The Legend of Dragon Warriors, Part Two: The War of the Dragon Gods (Youth Edition) Author: Half a Frog

[Main Story Part Two: The War of the Divine Dragon (Youth Chapter) - Episode 5] Chapter 1: The Invaders

The 380,000-strong army slowly advanced across unfamiliar land. We had been in demon territory for over thirty days, yet we hadn't encountered a single demon. There wasn't a soul on the border—no army, no native inhabitants. At dusk, the Black Dragon Knights set up camp in a small village near the Heavenly Water River.

While demons lack creativity, they are adept at imitation. This small mountain village near the empire's border consisted of only seven or eight scattered houses. Influenced by imperial culture, the architectural style was almost identical to that of the empire, which prevented us, the expeditionary force far from home, from feeling too disappointed. In the village, we didn't find a single demon. Almost every house was empty, except for some furniture that couldn't be moved. This was normal; the emperor's southern expedition was a grand affair, and the demons had long been aware of it. A scorched-earth policy was commonplace in war.

The Tianshui River is the longest river on the continent, originating from the Tianding Peak near Yingfeng Gorge. Its course is peculiar. Flowing from Tianding Peak, it runs south across half of the Asanian continent, then makes a sharp turn, flowing eastward for hundreds of miles before making another sharp turn, flowing northward for nearly a thousand miles, forming an inverted "V" shape. Finally, less than a hundred miles from the Tianzhi Liehan Pass of the Lianyun Mountains, its course changes again, flowing eastward in a near-straight line directly into the sea.

This peculiar course of the Tianshui River is entirely the product of the war between gods and demons. Thousands of years ago, the chaotic battle between gods and demons completely altered the geographical location of the entire continent. The

Tianshui River, traversing the southern continent, allowed the demons, who were also fighting on two fronts, to reap the benefits of troop movements during the war. By sailing downstream, they could move their armies from the west to the east of the continent in just one month.

Because of his important position in the army, he was constantly being watched by a large number of eyes. Considering my own "exemplary" role, I couldn't just sneak off to Anda's and the others' women's camp to fool around. More than half a month had passed since the march began, and I'd only exchanged a few words with them.

The army's lodging conditions were poor on the battlefield. However, as a high-ranking officer, I naturally deserved better accommodations.

That night, I shared a small room with Bordeaux, along with several other high-ranking officers and Juan, the orderly Uncle Villa had assigned to me.

Juan was a very young lad, fair-skinned and thin; you could tell at a glance he was a fresh-faced lad fresh out of school. Uncle Villa had assigned him to be my orderly, to take care of my daily needs.

It was infuriating! There were plenty of beautiful women in the army; why couldn't they find me a young and pretty female soldier?

"You seem very excited," Brando said, watching Bordeaux constantly wiping his Azure Spear with a white cloth.

"It's alright, but the thought of war keeps me so excited I can't sleep." Bordeaux leaned against the headboard, constantly stroking the Azure Spear, passed down for over three hundred years and wielded by seven dragon warriors.

"Oh." Brando seemed to want to say something, but didn't.

"War is the age that forges heroes. Isn't it, boss?" My old friend tilted his head and winked at me. This kid, here he comes again.

"Just thinking about our triumphant return, welcomed by countless flowers and beautiful women, wow..." He closed his eyes, revealing a blissful expression.

"Keep dreaming. Whether we can even make it home alive is another question." I lightly tapped the guy on the head. If defeating the demons and unifying the continent were that easy, Rez Fabil would have done it three hundred years ago. We wouldn't even have a chance.

Of the seven dragon warriors, only the Dark Dragon's dragon warrior possessed the memories of his ancestors. When the Star Sage, one of the Ten Sages, gave the Reverse Scale to his ancestor Karuz, he embedded a soul stone capable of storing memories into the hilt of the sword. When my body and the Reverse Scale became one, all the memories of my ancestors were also integrated into my body. This secret is the greatest secret of the Schneider family, and only Adachi and my adoptive father know it.

With these memories, I know how terrifying and abhorrent war is.

But Bordeaux is different. Like the new recruits in the army, influenced by national propaganda, he only wants to be a hero on the battlefield, while veterans like Brando have experienced too much killing and too much bloodshed, and are already weary of war.

"For the weak, war is a disaster, but for the strong, war is a good opportunity to create a new myth, a new legend." A weak voice sounded from the side, and the one who interrupted was the gecko.

"It's none of my business anyway. I just hope the war ends soon so I can go home and live a comfortable life." I glanced at Omas, who was leaning against the tattered wooden bed with his eyes half-closed, and said. Uncle Bilia didn't bother or scold this "gecko" who had become a drunkard, as if he didn't exist.

"It's too stuffy in here. I'm going outside for some fresh air."

"The Azure Spear doesn't need much cleaning." I said to my old friend as I was leaving.

Tonight is another full moon night. If there were no war, if I were still in that small mountain village in my hometown, at this moment, I would be holding Sheila and Anda, bathed in the silvery moonlight, lying on the roof of my house, stroking their long, beautiful hair, breathing in the air that smelled of their bodies, feeling the refreshing breeze, and counting the stars one by one.

Our army has been marching on the demon lands for three days, and for three whole days, we haven't encountered a single demon.

Although they passed through several villages along the way, they didn't see a single soul. It seemed Bordeaux's plan to make a big splash and win the heart of the beauty would be a long time coming.

On the evening of the fourth day, the Black Dragon Knights, as the vanguard, finally had the opportunity to make contact with the demons.

That day, they entered a small town called Orsga on the map. The town wasn't very large, with only a few hundred households. Since entering demon territory, the Black Dragon Knights had been heading south along the Heavenly River. In this town, I finally saw humanity's old adversary—the demons—with my own eyes.

In the Empire's propaganda, demons were depicted as creatures with eyes like copper bells, mouths like blood basins, and who devoured human flesh without spitting out bones. But the demons I encountered were mostly old, weak, women, and children. The demons' skin was different from humans, with a slight pinkish tinge, and their eyes were purple.

The lower-level demons, such as minotaurs and Medusas, although their appearance was strange, didn't seem as monstrous as the propaganda portrayed. As for the highest-ranking demons, the Black Demons, aside from the sharp horns on their foreheads, they are almost indistinguishable from humans in appearance.

When we entered the town of Orsga, these people were all gathered in the town's sanctuary, praying. The demon god was the fallen angel Lucifer. A group of people knelt devoutly before the statue of their true god, muttering prayers.

When human warriors wielding sharp blades stormed into the town as liberators, these people, too old and frail to move, could only remain in their inner sanctuary, silently praying for the demon god's help.

Those pairs of purple eyes, like mine, looked at me with terror, revealing a pitiful helplessness. Their hands, old and withered like tree bark, trembled slightly, and their cracked lips quivered involuntarily.

Looking at these demons, who could be considered my kind, I felt somewhat lost, for I was a hybrid of demon and human, and their blood flowed in my veins.

"Don't hurt them," I said to my men, who were armed with swords and shields and poised to face a formidable enemy.

"Make room for them in a few houses, and requisition the rest for military use," I ordered.

I felt a pang of sympathy for these people, but as the commander of the invading forces, I had to consider the well-being of my soldiers. I had to strive to make their lives better; being far from home was a bitter experience. And for these victims of war, this was all I could do.

The soldiers who first entered the town with me were all newcomers with no combat experience whatsoever. Sending these recruits into the town to clear everything was a decision unanimously made at the military council. We had to mature these student corps early, to quickly become seasoned veterans with rich combat experience. This wasn't just for the war, but also for the good of these soldiers.

A so-called veteran is a warrior who has come through countless battles, possessing immense experience in killing. The growth of a young soldier requires countless lives and bloodshed. Rather than letting them mature when facing a stronger enemy, it's better to make them mature quickly while the enemy is still weak.

It's cruel to make someone lose their childlike innocence too early, but this is war. War doesn't need innocence; war only speaks of iron and blood, strength and weakness. A soldier with the innocence of youth dies faster than a soldier without emotions. I know it's cruel, but it's so they can live.

Just as I was busy setting up camp, the bugle sounded, and the first engagement between the human army and the demons in the Twelfth Divine Dragon War broke out.

[Main Story Part Two: The Divine Dragon War (Youth Chapter) - Episode 5] Chapter Two: The Price of Growth

When I arrived at the battlefield, the battle was over. On the grass by the Tianshui River, seven or eight corpses lay scattered, and five or six Imperial soldiers lay in pools of blood, groaning in pain. Several white mages were healing them with holy light.

Besides them, I found the corpse of a demon warrior on the land by the river. The one who killed him was my good friend, Redstone, now the squad leader of the 18th squad of the 4th Column of the Black Dragon Knights. He stood beside the corpse, gripping his blood-dripping greatsword, his eyes glazed over.

"What's wrong?" I asked my friend with concern.

"He was just a child. I killed a child," my friend said hesitantly.

"A child?" I glanced at the corpse on the ground. The helmet had fallen off, revealing a still-childish face, about fifteen or sixteen years old. His delicate, childlike face was pale from blood loss, and his bright eyes were now lifeless, like those of a dead fish. He lay quietly on the grass, the fatal wound being the sword in his chest, the oozing blood staining the green grass crimson. His mount, Gruba, stood beside its master, licking his face with its tongue, occasionally letting out a mournful neigh. (Note: Gruba is a horse-like creature, a mount of the demon race.)

This was a guerrilla force of demon warriors, riding Gruba to ambush Imperial soldiers who had come to the river to fetch water.

Since entering the demon territory, all the wells along the way had been hidden or poisoned with salt, rendering them undrinkable. This made drinking water a major problem for our vanguard, forcing us to be careful not to stray too far from a water source during each march and camp.

Water became our biggest problem during the march.

The demons were well aware of this, and they organized guerrilla squads of dozens of cavalrymen to ambush lone Imperial soldiers coming to fetch water. The enemy's plan was successful; caught off guard, the Imperial soldiers, already exhausted from the long march, suffered heavy casualties in this small-scale battle. These demon guerrillas rode the swift Grubba, appearing and disappearing like shadows, employing guerrilla tactics of attacking when they could win and retreating when they couldn't. We would continue to have such "dates" during our march.

The demon warrior who died was too young; perhaps he was a new recruit like Redstone, lacking combat experience and unaware that guerrilla warfare required a decisive strike and retreat. He was too eager for battle, and as a result, he was caught and killed by Redstone, who rushed to the scene. Lack of experience—that's the price of youth.

"Don't be sad, brother," I patted his shoulder and said, "This is war. On the battlefield, it's either you kill me or I kill you. If your martial arts hadn't been better than his, you would be lying here now." I comforted him. I understood Redstone's feelings; after all, this was his first time killing someone, and I wasn't much better off when I first killed someone.

"He's just a child, he's just a child," my old friend continued, seemingly not hearing me,

his expression blank. I knew that saying anything now was useless. The only thing I could do was wait, wait for time to pass, wait for the war to develop further, wait for my friend to kill even more people in the future. Only when his heart was numb from endless killing would today's wounds heal.

But one thing was certain: all of this would forever remain an indelible shadow in my friend's heart, haunting him; the slain boy would become a nightmare that tormented him every night.

"This is war." I embraced Anda from behind, immersing ourselves in the cold river water. There were no hot springs or warm beds like back home; I could only warm my beauty with my own body heat.

Women always like to be clean, and after marching for so many days, they hadn't had a chance to bathe. Now they finally had a chance to clean themselves. Since there had just been a battle, everyone was afraid, so I, who had been burning with desire for more than ten days, took the opportunity to use the guise of protecting the flowers to take a bath with them in the wild. I set up a barrier around us, not afraid of anyone coming to peek.

"There will be more bloodshed in the future. I only hope that my Daxiu won't lose herself in the killing." Anda leaned against me, her jade hands grabbing my large hand that was constantly groping her chest, trying to break free, but I held on even tighter, my ten fingers constantly rubbing her pink nipples, making them turn red and enlarge.

"No, they're watching." Anda wasn't used to fighting with me in the wild, and with Shira and the others watching from the side.

I don't care about any of that. We've been marching for almost a month, and I haven't had a chance to really have some fun. I've been so pent up these past few days, and now that I have the chance to let loose, I'm not going to let it go. Nobody's getting away today.

"I understand, but sometimes I have no choice but to kill, just like now." After all these years of my "cultivation," Anda's lower body was still as tight as a virgin's, but even more elastic. Because I'd been holding back for so long, I was a little impatient right

away. "Come help me." I said to the group of beauties watching from a distance. They were covering their mouths and giggling, and none of them were willing to come over.

"Anyone who retreats will be killed on sight!" I shouted, and several beauties immediately surrounded me.

"No!"

"The left one is mine." Dora, that slut, shouted, then she pounced on me, bent down, and sucked hard on Anda's nipple, which was erect from the brutality of my hands, while the other half of the nipple was taken by Sheila, that little slut.

Since that night, Sheila has become increasingly depraved. The former saint has now become a fallen angel, all thanks to me. Mei'er plunged into the water, licking her genitals from below, while Xuezhi hugged me from behind, her full breasts rubbing against my back.

"Oh!" "Oh!" "Oh!"

Attacked from both above and below, waves of pleasure washed over my body. Anda let out a baby-like cry, desperately clenching her lower body, striving to merge with me.

"I want to make love with you until the end of time!"

I screamed inwardly, sending the seed of life into Anda's body. Having witnessed the carnage on the battlefield for the first time, physical release had become my only means of escaping this fear.

