your might as a Golden Dragon?"

"It should not be I who showcases might, but you, Ryan." Muria continued forward without turning his head, but he sent a wave of emotional fluctuation filled with sentiment into the consciousness of a red-haired young man following in the team.

"But alas, you are too weak now. Even if you reveal your identity as a Demon Hunter Knight, you cannot give them confidence."

In such a scene, Muria, under the gaze of the civilians sheltering in the temple, let fine gold scales emerge on his face one after another. On both sides of his forehead, three pairs of horns extending in different directions slowly protruded.

A beautiful young man took a few steps forward, and his face revealed gold scales and horns grew on his forehead, turning into a non-human monster. This impactful scene, rather than causing panic among these mortals, filled them with excitement and fervor.

As Muria revealed his draconic bloodline, a light golden draconic aura with a suppressing sensation spread out. Without resistance, as soon as a hint of draconic aura emanated from Muria, all civilians, with ecstatic expressions, prostrated themselves in submission.

Ryan, the Demon Hunter Knight following Muria, clenched his fists upon seeing this. When ordinary humans were in a moment of crisis, the arrival of a non-human entity filled them with hope and confidence in the future once again.

"This continent seems to be much more chaotic than Ionia," Muria commented, slightly turning his head to look at the glaring claw marks outside the temple, then towards the battlefield from where roaring and howling sounds continuously emanated.

A huge semi-transparent protective shield covered the entire city, the city's defensive magic formation. However, the shaky appearance of this translucent aura shield indicated that the protective magic formation wouldn't last much longer.

At the outermost layer of this faltering aura shield, various spells and crossbow bolts shot out, hitting the besieging monster horde. Occasionally, the brilliant beam of a magic cannon shot through, carving a path of blood and flesh through the dense mass of monsters.

"Roar!" "Roar!"... The brutal roar of dragons came, with three oddly shaped dragons soaring above the city. They were the main force behind the siege, with the besiegers merely serving as cannon fodder.

"Indeed, mutated fang dragons." Muria, interestedly observing the three fang dragons attacking the aura shield, "I don't remember fang dragons being able to fly so high."

The three strange dragons in the sky, covered in hard bony plate armor, had sharp bone spurs protruding from their joints, and their long dragon tails ended in a pair of large scythe-like bone blades.

Their eyes glowed with a crimson light, and their heads were covered with small horns and spikes, similar to normal fang dragons. The only difference was their wings.

Normal fang dragons have short wings, with very limited flying capability, only able to charge forward by rapidly flapping their wings. But the three fang dragons in the sky could circle high above with their wings spread wide.

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