Chapter 1 A Silver Dragon's Fury

"Aowu..."

A sorrowful and furious dragon's roar echoed over the royal capital of Ekronessa.

Most of the city's residents were dumbfounded.

The residents, and even the royal family in the palace, looked at the sky with terrified faces.

They didn't know why the guardian Silver Dragon was so enraged.

Suren had only just learned that the sixth-tier young dragon, Princess Becky's mount, was the offspring of that Silver Dragon on the snowy mountain.

The mages from the Celestial Plane killed the young dragon, which naturally attracted this adult dragon.

Just as the dragon's roar echoed through the city, its draconic aura making people's souls tremble, a huge silver-white figure swooped down from the sky and flew towards the west side of the city.

The Silver Dragon was like a silver stream of light, and it landed in the blink of an eye.

"So fast!"

Suren's pupils constricted violently.

The flight speed of this eighth-tier Silver Dragon was even faster than that of the Lightning Dragon he had encountered in the City of Atlantis!

This wasn't just physical flapping to manipulate the air currents; it was using a high-level Light Law, like Mirror's Law-based displacement ability.

"This is bad..."

Suren looked on with a grave expression.

At this speed, even if he wanted to save people, a slight misstep would be a fatal mistake.

The Holy Light Dragon Breath was comparable to a ninth-tier arcane spell, offering almost no margin for error. Even if you weren't killed, you'd be crippled.

But watching this scene, Suren didn't hesitate and followed in the direction the flying dragon was heading.

...

The surrounding scenery changed, and the Silver Dragon had landed in the city one step ahead of Suren.

This enormous creature, with a wingspan of a hundred meters, swooped down like a falling meteor, creating an exaggerated spectacle. The dragon's body alone, enveloped in an oppressive aura, crushed a large area of the southern city into powder.

Having had its offspring killed, this Silver Dragon was furious to the extreme, and only its dragon breath could vent its anger.

It spat out a mouthful of Holy Light Dragon Breath, and before the terrified residents could react, a scorching beam hundreds of meters long instantly burned the civilians and buildings in the district to ashes.

At the same time, snowflakes instantly fell from the sky, and an overbearing sword intent soared into the sky.

The temperature dropped dozens of degrees, and a hundred-meter-long sword aura slashed out from a house, cutting through the terrifying Holy Light Dragon Breath.

In the scorching ruins, a figure retreated violently for a hundred meters, landing on a distant street. It was none other than "Dragon Hunter" Bartolo Figaro.

Suren, watching the sword aura, was slightly surprised: "Dragon Breath can be cut apart?"

The Law level of this kind of dragon breath was frighteningly high. Wanting to break it with sword aura wasn't as simple as it looked; it was bound to be a contest of Law comprehension. He was also surprised that this dragon hunter hadn't suffered a loss against an eighth-tier dragon?

Bartolo was obviously confused at the moment, his brow furrowed.

But the Silver Dragon didn't give him a chance to explain; it had smelled the scent of the murderer!

After a mouthful of dragon breath, it rapidly ascended after swooping down. Its wings stirred up a whirlwind of flying sand and rocks on the street, and then it charged up again.

The Silver Dragon was extremely fast. The instant it flapped its wings, its figure dissipated on the spot.

Bartolo, far away, had obviously anticipated this. Having hunted dragons for many years, he knew all of a dragon's habits.

But the Silver Dragon's speed was too fast, and he didn't even have time to dodge. He could only hold his sword in front of him, and a ripple of sword aura visible to the naked eye surrounded his body.

"Boom!"

The Silver Dragon crashed head-on into Bartolo.

Besides its dragon breath, the dragon's powerful body was also the most ferocious weapon in the world!

Holy Light and the cold energy of snowflakes collided, and a huge shockwave visible to the naked eye erupted from the center of the impact.

In an instant, the figure flew backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily onto the street.

"Boom," "Boom," "Boom"...

After crashing through more than a dozen houses in a row, it smashed a thick section of the city wall, raising dust into the sky, before there was no more movement.

How terrifying was the combat power of an eighth-tier pure-blooded dragon? In just two encounters, it sent an eighth-tier swordsman more than ten meters underground.

And only after this collision ended did the shockwave come belatedly, causing Suren's robes, who was watching the battle from afar, to flutter in the wind.

He frowned, but he also knew that Bartolo was still alive, his soul fluctuations stable.

At the moment of the collision, Bartolo was obviously not passively hit, but actively rebounded. This was obviously a very clever technique for deflecting force.

"Bartolo is really strong..."

Suren murmured in his heart.