"None of you will escape today!" I said to the beautiful woman beside me while fucking the semi-conscious Anda.

The Black Dragon Knights, as the vanguard, continued their advance across unfamiliar land, with three other knightly orders following closely behind, about twenty paces behind. Our vanguard was merely clearing mountains and building bridges for the emperor's army, cleaning houses and handling everything to make life better for the noble-led Imperial Dragon Knights. After all, my soldiers were all commoners; this was their duty. We had been marching for

a month, and there had been almost no large-scale battles. The demon army either fled at the mere mention of their name or retreated after a single attack. Only the guerrillas, constantly ambushing us from behind, still clashed with us from time to time, and soldiers died almost daily from their ambushes. Although we tried various methods to deal with them, it was always impossible to completely defend against them; after all, this was their homeland, their land. They know this place better than we outsiders do.

The day before yesterday, several more soldiers were killed while on night patrol. Although we've set up defensive barriers around the camp to guard against enemy attacks, there's always a way to slip through. Nothing in this world is perfect.

These attacks don't cause much damage to the army, but they severely impact morale. Some soldiers are already homesick, and using strict military discipline to suppress the spread of war-weariness has become a last resort.

The only consolation is that the newly recruited soldiers are starting to mature. They know to go to the river in groups, carefully observe unusual footprints on the riverbank for traps, and have learned to spot problems from the smallest anomalies. They are gradually maturing.

We've already occupied over 600 acres of land after entering the demon territory. Asania's geography isn't ideal. The land is barren, forests are scarce, and most of the soil is sandy, with only the alluvial plains near the riverbanks being somewhat better. Although we've occupied many towns, they're practically deserted, with only a few elderly, weak, women, and children with limited mobility. There aren't even any young women, much to the dismay of the lecherous men, big and small, who were hoping to catch a glimpse of the demon beauties.

It's quite obvious the enemy is playing a game of luring us in. Asania is more than twice the size of Arasia, giving the demons ample space. They're trading space for time, for strength. The deeper we penetrate, the longer our supply lines become; the more land we occupy, the more dispersed our forces become. When the demons feel they've reached their limit, they'll engage us in a decisive battle.

From the very beginning, the initiative in the war has unknowingly shifted into the demons' hands; we're being led by the nose.

The high-ranking officers of the Black Dragon Knights even held several meetings to report this conclusion to the Emperor.

But the emperor said he had already seen through it and there was no need to worry; Duke Ruyaqi also chimed in, saying that the imperial army was incredibly brave and that even if the demons had any tricks up their sleeves, they were nothing more than that.

"Alas! Soldiers are duty-bound to obey their fate, so let's just follow the emperor's orders." Uncle Bilia said helplessly to us during the military conference.

Perhaps influenced by that gecko, I also felt a bit disgusted with these meetings held every few days. During the meetings, I gradually learned to find a dimly lit corner to sit and doze off.

After we had advanced nearly a thousand kilometers, when the 380,000-strong army arrived at the gates of Slot Fortress, the largest military stronghold of the demons in the north, the real decisive battle between the demons and the imperial army finally began.
[Main Story Part 2: The War of the Divine Dragon (Youth Chapter) · Episode 5] Chapter 3: Slot Meat Grinder

The walls of Slot Fortress were high and thick, a fortress built by the demons for many years, and it was said to be the strongest fortress in the world, second only to Tobruk. Besides the outer city walls, the entire city was a fighting machine composed of countless bunkers and fortresses.

According to intelligence, the permanent garrison within the fortress numbered around 50,000, plus the original inhabitants, totaling 200,000—a large population for the sparsely populated demon realm.

The Black Dragon Knights rested for two days at the city walls, building relatively sturdy tents and fences. Everyone knew this would be a long and arduous siege. During these two days, several other legions arrived at the city walls one after another. After another four days of rest, the emperor ordered the siege to begin.

A minor incident occurred before the siege: a soldier from the Flame Dragon Knights went missing the night before the attack, captured by the enemy during a raid. The very next day, as we were about to attack, we found him hanging from the city wall at the highest point of the fortress.

"Come on, you wretched humans, come here!" the demon warriors shouted from the city walls.

"Ah!"

the soldier screamed as a minotaur tore a piece of flesh from his body and threw it off the wall.

"This is your fate!" The demons around him laughed triumphantly.

"It's Hai Xi from Azure Dragon Academy!" Someone in the army recognized him.

"I'll go save him!" Bordeaux shouted, drawing his Azure Spear, transforming and charging forward. At the same time, Muse also joined the fray.

They quickly paid the price for their reckless actions. Just as they reached high in the sky, countless lightning arrows rained down upon them, forcing them to retreat one after another. If it weren't for the immortality of the dragon, they probably wouldn't have survived.

"Foolish humans, look, even your gods—the dragon warriors—can't save you!"

The demons on the city wall laughed wildly, slashing off pieces of flesh and throwing them to the human-faced birds perched on the city wall. The human-faced birds devoured the soldiers' flesh and blood. Seeing this horrific scene, the 380,000 people below the city were filled with grief and indignation.

"Who else will go?"

Emperor Aura's face turned ashen with rage. He didn't care about the life of a mere soldier, but being insulted like this in front of 380,000 men was unbearable. Those around the emperor were all silent, none daring to utter a word.

"You go, Dark!" Uncle Villa said to me, tossing over his ever-present Gale Bow and quiver. He and Uncle Pace, riding beside him, exchanged a meaningful glance.

"I understand!" I understood my uncle's meaning. I took the great bow, drew an arrow, transformed, and activated my Dragon Undying Body, forming a dark dragon armor around my body.

I leaped off my horse, spread my wings, and flew towards the fortress. Three hundred meters away, I drew my bow, chanting the spell for Precision. I broke my first killing spree since entering Asania.

"O gods of the heavens, grant me bright eyes to see through the darkness beyond!"

With a sharp "﹛", the three-foot-long arrow, infused with the dark dragon's power I had poured into it, shot across three hundred meters towards the city wall.

"Ah!"

A scream rang out, and the entire arena fell silent.

This was the first time I had killed someone in Asania. The victim wasn't an enemy, but a fellow student from my Azure Dragon Academy.

Having killed one of my own, I turned back with a touch of shame, trying to discern the thoughts on the faces of the generals behind me. But instead, I saw that the usually listless gecko suddenly regain its fighting spirit; its typically languid eyes suddenly gleamed with excitement.

"Avenge our warriors!"

Although Emperor Aura was incompetent, he at least knew to seize this opportunity to boost morale, which had plummeted to rock bottom due to the killing of his own men, to its peak.

"Avenge our comrades!"

Amidst the angry shouts of 380,000 men, the siege began!

"Crunch!"

The massive catapults roared as they hurled boulders at the fortress. The siege engines, heavily reinforced with thick cowhide, braved the constant barrage of boulders and magical orbs raining down from the city walls, and with the support of mages, charged to the foot of the walls, violently assaulting the city gates.

The demon warriors on the city walls poured down ladles of scalding oil, and rolling logs and stones rained down from the high walls like hail, smashing down the imperial soldiers climbing the walls like ice blocks.

The demonic griffins and the imperial griffin troops fought fiercely in the sky. Occasionally, a lone, unnoticed griffin or griffin would swoop down, flying over the heads of both armies, its sharp wings slicing through the air and decapitating a soldier, tossing his head high into the air. The headless torso would then spew forth a fountain of red blood before crashing heavily to the filthy ground. The twang of bowstrings continued as archers unleashed beams of death into the sky.

The appearance of magical arrays had altered the entire battlefield. The tactic of using massive magical power to breach city walls was rendered futile against these arrays that utilized the forces of nature as a defensive barrier. Siege warfare had to be fought using the most primitive method—advancing over the corpses of one's own comrades; there was no room for trickery. (The so-called magic array is simply placing several magically powerful stones in a specific location within the city, drawing upon the power of nature to form a powerful defensive barrier capable of resisting all external magical attacks.) As the vice-commander of the Black Dragon Knights, and also a dragon warrior and captain of the "Black Dragon Riders," it was impossible for me to hide in the back and desert. The only thing I could do was lead the most elite warriors of the "Black Dragon Riders," braving countless arrows and lightning bolts, to be the first to scale the city walls.

When I personally experienced this massive and magnificent siege for the first time in my life, I finally realized how insignificant individual strength is in war, even for the strongest dragon warrior in the world.

The dragon warrior's ability to fly didn't allow me to easily reach the top of the city walls. In actual combat, I painfully discovered that the extra pair of wings I gained after transformation did not bring me much advantage in the war. My aerial abilities compared to griffins and man-faced birds are like a fat woman competing with a slender young girl to see who has the most graceful dance.

Even if I were as agile as them, what good would it do? Without the support of my comrades, charging alone would result in me being riddled with arrows in mid-air. I could only lead my most elite "Black Dragon Riders," carrying heavy shields, advancing step by step in the most ancient and primitive way—stepping over the corpses of my fallen comrades.

Our four young dragon warriors of the eighth generation, working together, had stormed the city walls three times, but each time we were forced back by the fearless demon warriors, all four sustaining serious injuries. While the Imperial army held an overwhelming numerical advantage, the defending demons possessed localized numerical superiority in the battle. Although the four of us were highly skilled in martial arts, we had far too few soldiers capable of scaling the city walls with us. Even the fiercest lion couldn't withstand the relentless, fearless onslaught of countless wolves.

Often, when I fought the enemy, I wasn't considering which technique to use to kill, but rather calculating which weapon would inflict less damage: the minotaur's giant axe or the blue demon's electric spear. In siege warfare, individual heroism is unwelcome.

The seventh demon general defending the city, Alpha, was exceptionally skilled. I clashed with him twice amidst the chaos, but we separated after only a brief exchange. I also discovered that the demons' Fallen Angel transformation wasn't much weaker than my Dragon Warrior transformation. The only difference was that the Dragon Warrior, having absorbed the Hamba Stone, possessed limitless potential, increasing its power rapidly during training without any bottlenecks. However, Alpha had eaten nearly thirty more meals than me, a difference he compensated for with his extra culinary experience.

Over the course of several days, the casualty rate of the four knightly orders was extremely high. Even the white mages healing the wounded were experiencing a lack of magical power due to excessive exhaustion. The army's medics were constantly busy.

Theoretically, magic can heal all wounds, but the blood and energy lost during an injury cannot be replenished by magic. Severely wounded soldiers cannot immediately return to battle after magical treatment, and mages themselves have limited stamina.

Medicine and skilled doctors found their place in the army; this was perhaps the only place on the continent where people relied on science instead of magic.

In three days, the four knightly orders had lost nearly ten thousand men due to the fighting.

I didn't participate in the siege on the fourth day because, at this critical moment, I began the fourth transformation of the Dark Dragon.

When I awoke from my twelve-day slumber, the imperial army had just breached the city walls. Anda and the others were fine, but due to the excessive physical exertion of the past few days, they had all lost a considerable amount of weight.

Breaching the city walls didn't equate to capturing Slote Fortress. Known as a city within a city, Slote Fortress was riddled with countless fortresses, each a small, independent military stronghold, and each equipped with a small magical array, making its capture extremely difficult.

My worst fears had come true—the mages would finally join the others, forming multi-unit combat groups to charge forward amidst a hail of bullets.

Fortunately, Uncle Vilia understood my concerns and secretly helped me by assigning Anda and the others to the reserve force, temporarily sparing them from the battlefield. In return, I could only repay Uncle Vilia's kindness with acts of "brave courage and relentless killing."

Bordeaux, by this time, had long since broken his killing spree; in the past two weeks, his Azure Spear had pierced the chests of countless enemies. The surviving recruits of the Black Dragon Knights were no longer the child soldiers who would cower in a corner and vomit after killing someone. Their tired, listless, and bloodshot eyes revealed their numbness to the endless slaughter. The

Black Dragon Knights could no longer find a single new recruit.

Apart from the Imperial Dragon Knights, the other three major knightly orders were all engaged in battle. The fighting spread across the fortress, flames burned in the city, thick smoke rose from one place after another, and the stench of death filled the entire fortress.

We stepped over the corpses of enemies and comrades, traversed blood-soaked streets, inching forward, fighting for house after house, conquering fortress after fortress. Every house, every street, every fortress became a graveyard for imperial soldiers.

The four dragon warriors became firefighters; wherever the enemy resistance was strongest, we went there to clear away the obstacles, to kill every stubborn demon, and to extinguish the indomitable flames.

The most brutal siege in the history of the Wind Continent, later known as the "meat grinder," began under these circumstances.

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Time: Day 43 of the Siege Location: A barricade within the fortress The Reverse Scale drew a black arc in the air, piercing the body of the last minotaur inside the fortress with lightning speed. The dark dragon's aura seeped into the minotaur's body through the Reverse Scale, instantly taking its life.

"Clang!" The giant axe slipped from the minotaur's hand and fell to the ground. I withdrew the Reverse Scale; the black blade drew a stream of blood. The minotaur, now without support, slowly slumped against the cold wall.

"The last one!"

I let out a long breath and plopped down on the filthy ground beside the corpses, casually sticking the Reverse Scale sword into the ground. The Reverse Scale kills without shedding blood; beads of blood, like mercury, trickled down the blade and seeped into the deep groove carved into the tip.

The "Black Dragon Riders" following behind me were plunging their longswords one by one into the hearts of the enemies lying on the ground, whether they were dying or already dead, they all received a final blow.

