Chapter 1264: Chapter 1250: Reformist Giant Dragon Chapter 1264: Chapter 1250: Reformist Giant Dragon “Right, if Lord Muria hasn’t made a move, it means these enemies are not worth his intervention. What am I worried about?” Hearing Naga’s words, a sudden realization dawned in the eyes of the Storm Giant, and thus his gaze became even more resolute.

Although as a warrior summoned by the dominator to participate in war, he should not have any extraneous thoughts, his sole focus should be to wholly engage in the battle, yet the pursuit of victory is a warrior’s instinct.

At that moment, realizing the outcome of the war was already decided, the Storm Giant immediately felt reassured, and the aura emitting from him intensified by threefold.

Lord Muria hadn’t yet taken action, which indicated many things. No matter how numerous the enemies were, before confronting the power of the epic, numbers were a joke.

“This is not war, this is an exercise Lord Muria devised to hone our skills,” the Storm Giant, who had already instinctually formed a battle formation with his fellow giants, came to a realization.

Then, he fully immersed himself in the battle against these peculiar enemies before him, no longer harboring any extraneous thoughts.

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Muria watched the vast battlefield before him, his subordinates, who could now be termed as emerging from a fissure resembling a spatial tunnel, had reached the level of millions, while their enemies numbered in the billions.

Despite the huge disparity in numbers, the quality of both sides was entirely different. The weakest of his subordinates possessed Gold Rank power.

And a typical Gold Rank in the world had the potent strength to destroy mountains and reverse rivers, but such power barely met the minimum standard to form an epic legion.

Because a life form with Gold Rank power had already maximized the physical strength inherent in their bodies, they could adapt to most harsh environments and terrains, and even fight for prolonged periods in the Void, relying on the power emanating from the epic.

Thus, the million-strong subordinate army, all of whom were at least at the Gold Rank, held the upper hand in the clash with the Aloz civilization, pushing forward constantly with Muria as their center.

Although the overall situation was in favor of his subordinate army, casualties still occurred continuously after all, the constructs made by Aloz civilization could launch attacks reaching Legendary Level.

Such attacks were, of course, easy for a legend to dodge, no concern at all, but for those at the Gold Rank and Soul Intent Level, facing such attacks was exceedingly dangerous.

Survival was no longer guaranteed by individual strength but relied on luck. If one was positioned directly in the path of a Legendary Level attack, unless a friendly legend was nearby to intervene, the outcome was likely to be dire.

In the face of his subordinates’ casualties, Muria took a brief moment to reflect and then decided to intervene.

In ordinary training exercises, casualties were expected, hence the existence of a death toll. And in a war, it is even more normal for warriors to perish.

However, the situation Muria faced was different, this war he initiated, although termed as war, was essentially an exercise intended for training purposes.

Moreover, his power was unchecked by any equivalent force, allowing him to use his epic power, which could alter the heavens and the earth, with complete impunity. He could control the battlefield.

In such circumstances, why would Muria allow his subordinate army to sustain losses? Each Gold Rank clarified was intertwined with the consumption of vast resources—it was his money.

The reason there is also a death toll in training exercises is because even the organizers can’t control every circumstance one hundred percent. Due to those uncontrollable accidents, a toll exists, but no organizer wishes to use these tolls.

But Muria was different—under the cover of Epic Mental Power, everything happening on the battlefield was within his control. His power could reach every part of the area covered by his Mental Power, allowing affairs to unfold according to his will.

“Roar!”

The black dragon wantonly sprayed frosty Dragon Breath, the pure white breath hitting the silver-white metal. Due to the extreme cold, the metal, which was originally hard and tough, instantly turned into a brittle material, and in the next moment, a powerful and forceful Dragon Claw struck the metal, causing the frost-laden metal to shatter into pieces and explode in the sky.

The black dragon, having received modifications and possessing its own bloodline-created exoskeleton armor, fought more wildly, fully maximizing its advantages.

Of course, such methods were shunned in Muria’s current Dragon Army, considered crude and barbaric paths by those elite dragons who had undergone a mandatory 120 years of the Dragon Race education.

During combat, still breathing Dragon Breath like a wild dragon and relying on close combat was simply tarnishing the reputation of their civilized dragons.