Before, when their Dawnbreaker Squad had ganged up to kill Morlock Bourbon, the eighth-tier gatekeeper of the "West Sea King," they hadn't thought he was that great.

Now, looking at Bartolo, this "Sword God," he realized that the gap in combat power between eighth-tier professionals was also huge.

But the Silver Dragon was even stronger!

With this terrifying speed, Suren felt that even if he teleported over and stuffed Bartolo into the little void realm, that action alone would be enough to kill him.

In this kind of battle, there was simply no room for low-level professionals to participate head-on.

...

Obviously, Suren could sense that Bartolo wasn't dead, and the dragon's keen sense of smell could also!

Just after knocking the person into the ground, the Silver Dragon didn't restrain itself at all. Enraged, it flapped its wings again, and a hurricane comparable to an eighth-tier [Hurricane Spell] roared.

In an instant, the buildings on the ground were uprooted by the strong wind, and countless people were swept into the sky like ants. Some people were even directly torn into a cloud of blood mist by the hurricane.

Suren hadn't expected that this dragon would also have such a powerful summoning hurricane ability. Even he, who was watching from afar, felt the wind blades were as painful as scraping bones. One could imagine how terrifying the center of the storm was!

Near the city wall where Bartolo had landed, sand and rocks flew around. In the dark, it seemed as if someone whispered: "Armor, release!"

Then, a figure walked out of the dust-filled storm.

He stepped on the wind step by step, as if stepping on an invisible staircase, walking in mid-air, unaffected by the hurricane at all.

From afar, Suren saw this scene and wore an expression of having learned something new, thinking: "Legendary Secret Skill - [Imperial Flow Sky Walk]!"

This was the ultimate movement technique of [Sky Walk], which could rely on controlling air currents to freely float in the sky.

The [Guma-Ka Sutra] had a record of this secret skill, but the requirements were extremely high. Suren hadn't mastered it yet, and he didn't expect to see it on Bartolo.

However, what shocked him even more was yet to come.

At this moment, Bartolo's robes had been torn apart by the previous collision. Now, with the hurricane tearing at them, his upper body was completely exposed.

Holding the Snow Blade, his muscles were knotted, and what was amazing was that his body was covered with glittering golden runes, like a full set of dragon scales!

A flash of light flowed through Suren's left eye, and he identified the rune anomaly as armor. He was greatly surprised: "[Isaac's Dragon Tattoo Golden Body] Armor! Did the Black Sam's Gang also know the contents of that notebook back then?"

He never expected that Bartolo's runes were actually the Dragon Tattoo Golden Body.

At this moment, Bartolo had no fear. Even when facing an enemy whose level was higher than his own, this Sword God was fearless.

"Domain - Frost Flower Night Snow."

Suddenly, he swung his sword, and as the domain unfolded, countless frost flowers in the sky turned into pieces of sword aura.

These thin snowflakes fell on the buildings, as sharp as blades, easily cutting out a series of cuts.

Falling on the dragon scales, they also made a crisp "clang," "clang," "clang..." sound, cutting out some tiny white marks.

The Silver Dragon let out a long roar and charged again.

The man and the dragon fought fiercely again.

...

Suren looked at the snowflakes falling on his body, lost in thought.

Eighth-tier "Overlord Body," physically resisting the dragon, was indeed powerful!

In the field of alchemists, the seventh and eighth tiers were completely different levels of combat power.

He hadn't expected Bartolo to be so outrageously strong.

It seemed that after the Black Sam Pirate Gang was wiped out, this guy had his own great opportunities, and his swordsmanship realm was immeasurably high.

These sudden changes made Suren feel that there was no need to be so eager to save people.

However, from the moment Bartolo's slashes couldn't break the dragon scales, it was destined that he wouldn't lose so easily, but he definitely couldn't win.

What's more, those mages from the Celestial Plane who were waiting to use a knife to kill, would definitely not let him live.

Suren didn't dare to rush into the battlefield rashly.

But he also knew that he should do something.

He thought about it, pinched a warlock seal, and sent a mental message to the Silver Dragon in the distance: "Silver Dragon, Your Excellency, I know you can understand my words. This is a conspiracy. Someone is plotting to ambush you. Those people are in the palace in the eastern district of the city..."

Suren used the [Language Comprehension] magic and some tamer communication skills. He thought that high-level creatures like dragons could probably understand.

Moreover, dragons were naturally cunning. Hearing that it was a conspiracy, they should be wary no matter what.

Suren's ideal scenario was that the Silver Dragon understood his words and was led to the ten thousand mage squad.

But... things didn't go as planned.

The moment the mental message was sent, the Silver Dragon's gaze suddenly turned over.

It had obviously understood.