It wasn't that we were too cruel, but that the enemy's resistance was too tenacious. Countless times, as our soldiers walked past the half-dead demon warriors lying in pools of blood, these creatures, one leg already in hell, would suddenly leap from the blood as if granted a divine power, grabbing the Imperial soldier's body and rolling together into the raging fire, committing suicide.

After suffering countless hardships, the Imperial soldiers had developed a habit: when they captured a fortress, they would finish off every demon lying on the ground, to ensure they truly saw the demons of hell.

"All dead!" a werewolf warrior reported to me.

"Good, everyone rest!" I commanded, lowering the Reverse Scale in my hand. As soon as I finished speaking, everyone immediately lay down on the nearby filthy floor, some even snoring.

The living and the dead lay together, each body dripping with blood, both exuding the same aura of death.

I closed my bloodshot eyes, leaned my head against the cold wall behind me, and channeled my dragon energy to rapidly heal the wounds inflicted during the battle. While a dragon warrior's self-healing ability is as rapid as a dragon's, my constant injuries over the past month seemed to have diminished this ability considerably.

For the past month, I've slept only one or two hours a day, spending the rest of my time killing, killing, and killing again. The other dragon warriors were in similar situations; such immense physical exertion was unbearable even for someone with a dragon's physique, let alone the others.

The four of us fought relentlessly within the city, and I believe we've killed thousands of enemies in a month. Yet, the Imperial army's progress remains incredibly slow. By day, relying on our superior numbers, we capture fortress after fortress and street after street at great cost. By night, the demon warriors, utilizing their familiarity with the terrain and the city's extensive tunnel network, launch surprise attacks and recapture lost strongholds.

The battle has become a tug-of-war. On the surface, the Empire holds the upper hand, gaining control of a little more territory each day, but victory still seems as distant as the sun.

Fight, fight, fight on and on!

Kill, kill, kill on and on!

Fighting and killing have become the only thoughts that exist in our minds. The soldiers, their spirits already numb, mechanically swing their longswords again and again, slashing at nameless enemies, driven only by instinct and habit.

"General Xiunaida!"

someone called my name. It was Bordeaux's messenger, the one everyone called me after I was appointed vice-commander of the Black Dragon Knights by the emperor.

"General Bordeaux needs your help!" The messenger was covered in dust, his voice hoarse; he seemed exhausted.

Night had fallen, but no one noticed. I left the fortress I had just captured to the follow-up troops and led this elite force, composed entirely of Newtype warriors with transformation abilities, on another journey.

We endured the choking smoke that rushed towards us, carefully making our way through the burning streets. The soldiers on the outer perimeter held their shields high, protecting their vitals, forming a square formation. Mages and archers were in the center of the square, while powerful swordsmen and magical swordsmen formed a ring around them, protecting the mages and archers who were both terrifying and vulnerable. (While the attack power of mages and archers is terrifying, their defense is equally pitifully weak.) The streets, devoid of any cover, are far too dangerous; walking there, an arrow could strike from some dark corner at any moment, claiming the life of a soldier beside me. At

the very center of the fortress stands a fortress, the tallest building in Slot Fortress, offering a panoramic view of the entire city—a strategically vital location. When I arrived, Bordeaux was reclining against a half-collapsed earthen wall, healing his wounds, while nearly a thousand imperial soldiers, torches in hand, completely surrounded the fortress.

Hundreds of imperial soldiers' corpses lay piled high before the fortress, the ground littered with broken swords and shattered shields. Several damaged small siege engines crackled and burned in the flames, the stench of acrid corpses bringing tears to my eyes.

Imperial soldiers attacked for two days and two nights, suffering heavy casualties but gaining nothing. Bordeaux personally led his elite troops for another day and night, only to be driven back by the fiercely resisting demons.

"How are you?" I asked, placing my hand on Bordeaux's body and channeling my dragon energy into him to help my old friend heal. Bordeaux's breathing was rapid; he was badly wounded, a deep bullet wound in his chest exposing the bone. If it weren't for the protection of the Jade Dragon Armor formed by the Undying Dragon Body, he would be lying on the ground, unable to get up.

"Who injured you so badly?" I asked.

"A fallen angel," Bordeaux said through gritted teeth. With my help, the wound had completely healed. Bordeaux moved his arm, waving it in a circle, and everything was as good as new. The regenerative ability of dragon warriors is terrifying. If anyone else had been wounded that deep in the chest, even a high-ranking monk would need several days to recover.

"Let's join forces," I said.

"Endless storm, transform into my raging thunder, tear everything to shreds!"

Bordeaux stood before the fortress, chanting his strongest air magic. I stood behind my friend, placing my hand on his back, continuously channeling the dark dragon's energy—the dark attribute—through Bordeaux's body to his Azure Dragon Spear.

Bordeaux wielded the spear, the Azure Dragon first swinging backward, then drawing an arc in the air, conjuring a dark green dragon of energy that attacked the fortress's sturdy wall dozens of paces away.

Boom! The magical array protecting the fortress couldn't withstand the combined attack of the two dragon warriors, and the solid wall finally shattered under our combined assault. The dark power I had imbued in the Azure Dragon Spear now took effect, the berserk dragon demon energy mercilessly slaughtering every life within the fortress.

Taking advantage of the lingering aftershocks of the magical attack, I was the first to burst into the fortress through the breach.

"Charge!"

Imperial soldiers, shields in one hand and greatswords in the other, shouted hoarsely as they followed closely behind me. Now I possessed the power of the fourth transformation of a dragon warrior, and even if the demon warrior with the avatar of a fallen angel was the Seventh Demon General Alpha, I would not fear him. A

whoosh of wind blew, and a long spear, carrying a sharp force, struck straight down from above. I dodged the attack.

The fortress was pitch black, without a single candle lit, but by the flickering light from the breach, I could still make out my opponent.

He was a demon warrior with the same wings as my fallen angel avatar. He was not very tall, like a child, and the symbol of the fallen angel avatar—black wings—flared on his back.

"Kill!"

the newcomer roared, his spear flashing and swirling, all moves designed to kill him. He wanted to force me out before the soldiers behind me could breach the breach.

If I had encountered this situation a month ago, given my personality, I would have avoided direct confrontation and adopted a hit-and-run approach, waiting for my opponent's momentum to weaken before launching a counterattack. But things are different now. After more than a month of relentless killing, I've come to understand the principle of attack against attack, where two strong forces clash and both prevail. More importantly, my heart has become cold and ruthless through this constant slaughter.

The Reverse Scale is inherently a sword of darkness; the higher the killing intent of the wielder, the stronger its power. The martial arts passed down to me by my ancestors are all about killing, and in the endless carnage, I've unknowingly mastered them all.

"Heavenly Demon Six Paths Kill!"

I unleashed the ultimate technique of the first-generation Dark Dragon Karuz, attacking with attack. The Reverse Scale transformed into venomous snakes, accurately striking every spearhead that attacked. The clanging sounds echoed incessantly. In the blink of an eye, the spear and sword clashed seventeen times. The opponent's attacks grew increasingly rapid, while I parried without retreating an inch.

In terms of marksmanship, he was a step below Bordeaux, but his fearless spirit was unmatched.

Just then, the gunman seemed to tire, his spear suddenly faltering, revealing a huge opening. Taking advantage of this golden opportunity, Ni Lin plunged his spear into the opponent's chest.

His body fell to the ground, the black feathers unique to the fallen angel swirling across the dark fortress. His gaze showed no fear of death, no hesitation, only burning flames and unyielding pride.

I turned my head away, not wanting to look into my opponent's eyes, because his gaze frightened me. I had seen too many such gazes in the past month.

Our life-or-death battle had actually lasted less than two seconds; the soldiers behind us had only just rushed through the breach, wielding broadswords and longswords to slaughter the remaining enemies. The battle ended quickly; they had only held out this long thanks to the fortified fortress.

When everything was over, Bordeaux and I ordered a count of the corpses in the fortress. To our surprise, we only found eighty-nine enemy bodies.

I went to my opponent, who lay motionless on the ground, and lifted the mask from his head. Bordeaux, also eager to see what his opponent looked like, leaned closer.

To our utter astonishment, she wasn't a strong man like us, but a remarkably beautiful girl. Her delicate face was covered in dust, and her small, straight nose was particularly striking, carrying a hint of arrogance and untamed spirit. Her lips were chapped and trembling, and she was panting softly. Her once beautiful, pale purple eyes had lost their luster, staring blankly and helplessly at Bordeaux and me.

Her body was covered in wounds. Besides the fatal blow I had delivered, she had two very serious wounds on her abdomen and thigh, torn open during the fierce battle, oozing copious amounts of blood.

"It's a girl..." Bordeaux whispered a useless, meaningless remark in my ear.

Her wound was fatal, but if a high-ranking monk were to heal her now, she could still be saved. But I couldn't save her, for she was our enemy, and besides, many more Imperial soldiers awaited the White Mages' treatment.

"Bring water," I commanded. Immediately, someone brought a jug of water. I lifted the girl's head and poured the water into her parched mouth.

"You... already possess the most fertile land in the world... why do you still invade our homeland..." the girl murmured, gazing at my face, her eyes gradually dimming and losing focus. I brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead, but her face turned away and drooped. The water she had just drunk trickled down her chin, wetting my dark dragon armor.

The girl was dead. I gently laid her body down, glancing back at Bordeaux beside me. He, like me, wore a numb expression. We stared at each other silently for a long time, like two emotionless stone statues.

Only the blood-soaked Reverse Scales and Azure Sky still triumphantly radiate deathly light in our hands.

The demons of the fortress were already exhausted, out of ammunition and supplies, yet they fought to the death, for this was their land, their home, and they were fighting for their homeland; while we were merely invaders, what were we fighting for?

The light suddenly dimmed, and a messenger appeared at the breach, blocking the light from the fortress.

"The Seventh Squad of the Third Column needs support!"

The terrible street fighting had lasted for more than two months, and nearly ninety percent of the fortress had fallen into the hands of the Imperial Army, but the remaining demons still resisted tenaciously. Just then, the Emperor issued an order: all troops were to withdraw from the fortress, and the Imperial Dragon Knights would take over our mission. Clearly, this was another perfect opportunity for those pampered nobles to find leverage for future promotions.

There were few objections or complaints from the army, because two months of continuous slaughter had been enough to exhaust anyone, both physically and mentally. The three knightly orders finally withdrew from the nightmarish battlefield. Seventy thousand men—a full seventy thousand—were forever trapped within Slote Fortress, never to emerge again. The once-mighty Black Dragon Knights, who had left Wind Capital in triumph, were reduced to a mere forty-five thousand, along with the wounded lying in bed groaning in pain.

Slote Fortress had become a veritable meat grinder for the Imperial army.

[Main Story Part Two: The War of the Divine Dragon (Youth Arc) - Episode 5] Chapter 4: The Beast Alliance

Standing outside Slote Fortress, gazing at the still-burning flames within the city, my heart was filled with mixed emotions.

What is justice?

At ten, I told my father that justice was just a lie adults told children, a lie king used to deceive idiots into becoming cannon fodder.

At twenty, after my battle with the Ten Tigers of Wind Capital, I believed that fighting for those I loved was justice.

So, what am I fighting for now, and what am I killing for?

"It's for your soldiers, so that more soldiers can live and go home to see their families."

Anda hugged me, cupping my face in her hands, pressing her angelic face against my chest. For two months, she had been constantly healing the wounded soldiers with white magic, and she had lost a lot of weight.

"Your hard work has saved many soldiers from death," she said softly, "but I've also prevented many more demon soldiers from ever seeing their families again." I sighed.

"That's how war is. There is life and death, it's either you die or I die, that's the balance."

Anda gently kissed me. "I'm glad my man hasn't lost his conscience because of the killing." She said.

"That's because you're here." I kissed her back again. Yes, if it weren't for Anda, with her constantly guiding, educating, and leading me, I might have already become a murderous monster.

"Meeting you is the greatest fortune of my life," I said affectionately to my woman.

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"The First Army Corps suffered 3,751 dead, 116 missing, and 2,516 wounded; the Second Army Corps suffered 3,696 dead, 76 missing, and 2,121 wounded; the Third Army Corps suffered 2,956 dead, and..." On

the third day of their rest outside the Slot Fortress, the Black Dragon Knights held their first meeting since the start of the siege. Listening to Brando's report on casualties, everyone frowned. Except for the Fifth Cavalry Regiment, which hadn't participated in the siege, all the units had lost more than half their fighting strength.

"The casualties are too high!" Uncle Villa sighed.

"If every battle from now on is like this, it will be terrible." The speaker was Naixiu, commander of the Fourth Army Corps. After two months of fierce fighting, the beautiful elven warrior's face was etched with fatigue.

"I'm a little worried!" Uncle Bilia said gravely.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's obvious the demons are intentionally wearing down our army at Slot Fortress before engaging us in a decisive battle. Although we're almost at the top, the casualty rate is just too high." He frowned as he spoke.

"It's a losing proposition, a complete loss!"

"I understand that, but the demons are in a similar situation," Bordeaux said from the side. The tens of thousands of demons inside Slot Fortress were now almost entirely wiped out.

"Although the main force of the demons hasn't truly appeared yet, we still have 300,000 men. Even if the demons mobilize their entire nation, we're at least in an unassailable position," I said.

"You don't understand. I'm not worried about the demons, but the orcs," Uncle Bilia said, slamming his hand on the table.