Giant dragons of the new era should fight with a more elegant posture, relying on their innate strong mental power and profound magical power to sweep the battlefield with magic. In a calm and composed manner, they would decide the outcome from a thousand miles away—that was the orthodox way to fight nowadays.

As for spewing dragon breath and engaging in close combat, those should be reluctant modes of combat when mental exhaustion and magical exhaustion occur. How could they be considered the norm?

However, within Muria’s dragon legion, there was such an outlier branch of dragons with a refreshing way of thinking—brains filled with muscles.

They used alchemy to create their own growth-capable exoskeleton armor, further enhancing their close combat capabilities, and then researched biomechanical modifications, no longer limiting themselves to their natural dragon bodies, desperately transforming themselves.

A dragon capable of spewing various types of dragon breath in this uniquely thinking branch was already considered conservative. The real radicals no longer adhered to the normal dragon form; in their eyes, the dragon form was not perfect for combat.

Thus, the Multi-headed dragon breeds, inspired by creatures like the Nine-Headed Dragon, came into being because of biomechanical modifications. And that was just one type; there were more wings and tails.

Of course, the radical biomechanical modifications among these dragons were still constrained by their followers, the aesthetic view of the great Lord Muria.

Indeed, it was the consideration of Muria’s aesthetics that prevented this specific faction from creating bizarrely modified dragons covered with eyes or tentacles.

Thus, while the appearance of the dragons from the biomechanical modification faction might be radical, they were definitely not ugly or repulsive. Majesty, ferocity, and dominance were essentials—there were no restrictions in these aspects.

So, apart from restrictions on appearance, these dragons really had nothing else to worry about.

Therefore, when the conservative black dragon, merely fortified physically and equipped with exoskeleton armor and full spectrum dragon breath, was hunting for prey, it saw a Nine-Headed dragon flitting through a silver-white fleet with six wings, its scales glistening with golden light, acting outrageously arrogant.

“Show-off!”

Seeing the behavior of this fellow dragon from the same faction, fiercely dominating and swallowing battleships, the black dragon, appearing quite normal yet stronger than its kind, muttered.

With such a special posture and belonging to the same faction, he certainly knew the details about the other party.

That dragon’s golden scales were all transformations of its exoskeleton armor, not the original color of its scales. It was a green dragon, dissatisfied with its own appearance.

Then this green dragon, after entering the Dragon Clan Academy and encountering the dragon body transformation faction, never returned from the path of modification and even became one of the most radical dragons.

“With that ghostly appearance, even if he evolves into an Ancient Dragon, no mother dragon would fancy him,”
muttered the black dragon, knowing full well it was impossible. A dragon as powerful as this was favored by various female dragons, and they wouldn’t disdain it for its appearance.

Dragons, after all, are species that care least about appearances. They don’t even mind race, much less mere appearance. It wasn’t uncommon for powerful dragons, surpassing even Swamp Hydras, because a fellow dragon using alchemy to grow a few more heads certainly wouldn’t repel them.

Boom!

A deep red beam filled with a destructive aura suddenly shot from a distance, melting everything it touched, and its target was the Nine-Headed dragon that was attacking and feasting at the same time.

The collective consciousness housed within Vida, witnessing a creature that treated specially manufactured metall like cookies, felt almost mad. They considered the existence of such a creature unbelievable, filled with various irrationalities.

Other dragons, however, saw nothing wrong with the Nine-Headed dragon’s behavior, although apart from the radical dragon body modification faction, few dragons would mimic the Nine-Headed dragon’s actions.

Having transformed its appearance to the point of almost no longer resembling a dragon, its inner nature must have almost deviated from the cognition of regular dragons. Such a monster would definitely not face issues like indigestion.

Roar! Roar! Roar…

The Nine-Headed dragon, joyfully treating battleships like snacks, sensed the attack targeting it. Its extraordinary organ for detection went wild with alerts, allowing it to disappear from its location with heartfelt ease and dodge this straightforward direct attack.

Just as the Nine-Headed dragon thought no further attention was needed for this attack, this legendary wave-emitting deep red beam, upon touching a special device suddenly formed from rhombus-shaped metal, abruptly made a turn and, without any defense prepared, enveloped its entire body, resulting in a horrific dragon roar erupting.

“What is this toy?” The abrupt turn of the attack startled the nearby black dragon, who quickly recovered and flew straight towards the location of this fellow faction senior dragon.

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