Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

Brilliant red rose from the ground, and golden flames fell like fire rain.

dragon.

What qualifies as a dragon?

Size, speed, strength, spellcasting ability, intelligence, immortality...

strength.

Power is the most powerful word to describe the dragon.

It's like a boxing champion's heavy punch, a craftsman dropping his hammer, or a soldier pulling the trigger of his weapon.

The embodiment of power.

Among the five-color dragons, the red dragon is the embodiment of power and fire. Their pride as dragons never tolerates provocation from other dragons.

After getting Fang Ai's permission to "make a big fuss", the red dragon roared and rose from the dense forest of Pangu Sky Island to face the incoming dragoons.

돗 was not carrying any crew members, so he lowered his silver-white auxiliary wings to the ground and soared into the air in a full posture.

The four-meter-long red dragon raised its long, light red wings without any cover. The dragon's power was like a tide, and with the roar that echoed through the sky, it ran over the dragoons in the sky, and its pressure instantly fell on the newly trained elf dragoons.

Stagnation.

The dragoon troop consisting of five young dragons and nearly two elves suddenly came to a standstill under the power of the red dragon.

Instinct drives the young dragons to flap their wings, so that they will not fall into the jungle in shame under pressure.

The red dragon that they had been chasing actually took the initiative to leave the cover of the jungle and rush into the sky to fight with them.

"Why don't you move? Damn it!"

"Leave quickly!"

"Turn, turn, don't be in a daze!"

The dragon driver felt that the young dragon he was riding on had begun to lose control under the power of the red dragon, and he hurriedly turned the reins to try to make it move.

But fear began to show in the eyes of these 굛-meter-long young dragons. Their wisdom is no worse than that of human beings, and the knowledge flowing in their blood makes them born with a higher starting point.

So we knew that we were not facing a young dragon... but a red dragon that was extremely well developed and was about to reach adulthood.

This is the fear engraved in our bones, the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages engraved in biological genes.

Will die.

There is an insurmountable gap between dragons of different sizes.

Will definitely die.

Unlike the young dragons who directly sense the opponent's power through dragon power, the elves still feel that they still have room to fight against them.

"Don't be scared by 돗, 돗 has been chased by us for two weeks and has no physical strength!"

A larger size means poorer flexibility. The flexibility possessed by young dragons of various colors at the 굛meter level is not comparable to that of a four-meter-level red dragon.

What's more, this is a red dragon that has been chased for two weeks, and its power is a reflection of being forced into a dead end.

Their mission was not to kill the dragon, but to consume 돗's physical strength for the following troops so that 돗 could not escape from the battlefield.

"Fly!"

From a certain perspective, the Elf Dragoon's idea is correct.

You may not die if you move, but you will die if you stand still!

The young dragons wanted to escape, and the elves wanted to continue their missions - they wasted their most precious judgment time.

Whose judgment should I listen to?

The battlefield will not give opportunities to those who are not prepared.

The sharp claws waved and grabbed a young brass dragon that was still struggling in mid-air thinking.

The explosive force instantly crushed the brass dragon's shimmering scales, breaking its keel and outstretched wings, allowing it to be captured by gravity.

The broken dragon body fell to the ground in a rain of blood, shattering to pieces along with the elves on it.

Others within the lock range of Dragon Eyes

The majestic dragon head was raised, and the fractal-shaped dragon horn flashed with a red light.

The red flame dragon's breath swept across another metal dragon that wanted to escape the red dragon's attack range, and its shining scales began to melt quickly like hot wax under the breath.

The scales are melting, the flesh is evaporating, and the elf riding on the back? Like the metal equipment in their hands, many of them had already turned into dust.

This fiery breath was interrupted by a bright stream of light coming from a distance. The dragon's breath that should have continued to burn the will and lives of the dragon cavalry was interrupted by a bright stream of light penetrating the air.

The flow of light interrupted the dragon's breath, but was deflected by the dense scales, leaving a few threads in the air before disappearing.

The red dragon stopped moving and looked at the silver dragon in the distance who was releasing magic to block him, allowing the dragoons' tickling attacks to fall on him.

"Silver Feather..."

Ling Bo looked at the magic circle disappearing in front of his silver dragon.

"Haha, what an arrogant red dragon... are you killing my companions in front of my sight?"

The silver dragon standing proudly at the bow of the ship raised its head, and the light cannon that hit the red dragon's neck was fired by her.

"I am your enemy!"

The battle between dragons cannot be retreated.

She stretched out her silver feathers and flew towards the red dragon surrounded by dragons in the center.

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High altitude fleet.

The extract of the ghost vine flows in the body of the Night Crow Squad. These special plants grown from the blood of the cloud whale will greatly improve the holder's response speed and energy control after being made into the extraction infusion.

"One, two, three...that's enough."

The injection fell to the ground with a crisp collision sound.

"Everyone, today is our first battle, so we must perform well..."

The height is five meters.

Injected with Youteng strong agent, equipped with a disposable floating stone experimental individual airborne bag.

Enough training, enough will, enough strength.

To build the best soldiers.

Their mission is to open a landing field for the follow-up troops.

Take a deep breath.

Then, jump down.

Unprotected airborne.

Fearless airborne soldiers.

The blade landed first, piercing through the flesh and blood on the deck and piercing the solid wood deck.

Then came the silver rain from the sky.

The heavy spear with deadly kinetic energy pierced the head of the young dragon still perched on the deck, the long sword nailed the head of the monster infantry accompanying the army, and the iron hammer spun and smashed the head of the heavily armored guard on the ship.

"Ah, let me think, this should be called a decapitation tactic?"

The figure wearing a crow's long beak mask stood up from the deck. The special combat uniform and the long weapon in hand made them look more slender than normal units.

Thirty-six black shadows fell unevenly on the deck of the command ship.

Corpses were scattered along the spot where they landed.

They stepped on the corpses indifferently, pulling out the fine steel and mithril weapons that had arrived before them from the ground, and the thick lenses covered the night crow's grim eyes.

Arriving with them were smoke bombs that were emitting paralyzing poisonous gas... some small malice from another world.

"The blood of the alien race... ah, this is the smell..."

Finally, they took a deep breath and set their sights on the lords of the island alliance standing in the middle of the deck ready to watch a good show.

Of course, that was a good position.