But Suren had underestimated its anger and arrogance.

In the eyes of dragons, humans were all ants.

Good bugs and bad bugs were no different!

Before, because it had been the mount of a certain dragon knight, it still had kindness towards humans, protecting these human kingdoms for thousands of years.

It didn't expect that its own offspring would be killed by humans?

It instantly turned black.

Whether it was designed to be killed or murdered, these were all unchangeable facts!

Humans were the culprits.

Destroy everything!

Suren saw the cold and sinister glint in the dragon's eyes and secretly thought it was bad.

He used teleportation without any hesitation.

Just as the spatial fluctuations had just appeared, a mouthful of Holy Light Dragon Breath engulfed his afterimage, and even the entire street was burned black.

...

"Dragons are really impossible to communicate with!"

Suren cursed inwardly and once again learned the arrogance of dragons.

Even if it was really a conspiracy, the Silver Dragon didn't regard him as an equal being, so there was absolutely no way for him to become "the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

As soon as Suren landed, Black Tooth on his shoulder squawked.

"???"

He was suspicious, wondering where the unfelt danger came from, but he instinctively chose to teleport away from the spot.

However, a black light was faster than his teleportation, illuminating and covering most of the city.

When Suren looked again, there was a state on his attribute panel: "Soul Locked."

He frowned and looked in the direction of the black light. He saw several black-robed mages on the arrow tower outside the palace lighting an ancient bronze lamp.

Although the black light illuminated by the copper lamp wasn't strong, it imprisoned the people of the entire city like a cage.

After appraising it, it turned out to be an alchemical curse item at the Sealed Object level.

[Tartarus' Soul Binding Lamp (Fragment)]

Quality: Legendary

Description: A lamp lit by souls, guiding the way to the underworld

Curse Characteristic: Using this lamp to release a 'Soul Mark' on targets within range can lock the target's soul, preventing targets whose soul strength is not higher than its own from escaping the range of the lamp's illumination; After sacrificing and refining, this lamp can be used to collect wandering souls and strengthen the main body's soul strength; Without comprehending high-level death laws, the soul is cursed by evil spirits, and the soul flies away and the lamp is extinguished; Killing the holder will automatically shatter the soul mark;

Details: This isn't an ordinary lamp; it was once a lantern used by a death god to imprison souls;

"It's actually this thing?"

Suren thought the effect was a bit familiar.

Looking at his warehouse, didn't he just have a section of the [Iron Chain of Tartarus' Soul Lamp]?

That iron chain was what the pirates in the North Sea used to plot against Mirror when they rushed out of Old Lundon.

It was useless in the warehouse. He didn't expect to encounter another component now.

The other party knew he had spatial displacement abilities, so it wasn't surprising that they had methods to target spatial displacement.

But he thought he could escape no matter how limited the space was with the [Ouroboros Space-Time Ring]. He hadn't expected the enemy to have such a side-door method as soul marking.

Suren instantly thought of a phrase to describe his situation, which was - a turtle in a jar.

Those guys didn't need to come looking for him at all. The soul lamp restricted everyone in the royal capital here.

After hunting the dragon, they could slowly find him later.

If Suren wanted to escape the mark, he had to kill the necromancer holding the lamp.

Either a turtle in a jar, or waiting for the rabbit to be caught.

Neither was a good result.

...

Suren himself relied on equipment to crush his enemies year-round. Now that he had been hit by a special curse item, he didn't have any bad feelings.

In an instant, his mind raced and calculated the possibility of breaking the situation: "The black light covers a radius of about a dozen kilometers, which means I can only teleport within this range. Moreover, the black light coverage can be reduced by the controller, which is the big trouble..."

The range of the light could be controlled and reduced. The reason it was so large now, besides wanting to cover the entire royal capital, was that they didn't dare to get too close to the battlefield of Bartolo and the Silver Dragon, fearing being noticed by the evil dragon and Bartolo.

Therefore, as long as Bartolo wasn't dead, the range of the light wouldn't shrink for the time being.

Suren instantly thought of a countermeasure.

Since the evil dragon didn't trust humans, he would make a big commotion and involve the mages from the Celestial Plane as well.

Since they couldn't join forces, then a three-way melee would be good.

He could always find an opportunity.

As far as the current situation was concerned, it wasn't too bad.

At least, those people from the Celestial Plane hadn't locked onto his position yet, and they didn't pay much attention to him, a small seventh-tier.

He was just a "small goal" besides slaying the dragon and killing Bartolo.

But he had already locked onto the soul position of the necromancer controlling the [Soul Binding Lamp].

As long as he killed this guy, the dead end would be easy to break.