"A demon-orc alliance?" Tiger Pace exclaimed in surprise, immediately causing a small commotion in the conference room.

"Orcs?" I couldn't help but think of my father. When he was on his expedition against the demons, he encountered a combined force of orcs and demons at the foot of the Great Stone Fortress on the eastern front. The Imperial army suffered a crushing defeat in that battle, and my father died on the battlefield. Although he died under the sword of the Behemoth King due to the Pantheon Blood Curse, even if he had killed Behemoth, he couldn't have escaped the siege of countless enemies.

"This is the western front, thousands of miles away from the orcs' territory. The orcs shouldn't be here, right?" I said.

"Our reconnaissance network has been extended thirty miles around the city of Slot, and we haven't found any trace of orcs," Naixiu said from the side.

"I hope so." Uncle Villa and Tegpes both clearly showed unease. This was understandable; the scene of the orcish-demon alliance defeating the imperial army at the gates of Stone Fortress was too deeply etched in their minds. I possessed all of my father's memories, so I naturally knew what had happened.

"Should we report this to His Majesty the Emperor and have him prepare in advance?" Commander Pace asked from the side.

"Report? Be careful someone says you're undermining morale! Besides, these are just speculations; do you think His Majesty the Emperor will believe them?"

Commander Loki of the Fifth Cavalry Regiment scoffed from the side. Since cavalry was not suitable for the complex terrain of urban warfare, his cavalry regiment had never participated in urban carnage among the five regiments of the Black Dragon Knights, making it the most complete unit in the Black Dragon Knights.

"It's better to be prepared than not!" Just then, Overmas, who never spoke at military meetings, interjected. After the siege of Slote Fortress began, even high-ranking generals like Uncle Villa had to personally lead their troops into street fighting. Meanwhile, the lower-ranking soldiers, whose positions were neither high nor low, were spared the bitter fate of fighting.

"What should we do?" Uncle Villa's eyes lit up as he turned to ask.

"Have the troops pack their belongings and prepare for immediate relocation. The reason? Say that Slote Fortress is about to fall, and we're preparing to attack Federos! Prepare in advance to avoid last-minute panic!" Overmas said sarcastically, having participated in the Imperial army's disastrous defeat at the foot of the Great Stone Fortress. According to the Emperor's plan, Federos was the second target after the fall of Slote Fortress.

"What?" Everyone was stunned by his words, then feigned sudden understanding.

The soldiers were told to pack their belongings to prevent a disastrous defeat where they would lose everything. That was acceptable, but it was absolutely unacceptable to tell the soldiers what happened next. If we actually told our soldiers that the orcs might come and the Imperial army would suffer a crushing defeat, it would not only throw morale into chaos, but we'd likely be executed by the Emperor for disrupting the army's morale. But this alternative approach would have no negative consequences.

"Good idea!" Uncle Villa nodded in agreement.

The same goal, done in different ways, yielded different results.

"And you, Dark, tomorrow you'll take a few scouts east and scout ahead," Uncle Villa said to me.

"Me?"

"Of course it's you! You're the deputy legion commander, the commander of the Black Dragon Riders. Who else could it be? You're in the midst of war now, not in school. You can't be as indifferent to military affairs as you used to be," Uncle Villa said with a hint of reproach.

"Commanding tens of thousands of troops is completely different from commanding a few hundred. You should study this carefully," he added.

"I understand. I'll try my best to go further tomorrow," I nodded somewhat ashamed. Indeed, apart from the siege battles of the past two months, my actions in the army were just like my actions in school—lazy and aimless.

"Work hard, you have a bright future," Commander Pace said, gently patting my shoulder.

The next day, I led a dozen scouts, riding my warhorse eastward. The area within twenty square kilometers of Slot Fortress was mostly plains, not conducive to ambushes by large armies, but forty square kilometers to the east lay a vast expanse of dense forests and valleys, the most likely hiding place if there were any ambushes.

After the meeting that night, Uncle Bilia personally reported this idea to the Emperor, but no one believed him. Emperor Aura dismissed our concerns with disdain. He believed it was impossible for the orcs to cross the entire Wind Continent from the eastern front to support the demons on the western front. Uncle Vilia said a few more words, and was almost punished with twenty lashes for disrupting morale, but fortunately, many people pleaded for him

, and the punishment was dropped. However, in reality, most of the army thought the same way. Although the demons and orcs were allies, their past enmity ran deep. Before Rez Fabil established the empire, the demons and orcs were mortal enemies. In the Death Triangle, known as the Magic Black Hole, the corpses of demons piled up like mountains. And Thor's hammer at the Tobruk Fortress in the center of the Death Triangle had claimed the lives of countless demon warriors. Of the three major races on the continent, humans possessed creativity that the orcs and demons lacked, and their potential was limitless. They were the most promising race; who knew what even more terrifying things humans would create besides dragon warriors? The orcs and demons had always been at a disadvantage in their war against the new humans led by dragon warriors. Forced to unite for survival, they formed an alliance, culminating in the famous Seven Years' War in the Empire's history.

"Do you know, Count Schneider, that in close combat alone, no race in the world can match the orcs? If no one used magic, even the Dark Elves, who possess the incarnation of fallen angels, wouldn't be a match for the strongest Behemoth warriors among the orcs."

Hagson was the commander of the Black Dragon Knights' reconnaissance battalion, with over twenty years of military experience. War had left many marks on his body; each scar represented a story of life and death. His rank wasn't high, but in the seniority-driven army, his prestige was unparalleled; even Uncle Vilia respected him greatly. Hagson was a new human with the canine-human transformation of the orc race. His nose was exceptionally sensitive, and his ears could twitch freely. It was said that he could tell whether a fly was male or female just by smelling it.

"We new humans are stronger than the orcs." A young soldier standing nearby was somewhat unconvinced. He was a newcomer from the White Tiger Academy named Qiang Ke, and he had matured considerably after more than two months of war.

"You're wrong. If we're just talking about overall strength, because they can use magic, the half-orcs among the new humans who possess the power to transform into orcs aren't any weaker than pure orc warriors. But if they don't use magic, in hand-to-hand combat alone, half-orcs with the power to transform into leopards are definitely no match for true leopards." "

But this isn't the Death Triangle where magic can't be used. The orcs' weakness of not being able to use magic is too obvious. Even if they came, there's nothing to be afraid of," John said unconvinced.

"What do you think?" he asked me.

"If the demons and orcs join forces, and the demons use magic to support the orcs on the battlefield, enhancing their offensive and defensive capabilities, then the orcs will be virtually invincible," I sighed. My last memory of my father was of countless orc warriors beneath the Great Stone Fortress, supported by demon mages chanting defensive and offensive spells, their attack power multiplied, slaughtering the Imperial army and leaving corpses strewn across the battlefield. The sight of the Imperial army's utter defeat still fills me with dread.

"No matter what, we must go as far as possible," I said. If the demons and orcs really did unite, it would be terrifying. I didn't care about the Emperor's life, but I cared about Anda and the others; they were in the army, and I had to think of them.

We passed through the thirty-wide perimeter of the Imperial reconnaissance forces and entered unfamiliar territory. The trees gradually increased; the demons were located in the south, and the forests were mostly broad-leaved. After marching for more than ten more days, at dusk, a large forest appeared more than an hour ahead of us. It was a vast expanse of hills, perfect for concealing a large army.

"Dismount, proceed on foot,"

Hagerson ordered. I was his superior, but I willingly obeyed his orders; after all, he was an expert in this area.

There was a small grove of trees nearby, where we hid our horses. Since dismounting, Hagerson had been constantly sniffing the air.

"Smelling something?" I asked. Hagerson didn't answer, but simply bent over and led us forward. For some reason, almost everyone present subconsciously held their breath, as if afraid of being overheard by the enemy.

We stealthily crept into the dense forest. For more than two months, we had been facing either crimson blood or cold, black iron. Seeing the vibrant greenery and breathing the fresh, bloodless air instantly lifted our spirits.

"Feeling much better," someone whispered. "Don't make a sound!" Hagson's brow furrowed even deeper. Suddenly, his eyes gleamed, his muscles tensed, and his body rapidly transformed into a canine. Hagson, now a canine, lay sprawled on the ground, wagging his head and sniffing around like a dog. Although he looked ridiculous, none of us dared to laugh at him; we all knew something terrible had happened.

Hagson took a few quick steps forward, stopping in front of a small clump of bushes. He parted the bushes with his hands. "This is it!"

he said, pointing to a pile of dung, consisting of eight or nine clumps the size of a human fist.

"My God, I thought it was something else, just a pile of shit," someone said nonchalantly.

"This isn't ordinary shit; it's the dung of a Behemoth!" Hagson said gravely.

The Behemoths of the Orcish race are the second strongest wild creatures in the world after dragons. An army of Behemoths is the elite of the Orcish army, considered the most powerful fighting force in the world. A single squad of one hundred Behemoths is equivalent to a ten-thousand-strong Imperial army.

"Search carefully everywhere!" I commanded. Everyone immediately dispersed, parting the dense bushes to meticulously search every suspicious blade of grass.

Speaking of Behemoths, I couldn't help but think of the Behemoth King, the Orcish's first warrior who killed my father. The Behemoth King was a hybrid, born from the union of an Orc and a Behemoth. Humans improve their physique through soul fusion, while Orcs enhance their strength through the most primitive method: mating. Humans and beasts having sex—it's truly disgusting to think about, but it's perfectly normal among Orcs. Years ago, it was this Behemoth and the orc's descendant, Dis Behemoth, who led his army to a crushing defeat of his father's Black Dragon Knights. I never imagined that years later, at Slot Fortress, I would suffer a fate similar to my father's.

"Look at this!" Jangle, seemingly out of nowhere, produced a golden feather and held it to my face. I took it, my expression instantly changing, for this was no ordinary feather, but a Thunderbird's feather.

Thunderbirds were the orcs' aerial trump card, their strength surpassing even the human griffins and the demonic bird-man-birds.

"Evacuate immediately!"

Things were dire. Everything was now clear: the demons were deliberately keeping us bogged down at Slot Fortress, using endless street fighting to wear down our army, while simultaneously using the gained time to regroup their main orc forces and deliver a fatal blow.

The Empire's four legions were exhausted from days of fierce fighting; it was time for them to strike.

Just then, the Reverse Scale hidden within me suddenly began to vibrate, and at the same time, the Dragon Soul in my brain also vibrated.

"What's going on!" Hegson asked with concern when he saw my sudden change in expression. "We've been discovered!" I said. "You guys go first! Split up and go back!" I ordered.

"But..." Jonk wanted to say something, but I interrupted him.

"Don't worry about me, there's no time. Split up and go back. You must report all of this to Vilia!" I said, pulling the Reverse Scale from my body and transforming into a dark dragon. The Reverse Scale vibrated violently in my hand. The people who came were powerful.

"Go!" As expected of an experienced scout, Hegson didn't say anything more and immediately dragged the group of youngsters away.

"We're not going to worry about you anymore. Take care, Earl!"

I spread my wings and flew in the opposite direction. The scenery around me rushed past, and I stopped on a clearing.

"Come out!" I said, the two forces that had triggered the Dragon Soul reaction within me now not far away.

"Dark Dragon!" A voice rang out behind me, a voice that was melodious, sweet, and captivating—clearly the voice of a beautiful woman.

I slowly turned around, and there I saw a pair of beautiful eyes, golden eyes.

"My God!" I thought to myself, a sense of foreboding washing over me. The thing that the dragon warriors of all ages had always feared had finally come to pass.

[Main Story Part Two: The War of the Divine Dragons (Youth Chapter) - Episode 5] Chapter 5: The Dragon Warriors of the Demon Clan

The world was created in an explosion. Gods were the first beings to emerge from the world's creation. They absorbed the residual energy from the world's birth to become gods. The remaining unabsorbed power solidified into Hamba Stones. However, Hamba Stones need to be infused with a living soul to function. Selfish gods, unwilling to sacrifice for others, could only stare longingly at the delicious food.

There are eleven Hamba Stones, all afflicted with the most malevolent curse in the world—the Blood Curse of the Gods—by the gods. They were kept on Mount Sunless Mountain, jointly guarded by the gods. Later, when the divine race was divided and fighting amongst themselves, the eleven Hamba Stones were lost to the mortal realm.

The ten sages found seven of them and created the most powerful warriors in the world—the Dragon Warriors. The other four fell into the hands of the demons, creatures created by fallen angels.

Dragon warriors throughout history have worried that the demons would create similar dragon warriors using the same methods as the Ten Sages.

Unexpectedly, this fear has become a reality three hundred years after the birth of the dragon warriors.

The enemy before me is an out-and-out demon, but she doesn't appear before me in her fallen angel form; instead, she appears as a dragon warrior, a dark dragon warrior like myself, one of my kind.

"Dark Dragon!" she says coldly. This demon before me, who shares my identity as a dark dragon, is clad in the same dark dragon armor as me, possesses the same golden eyes unique to dragon warriors, and the same black dragon wings. She is only half a head shorter than me, with fair, rosy skin, sensual red lips, and golden eyes that gleam with a chilling arrogance and murderous intent. Seeing her reminds me of another woman: the Empress of the Empire.

Their eyes are so similar—the eyes of an extremely ambitious woman.

Of all the beauties I've ever seen, only the three beauties of Fengdu can compare to her. Her long, slender legs are flawless, making me secretly swallow hard. She and I are very similar, both being dragon warriors of the Dark Dragon Clan, and both possessing the transformation of a fallen angel of the demon race. The only difference is that she has a small horn on her forehead, indicating that she is a demon with pure dark demon blood, unlike me, who is a hybrid of human and demon.

