Chapter 165: The Strongest Dragon Slayer on the Battlefield

At the moment when Constantine appeared on the battlefield, everything seemed to be decided.

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Inside the sanctuary, there was dead silence, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy.

Luna tried hard to hold back her tears, burying her little face in her sister's arms, gripping her clothing tightly.

Noah's hands were trembling. The apocalyptic scene before her was not something a child like her could bear.

Yet, she still insisted on holding her sister and comforting her.

Milan and a group of maids looked at Anna, who had been ravaged and tormented. They looked at the invincible Crimson Flame Dragon King and remained silent.

It seemed like... there was no need to struggle anymore.

Rossweise opened her eyes from her pain. She could sense a powerful aura on the battlefield.

An aura that solely belonged to the Dragon King.

She knew—Constantine had arrived.

That dragon hero who had expanded the territory for the dragon race thousands of years ago. Among all the Dragon Kings, he was one of the strongest.

"Your Majesty...", Milan lowered her head, not daring to look at Rossweise "I'm sorry, we have most likely... already lost. No one can kill a Dragon King of Constantine's level. No one..."

No one present refuted her words, because this was an undeniable fact. Milan was just the only one who dared to speak it out loud.

"Kill... the Dragon King...", Rossweise murmured these four words, clutching the bedsheet beneath her, enduring the sharp pain in her abdomen, "Killing a Dragon King... isn't that what someone is best at..."

"Your Majesty, what did you say?", The doctor beside her didn't catch her words clearly.

Rossweise closed her eyes, a tired yet relieved smile appearing on her pale face.

At this point, there was no other way.

She softly called the man's name,

"Leon..."

He responded and walked to Rossweise's bedside, still looking at her with a serious expression.

"I can't do it anymore... Leon, I can't do it anymore...", She looked at the former nemesis before her. Her silver eyes, usually so sharp, were now filled with helplessness.

Leon said nothing, but from his eyes, Rossweise could see his answer.

She closed her eyes, and a hot tear slid from the corner of her eye, soaking into the pillow, "You know where I put your things. The key is in the second drawer."

Leon nodded, opened the drawer, and took out a key.

Then, he bypassed the crowd and walked to Noah and Luna, squatting down in front of them.

He first squeezed Luna's cold little hand, then looked at Noah.

Father and daughter gazed at each other, as if there were countless words they wanted to say.

But in the end, Leon only said one simple sentence:

"Take care of your sister and your mother. You can do it."

"Daddy... you, you will come back, right?", Noah asked, trembling.

"Mm, I will come back. Didn't we promise to go to the beach together?", He patted Noah's head, said no more, and stood up, walking toward the door.

"Leon!... Leon...", Rossweise's weak voice called out.

Leon stopped at the door, half-turned his head, and responded in a deep voice, "I know. Leave it to me."

After speaking, he said no more, opened the door, and quickly rushed out of the sanctuary.

He arrived at Rossweise's secret warehouse, used the key to open the door, and walked down the steps toward the deepest part.

There, he found a wooden chest. Opening it, he saw a set of black armor inside.

As if reuniting with an old friend, Leon reached out and gently ran his fingertips over the chest plate of the black-gold battle armor.

"Old friend, accompany me for one last madness."

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It is not often that the Dragon King personally arrives on the battlefield.

And there are only two situations that can make the Dragon King personally join the battle.

Either victory in this war must be secured, or the opponent's Dragon King-level combat power has already appeared.

Anna could not understand what necessity the Crimson Flame Dragon Clan had to seize the Silver Dragon's territory. The two great dragon clans had no grievances or hatred for thousands of years, so why did they suddenly launch an attack?

She was pressed to the ground by Constantine's dragon claw, her dragon blood nearly drained dry, on the verge of death.

She did not know whether Her Majesty had successfully retreated, whether the two princesses were safe, and as for the prince… He did not seem to have much combat power, so could he even take care of his wife and children?

Anna's body was on the verge of collapse. She knew she could no longer endure Constantine's next attack.

But even so, she still tried to resist.

A fragile dragon flame spurted from her mouth, but unfortunately, such a weak attack was not even worth Constantine dodging or defending against.

Constantine looked down at Anna from above, his crimson dragon pupils full of arrogance and disdain.

Constantine slowly gathered high-purity dragon flames in his mouth, intending to end Anna's suffering.

Anna finally stopped struggling and slowly closed her eyes.

Hundreds of silver dragons charged at Constantine recklessly, but with Anna, their temporary leader, already defeated, their morale was unstable and they had no command. Such reckless assaults were no different from suicide.

The high temperatures gradually swept in. Amid the fiery red glow, Anna seemed to see the true god of death.

But suddenly, a sharp bird cry rang in her ears.

In the next moment, the dragon flame that was about to burn Anna to ashes was shattered by a single strike.

She opened her eyes, not understanding what had happened.

But seeing Constantine's reaction, 'Could it be… Her Majesty came to support them?'

'No, impossible.'

'Her Majesty is still in labor—it is absolutely impossible for him to rush here under such circumstances.'

'But if someone could easily crush Constantine's dragon flames… other than Her Majesty, who else could it be?'