Thinking of this, Suren notified Bartolo, and then his figure quietly disappeared from the spot.

...

The streets were full of panicked people.

The battle between Bartolo and the Silver Dragon was extremely exaggerated, like a continuous magnitude eight earthquake. The entire city was constantly vibrating.

The ground on the streets was full of spiderweb-like cracks, and buildings collapsed in pieces.

Those royal flying dragon knights and royal guards were also like headless flies, not understanding what had happened.

They had just received a message to go to the inn to arrest the murderer who attacked Princess Becky.

But he didn't expect that before they found the person, they saw the scene of "Dragon Hunter" Bartolo fighting fiercely with the guardian dragon.

This was not a battle that low-level professionals could participate in at all.

The eighth-tier pure-blooded Holy Light Silver Dragon, in its rage, indiscriminately released its dragon aura, suppressing the entire city and causing those flying dragons with only a thin trace of dragon blood to tremble on the ground.

Not a single dragon could fly in mid-air.

Suren also successfully approached the palace.

In the memories he had peeled away, Garcia also relied on the convenience of his status as the emperor's brother-in-law to hide a thousand-man mage squad behind the palace walls.

This was originally the garrison of the Imperial Guard, which was very strong to defend the palace from attacks.

Suren teleported over and saw that the light of the magic prohibition had already lit up.

Outside the city wall, strings of mysterious high-level magic patterns flickered on the bricks.

Suren appraised it and dispelled the idea of ​​forcing his way in.

This was a military group enchantment. There was also a magic tower hidden underground, which could resist ninth-tier spells.

The enemy had also planned it long ago. Even if an eighth-tier professional like Bartolo came, this barrier could last for a long time without breaking.

Suren could teleport in, but he didn't need to think about it. Teleporting in would probably trigger countless magic prohibitions that had been set up long ago and be controlled to death. What's more, Augustus, the eighth-tier Saint Crusader, hadn't shown up yet, and might be inside.

But if he didn't go in, he wouldn't be able to kill the necromancer.

However, people can't do it, but alchemy can.

Suren's purpose was to kill people.

Since he couldn't force his way through the barrier, then he might as well destroy it together.

His own methods, even a thousand times stronger, might not be able to break the barrier, but he had explosives.

In the words of his bomb genius disciple Jeke, there was no barrier in the world that couldn't be blown open.

If there was, it meant that there was not enough ammunition.

Bombardiers liked fixed targets the most.

People could run, but magic prohibitions couldn't.

Those guys from the Celestial Plane had calculated everything, but they had never even seen a cannon, so how would they know the power of explosives.

Alchemy could create miracles, allowing humans to master terrifying energy far beyond their own.

Thinking of this, Suren took out the [Multi-Layered Explosive Thermite Bomb].

This was the explosive formula that Jeke came up with in order to break through the Royal Library of Luen's prohibition.

The effect of breaking the prohibition was very good, so Suren had the war workshop make a bunch of spares.

The strength of this temporary military group barrier was obviously not as good as the Royal Library of Luen.

One hundred kilograms could blow a big hole in the library back then, and Suren casually took out a barrel, which was a thousand kilograms.

Dora and the group of high-level Mechanical Alchemists in Marfa made a super-precision detonation device, with fool-proof operation, which could guarantee accurate directional blasting of the explosives.

The explosive energy data was already accurate, and how many kilograms could blow up prohibitions of which level.

The enemy's situation was unknown, so Suren didn't save anything. Thinking of blowing up the people inside, he piled about a hundred barrels of explosives in a house outside the city wall.

.......

The people from the Celestial Plane inside might have discovered someone approaching, but no one came out.

Their mission was to defend the barrier to the death and would never fall for anyone's "lure the enemy" tactics.

No one came to stop Suren, so he just operated smoothly.

A few breaths later, the explosives were deployed.

Suren teleported out and pressed the detonation button without hesitation.

The enemies in the city wall might have discovered the abnormality, but Suren had only used a few breaths of time, so he didn't give them time to think at all.

As the extremely sensitive crisis became clearer and clearer, the mages still thought of pouring magic power into blessing the barrier at this moment, not escaping.

Suren also felt that it saved him trouble when he saw this scene.

If the people escaped, he would go kill them.

If they didn't escape, the explosives could solve the problem.

The reaction efficiency of explosives was much faster than condensing magic. Almost as soon as the button was pressed, there was a loud "boom," and a huge mushroom cloud rose.

In the city wall, all the mages hadn't understood what had happened, and the world in their eyes was covered by a piece of scorching light.

Looking at the fire in front of him, Suren suddenly thought of a motto that his disciple Jeke liked: Explosion is art...