At the same time, another person appeared to my right, another demon warrior also in dragon warrior form beside me. He was clad in purple armor, and if I'm not mistaken, he was a dragon warrior with the power of the Purple Lightning Dragon.

"You can't leave, Count Xiunaida," the newcomer said to me in the same cold tone. "Demons are demons, lacking creativity, only good at imitating others." I mocked.

"I never thought that a beauty like you would willingly bear the cursed fate of becoming a dragon warrior."

Although she was an enemy, I also felt sorry for her. The situation was dire. The beautiful woman with the power of a dark dragon in front of me and the purple lightning dragon to my right both possessed the power of a dragon warrior's third transformation. Although I possessed the power of a fourth transformation, I wasn't confident I could defeat them both simultaneously. Moreover, who knew how many unknown opponents were lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance?

"This is all thanks to you humans!" the purple lightning dragon said coldly. He wasn't wrong; for centuries, the demon race had been at a disadvantage in their struggle against the new humans led by dragon warriors. Finally, after suffering countless defeats at the hands of the dragon warriors, some demons were willing to sacrifice their lives, using their souls to unleash the power of the Hamba Stone, creating super soldiers like the Ten Sages.

"You don't have a son yet, do you?" the frosty-faced beauty asked.

"What's wrong? Do you want to have a son for me?"

I swallowed hard, gazing at her beautiful face. Although the situation was quite unfavorable, I wanted to take advantage of this verbal advantage while I still had the chance, lest I lose out later.

"Hmph!" the beautiful woman sneered. "If you die now, the Empire's seven great dragon warriors will be forever one short."

With a flick of her wrist, a black spear appeared in her hand—the Phantom Dragon Spear, one of the four great divine weapons of the demon race, along with the Heavenly Demon Blade, the Dragon-Slaying Fang, and the Thunder Claw. It was twelve feet long and originally the weapon of Kargath, one of the seven great demon generals under the fallen angel Satan.

During the war between gods and demons, four of the seven great demon generals under the fallen angel Lucifer died in battle. He passed on their weapons to the demon race: the Heavenly Demon Blade, the Dragon-Slaying Sword, the Dragon-Slaying Fang, the Phantom Dragon Spear, and the Thunder Claw.

When my ancestor Karuz abducted Princess Neli, who had returned to southern Asania with Lucifer IV, he also fought against Lucifer IV, who wielded the Phantom Dragon Spear. Therefore, Reverse Scale is no stranger to this demon spear.

"My name is Kayura Lucifer, the princess of the demon race. Don't forget me when you go to hell." Kayura said, swinging her demonic spear, Phantom Dragon, in a feint thrust. She was about thirteen steps away from me, but this feint, amplified by the dark dragon's energy, created a vacuum in front of me. The air from all sides pressed down on me from behind, like a tidal wave pushing me forward.

I am no longer the naive person I once was. In the past two months, I have been constantly dealing with death, and my martial arts have undergone a qualitative leap. Now, even if I were to face Princess Ruyue again, I would not be afraid.

Because in these two months of close contact with death, I have mastered the essence of the Xiunaida family's most prized martial art, "The Finest Moment."

I did not use my inner energy to resist the force pressing down on me from behind. Instead, I used the force of the attack to propel myself forward, kicking out the "Demonic Reincarnation" technique!

At the same time, the tip of the Phantom Dragon Spear in Kayura's hand trembled, transforming into a small ball of spear shadow that pierced towards my toes. If it hit, my foot would surely be blasted with a huge hole.

The instant I lunged at Kayura, the Purple Lightning Dragon to my side also attacked simultaneously. His right hand was clad in a massive arm guard, none other than the Thunder Claw, one of the four great guardian artifacts of the Demon Clan.

"Purple Lightning God-Slaying Fist!"

The Purple Lightning Dragon raised his right fist, the Thunder Claw gathering immense electric energy, and punched towards me from a distance. Although the Jade Dragon Bordeaux's attribute was air and he was extremely skilled in lightning magic, the Purple Lightning Dragon only focused on lightning in air magic, and the electric energy generated by his punch far surpassed that of Bordeaux.

At this moment, my heart entered a state of undisturbed stillness. Everything around me vanished without a trace, leaving only the arcing tip of the Phantom Dragon Spear and the ever-approaching shadow of the God-Slaying Fist before my eyes.

My mind was like a clear mirror, reflecting the situation before me: the Purple Lightning Dragon was farther away, and its attack would arrive a little slower than Kayura's.

A little slower was enough!

My right leg drew a small circle in the air, narrowly catching the tip of the Phantom Dragon's spear within it. I pulled my leg back, trapping the Phantom Dragon. What a close

call! If it weren't for the two months of iron-blooded training that had given me the true essence of "leaving no room for error," I wouldn't have dared to use this method.

My plan was to utilize the Dark Dragon's corrosive properties. Risking a minor injury, I would borrow the Phantom Dragon's power to deal with the Purple Lightning Dragon before and behind me.

The Dark Dragon itself represents darkness, and the power of the dark magic path is all about self-interest at the expense of others. The Dragon Demon Heart Technique, which combines the power of fallen angels and the Dark Dragon, allows one to absorb the opponent's power during combat and convert it into one's own to retaliate.

My right leg was entangled with the Phantom Dragon, and the Dark Dragon's energy condensed on the Phantom Dragon surged through, relentlessly attacking my body from the point of contact.

"Divine Dragon Undying Body! Protect me!"

"Dragon Demon Soul Devour!"

I activated Divine Dragon Undying Body, raising my power to its peak, and simultaneously unleashed "Dragon Demon Soul Devour," prepared to risk minor injuries to forcibly borrow power from Kayura's attack.

Kayura and I are both dark dragons; our dragon auras are very similar, so borrowing power should be easy. I also have the power of one more transformation, so even if I'm injured, it won't be too serious.

Once I borrow power, I'll use it to deal with the purple lightning dragon attacking from behind, striving to kill it in one move.

In this world, apart from the gods living on the Sunless Mountain and the fallen angels hiding in Shen Yue Valley, no creature can restrain a dragon warrior who possesses both dragon power and human intelligence.

"The best creature to deal with a dragon warrior is a dragon warrior," my father once proudly told me. So, while Kayura certainly wants to kill me, I also want to kill them. "Nip the enemy's dragon warriors in the bud"—that's my thought.

As for this beauty, the best course of action would be to capture her alive, rape her repeatedly, for ten or eight days, until she becomes my slave.

Kayura hadn't expected me to use such a risky and unexpected move. Caught off guard, the dark dragon energy on the Illusion Dragon was completely absorbed by me.

At that moment, the Purple Lightning Dragon's God-Slaying Fist struck the wings on my back.

"How could this be!"

Kayura's expression changed drastically because of my unexpected move, but my surprise was no less.

My surprise wasn't because the absorbed power injured me, but because I was completely unharmed!

The power absorbed from the Illusion Dragon, after entering my body, merged perfectly with my original power like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, without any conflict or harm. The scene before me was as if the other party intentionally helped me, injecting power into my body.

My strength nearly doubled in an instant. At that moment, the God-Slaying Fist struck from behind, the electric shocks crackling in the wind, making my wings and back tingle.

I had no way to dodge. I concentrated all the power of the Divine Dragon Undying Body into my right shoulder, the target of the punch. A great wind howled behind me, but the dark dragon armor that had formed on my right shoulder, now imbued with twice the power of the Divine Dragon Undying Body, glowed with a faint yellow light.

*Clang!

* The Purple Lightning Dragon's God-Slaying Fist struck my right shoulder. Countless tortoise-shell-like cracks appeared in the dark dragon armor protecting my body, expanding within a hundredth of a second before disintegrating into the air. The Thunder Claw pierced through the armor and struck my right shoulder heavily, a powerful electric shock spreading throughout my body.

*Ugh!*

I cried out in pain, spitting out a mouthful of blood. My left hand, wielding the Reverse Scale, lashed out with a counter-slash, aiming at the Purple Lightning Dragon's right shoulder, which was encased in the Thunder Claw.

*Clang!*

A sword strike for a punch; Reverse Scale landed on his right shoulder, almost in the same spot where he had struck me. Similarly, Reverse Scale pierced through his protective Purple Lightning Dragon Armor, cutting deep into his right shoulder, penetrating three inches into the flesh, and also sending the devastating power of the Dark Dragon's energy into his body.

The Purple Lightning Dragon, only a fraction of a second slower than me, coughed up blood. Struck by the blow, he retracted his Thunder Claw and desperately retreated, but blood continued to gush from his wounded right shoulder. My attack, incorporating the power of two Dark Dragons, had severely injured him.

The defensive strength of the Dark Dragon Armor formed by the combined energy of Kayura and my two Dark Dragons far exceeded our expectations. His attack only caused me minor internal injuries. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to counterattack so immediately after taking his blow, severely injuring my opponent; sometimes, victory or defeat hangs in the balance.

But I hadn't yet achieved a complete victory. Taking advantage of my momentary focus on the Purple Lightning Dragon, Kayura, whose power I had borrowed, dropped the Phantom Dragon Spear I had been holding between my legs and launched a bare-handed attack.

"Oh my god!"

This woman's aim was awful; her slender hand, as I fell from the air, grabbed my lower abdomen, her fingers tightening, almost tearing my stomach apart.

"Heavenly Demon Bliss!"

Kayura's face revealed a chilling, sinister smile. She had used the most vicious and evil move in the Heavenly Demon Art, "Heavenly Demon Bliss," to drain my power.

A wave of pleasure, like the climax of male-female intercourse, washed over me. My body went limp, and the dragon energy within me burst forth from my lower abdomen.

There was no shortage of martial arts techniques in this world that could absorb the essence of other creatures to enhance one's own power, but none of these techniques could compare to Heavenly Demon Bliss. Because when evil spells and sorcery absorb the power of others, there's a common phenomenon: the target suffers immense pain, both mentally and physically. It's known that in extreme pain, a person's potential is unleashed, their power increasing exponentially. The one absorbing another's power might end up losing more than they gain, killed by the power generated by the victim's extreme suffering. However, those afflicted by

the Heavenly Demon's Bliss experience no pain whatsoever; instead, they experience a euphoric sensation akin to the climax of sexual intercourse. The more power they lose, the stronger the pleasure, rendering them utterly devoid of any will to resist.

My God!

In my utter shock, I finally tasted this truly apt description of "ecstasy on the verge of death." Ecstasy was indeed present, but "dying on the verge of death" simply meant being close to death.

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"If you were afflicted by the Heavenly Demon's Bliss, what would you do?" my father once asked me.

"Gather your strength to fight back, desperately try to break free," I said. "Wrong!" my father shouted. "That will only drain your strength bit by bit!"

"Besides, once you're hit by that, it's questionable whether you'll even have the willpower to fight back!"

"Then what should I do?"

"Accomplish the wicked!" my father said.

"Aiding the wicked?"

"That's right. Not only should you not resist, but you should also push all your power into the opponent's body."

"Oh, I understand. It's like eating. You have to eat one bite at a time. Even the person with the biggest appetite can't swallow a whole bowl of rice in one gulp." "

Good!" Father nodded approvingly and continued, "Although you'll lose a lot of power for a while, we are dragon warriors with unlimited potential. As long as we rest for a day or two, our power will recover quickly. So, when you encounter this situation, never be stingy with your power. Just choke the opponent to death!"

In the ecstasy of death, I mustered my last bit of willpower, gathered the dragon energy in my body into a ball, and pushed it towards Kayura in one go. Sure enough, just as Father said, Kayura couldn't swallow such a large ball of food and was "choked" by it. Her body trembled, and she loosened her fingers as if electrocuted, while also retreating with lightning speed, a painful expression on her face.

I successfully broke free from Kayura, but in doing so, I lost nearly 30% of my power. At this point, less than two seconds had passed since our three-way exchange. Instead of pursuing Kayura, I lunged at the Purple Lightning Dragon I had just severely injured.

Kayura was suffering terribly from the surge of my power; attacking her now would only give her an opportunity to vent the excessive power she had absorbed from me—a losing proposition. It was better to

strike while the iron was hot and kill this half-dead Purple Lightning Dragon. The Purple Lightning Dragon, severely wounded by my sword, had just regained its footing, but the color drained from its face.

The Dark Dragon's energy I had injected into it was highly corrosive, and the Purple Lightning Dragon was now painfully battling against the Dark Dragon's energy, which was corroding its body like strong acid. Its power was greatly diminished; this was the perfect opportunity to kill it.

"Living spirits in the darkness, bound by my blood, answer my call! With your hands, destroy all living beings before me!"

I moved my left hand, and the Reverse Scale slashed my right wrist, blood flowing out. I swiftly drew a six-pointed star-shaped blood array on the ground, using the power of my dark dragon blood to summon countless souls from nature, unleashing "Wraith Annihilation!"

For two months, Slot Fortress had devoured countless lives, and the vengeful spirits of the fallen gathered in large numbers near the fortress. This dark magic to summon souls was perfectly suited for this moment. Countless souls of the fallen, summoned by the blood, gathered around me, guided by the Reverse Scale stained with my blood, and lunged at the purple lightning dragon before them.

If struck by this attack, the Purple Lightning Dragon's life essence and flesh would be instantly drained clean by the evil spirits and vengeful spirits.

