Chapter 329: The End

Inside a tent at the military camp of the Duchy of Nosoxi

"When can this war end?" A robust young man lying on a bloodstained bed murmured listlessly, his face filled with confusion.

Beside him, a set of heavy armor covered with claw marks lay, his vital reliance on the battlefield.

"Just flatten the Zaychik Great Forest, take it down, and then we can go home," replied a soldier chewing on jerky without looking up.

"Flatten Zaychik, are you joking? Nucalan, Nosoxi, and Mozeli—three kingdoms united nearly a million troops, yet we haven't even broken through the outskirts of Zaychik."

"I heard from my commander that most of the monsters are assembled right in front of us; if we can crush them, this war will be over," another soldier who had taken off his heavy armor interjected.

"Crush those monsters? You must be dreaming, more like us getting crushed," grumbled a sergeant, half-asleep in the corner of the tent, opening his eyes with irritation.

"Sergeant, do you think we will be defeated? That's impossible, right? Our three duchies together have seven legends, we can't possibly lose? I heard there's only one legendary red dragon on the other side."

"Just one? Ha, that's a primeval red dragon, if it really loses its temper, our three great duchies might as well be erased from this world, and we'll all be doomed.

Those idiotic nobles have water for brains, actually daring to provoke a primeval red dragon."

The sergeant in the corner of the tent cursed freely, venting his dissatisfaction and inner fear.

"Sir, if the military police hear what you're saying, you're going to be in big trouble."

"Who's afraid of them? Joining this battlefield already meant facing inevitable death; I've prepared my will, it doesn't matter anymore," said the disheveled sergeant nonchalantly.

"A will?" Inside the tent, the soldiers looked at each other, their faces revealing unease. Even knowing gods exist, mortals still fear the arrival of death.

"What? Haven't you prepared your wills?" The sergeant looked at his newly assigned soldiers with a mocking gaze. "Then you better write them fast."

"Sergeant, isn't that a bit exaggerated? We're heavy shield soldiers. Our survival rate is the highest among all troops."

"Heh, when this war just started, I was transferred here as a regular soldier, just like you, but after one battle, I became a sergeant. Know why?"

Seeing the envious and curious looks from his subordinates, the sergeant chuckled, "Because after that battle, everyone in my unit, including the sergeant, was killed, leaving only me.

So, I became the sergeant, and it's been eight months now. You are the thirteenth batch of soldiers I've led."

"Sergeant, what about the soldiers you led before?"

"They're all dead. I hope you'll last longer under my command." The sergeant smiled bitterly, his smile tinged with resignation.

The atmosphere in the tent instantly became oppressive, but just then, a thunderous dragon roar echoed, sounding like an explosion right beside their ears. Inside the tent, all the soldiers felt dizzy.

Then, a terrifying and desperate aura overwhelmed them, "Thud! Thud!" All the soldiers fell like limp shrimps, either lying on the ground or kneeling.

"Sergeant, what is this?" A soldier crawling on the ground, unable to control his limbs, asked tremblingly, filled with fear.

"This is a sign the war is ending." Contrary to the ordinary soldiers' panic, the sergeant, unable to control his limbs under this pressure, knelt down but showed a look of ecstasy. He had felt a similar pressure on the battlefield before; it was dragon might.

"Such powerful dragon might, it must be that dragon." The sergeant crawled and rolled out of the tent, and outside, chaos reigned, almost everyone was either kneeling or lying down like him.

"The Creator of the Forests, that legendary being has finally appeared." Lying on the ground, the sergeant looked up at the crimson figure flying overhead, spreading its wings across the sky, a bright smile on his face, "Finally, I can go home and see my wife."

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"Bronya, there are seven legends on the other side, can you really handle it?" Muria, standing on the back of the nearly 120-meter-long red dragon, asked with some apprehension.

"No need, they're just humans."

"Alright!" Despite saying this, Muria already had his ultimate staff in hand, conservatively sensing the nearest ancient metal dragon.

"Bronya!" Just as they flew into the center of the human alliance's military camp, seven figures enveloped in elements or battle aura tore through the space, surrounding the red dragon.

Not only that, from below in the camp, one after another human at the gold and soul levels rose into the air, surrounding him, numbering nearly three hundred, though most were at the gold level.

"I give you humans a chance, surrender to me now, sign a treaty of non-aggression, and compensate for the damage you've caused me, and I will spare your lives."

"Arrogant, even as a red dragon, you should not underestimate us so." Hearing Bronya's words, the strongest legendary swordsman drew his sword and slashed down, sending a hundred-meter-long sword beam at Bronya.

...Standing on Bronya's broad back, Muria finally witnessed the enormous gap between humans and dragonkind that was difficult to bridge.

Seven human legends, four low-tier, including two at tier one, and three mid-tier legends, in addition to over two hundred gold-level and dozens of soul-level combatants.

Such a force, in perfect condition and fully equipped, was actually being toyed with by Bronya alone.

It's worth noting that Bronya was only at legendary tier four, and because Muria was on her back, she was diverting part of her focus to protect him, not able to exert her full strength.

Indeed, Bronya had brought him along intentionally, wanting him to witness a legendary battle up close. Muria agreed to come along because he was concerned that if Bronya was overwhelmed by the human legends, he could summon ancient dragons in time to save the situation.

As it turned out, Muria was overly concerned. The seven human legends posed no threat to Bronya, who stylishly toyed with them.

And those gold and soul-level fighters attacking Bronya were not specifically targeted by her; she simply swiped them aside when they obstructed her path. Then, these high-ranking humans, like moths to a flame, instantly turned to ash.

As a red dragon raised by ancestral gold dragons to near-ancient dragon status, Bronya also possessed powerful casting abilities. The greatest damage the human legends could inflict was a thirty-meter-long sword cut left by the tier five legendary swordsman on her body.

And then there was no more after that; the swordsman was directly flung away by Bronya's tail, nearly exploding on impact.

Legendary tiers one to three are considered low-tier, four to six mid-tier, and seven to nine high-tier.

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