NOVEL WEB Chapter 14: Beheading (6)
The huge array that shrouded the entire Dragon Valley flickered slightly and disappeared.
A gale with ice crystals swept in. This was the first time in tens of thousands of years that the outside wind directly blew into Dragon Valley.
At the same time, countless golden dragons surged out. They soared to the sky like a golden fountain, and then landed back on the ground.
Richie's helmet was gone, half of his skull exposed to the air, even one eye was missing, his jawbone visible. The left side of his armor was twisted and broken, ribs visible. Covered in blood from head to toe, he looked more like a zombie than a "human."
Breathe already stopped, which meant the flesh part of his body, the shell, was dead. He wouldn't cry anymore. Couldn't, and wouldn't.
Standing in the snow, he slowly lifted his head to look up. Beside him was Andrejewitsch, who had turned into a bone dragon, with lifeless eyes, and... Abraham, who had also become a bone dragon.
*Yes, he killed Abraham, he really did it; no one knew how he did it.*
The golden dragons at the front were stunned when they saw him.
"You... what did you do? Did you kill Andrejewitsch and Abraham?"
Coldly, he glanced at them with his remaining eye, not seeming to hear anything, directly casting a flying spell, turning to fly toward Gray.
The two bone dragons flapped their wings and followed.
The guardian angel and the leading demon, who were still fighting fiercely, quickly disengaged and followed him.
"Are you trying to escape!"
A golden dragon tried to rush up to block him but was stopped by other golden dragons.
"He is not trying to escape," a golden dragon whispered.
The two golden dragons that followed Abraham were already trembling in the snow. The swarming golden dragons quickly restrained them.
...
Richie flew slowly in the sky, the gale facing him, blowing past him.
The blood had already frozen under the low temperature, tears no longer there, and his heart no longer beat. But still, he felt pain.
Soon, the battlefield appeared before him.
The battle had ended; the black dragon attackers were nowhere to be seen.
The ground was charred everywhere, smoke rising thickly. And of course, countless corpses. Among them were those from the Golden Dragon Clan, the Black Dragon Clan, and the Silver Moon Knight Order. They were everywhere.
Suspended in the air, Richie whispered, "Search."
"Yes!" Immediately, the two bone dragons, the guardian angel, and the leading demon dispersed, meticulously searching through the piles of corpses.
However, Richie himself didn't move, just floated there, suspended in the air, letting the gale blow past him.
*Because finding something would mean despair.*
Soon, the golden dragons arrived. They hurriedly spread out, starting to search for survivors on the battlefield.
One message after another came.
"Lord Lucy's remains have been found! She has been sent back to her soul box!"
"Lord Aikleion's remains have been found! He has been sent back to his soul box!"
"Archil Norman is still alive! Hurry!"
"Captain Batong is still breathing! Hurry!"
The golden dragons were active on the battlefield, moving back and forth, sending one message after another. However, Richie's awaited message was delayed.
After a while, Sarina came in front of Richie, holding a piece of arm armor.
Richie stared blankly, his hand trembling slightly, not daring to take it.
"Only this was found, it should be Lord of Lich King's, but nothing else. Too many Undead Knights were shattered, completely unrecognizable."
"Was Rawan found?"
"No."
"What about the cat?"
"No either."
"Then take everything back, I can't leave my father here."
"Yes."
"Richie! Over here!" In his mind, Delia's voice suddenly sounded.
Richie turned to look in her direction, hesitated slightly, and began to fly toward her little by little.
About five hundred meters from the main battlefield, on a small hill, there were signs of a violent explosion. The ground in the center was even sunken, sparks flickering.
Delia stood right in the middle of the explosion marks, pointing to the ground in front of her.
Richie landed beside her, bent down, and picked up a half-buried pendant engraved with "Krimasha." He grasped it tightly in his hand.
*"Where... where is the rest?" Richie's voice trembling.*
"Couldn't find... anything else."
Then search——!" Richie roared abruptly.
"Yes... yes!"
The gale roared, snowflakes flew, mixed with gray smoke.
Gradually, the blackened ground was covered little by little, as if nothing had happened, leaving no trace.
The golden dragons coming and going, still digging deeply and searching inch by inch.
...
Night fell.
The once lush Dragon Valley had been utterly seized by the cold.
The broad-leaved trees were frozen, seemingly about to shatter at the slightest touch.
Creeks had iced over, waterfalls had turned into massive bead curtains. White snow covered everything. Icicles formed on the cliff edges, sharp and numerous.