"Thunder beasts soaring through the heavens, transform your rage into my boundless power!"

Facing me, who was only interested in taking advantage of him, the Purple Lightning Dragon displayed its fierce side at this critical moment, risking further injury to unleash its strongest magic.

"Thunderous Might!"

In an instant, the Thunder Claw was wrapped in rings of electricity, gleaming brightly. The Purple Lightning Dragon spat out another mouthful of blood, wielding the Thunder Claw, using the power of the lightning emblems on its claws to forcefully separate the positive and negative ions in the atmosphere, creating a powerful thunderstorm. The power of the thunderstorm collided with the vengeful spirits, creating a deafening explosion. The surrounding trees snapped under the impact of the shockwave, and the Purple Lightning Dragon, coughing up blood, was sent flying backward.

Strike while the iron is hot!

Holding the Reverse Scale tightly in my left hand, I flashed to the side of the Purple Lightning Dragon that had just been smashed to the ground.

"The Purple Lightning Dragon lineage is going to become extinct!"

I raised the Reverse Scale, intending to sever the head of this unconscious, nameless Purple Lightning Dragon. At that moment, Kayura had just "digested" the dragon energy of the Dark Dragon that had nearly killed her, her eyes shining brightly. It seemed that the dragon energy I had absorbed had greatly nourished her.

But she was too selfish. Watching me slaughter her comrade, she didn't even come to help, only concerned with digesting and absorbing the "tonic" I had given her. I

'll deal with you, you selfish demon, after I've killed this guy.

As the Reverse Scale swung down, my mind was already planning how to properly "love" Kayura after capturing her alive.

"Waaah... Oh no!"

Just then, a sense of crisis arose in my heart. Responding instinctively, I pushed off with my legs and leaped into the air.

The instant I leaped into the air, a mound suddenly rose from the ground beside the motionless Purple Lightning Dragon, and a figure shot out like a cannonball.

A blunt greatsword, whistling through the green shadows, slashed towards my head. The newcomer was none other than the Dragon Warrior possessing the Dragon Soul of the Azure Fang Dragon.

Clang!

Caught off guard after unleashing "Wraith Annihilation!", I could only barely raise my Reverse Scale to parry his sword.

The newcomer's strength surpassed that of Kayura and the Purple Lightning Dragon; like me, he possessed the power of the Dragon Warrior's fourth transformation. The blunt greatsword in his hand was the Demon Sword Dragon Fang, and the power it carried was specifically designed to counter dragons and Dragon Warriors—the Dragon-Slaying Slash.

At this moment, using only half my strength to defend myself, I was no match for his sneak attack. As our swords clashed, the Dragon Fang, suppressing its rebellious scales, pressed against my chest, forcefully tearing through my protective dark dragon armor. The dragon energy of the Azure Fang Dragon transformed into the power of the Dragon-Slaying Slash, seeping into my body through the two-inch wound on my right chest. Then, the power of the Dragon-Slaying Slash exploded within my body.

"Ugh!"

I spat out a cloud of blood mist, and in excruciating pain, I kicked out, striking him in the abdomen. Using the recoil, I fled into the nearby dense forest.

In the instant our swords clashed, I saw his face clearly. He had a golden horn on his head, and was remarkably handsome, his eyes radiating an indescribable arrogance.

Just as the attacker was about to give chase, a figure beat him to it—it was Kayura.

"He's mine, brother! Give him to me," Kayura said, clinging tightly to my back.

This dragon warrior possessing the power of the Azure Fang Dragon is the current Demon Emperor, Lucifer XIII.

[Main Story Part Two: The War of the Dragon Gods (Youth Arc) - Episode 5] Chapter Six: Harmony of Heaven and Man

I hid on a large, leafy tree, panting heavily. My whole body ached. The sword wound in my chest wasn't deep, but it was excruciatingly painful. Lucifer XIII's sword strike contained the power of the Dragon-Slaying Slash, specifically designed to counter dragon warriors. The wound was extremely difficult to heal. Although the bleeding had stopped, I couldn't engage in any strenuous activity; otherwise, it would reopen the wound.

But that wasn't the worst of it. The attack Lucifer XIII delivered into my body, imbued with the power of the Dragon-Slaying Slash, had nearly shattered the Dark Dragon Soul in my brain. My current strength was less than 30% of its peak, and, fatally, I couldn't use my internal energy to heal. Whenever I used the dragon energy within my body, my head felt like it was about to explode.

With no high-level white mage nearby to heal me, I could only rely on the dragon warrior's own regenerative abilities to slowly recover. But surrounded by powerful enemies, doing so was practically tantamount to waiting to die.

Today was truly the worst day ever. First, I was struck by Kayura's Heavenly Demon Bliss, losing thirty percent of my power. Then, due to a sneak attack from the Azure Fang Dragon, I was severely injured by a strike imbued with the power of the Dragon-Slaying Slash. It was truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly. To make matters worse, that witch Kayura kept chasing me relentlessly. My god, did I have to use the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique again?

I was no match for her now, so I had to run as fast as I could. But in my haste, I made a mistake. Plus, my mother is related to Liangya, and her son doesn't know the way, so I ran in the wrong direction, getting further and further away from the Imperial army's control area.

This little imp's speed wasn't much slower than mine, and since we were both dark dragons, we had a strange telepathic connection. I tried everything I could to shake her off, but nothing worked. I'm now catching my breath in a dense forest, while the little fairy, wielding the Phantom Dragon Spear, circles outside the trees, searching for me.

It seems she's had a taste for me now, seeing me as a delicious meal, wanting to devour me whole with her Heavenly Demon Bliss.

To escape her pursuit, I begin using "Deceive the Heavens" to conceal myself, suppressing the connection between the Dragon Soul within me and the Dragon Soul within Kayura.

"Deceive the Heavens" was created by the legendary Wise Sage among the Ten Sages. It's not a martial arts technique, but rather a method used by Dragon Warriors after their seventh transformation to conceal their presence.

The strongest Dragon Warrior in the world, needing to conceal their location? It's unbelievable, but it's true.

A Dragon Warrior who has completed seven transformations possesses power so great that even gods fear them. What would they fear?

The Dragon Warrior fears not gods, nor demons, but the heavens!

The celestial tribulations born from the heavens!

The Dragon Warrior was afflicted by the most malevolent Blood Curse of the Gods; he would either die from the Dragon Plague or from the Heavenly Tribulation.

When the Heavenly Tribulation occurs, magical attacks representing the four elements of nature—wind, fire, water, and earth—would appear, destroying the afflicted creature and scattering its soul, condemning it to eternal damnation.

Mages explain the Heavenly Tribulation as follows: when a creature's power becomes too strong, defying the will of Heaven, Heaven will be angered and use its power to destroy this rebellious creature to maintain the balance of the world.

However, the greatest sage in the world, the Wise Sage Nostradamus, offers a different explanation: everything in the world, from stars and the universe to a blade of grass, a grain of sand, or a tiny insect, possesses a magnetic field. The stronger the object, the stronger its magnetic field, and the greater its influence on the surrounding environment.

The effects of force are relative; the greater your influence on the environment, the greater the influence the environment has on you. When the influence of both reaches a certain level, the Heavenly Tribulation is created.

The brilliance of the "Deceiving Heaven and Crossing the Sea" technique lies in merging the human body's magnetic field with the magnetic field of the entire natural world, eliminating their mutual influence. In this way, nature treats you as part of itself, and the heavenly tribulation will not occur.

This technique can even deceive the heavens, and of course, it can also deceive the connection between the Dark Dragon Soul within Kayura

, who is pursuing me, and my own Dragon Soul. I closed my eyes, extinguishing all six senses—mouth, eyes, ears, nose, body, and mind. I diligently regulated my breathing, focusing on the rhythm of nature around me, merging my endocrine system and metabolism with the surrounding environment.

My six senses gradually vanished; now I could neither see, hear, nor smell, yet my mind was completely clear. Gradually, I merged with the forest.

Outside the forest, Kayura, enraged at losing her connection with me, swung her phantom dragon, striking a large tree nearby, severing the trunk, which was as thick as a man's embrace, in two.

In a state of perfect clarity, a gentle power flowed slowly into my body through every pore. A cool sensation emanated from the wound in my chest, and my severe injuries began to heal.

The power healing me came from the natural forces of this forest.

The "Deceive the Heavens" technique perfectly unites man and nature.

The wise sage said that nature is alive. At this moment, the power of nature resonated with the power within me, and with the help of nature's power, my severe injuries were healing bit by bit.

In the wonderful feeling of oneness with nature, I forgot about Kayura, who was chasing me outside the forest, forgot about my injuries, forgot about the bloodshed in the Slot Fortress two months ago, forgot about death, and even forgot about myself.

The great tree beneath me channeled the water and nutrients absorbed from the earth through the veins in its branches to every leaf, and every leaf radiated vibrant life.

Several unnamed wildflowers in the forest displayed their most beautiful colors to the setting sun; a few butterflies perched on them, drinking the sweet sap bestowed by nature, their wings fluttering and opening, revealing the most beautiful patterns that only nature's masterful brush could paint.

My mind was free of desire, without sorrow or joy, I wholeheartedly opened my heart, immersed in nature's embrace, feeling the pulse of the entire world.

The sound of a dog barking startled me from my merging with nature. I opened my eyes, looked up at the starry sky, and found that the moon was already high in the sky. Unconsciously, I had been in the forest for nearly three hours.

I circulated the dragon energy within my body, and my severe internal injuries were completely healed. The wound on my chest had healed as if I had never been injured. Even the 30% of power that Kayura had absorbed had been completely restored, and my strength was even higher than before.

"The greatest power in the world is not the power of gods, nor the power of demons, but the power of nature." Only now do I finally understand the true meaning of what the wise sage said back then.

Heavy footsteps echoed all around. Kayura, that witch, couldn't find me alone, so she mobilized her army to conduct a massive search of the forest where I was hiding.

It seems this witch won't give up until she finds me.

"Clang!"

My fingertip lightly flicked Reverse Scale, and the black blade emitted a unique, crisp, and high-pitched metallic sound, soaring into the sky.

Reverse Scale, my good brother, you have another chance to drink blood.

[Main Story Part Two: The War of the Dragon Gods (Youth Chapter) - Episode 5] Chapter Seven: Ecstasy

I scanned my surroundings with my mental eye. There were nearly fifty different auras nearby. The number of people chasing me with Kayura wasn't large, but they were all experts. There were about thirty minotaurs, seven or eight Medusas, two fire lords, and six or seven hellhounds with keen senses of smell. In addition, Kayura was accompanied by several dark demon warriors who had transformed into fallen angels.

The situation was this: one-on-one, none of them were a match for me, but if I outnumbered them, I would have no choice but to flee. Now that my powers had fully recovered, I ultimately chose to stay and fight over fleeing.

I lay prone on a large tree, using my hidden power to conceal my scent and merge my aura with the tree. Below the tree, two minotaurs wielding giant axes and a green-haired Medusa were cautiously searching the undergrowth. About ten meters away from them was a fire lord engulfed in flames. Princess Kayura, who had led the pursuit, had also entered the depths of the forest, just a few dozen meters away.

The two minotaurs under the tree gradually moved ahead, leaving Medusa behind.

"This is a golden opportunity!"

I slid down the tree trunk like a gecko, stealthily reaching Medusa's back. My left arm hooked around his throat, while my right hand gripped his left breast, my fingers digging deep into his skin.

"Dragon Demon Ecstasy!"

The power of Dragon Demon Ecstasy, evolved from Heavenly Demon Ecstasy, was no less than that of Heavenly Demon Ecstasy. Medusa, aside from a brief, instinctive resistance when I grabbed him, quickly slumped into my arms, allowing the power of Dragon Demon Ecstasy to drain his essence completely.

I had used Dragon Demon Ecstasy before, but I always used it in bed. Throughout history, lustful dark dragons, except for the famously amorous ancestor Karuz, had all used this move in their encounters with beautiful women, developing various bedroom combat techniques such as the Ecstasy Hand. These were my ultimate weapons against beautiful women. Rosa, who is now waiting for me to return in the Empire, was once turned into a wanton slut by this technique.

Dragon Demon Ecstasy, when used in bed, can make even stone maidens experience ecstasy. In the past, I only used this technique for sexual pleasure, not to replenish their life force; otherwise, Anda and the others would have been dried corpses after a night of passion.

The power absorbed from Medusa quickly merged into my body, but it conflicted with my own power. After all, this wasn't my own power, and absorbing it would be harmful.

However, the power of Kayura and I is too similar, and we are highly compatible. If either of us could absorb all of the other's essence and vitality, the benefits would be unimaginable. After Kayura absorbed 30% of her power from me, she changed completely. No wonder she couldn't bear to part with me.

To her, I am an invaluable, all-around tonic.

I abandoned Medusa, now a desiccated corpse, and lunged at the two minotaurs who were still hacking wildly through the grass with their great axes, their backs to me.

The minotaur on the left had just sensed someone approaching when Reverse Scale pierced his heart. The one on the right reacted faster, turning sharply and bringing his great axe down on me at the waist.

My right hand caught the handle of his axe as it came down, while my left hand released Reverse Scale, which was still stuck in someone else's body and hadn't been pulled out in time, and transformed into an iron fist that struck his chest.

The minotaur, who was more than a head taller than me, took my punch, and a hole appeared in his chest, blood gushing out like a fountain from his back, staining the grass and trees crimson.

At that moment, a whooshing sound came from behind me. It was the Fire Lord.

