Humans kept killing until they grew weary.
Zote had witnessed Silver Dragons that were dozens of times larger than this one, the storms stirred by their wings could strip the earth of a layer of soil, yet even they were beheaded by the Emperor, spilling blood like a dam burst, dyeing the entire Old Aran Capital red.
There was no fear even with such a spectacle back then, let alone now with these frail creatures.
Today, I shall casually slay a dragon.
The Judgers, seeing there was work to do, all removed the black seals wound around their mouths.
"Don’t you have that word spirit magic called Fallen Heaven? If you don’t use it now, when will you?"
The sound of the Judger’s voice was quite ethereal, and Zote finally understood why they had to bind their mouths. Every word carried the power of word spirit magic.
Humans were always learning the sounds of the Dragon Clan, unable to control it as naturally as the dragons themselves.
"It is best to be within three hundred meters to enter the effective range of Fallen Heaven; otherwise, with the agility of that dragon, it is hard to hit, or the magic power dissipates mid-way, wasting strength."
The leading Judger said that if distance could be ignored, then dragons would have been conquered by Sound Emitters long ago without question.
"Three hundred meters..."
Zote was silent for a moment. It’s easy to say, but the racial difference means human agility will never match a dragon’s. To achieve the Judger’s goal, there is only one method left.
The Pope’s direct decree cannot be neglected. If the dragon corpse is not seen, no merits can cover the failures.
"The primary goal of that dragon is to destroy Silver Moon City and the military engineering of the army; we are not the main target. So, when that dragon has slaughtered enough, I’ll use myself as bait to lure it. I only need you to ensure it doesn’t escape, and you don’t need to worry about anything else."
Zote calmly said to the three Judgers.
The leading Judger was somewhat surprised, having heard of the true identity of the Eighteenth Formation Leader. A dragon with a wingspan over a hundred meters is an absolute disaster. Even he has never handled such a case, yet this person is so calm.
"Banu, take your people and come with me later. The Time Swords and Judgers will also go with me; the rest of the personnel, always be ready and await my signal gun."
After speaking, Zote fixed his gaze intently on the commotion atop Silver Moon City.
This being the case, even if more than three thousand troops, including generals, perished, there would be a reason. It was their inability, tragically dying under the scorching Dragon Breath.
Elsewhere within Silver Moon City.
Since awakening, Garscek had never been so stirred. Meeting such an arrogant person like Zote weeks ago also triggered some anger.
To her, humans were always of a lower construct.
Diving low in a swooping spiral, spewing purplish-black Dragon Breath from her gaping maw, it reduced not just lifeforms, but even the crust and structures to char, with flesh being evaporated in an instant.
Like drowning all the ants in a nest, Garscek indiscriminately slaughtered everyone in Silver Moon City.
Though the main targets were certain military constructions, civilian homes in this vast calamity were inevitably affected.
Garscek had witnessed the chaotic pre-unified era during the Engma Period, at a time when the ancient Boss Gureg fell, leaving a massive power vacuum that needed filling, compounded by long drought and relentless exploitation, continuous famines plagued the Western Continent causing inevitable man-made disasters, making cannibalism and boiling bones commonplace.
The Western Continent was always trapped in such cycles of history.
Never lament the monarch’s grace and might, lament only that you are part of a cycle yet to collapse.
The nature humans shaped over decades could never compare with the mindset of a long-lived being.
Living long invariably brings some godliness humans cannot empathize with.
Garscek was not infatuated with slaughter like a golfing club, her primary aim was to deliver a devastating blow to the army. Slaughtering civilians bore no relation to any moral likes or dislikes; it was merely... a historical event.
Under the transcendent destructive forces, Silver Moon City, completely turned into a fortress by Crocodile Island, was also so vulnerable.
The Western Continent clearly hadn’t developed any significant anti-air capabilities.
Every turret and structure by the city walls were burned to ash and scattered, swirling with the desert sands,
in the midst of fear and despair, even the invincible Aran Lion Army was in chaos, with no effective means to attack the dragon above.
Crocodile Island couldn’t timely dispatch orders to every soldier in the city, some announcers were damnably focused on escaping, and there was a lake in the city. To avoid being scorched by the terrifying Dragon Breath, many soldiers even cast off their helmets and armor, diving into the lake for refuge.
Meanwhile, the streets were filled with heavy armored soldiers moving to support Crocodile Island; their armor turned into ready-made boilers. Like the torture of being roasted and peeled, the extreme high temperature heated the iron, melting the skin and armor together, ultimately merging into molten iron.
The small mercy in this misfortune was that the process lasted less than one or two seconds, which could be considered a euthanasia.
Initially, Zote had agreed to a duel to the death, seemingly about to secure his position by slaying Zote and achieving great merit.
But the dramatic turn of events completely dashed Crocodile Island’s ambitions.
Turning around to witness the fiercely burning city, flames soared into the sky in broad daylight, massive plumes of smoke and dust, and the heat waves warped and distorted the canopy above like rippling water.
Crocodile Island had no means of counterattack either.
Even with magic energy industry and various arcane enhancements, certain Western Continent realms were even vastly ahead of Liszt’s homeland, yet inevitably were still shackled by the limitations of the cold weapon era.
To put it this way, with a B2 bomber, the Song Dynasty would raze Byzantium for you.
Moreover, every ability of a B2 bomber falls far short of Garscek.
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The only method conceivable at present was to immediately mobilize all available forces and fire long-range weapons at the dragon in the sky.
In a calm crisis, Crocodile Island still had the announcers relay the orders.
It also had all officers pick up big bows to shoot Garscek down.
For an ordinary army, Garscek would have cracked them open in an instant, but Crocodile Island was precisely that kind of bull-headed stubbornness that kept insisting.
A dignified Grand Army General, and I still can’t handle you?
Despite such perilous circumstances, many soldiers organized on the streets, not yet completely destroyed, burning with flames, using repeating rifles or magic-guided rifles to pour ammunition on the massive creature above.
The sound of solid bricks vitrifying, the burst air from wooden structures, and the dense discharge like electrical currents from bullets, shell casings ejecting.
Turned Silver Moon City, this place that hadn’t experienced a large-scale battle for a hundred years, once more into a purgatory on earth, accompanied by the despairing shrieks of flame-engulfed souls running in the throes of death.
Countless solid bullets and magic-guided energy bombs covered the sky, the metal storm defying gravity, even with poor aim, against such a large target, hundreds of hits could land in a second.
But Garscek was no creation of sorcerers, nor an artificial flying dragon; she was a descendant of the World Devourer, a high-level creature with pure bloodline.
Scales are steel armor, claw is sword.
The metallic bullets, under the purple-black scale armor, could not leave even the slightest mark, and arcane energy bombs were directly absorbed, replenishing Garscek’s strength.
Making her wings sweeping the sky, even more powerful.
Garscek overlooked the military-engineered city, now utterly destroyed, with every street ablaze. She paused in the air.