The Dragon Realm Blood War and Rosen’s Trump Card

At Dragon God Mountain in the Dragon Realm, every Dragon Deity had gathered beneath the Dragon Blood Divine Tree.

All of them could only stand, their expressions complicated as they gazed at the three Dragon Gods seated at the front, their backs turned to the rest.

A new Dragon God had appeared in their world—one who called himself the Yinglong Dragon God.

And now, alongside the Solar Dragon God and the Infernal Blood Dragon God, he had agreed to launch a war that would sweep across the entire Dragon Realm.

The Dragon Realm had been completely sealed off.

Neither the Arcane Weave nor the Main God Network could be accessed.

All forms of external communication had been cut off—entirely severed by the three Dragon Gods.

This was the great authority that True Gods wielded.

Even as Dragon Deities, they could only stand quietly and await the outcome.

"Should I expose the traitors hiding among the Dragon Race?"

Rosen casually asked as he bit into a Dragon Blood Sacred Fruit.

"You can do it, but don't kill the wrong ones."

The Infernal Blood Dragon reminded him.

"Watch me."

Rosen smirked as he reached through space, summoning his true body's Void Sketchbook.

Then, he began painting the Dragon Deities standing behind him, one by one.

Each completed painting automatically filled in both the past and future.

Any Dragon Deity who had betrayed the Dragon Race was immediately exposed by Time Script.

With Time Script combined with Prophetic Painting, Rosen could effortlessly reveal a deity's past and future, then use the Universal Printer to print life-sized manga records and hand them to the two Dragon Gods.

The terrifying accuracy of Rosen's foresight left the two Dragon Gods in awe.

But that awe quickly turned into rage.

Among dozens of Dragon Deities, seven had already betrayed the Dragon Race and aligned with foreign deities.

Almost simultaneously, the two Dragon Gods unleashed their respective Divine Law Domains, pulling the seven traitors inside.

Of course, they wouldn't blindly trust the Yinglong Dragon God.

They would first imprison the suspects and forcefully extract their memories.

If they turned out to be innocent, the Yinglong Dragon God would have to answer for it.

If they were guilty, this would be the perfect opportunity to purge the Dragon Race.

Though these seven Dragon Deities were not weak, they were currently inside the Dragon Realm.

And inside the Dragon Realm, Dragon Gods were far more than ordinary True Gods.

Each Dragon God could control up to 20% of the Dragon Realm's authority.

This meant that each Dragon God possessed 20% of a Great True God's power—more than enough to crush a normal True God with ease.

The Mother of Flesh had only escaped unscathed because the two Dragon Gods had not drawn upon the Dragon Realm's power.

Since Yinglong had long perished, the Dragon Realm had been growing weaker.

Every time the Dragon Realm's power was used, it diminished further, so Dragon Gods were reluctant to rely on it.

Furthermore, killing a Corrupt God like the Mother of Flesh would damage their fate energy and cause them to be rejected by the Main World.

But this time, the Solar Dragon God was truly enraged.

Drawing upon the Dragon Realm's core power, he effortlessly crushed the seven Dragon Deities.

After extracting their memories, it became clear that the Yinglong Dragon God's prophecy had been entirely accurate.

"Can you do the same for those below the deity level?"

The Solar Dragon God asked.

"Of course, but you need to provide the models."

Rosen replied confidently.

The Solar Dragon God—who controlled all the light in the Dragon Realm—casually bent light refraction, generating a mirage of every single Dragon across the entire realm, projecting them around Dragon God Mountain.

There were millions.

The sheer number made Rosen's scalp tingle.

Was the Solar Dragon God insane?

Did he really expect him to root out every single traitor in the Dragon Realm?

"I'll do my best."

Rosen sighed helplessly.

He had already claimed the Dragon Realm as his own.

Eventually, all Dragons would become his subordinates.

He couldn't afford to let spies leak information to foreign deities.

The Solar Dragon God was pleased.

Being forced to cede part of the Dragon Realm to a Primordial Human had infuriated him.

Now, at least, he could vent some of that frustration.

Rosen couldn't possibly paint millions of pure-blooded dragons one by one.

So this time, he focused entirely on Prophetic Paintings, directly foreseeing which pure-blooded dragons had already secretly aligned with foreign deities.

It was still a massive task, but at least it was manageable.

As each Prophetic Painting was completed, the Solar Dragon God handed them to the Dragon Deities present.

One by one, the Dragons exposed in the paintings were swiftly captured.

In truth, the Solar Dragon God and the Infernal Blood Dragon did have their own ways of detecting spies through foresight techniques.

However, spies were an endless problem—for every batch eliminated, the enemy would cultivate a new one.

The cost of rooting out spies was far greater than the cost of the enemy planting them.

Thus, whether there were traitors among lower-ranked Dragons was largely irrelevant.