"O demonic fire burning deep within the earth, respond to my guidance and turn the dragon before you to ashes!"

"Fire Blast!"

The Fire Lord, who had attacked from behind, unleashed his strongest attack the moment he appeared.

"Dragon's Undying Body, protect my body!"

I roared, maximizing the power of the Dragon's Undying Body within me. With my back to the scorching fireball hurtling towards me, I didn't even glance at it, but instead crashed into his arms.

The fireball struck my body first, but it barely caused me any damage.

Although the Dark Dragon Armor formed from the power of the Dragon's Undying Body was sturdy, I dared not use it to directly withstand the opponent's fireball, which was at the level of a sixth-level magic and possessed a power of 1500 Gray.

However, as I unleashed the Dragon's Undying Body, I also forced the petrifying essence I had absorbed from Medusa to the surface of my skin.

Medusa's ultimate technique was petrification; using the petrification power I had absorbed from her, I formed a hard, heat-insulating layer of stone on my skin.

This is my self-created "Stone Skin Protective Technique." This technique, formed through self-destructive means, offers far greater defense than those created by magicians chanting incantations.

Stone has extremely poor thermal conductivity—a fact even children understand. The power of "Fire Blast" would melt my Stone Skin within a tenth of a second before harming my flesh.

But a tenth of a second is far too long for the Dark Dragon, who loves to play with lightning speed.

Within that tenth of a second, my body passed through the range of his incoming "Fire Blast," slamming into him. In that instant, I channeled my energy to shatter the Stone Skin protecting my body, allowing the nearly melted stone to detach.

Protected by a layer of Dark Dragon Armor, I was virtually unharmed.

My right shoulder slammed heavily into the chest of the Fire Lord behind me, and my left hand reached out, plunging into his chest and seizing his heart.

Fire lords, whose bodies exist between the tangible and the intangible, have hearts that are like their flesh, existing between gas and liquid, like air and water—indestructible.

But how could I, possessing the memories of seven dragon warriors, not know how to kill a fire lord?

"Ice Ring!"

I reached my left hand into his right chest, using a level three ice spell to freeze the fire lord's heart.

Normally, the Ice Ring, with its level three magic power, wouldn't even harm the weakest fire lord.

But even the strongest things have their weaknesses. The eye of the storm was calm; the fire lord's heart didn't possess the same resistance to freezing as his physical exterior.

Water freezes when it gets cold, and once frozen, it can be cut with a sword! Once the intangible heart became tangible, I clenched my fingers and crushed it to pieces.

Just now, while healing, I unintentionally entered a state of oneness with nature, gaining a deeper understanding of the mysteries of magic. Using magic below level five is as natural as breathing for me. When Kayura arrived with the Phantom Dragon Spear, only four mangled corpses remained on the ground.

And so, in this forest, Kayura and I played a game of hide-and-seek. When they advanced, I retreated; when they retreated, I advanced. Encountering lone individuals, I mercilessly ambushed and killed them one by one.

In less than three hours, I had slaughtered twenty-seven of the fifty-odd experts Kayura had brought to hunt me. Perhaps my killing intent was too overwhelming; even the hellhounds led by the demons obediently shut their mouths, no longer barking.

Animals are animals after all. I am a dragon warrior, possessing the aura of a dragon. All wild creatures in this world fear dragons; Kayura's attempt to use them to find my whereabouts was futile.

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"This is the twenty-eighth one!"

I hid behind a bush, secretly following my target. My current opponent was a dark demon warrior with the avatar of a fallen angel. I had followed him for dozens of meters, and this guy was now my prey.

Judging from the location of the dragon energy within Kayura, she should be circling around about two hundred meters away.

His strength wasn't very strong; I was confident I could finish him off in two moves if I ambushed him.

The bushes in front of me rustled, and a small rabbit ran by, drawing his attention.

Seizing the opportunity, I leaped out from behind him, my Reverse Scale silently slashing towards the back of his neck.

Just as Reverse Scale was three feet away from him, he sensed the killing intent emanating from me. His muscles tensed, his legs bent, and he leaped forward.

He was clever; he knew that after being ambushed and losing the initiative, if he turned to face me now, he would only be caught off guard and killed by my sword. But if he ran forward, he still had a sliver of hope.

"Trying to outrun me?"

I chuckled inwardly. In this world, only the dragon warriors of the Silverwing Dragon Harget family could rival the speed of a dark dragon.

I pressed my body tightly against him, my Reverse Scale stabbing towards his forehead, less than half a foot away. At that moment, his body had just passed a tree that would take several people to encircle.

The instant my body passed the tree, a killing intent appeared, and the bark of the trunk suddenly burst open. A black spear, wedged in the fragments of bark, stabbed towards me like a venomous snake—it was Kayura's Phantom Dragon!

"You've fallen for my trap!"

Kayura's giggling voice rang in my ears.

In the midst of the chaos, I twisted my body forcefully, a searing pain shooting through my right arm as the tip of the Phantom Dragon's spear pierced past me, grazing a large chunk of flesh.

Before I could even register the pain, my right arm went numb again as Kayura's claw gripped my shoulder.

"Heavenly Demon Bliss!"

It seemed she was addicted to it; having succeeded in her sneak attack, she immediately used this move to drain my power.

At the same time, the Black Demon warrior I had ambushed turned around and delivered a backhand punch to my chest, the power and ferocity of which were in no way inferior to Kayura's.

In that instant, I immediately understood that I had fallen into Kayura's trap.

Lucifer XIII, the Azure Fang Dragon, could hide underground undetected, demonstrating that the demons also possessed their own methods of concealment. How could I not have thought of that?

Kayura had a demon warrior use the Heavenly Demon Technique to absorb a portion of her power, imbuing him with her dragon aura, creating the illusion that she was nearby.

Meanwhile, another demon, whose power was comparable to hers and who was clearly a master, pretended to be weak, feigning weakness to lure me out.

Poor me, I thought I was the hunter setting the trap, unaware that I was the prey.

My current situation is even more dangerous than when Kayura used the Heavenly Demon Bliss to drain my power. If I were to forcefully inject my power into Kayura's body using the method my father taught me, "overpowering" her to death, what power would I have to deal with the punch aimed at my face from that demon warrior whose power was no less than Kayura's?

"Use what I have!"

On the verge of death, a flash of inspiration struck me, and I allowed the black demon warrior's punch to slam into my chest.

"Ouch!"

I spat out a mouthful of blood, forcibly activating the Dragon Demon Heart Technique to transfer the destructive power that had been blasted into my body—powerful enough to shatter bones and tendons—to my right arm, which was being held captive by Kayura.

Kayura let out a miserable cry, just like last time, painfully withdrawing her arm and retreating. I had just "borrowed a flower to offer to Buddha," transferring all the power that the Black Demon warrior had sent into my body to her through the Heavenly Demon Bliss.

But another sharp pain shot through my side of the body. The transfer of power had been entirely through my own body as the medium, and wherever the opponent's power had touched, all the meridians had been injured. The injury was not as severe as the blow I had taken when Lucifer XIII ambushed me a few hours earlier, but it was still quite serious.

Taking advantage of Kayura's still-stunned state, I used the residual force of her heavy punch to retreat rapidly, crashing into the bushes, and beginning my hasty escape once more.

It was all because of my lust. If I hadn't wanted to capture Kayura alive and rape her to my heart's content, I wouldn't be in this situation. Karma!

"Don't go! We haven't had enough fun yet!" Kayura's voice rang out behind me. Good heavens, when did I become a delicious meal?

I spread my wings and ran as fast as I could, with Kayura hot on my heels. The other demons tried to intercept me, but I was incredibly fast, passing by in a flash, giving them no chance to even make a move. The demon warrior who had ambushed me with Kayura was strong, but not very fast, and after a few miles, he was quickly outpaced by me and Kayura.

Fortunately, I had used the stars in the forest to orient myself, and this time I finally made it towards the Imperial army's location.

Damn it, I thought with deep regret. I had run for nearly twenty miles in one go, and the numbness in half of my body was getting stronger and stronger. I knew this was a consequence of using too much dragon energy after my injury.

I sighed inwardly, stopped, and turned to face Kayura, who was chasing after me.

It's not that I didn't want to run; I just knew that with my current injuries, if I continued running at full speed, I'd probably collapse before long. It was better to turn back and fight Kayura.

"Finally not running away anymore?" Kayura stood before me with a cold laugh. Having absorbed my power twice, she was now radiant, her skin glowing faintly in the silvery moonlight, exuding an eerie beauty.

"Just how many men's essence did you absorb with this Heavenly Demon Bliss technique?" I asked, looking at Kayura, who seemed like a witch reincarnated. The growth of a Dark Dragon's power requires the essence of the opposite sex. For example, during my second transformation, I relied on absorbing the pure sexual proteins of virgins to grow. In fact, besides the method of male-female intercourse, there is another way: using the Heavenly Demon Bliss technique to absorb their essence. The effect is no worse than male-female intercourse.

"Not many, including you, that makes it exactly the 132nd!" Kayura sneered, the phantom dragon shuddering and letting out another deathly cry.

"Then let's see if you have the ability."

I gripped the Reverse Scale tightly. Although I had one more transformation's power than her, I was injured earlier, and my condition wasn't good. The outcome of today's battle was truly unpredictable.

Fortunately, we were fighting in a no-man's land, so no one would interfere for the time being; otherwise, my troubles would be much greater.

"By absorbing your power, the combined power of the two dark dragons will allow me to surpass the three-headed golden dragon and become the strongest dragon warrior!"

A fierce glint flashed in Kayura's eyes. The phantom dragon, following the flash of that glint, trembled and danced like a giant spear flower. The space in front of her suddenly collapsed, the surrounding air being continuously absorbed, gathered, and compressed by the phantom dragon, forming a high-density "air sphere." "Air Burst Strike!"

The countless spear shadows vanished instantly, hundreds of spears merging into one, the spear tip attracting the entire air sphere, then thrusting forward, stabbing at me from afar.

Kayura and I both possess the attribute of darkness, so using dark power against me wouldn't be very effective. Therefore, she used her more proficient air magic.

"You can absorb my power, but you'll have to exchange your body for it." I took advantage of her words while simultaneously concentrating all my power into the blade of Reverse Scale, unleashing a full-force slash.

I was injured and not suited for prolonged combat, so I had to finish the fight within a few moves, otherwise, things would get much worse.

"Vacuum Slash!"

Kayura used a high-density air sphere against me, so I countered with a vacuum slash.

The air in front of me, affected by Reverse Scale, tore apart like a sheet of paper, creating a vacuum crack.

"Whoosh!"

The power of the vacuum slash met the air sphere, producing a dull thud.

"Whoosh!"

The air sphere wasn't cleaved in two as expected; instead, the surrounding air violently churned at the moment the two opposing forces collided, forming a massive vortex.

Wow!

This vortex, created by our combined efforts, was far too powerful for Kayura and me to withstand alone. A powerful force surged from Reverse Scale, sending it flying from my grasp. At the same time, the Phantom Dragon in Kayura's hand was also swept into the sky.

"Little imp, you're still too green!"

I was more pleased than surprised. Using the swirling air around me, my body spun like a top, transforming into a thousand-armed, thousand-legged demonic shadow, spinning as I attacked Kayura.

"Dragon Demon Dance"

was a unique move my father had mastered during a desert storm, best suited for combat in turbulent environments.

For the past two months, I'd killed at least thirty people every day, accumulating immense combat experience. Plus, I possessed the memories of a seven-time dragon warrior—what hadn't I seen?

I understood the consequences of two diametrically opposed forces clashing, so I intentionally created this situation to win with a surprise attack.

I was seriously injured; a direct confrontation would likely result in more losses than wins.

Kayura, though skilled in martial arts, lacked my combat experience and was caught off guard, unsure what to do. Only

when I unleashed "Dragon Demon Dance" did she realize what was happening and begin to defend. Her body was already unsteady from the rapidly swirling air around her, how could she withstand my fierce attack?

My hands and feet struck thirty-eight times in a spinning motion. Kayura blocked left and right, barely managing to block thirty-five, but the rest took the brunt of the blows—a punch each to her calf, left shoulder, and right chest.

She was the enemy, so even though she was beautiful, I showed no mercy. After the thirty-eighth strike, Kayura coughed up her first mouthful of blood.

I laughed loudly, and in the spinning motion, I unleashed my thirty-ninth strike—a right punch.

Ugh!

A sharp pain shot through my right arm; the muscle in my right arm, injured by Kayura's sneak attack, had torn during the punch, causing my movement to falter.

This was a fatal moment of hesitation.

Oh no!

As I thought this was bad, the pulse of my half-thrown right fist immediately met a slender hand, and power surged from my right arm like a tidal wave.

It was that "Heavenly Demon Bliss" move again.

"Have your injuries flared up?"

Kayura, having escaped death, stared at me with a smug smile.

"Don't be so smug!"

The instant her fingers touched my right wrist, my left hand shot out and grabbed Kayura's right breast.

"Dragon Demon Ecstasy!"

"Don't I know this move? You vixen!" I shouted, the power of the dark dragon within Kayura flowing continuously from her right breast into my body.

The situation reached a stalemate.

Wow, what a treat! I never imagined it would be so elastic.

My left hand gripping Kayura's firm right breast was incredibly indecent. Besides, Kayura was still a virgin; I'd caught her most sacred part—it was incredibly embarrassing. But at this moment, both of us were on the brink of death, neither daring to relax even a little. Besides desperately activating the power of Heavenly Demon Ecstasy, she could only let me take advantage.

