Chapter 334: Chapter 329: Termination Chapter 334: Chapter 329: Termination In a tent within the Nososi Duchy’s military camp,
“When will this war end?” A strong youth lying on a bloody bed murmurs in a low, listless voice, his face full of confusion.

Next to him lays a set of heavily claw-marked armor, which is his crucial dependence for surviving on the battlefield.

“Once we flatten the Zaiychek Great Forest and take it down, we can go home.” A soldier chewing on a piece of jerky answers without raising his head.

“Flatten Zaiychek? You’re joking, right? The armies of Nukaran, Nososi, and Mozeli, the three kingdoms, couldn’t even break through the periphery of Zaiychek, despite their numbers nearly reaching a million.”

“I heard from my superior officer that the majority of the monsters in Zaiychek are gathered in front of us. As long as we can crush them, the war will be over.” Another soldier, who had removed his heavy armor, chimed in.

“Crush those monsters? You guys are dreaming. It’s more likely that they’d crush us.” The sergeant sleeping in the corner of the tent opened his eyes, looking annoyed.

“Sergeant, do you think we’ll lose? That’s impossible, isn’t it? The three kingdoms combined have seven legends among them. We can’t possibly lose, right? I heard that the enemy only has an Ancient Red Dragon.”

“Just an Ancient Red Dragon? Hah, if that thing loses its temper, our three kingdoms would vanish from this world. Those idiotic nobles sure have water for brains, picking a fight with an Ancient Red Dragon.”

The sergeant in the corner of the tent grumbled, venting his dissatisfaction and inner fear.

“Boss, if those hyenas from the Military Police Team hear you, you’re done for.”

“Who’s afraid of them? Participating in this battlefield means that I can’t escape death. I’ve already prepared my will, so it doesn’t matter.” The sloppy sergeant replied nonchalantly.

“A will?” The tent fell silent, the soldiers looking at each other, their faces revealing their unease. Despite knowing about the existence of deities, mortals still fear death’s arrival.

“What? You guys haven’t prepared your wills yet?” The sergeant looked at his new recruits with a mocking smirk. “Better get on it.”

“Sergeant, isn’t that a little dramatic? We have to write wills, when we’re heavy shield soldiers. We have the highest survival rate among all types of soldiers.”

“Hmm. When this war just began, I was deployed here. At that time, I was a common soldier like you. But after one battle, I became a sergeant. Do you know why?”

Seeing the envy and curiosity in the eyes of his recruits, the sergeant chuckled. “Because after that battle, my whole squad, including the sergeant, all died. I was the only survivor.

That’s how I became a sergeant. It’s been eight months now, and you guys are my thirteenth batch of recruits.”

“Sergeant, what happened to the soldiers you commanded before?”

“All dead. I hope you guys can survive under me a little bit longer.” The sergeant laughed unscrupulously, yet his smile was tinged with helplessness and bitterness.

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became oppressive. But just then, a dragon roar that echoed to the skies sounded, like a thunderclap exploding in their ears. All the soldiers in the tent became dizzy.

Then, a chilling and hopeless oppression covered everything. “Thud!” “Thud!” All the soldiers in the tent were like soft-footed shrimps, either lying on the ground or kneeling in place.

“Sergeant Major, what is this?” A soldier, crawling on the ground and feeling unable to control his limbs, asked with a trembling voice, full of fear.

“This is the sign of the end of the war.” Contrarily to the terror of ordinary soldiers, the Sergeant Major, equally unable to control his limbs under this oppression knelt on the ground, with a look of ecstasy. He had felt similar oppression on the battlefield, this was Dragon Prestige.

“Such strong Dragon Prestige, it must be that dragon.” Struggling on his knees, the Sergeant Major tumbled and crawled out of the tent. Outside the camp, it was total chaos, with almost everyone, like him, either kneeling or lying down.

“Creator of the Dense Forest, the legendary being, has finally appeared.” The Sergeant Major, lying on the ground, watched as the fiery figure with spread wings obscuring the sky went by, a brilliant smile spread on his face, “Finally, I can go home to see my wife.”

…

“Bronia, there are seven legends over there, are you really able to handle them?” On the back of this nearly 120 meters long red dragon, Muria asked somewhat uneasily.

“No need, just a few humans.”

“Alright!” Despite saying this, Muria had already grasped the Staff of the End. Just to be cautious, Muria began to sense the nearest Metallic Ancient Dragon.

“Bronia!” Just as they flew to the center of the united camp of the three human kingdoms, seven figures shrouded in elements or Fighting Qi tore through space, encircling the red dragon in the middle.

Not only that, beneath them, one by one, gold rank and soul intent level human powerhouses ascended, encircling him. With almost three hundred in number, mostly gold rank.

“I’ll give you humans a chance. Surrender to me now, sign a treaty of non-aggression forever, and compensate for the damage you’ve done to me, and I’ll spare you.”

“Arrogance, even a red dragon shouldn’t underestimate us so.” Hearing Bronia’s words, the most powerful Legendary Sword Saint drew his sword, slashing a sword light nearly a hundred meters long towards Bronia.

…Standing on the broad back of Bronia, Muria, as if standing on level ground, finally understood the huge unreconcilable gap between the humans and the dragon race.

Seven human legends, four low-rank legends, two of which are first-rank legends, three mid-rank legends, plus over two hundred gold rank and dozen soul intent rank.

Such numbers, in a completely equipped and healthy state, were actually being toyed around by Bronia single-handedly.

You know, Bronia is only a Legendary Fourth-Rank now, and also, because Muria is on her back, she has to divert some of her attention to protect Muria, and can’t fully exert her strength.

Indeed, it was Bronia who actively brought him here and said that she wanted him to watch the battle between the legends up close. And Muria agreed to come with her, worrying that Bronia might not be able to handle the siege of the human legends, so he could summon the Ancient Dragon to rescue them in time.

As it turns out, Muria worried too much. The seven human legends posed no threat to Bronia and were toyed around by her in various ways.

Those gold and soul intent humans who surrounded Bronia, she didn’t really bother to deal with them. It was only when they blocked her way, that she would casually swing her paw. And then, these high-ranking humans, like moths to a flame, would instantly turn into ashes.

As a red dragon nurtured by the Ancestral Golden Dragon to an almost Ancient Dragon stage, Bronia also has formidable spellcasting abilities. The biggest damage the human legends could cause her, was the Sword Saint of Legendary Fifth-Rank leaving a sword mark more than thirty meters long on her.

Then there was nothing more. The Sword Saint was directly swept away by Bronia with one swipe of her tail, his body was almost exploded.

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