Constantine slowly lifted his dragon head. Ahead, there was a long trench pierced through by lightning, with dozens of Crimson Dragon corpses lying on both sides.

And at the other end of the trench, in front of the Silver Dragon Sanctuary's gate, a lone and slender figure stood there.

A black-and-silver interwoven armor, surrounded by flashing lightning—without a doubt, it was this person who, in an instant, had killed several Crimson Flame Dragons and interrupted Constantine's fatal strike on Anna.

Constantine slightly narrowed his dragon pupils, "Is that the target 'they' were talking about? Looks like… indeed very strong."

Leon slowly took steps forward, neither fast nor slow, heading toward the battlefield ahead.

The silver paint on the surface of the black-gold war chariot gradually dried—this was a simple disguise he made before coming to the battlefield to avoid exposing his human identity.

Paint was easy to find. He had used a lot of this kind of paint when making cubes for Noah and Luna.

Back in the war days, most dragons only recognized this black armor. Though the disguise now was a bit rough, it was still better than doing nothing.

Besides, it was nighttime—without close proximity, it would be difficult to spot any flaws.

And just now, that Chidori strike had consumed some of the magic power stored in Leon's dragon patterns.

He raised his hand and pressed it against his chest armor, feeling the remaining magic power at this moment.

Then, he looked up again at the massive Constantine before him.

After making a rough estimate, he thought, 'Before my magic power runs out, killing him should not be a problem.'

At first, when Leon saw the Silver Dragon Clan gradually gaining the upper hand, he thought there was no need for him to intervene in this battle.

As long as he stayed by Rossweise and his daughters, serving as the final line of defense, that would be enough.

But only when Constantine descended onto the battlefield and reclaimed the advantage with crushing strength did Leon realize just how much this crazed male dragon wanted to win this war.

Very well, since Constantine was so desperate for victory, Leon would make sure he would not get it.

Going against dragons—this was Leon's old profession.

His gaze swept over the battlefield littered with corpses, roughly estimating the number of Crimson Flame Dragons. He thought to himself, luckily he hadn't acted earlier, or else he would have wasted his magic power and wouldn't have the confidence to face Constantine now.

With a limited mana bar, if all the skills were used on small mobs, would he have to fight the boss with basic attacks?

That would be ridiculous.

As Leon stepped into the battlefield, the Crimson Flame Dragon Clan also reacted.

Several red dragons pounced toward Leon.

They used their bodies to form a "prison," trapping Leon within.

Immediately after, they gathered dragon flames, intending to burn Leon alive inside this cage.

Constantine was also surprised by this human's courage, 'He actually dared to walk straight toward us. Is he crazy?'

But as it turned out, Constantine was overthinking.

From the gaps in the "prison," several streaks of lightning burst forth. In the next moment, powerful lightning magic blasted the few Crimson Flame Dragons in all directions.

Meanwhile, Leon still stood firmly in place, his entire body covered in blazing lightning.

At that moment, the thirst for dragon blood in his very bones was finally reawakened.

A mighty aura burst forth from his body.

In the eyes of the dragons, that small figure seemed like the incarnation of the God of Thunder.

Not only did the Crimson Flame Dragons on the battlefield feel a surge of fear, but even the Silver Dragon warriors felt a trace of dread toward this "ally" they had never seen before.

"He hasn't even transformed into his dragon form, yet with just a frail human shape, he can unleash such powerful magic… Is he the new Dragon King raised by the Silver Dragon Clan?"

"And that aura on him… It feels… strangely familiar."

"Who exactly is inside that armor?"

"…"

The Crimson Dragon warriors couldn't help but discuss among themselves.

But with a dragon roar from Constantine, all the shock and fear were immediately suppressed, "NO MATTER WHO HE IS—KILL HIM."

At Constantine's command, dozens of Crimson Dragons attacked Leon again.

And once more, the sharp, piercing bird cry rang out.

Leon slightly spread his arms, gathering lightning magic—Chidori in each hand.

He slowly crouched down, his footsteps accelerating.

Both sides charged at each other at extreme speed.

In close combat, Leon was like a lightning-forged blade cutting into the dragon horde.

Blood splattered, lightning flashed, and within the cries of Chidori, the Crimson Flame Dragons' screams and wails intertwined.

The pain of a body being cut apart by lightning was far beyond that of a blade.

That silver-and-black armor moved unhindered, slaughtering at will.

Every step he took was upon bones and blood.

It was a one-sided massacre, utterly overwhelming.

Regardless of human or dragon form, in the face of that unbeatable lightning, they were as fragile as paper.

And yet, Leon was not even fighting at full strength.

He only wanted to settle Constantine before running out of magic power, so he had to deal with these obstacles along the way.

At that moment, within the sanctuary, Noah's eyes widened in horror.

She could hardly believe that the humanoid meat grinder on the battlefield was her own father.

That gentle man who always spoke softly, could cook, do housework, and take care of Mom…

It was as if he had become a completely different person.

Although Noah had always suspected that her father was very strong…

Seeing it firsthand today, she couldn't help but wonder, 'Isn't Daddy a bit too strong?'

"I thought His Highness… wasn't good at fighting," a maid muttered.

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