Dracotitán

Seeing the target he had just chosen being whipped by a suddenly appeared golden dragon, the knight clad in silver-white demon hunting armor stood dumbfounded on his magic-guided warhorse, then turned to look at the Golden Knight.

"Didn't I say there's no need to rush? It won't even be our turn to make a move. This one dragon can dominate the entire field."

"What kind of dragon is this?" Seeing Muria treating the Red Dragon like a dragon-shaped sandbag, Golden Knight Leon asked his father. He had seen various kinds of chromatic and metallic dragons, but he had never seen one like this before. Looking at it, he even felt a sense of worship rising within him.

"…Probably a Golden Dragon!" The rogue uncle replied after a slight pause, also uncertain of the dragon's identity, but without a doubt, it was a dragon of a very high level.

Seeing him press the Crimson Wing Ortles to the ground and rub it around, and the Red Dragon's counterattacks couldn't even bite off a scale from him, it was clear they were not dragons of the same class.

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"The descendant of the First Dragon King!"

Even Kaslana, who was struggling to fend off the attack of seven soul-intent level green dragons, was momentarily stunned by the sudden appearance of the golden dragon. Her defensive spells faltered, but not a single green dragon took the opportunity to attack, as they too were stunned by Muria's arrival.

The extremely old green dragon at the peak of soul intent, commanding the other six soul-intent green dragons to suppress Kaslana, then turned its head to pay attention to the battle situation on Ortles's side, or more precisely, to watch the scene of the Red Dragon being tormented.

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"What's with this dragon?"

"I've reported to His Highness that the Golden Dragon appearing in Varianthi isn't just Dawn Watcher Kaslana; there's another one."

"But you didn't say that this second Golden Dragon was this strong. Your report to His Highness was that this Golden Dragon's strength wasn't as great as Kaslana's and didn't need much attention."

"My servant heard Kaslana calling that Golden Dragon 'little brother', meaning he's younger than Kaslana. I assumed his strength was weaker than Kaslana's. Was I wrong?"

The strength of dragons is directly proportional to their age; the longer they live, the stronger they become. But age and bloodline level are not the only factors in determining a dragon's strength.

"What do we do now? I don't think the entire green dragon tribe could beat this dragon!"

"Hurry up and attack the city. We've paid such a high price just to kill the demon hunting knight. It doesn't matter about this dragon, just find a way to hold him off."

"Don't hold back anymore. While these two Golden Dragons are occupied, quickly complete the mission."

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!" The sky full of bats began to converge at four points, forming the figures of four vampire marquises.

A black-haired, red-eyed girl in a Lolita dress.

A voluptuous, red-haired noblewoman with pronounced curves.

A slender, well-proportioned youth in noble attire.

Lastly, the vampire marquis of Baiye Duchy, a dignified middle-aged man.

When these four figures appeared, the sky full of bats almost entirely dissipated. The five red-robed archbishops, seeing this scene, showed no joy but became even more serious, as this indicated that the dispersed powers of the four vampire marquises were now fully converged.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Four intense explosions sounded almost simultaneously, extending from the walls of Varianthi. The shield shimmering with colorful spiritual light trembled violently, as if it could shatter at any moment.

Within the shield, the faces of the five red-robed archbishops turned pale. They were now, in a sense, part of the defensive magic formation.

"Hurry up!" Seeing the shield about to collapse, Andre glanced at the golden dragon that had just smashed the Red Dragon's fierce and majestic head into the ground and shouted to his three kin.

Then, he stretched out his hand and grasped upwards, blood surging towards his palm, condensing into a thirty-meter-long blood-red greatsword.

Andre, looking at the red-robed archbishops facing him, who were merged into the defensive light screen and looked serious, slightly curved his lips into a sinister smile, then swung his hand down.

The blood-red sword hovering above his head slashed down, splitting the air with a howling wind, as if it would cleave the red-robed archbishops and the defensive magic formation in two.

"God of Dawn above." Watching the blood-red sword slashing towards him, Archbishop Felix's face remained calm. He had no intention of fleeing; even if this strike would kill him, he was ready to face death.

For a devout follower of a true god, death is not to be feared, for it signifies a new beginning.

Just as Archbishop Felix calmly accepted his fate.

A dazzling blade light appeared before the old man, tearing through the blood-red color—the blood-red greatsword was shattered.

Simultaneously, a piercing scream rang out as the blade light, which had suddenly appeared and shattered the blood-red greatsword, also split the body of the vampire marquis Andre in two.

The bisected body of Andre exploded, turning into bats that scattered in all directions. The sky-obscuring swarm of bats appeared once again, but compared to its size at the moment of appearance, it had significantly diminished.

"That's why I hate vampires, huh. Can't even kill them with a sneak attack."

"Clack! Clack!" The sound of horse hooves hitting the ground followed, along with a somewhat lazy voice, as if lacking the energy to exert any effort. In the astonished gaze of the red-robed archbishops, a knight clad in silver-white armor, wielding two curved blades, stood in front of them.

"The second demon hunting knight!" After the shock, joy appeared on the old man's face, for the aura emanating from the knight was indeed that of soul intent.

"What joke is this?" Seeing the silver-white demon hunting knight appear, Andre, now a swarm of bats, did not hesitate. All the bats flapped their wings, ready to retreat. With the second demon hunting knight appearing in Varianthi, especially one of soul intent level, their assassination mission today was meaningless.

The appearance of the soul intent demon hunting knight had completely reversed the roles of hunter and prey. They had come here to cause trouble only because they had an advantage over a golden-level demon hunting knight, but fighting a peer-level demon hunting knight? Forget it.

"Retreat!" A frightened call came from the sky-obscuring swarm of bats. The strike had shattered his morale. He could still fight, but continuing the battle would undoubtedly lead to death, so it was better to flee.

"How can I justify it to my son if I don't kill a few?" Seeing the vampires intending to retreat, the silver-white demon hunting knight raised his curved blades, "Clang!" The two blades gently touched.

"Demon Hunting Domain!"

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