As long as the Dragon Deities remained loyal, the Dragon Race had nothing to fear in terms of intelligence leaks.

This time, the Solar Dragon God was willing to purge all spies, not just because he had suffered losses to Rosen and wanted to cause him trouble, but also to send a warning and cleanse the Dragon Race.

Most importantly, he did not want foreign deities to learn of the existence of the Yinglong Dragon God.

While those on Dragon God Mountain harbored various schemes, preparations for war were already underway on the Dragon God Battlefield.

Originally, the war was supposed to begin with gradual territorial advances from the outer edges of the Dragon Realm.

However, the Infernal Blood Dragon proposed a better alternative.

This war would inevitably result in countless deaths.

If so, then those deaths should at least be valuable.

If all the fallen died on the Dragon God Battlefield, the Dragon Blood Divine Tree would absorb their essence and produce more Dragon Blood Sacred Fruits.

So the Infernal Blood Dragon reshaped the Dragon God Battlefield, transforming it into a miniature replica of the Dragon Realm.

Whatever territory Rosen managed to conquer on this battlefield, he would receive an equivalent portion of the actual Dragon Realm.

At the edge of the Miniature Dragon Realm Battlefield, Rosen's army was fully assembled and ready to attack.

Over a thousand Sequence 2 Angels and ten thousand Sequence 3 Angels.

An equal number of Metallic Slimes.

An equal number of Golden Mummies.

And an equal number of Sequence 3 Ashen Hive Queens and Treant warriors.

A total of three thousand Sequence 2 units and sixty thousand Sequence 3 units.

The sheer scale of this formation made the Dragon Deities watching from Dragon God Mountain feel a chill down their spines.

No one knew how many pure-blooded Dragons would perish in this battle.

Like a raging tidal wave, hundreds of millions of Dragon Beasts charged toward Rosen's army.

Quantity could compensate for quality—but only if the gap in power wasn't too vast.

A horde of hundreds of millions ranging from Sequence 9 to Sequence 5 might seem overwhelming,

But against Rosen's army, they were nothing more than fodder.

Given enough time, his forces could wipe them out without a scratch.

While the Dragon Beasts were massive in number, only a limited amount could engage Rosen's army at once.

And that limited number had nowhere near the ranged firepower to threaten tens of thousands of Demi-Gods.

As the Dragon Beast horde closed in, the Treant army was the first to strike back.

Countless Bloodthirsty Vines erupted from the ground, tunneling beneath the battlefield.

Once they reached designated positions, they exploded into rapid growth.

At the same time, the Treants collectively hurled Elemental Boulders into the sky.

Like a meteor shower, the boulders rained down upon the Dragon Beast horde,

Causing massive tremors with every impact.

Some Dragon Beasts were crushed instantly.

Others were trampled to death by the ones behind them.

Then, from beneath the earth, Bloodthirsty Vines burst forth, rapidly devouring flesh and spreading further.

The surface of the battlefield became laced with razor-sharp spines formed by the vines.

Any Dragon Beast that stepped on them was instantly impaled.

The spines carried a pain curse, sending the wounded Dragon Beasts into uncontrollable spasms.

As they thrashed, they collided with the ones charging behind them,

Triggering a massive chain reaction of trampling and slaughter.

Even before the rest of Rosen's forces joined the fray,

The Treants alone had already painted the battlefield in rivers of blood.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Over ten thousand Treants had fought in fierce combat for ten straight days.

The Dragon Beast horde was nothing more than cannon fodder.

As long as it could continuously drain the divine energy of Rosen's forces, it wasn't considered a loss.

The Treants had managed to hold out for so long because they were rooted in the earth, granting them incredible regenerative capabilities.

But now, even the Treants were reaching their limit.

The Dragon Beast horde began pushing forward, inching closer to the Metallic Slimes.

Massive Abyssal Slimes—creatures that had nearly eaten themselves to death in the Abyss—merged and restructured, forming an impenetrable metal wall.

This wall stretched for thousands of miles, stood over a hundred meters thick, and reached a kilometer in height.

The upper portion of the wall split open, revealing countless cannon barrels.

Over the years, Rosen had left the Metallic Slimes under Amy's guidance, allowing them to consume countless mechanical constructs.

Having reached the Demi-God level, the Metallic Slimes had undergone a massive boost in intelligence.

Each one had mastered multiple transformation abilities.

Now, the Metallic Slimes were no longer just defensive tanks with weak offense.

They had become powerhouses—both unstoppable in attack and unbreakable in defense.

The Dragon Beast horde was met with a relentless barrage of elemental energy beams, blocked dozens of miles away from the wall.

No matter how many died, they couldn't even get close.

As long as the Metallic Slimes and Treants continued rotating shifts, no amount of cannon fodder would ever breach the defenses.

Seeing the battle unfold like this, the Infernal Blood Dragon couldn't help but feel puzzled.