The right side of my body was paralyzed, power constantly flowing from my right hand; Kayura's right side was the same, her power flowing continuously into my body.

Although I possessed the power of the fourth transformation, my injuries had significantly diminished my strength, and the power of Dragon Demon Ecstasy could only match that of Heavenly Demon Ecstasy.

Kayura and I both began to pant heavily, the intoxicating pleasure emanating from us with each flow of energy. Kayura, whose right breast I was gripping, had eyes that were a rosy pink, her gaze seductive and alluring, occasionally undulating her body, uttering soft moans of a young woman in the throes of passion; while my eyes gleamed with lewd malice, my lower body throbbing painfully. As for Kayura's right breast, which I had caught, it was even more so—firm, incredibly elastic, further fueling my lust.

I desperately tried to control my reason, because I knew that whoever collapsed first would be completely devoured by the other, reduced to a dried-up corpse.

Because of the exchange of energy, neither side's strength diminished at all. However, almost all of Kayura's dark dragon energy flowed into my body, while my dragon energy returned it to her without hesitation. The power flowed within us, circling back and forth countless times.

Kayura and I were losing our willpower. Since we were only two feet apart, we could smell the unique scent of aroused creatures emanating from each other.

Unconsciously, we both moved forward little by little, our faces drawing closer and closer, our breaths almost touching.

My lips were only inches from hers, Kayura's soft moans mingling with her fragrant breath filling my nostrils. Gazing at Kayura's beautiful face, I couldn't resist any longer. I leaned in and kissed her.

Under the influence of the unique masculine scent emanating from me, Kayura almost collapsed at the same time as me. She abruptly released her grip and embraced me tightly. She opened her cherry-like mouth and took my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues intertwined, saliva flowing in our mouths, our full bodies rubbing against my chest incessantly.

"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"

Several sounds of tearing clothes rang out as Kayura and I desperately ripped each other's clothes. In a few moments, we were both completely naked.

My right hand, which had just regained its mobility, immediately reached for Kayura's other firm and beautiful breast. I squeezed it hard with both hands at the same time. Kayura, already aroused, had breasts as hard as my penis, with the greatest elasticity I had ever touched among all the women I had ever touched. They could only be described as incredibly elastic.

At the same time, I pounced like a tiger, pinning Kayura to the ground and raising my enormous, swollen member, as thick as a baby's arm, to strike her lower body. Kayura desperately spread her legs, trying to expose her vulva to me, letting me take it. Her wet genitals exuded a lewd scent.

"Ouch!"

It hurts!

Despite my record of piercing countless hymens, my attack, in my haste, missed by a hair's breadth, hitting Kayura's pubic bone.

"I want it!"

Kayura, already in a frenzy, desperately reached out with her calloused hand, scrambling for my penis and shoving it into her vagina. The force was so great that it almost ripped my penis off.

However, lacking any sexual experience, the more she tried to get to base, the more out of the game she missed, causing my enormous member to hit the wrong spot again and again, producing one lousy ball after another.

Responding to the call of the great man, I took matters into my own hands and satisfied my lust.

My hands loosened Kayura's breasts and moved between her legs, my fingers parting the thick, soft pubic hair to reveal the mysterious triangle that had never been exposed to another man before.

I saw two pink, incredibly delicate labia, like a jade gate, guarding the entrance to Kayura's paradise. This time, however, these two gates were wide open because their owner was aroused, and the flow of fluid within was gushing out.

I hoisted Kayura's flawless legs onto my shoulders, my tongue unable to resist licking them, and spread the entrance as wide as possible with my hands. Then, I pressed my penis against the opening and first inserted a little bit.

Although Kayura's lower body tried to expand, it was still too small compared to my battle-hardened penis. I inserted just a little bit, and the entrance was stretched distorted.

In the past, I, who am usually gentle and considerate, would have prepared slowly, allowing the virgin I was deflowering to gradually adapt to my massive member. But this time, under the influence of the Heavenly Demon Bliss, I was even more irrational and lustful than during my second transformation in the Dark Ages.

Kill!

I forcefully spread Kayura's thighs as wide as possible with both hands, simultaneously contracting my abdomen, and thrusting!

The sensation of my massive member rubbing against the virgin's flesh was exceptionally clear. It had only penetrated halfway when it was blocked by a barrier.

"Oh!"

Kayura opened her cherry-like mouth, letting out a cry of bittersweet pleasure, while I once again felt the pain.

I had encountered what could be described as the hardest hymen in the world. If I hadn't been a seasoned veteran, having broken countless hymens, that last thrust would have been a failed attempt, a permanent loss.

At this moment, my penis, which was more than three inches deep inside Kayura, was tightly enveloped by layer upon layer of tender flesh on Kayura's vaginal walls, which were constantly contracting. A powerful suction force came from inside her vagina, almost causing me to collapse.

Her vaginal opening was incredibly strange, spiral-shaped. Once the dragon was inside, it was twisted into a tight knot like a rope, generating immense pleasure even before any action began. Fortunately, I used the power of the Dragon Demon's Bliss to protect my lower body, locking in my essence; otherwise, I would have been completely overwhelmed, my semen flowing everywhere.

What a treasure!

Although I had lost my senses, based on my years of experience deflowering countless beauties, I knew I had encountered another woman with a seductive allure.

"Slap!"

Kayura half-sat up, supporting my buttocks with her hands, twisting her body, desperately trying to push me deeper.

At the same time, my hands left her jade-like legs and returned to Kayura's perfect breasts, arguably the most beautiful breasts in the world, squeezing them hard until they were deformed, turning into gourd shapes. Her already erect pink nipples were as luscious as ripe grapes.

I lowered my head, sucking hard on one of them, while simultaneously gathering my strength in my lower body, coordinating with the force of Kayura's hands, and thrusting again. The world's hardest hymen finally shattered under the combined attack of the two beastly dark dragons.

The dragon plunged in, passing through the scorching hot boardwalk, and struck the very core.

"Oh!"

Kayura let out an incomparably lewd moan, a sound that was both the pain of deflowering and the lewd cries of pleasure.

Burning with desire, we both let out a cry of relief at the same time.

"I want it, faster, don't stop!"

We held each other tightly and began to make love wildly on the grass. The originally cold and ruthless witch Kayura became a lewd beast that wanted to devour any man at that moment. She twisted her strong, muscular waist, meeting my heavy thrusts one after another, as if they were comrades-in-arms who had been fighting for years.

Her wanton moans were so loud that even Rosa, that slut, would be ashamed of herself among all the girls I've encountered.

Kayura's skin was as smooth as lamb's fat, as delicate as a baby's, and it felt incredibly good to touch; her vagina was incredibly tight and elastic, so much so that it was terrifying.

An ordinary man would have been crushed by the terrifying contractions in this situation, but the vagina of the Dark Dragon, known as the Lustful Dragon, was truly different.

"Ugh! So good!"

Fortunately, I am a warrior who has been tested by countless "essences," and the great dragon warrior possesses a great weapon. Strike after strike, solid and firm, with the lubrication of the constantly flowing vaginal fluids, I cultivated this virgin territory.

Even in her irrational state, Kayura's ecstasy didn't stop. Her lower body, like the mouth of a hungry baby, frantically bit into my penis. The suction that drove every man to ecstasy generated an electric-like pleasure in my penis, spreading through my limbs and throughout my entire body.

Wow, I'd gladly die from this.

I squeezed Kayura's breasts, kneeling between her legs, thrusting my hips powerfully, panting heavily, like a bull in heat releasing its pent-up desire. My mouth kissed her lips, neck, chest, breasts, nipples, thighs, kissing every place I could kiss during sex.

My penis felt like it was immersed in a hot tub, the burning sensation spreading through every cell of my body via my sensitive nerves. Similarly, Kayura, experiencing sex for the first time, was also completely pink. Her hands tightly gripped my waist, her hair whipping around. Sweat and vaginal fluid, mixed with the blood from when she lost her virginity, gushed from our point of contact, soaking a large patch of the ground.

My power flowed from my lower body into Kayura's body like a tidal wave, each outflow producing an immense, dizzying pleasure like a flood. But I wasn't idle either. My large hands, holding Kayura's breasts, were also using the Dragon Demon's Bliss technique, constantly draining the power from Kayura's body, going in from above and out from below. We both experienced wave after wave of pleasure, moaning incessantly like adulterers having an affair.

I've been there, after all. Even in my irrational state, I still understood the meaning of "nine shallow strikes followed by one deep strike," and "nine consecutive blows." Although I was merely kneeling before Kayura, using the "old man pushing a cart" method, I still knew how to vary the frequency of my attacks and the force used to make Kayura moan incessantly. I myself was experiencing a bliss I had never tasted before.

Dawn gradually broke, the sun rising from the east of the Asanian continent, but Kayura and I, engaged in our wild lovemaking on the grass, felt no light at all, continuing our frenzied mating like two lustful beasts.

Once, twice, three times, countless times—under the influence of the two most lewd martial arts in the world, Heavenly Demon Bliss and Dragon Demon Bliss, Kayura and I had been "battling" non-stop for over four hours, reaching countless climaxes, yet neither of us had ejaculated once. Our contest was not over yet.

Whoever gave in first would die from exhaustion, truly die from exhaustion.

"I want it!"

Kayura shouted, flipping over and pinning me down on top of her. She straddled me in an extremely uncouth position, her hands on my chest, moving her body up and down. I, who had been the dominant one, was happy to take the opportunity to rest and catch my breath, my large hands roaming over Kayura's body, occasionally lifting my head to suckle her beautiful nipples that swayed wildly in front of my nose. Her figure was truly flawless; even Anda and Shira paled in comparison. That night, we switched positions countless times, man on top and woman on bottom.

Perhaps, the more poisonous the flower, the more beautiful it is.

By this time, I had already transferred the power of Dragon Demon Ecstasy to my lower body, resisting Kayura's Heavenly Demon Ecstasy in a "dragon sucking" posture.

The dragon energies of the two dark dragons, one yin and one yang, had now completely merged into one. I was her, and she was me; there was no longer any distinction between us. The internal injuries from our fierce battle had long since healed beyond repair.

Although we were constantly venting and fighting, the vitality within our bodies had reached an unprecedented peak. All we needed was to keep making love—once, twice, three times, four times, the more the better, until the world was destroyed.

"Watch this!"

When Kayura's movements slowed slightly due to exhaustion, I began to counterattack again.

This time, I reached under Kayura's thighs as she straddled me, and with a forceful lift and twist, Kayura's body spun around on top of me, so that she was sitting on my penis with her back to me.

"Oh!"

My lower body spun inside her, circling her clitoris, causing Kayura to scream once more.

I pounced like a tiger, pressing my entire body against Kayura's back. I stretched out my hands and grasped her two full, round breasts as if holding a ball, my fingers digging deep into them. I straddled Kayura's back, my erect penis, bathed in the rising sunlight, thrusting in and out of her. As I withdrew, I noticed black dragon patterns appearing on the surface of my shaft. These patterns had only appeared during my second transformation. Similarly, rings of black rose-like dragon patterns had appeared around Kayura's vulva.

"Ah…so good…witch…mmm…so bouncy!"

I panted, still moving intensely. Kayura's breasts, now aroused, were in my hands; a supple, resilient force emanated from my palms—warm and smooth, truly irresistible.

"Don't stop, you stinking man! Can't take it anymore?" Kayura knelt on the ground, her hands supporting her weight, her pink buttocks swaying back and forth like a pendulum to meet my thrusts. Although we had completely lost our minds, we hadn't forgotten our hostile relationship; one side was recklessly making love, while the other was still cursing at each other.

"Ugh...can't take it anymore?...It's you who can't take it anymore, isn't it?" I squeezed Kayura's breasts with all my might, thrusting back hard in revenge, delivering a powerful blow that slammed deep into her flower.

"Ugh!"

Kayura threw her head back, letting out a long, lewd moan like a dragon roaring at the moon. Her flower contracted, gripping my penis tightly.

I pulled my lower body out twice, but couldn't move it an inch. Our lower bodies were now tightly intertwined, as if they had become one.

"Oh..."

Endless ecstasy erupted between our two tightly joined genitals. We both cried out in ecstasy, and scalding magma gushed out like a raging torrent. My body went limp, collapsing onto Kayura's back, while Kayura, beneath me, slumped to the ground like a rag doll. The fluids from the two dark dragons soaked the withered grass beneath us.

With my last bit of strength, I flipped Kayura over, and she opened her arms, using her last strength to hold me tightly. We embraced each other like that, our limbs intertwined, kissing each other, and drifted off to sleep together in the glow of the rising sun.

In this battle, both on and off the bed, we fought to a draw, a win-win situation. Kayura and I, our yin and yang merging, the dragon energy within me representing ultimate yang and Kayura representing ultimate yin, becoming one, complementing each other's weaknesses. Our future achievements will far surpass those of our ancestors.

However, the stronger and more outstanding the dragon warrior, the sooner they die.

My lower body, satiated, lingered on Kayura's body, while Kayura's flower-like stamen, like a lover reluctant to part, clung tightly to "him," entwining itself around my dragon's body.

Unbeknownst to me, while Kayura and I were locked in a fierce battle, the orc warriors, possessing the strongest bodies of the three races, with the assistance of demon mages, had already decisively defeated the imperial army beneath the walls of Slote, reenacting the scene my father had endured.

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