No matter how many Dragon Beasts died, it was like a drop in the ocean.

As long as the female supernatural creatures remained alive, pure-blooded Dragons could easily breed and produce countless more Dragon Beasts.

The sole purpose of the male Dragon Beasts in the horde was to be cannon fodder.

Their function was to slow down the enemy's advance and delay their territorial conquest.

But if Rosen's army was just sitting there defending, killing endless waves of Dragon Beast fodder, what was the point?

By the thirtieth day of the war, over a hundred million Dragon Beasts had already perished at the edge of the Dragon God Battlefield.

The ground was now a vast swamp of blood, flesh, and bone fragments.

At this point, even the Dragon Beasts themselves struggled to move across the blood-soaked terrain.

Finally, the pure-blooded Dragons commanding the horde decided to deploy something more valuable—the flying Dragon Beasts.

The Treants and Metallic Slimes had been rotating shifts for a month, but even they were starting to wear down.

At this moment, the Golden Mummies, who had been hiding within the Treants, finally made their move.

Under the command of Golden Mummy Sorcerers wielding Necromantic War Magic, the souls of the countless fallen Dragon Beasts began to rise, transforming into wraiths that took to the skies, engaging in fierce aerial combat against the Flying Dragon Beasts.

Meanwhile, on the ground, a terrifying chain reaction of corpse explosion spells erupted.

The dead Dragon Beasts detonated one after another, the resulting shockwaves killing even more Dragon Beasts, whose remains in turn became fresh material for additional corpse explosions.

At this moment, the Treants uprooted themselves, marching forward with the Golden Mummies.

Wherever they passed, the ground was littered with corpses, and no Dragon Beast could stand in their way.

The Golden Mummy Sorcerers displayed their full might, while the Golden Mummy Pharaohs summoned even more low-rank Golden Mummies, along with swarms of Golden Scarabs that devoured flesh and multiplied endlessly.

In the end, the Golden Scarabs swarmed across the battlefield, combining with the corpse explosion spells to force the Dragon Beast horde into retreat.

However, another issue had emerged.

Rosen's army size was limited.

It was unstoppable in concentrated attacks, but it lacked the numbers to spread out and occupy land.

And that was the true purpose of the Dragon Beast fodder.

As long as the tens of thousands of elite troops couldn't spread out to claim land, Rosen wouldn't be able to seize much territory in the Dragon Realm.

The Treants and Golden Mummies rampaged through the horde for another month, launching seven consecutive deep strikes and emerging unscathed.

Yet, despite all this effort, the actual territory conquered was shockingly small.

The Infernal Blood Dragon and the Solar Dragon God couldn't help but laugh.

"You shouldn't celebrate too soon."

Rosen warned as he issued new battle orders.

The Angels, who had been on standby, soared into the sky, activating Holy Barriers that shielded all allied troops.

At the same time, countless Golden Scarabs, which had been breeding for the past month, began releasing a variety of flesh-consuming plagues from their bodies.

Each species of Dragon Beast had been specifically targeted with a custom-designed plague.

Rosen possessed complete genetic blueprints for all Dragon Beasts, making it effortless for him to develop tailored plagues.

And among them, the Flesh Rot Plague was the deadliest.

Not only did it rapidly wither flesh, but it also drove its victims into a berserk frenzy before death.

A wave of self-destruction spread through the Dragon Beast horde, causing them to turn on each other.

The entire horde collapsed.

For two months, Rosen had cultivated and strengthened the plague strains, preparing for this final strike.

Now, every single Dragon Beast was doomed.

With their fodder wiped out, gathering replacement Dragon Beasts from other regions would take considerable time.

Seizing the opportunity, Rosen's tens of thousands of troops began advancing inward from the battlefield's edge.

"Let's see how you hold your ground after dividing your forces."

The Infernal Blood Dragon sneered.

"I no longer need to defend."

Rosen replied cryptically.

The Solar Dragon God, possessing the keenest perception, was the first to detect a major shift on the battlefield.

The pure-blooded Dragons—tasked with regrouping and rallying the remaining Dragon Beasts—were suddenly dying in droves.

Yet, their bodies were completely intact.

Instead, their Dragon Souls and divine essence had been obliterated,

Making it impossible to reassemble a new Dragon Beast horde.

The Solar Dragon God quickly realized—

The pure-blooded Dragons were being killed by an entity that shattered their mental seas.

It was some kind of special spirit-like lifeform, one that could directly invade consciousness, destroy Dragon Souls, and wipe out divine essence.

Their numbers exceeded a thousand, and without exception, they were all Sequence 1 entities.

If this continued for a full year, the entire battlefield would be cleared of pure-blooded Dragons.

The Solar Dragon God immediately relayed urgent orders,

Forcing the pure-blooded Dragons to cluster together for protection.

With numerous Sequence 1 Dragons banding together, the Death Hunters' assassination spree was somewhat suppressed.

However, though the Dragons survived,

Their ability to recreate the Dragon Beast horde was completely crippled.

If this continued, who knew how much territory would fall into enemy hands?

Left with no other choice, the pure-blooded Dragons were forced to personally step onto the front lines and engage Rosen's troops directly.

This time, they refused to hold back.

Each Dragon summoned their personal retainers from within their Dragon Nests.

Unlike the mindless Dragon Beasts, these retainers were high-intelligence Dragon-blooded creatures.

Among them, Demi-God-level entities were not uncommon.

Across the battlefield, millions of pure-blooded Dragon Demi-Gods summoned tens of millions of Demi-God retainers.

This was the true foundation of the Dragon Race.

Had it not been for the Death Hunters' merciless assassinations,

The Dragon Race never would have been forced to deploy them.

Despite their power, Rosen's tens of thousands of Demi-God troops were grossly outnumbered.

Against a force a thousand times their size, they would be annihilated in a direct battle.

However—

Suddenly, some Dragon retainers began attacking their own allies.

Even some pure-blooded Dragons turned on each other, striking to kill.

The Death Hunters had begun their attack long before the Solar Dragon God had noticed.

However, instead of immediately erasing the pure-blooded Dragons' divine essence, they had secretly collaborated with the Undead Queen, planting Soul Parasite Eggs inside them.

To avoid detection, they had only targeted Sequence 3 pure-blooded Dragons.

And their numbers were limited—only three thousand pure-blooded Dragons had been parasitized and controlled.

At first, only a hundred or so pure-blooded Dragons erupted into rebellion.

They were quickly subdued by their own kin.

But whenever the Dragon retainers gathered in large numbers, another hundred pure-blooded Dragons would turn traitor, using their retainers to strike from within.

In the end, the entire battlefield was thrown into chaos, with over a million pure-blooded Dragons becoming paranoid, unable to trust even those fighting beside them.

Only after half a month were they able to root out all the infected kin.

With internal threats eliminated, the tens of millions of Dragon retainers finally launched a full-scale assault.

Faced with a barrage of Draconic Magic and Arcane Spells,

The Metallic Slimes bore the brunt of the defensive effort.

The Death Hunters and Ashen Hive Queens specialized in stealth and assassination.

Meanwhile, the Angels, Treants, and Golden Mummies clashed head-on with the enemy.

However, in less than three days, the Ashen Hive Queens were completely wiped out.

All Sequence 3 Metallic Slimes were eradicated.

Every Sequence 3 Treant and Golden Mummy had perished.

The only survivors were the Angels, due to their resurrection ability.

Even the Death Hunters suffered heavy losses, as many were hunted down by Sequence 1 pure-blooded Dragons.

Rosen's forces had sustained tremendous casualties,

But over ten thousand Demi-God pure-blooded Dragons had fallen as well.

Both sides had descended into madness, but the outcome was already clear.

The Infernal Blood Dragon was already considering how to compensate Rosen after the war.

He knew that ceding one-third of the Dragon Realm was out of the question.

But one-tenth?

That was a reasonable compromise.

The Infernal Blood Dragon was already waiting for Rosen to admit defeat.

However, from beginning to end, Rosen's expression remained unchanged.

Several more days passed.

Apart from the Death Hunters, every single one of Rosen's troops had been annihilated.

At this point, the pure-blooded Dragons turned their full force toward exterminating the Death Hunters.

Even though the Death Hunters were masters of phasing through consciousness seas,

They were still being dragged out and slaughtered one by one by the Titled Demi-God Dragons.

When the last Death Hunter finally fell,

Another several thousand pure-blooded Dragons had died in the process.

Yet, before the pure-blooded Dragons could celebrate their victory,

Rosen had already risen to his feet at the summit of Dragon God Mountain.

With a single step, he vanished into the void—

Instantly reappearing amidst the corpses of his fallen troops.

Rosen pulled out the Hourglass of Time and activated the Temporal Domain, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Inside the Hourglass, the Divine Sand Grains began to flow in reverse.

And in less than ten days, every single fallen soldier was fully resurrected, as if time itself had never moved forward.

Without hesitation, Rosen then retrieved the sealed Divine Core of the Mother of Flesh, held within the Primordial Star Core.

Lifting his hand, he cast a Flesh Curse over the tens of thousands of miles of corpses and blood-soaked earth.

In an instant, the mountains of flesh and blood came alive,

Rapidly expanding and devouring everything in their path.

Before the Infernal Blood Dragon could even question why the Yinglong Dragon God was personally intervening,

He suddenly realized—

The divine presence Rosen was emitting was only at Sequence 1.

And then it hit him—

There was an extremely high chance that the Mother of Flesh had already fallen at Rosen's hands.

(End of Chapter)