Under the Red Dragon

Rumbling sounds echoed as Moghes' massive form entered the Koria Royal Capital the moment the Dragon Legion of the Golden Empire breached the magical defenses. The enormous city walls, towering forty-five meters high, were like colossal mountains in the mortal realm.

However, without the enhancement of magical energies, even walls as high as mountains and as wide as mountain ranges could not stop the might of this giant.

The massive Supreme Celestial Titan bone armor on Moghes' legs, like pillars supporting a roof, directly smashed into the Koria city walls, causing them to collapse.

Moghes simply raised his gigantic hand, casting a shadow that instantly shattered the mental fortitude of Duke Teffli of the Principality of Luke Pass, who had relied on the principality's secret treasures to amplify his will.

Duke Teffli's own will failed to control his body, as he was influenced and manipulated by the multi-armed giant's will. For a brief moment, his thoughts twisted, and he involuntarily flew up, landing in the palm of the giant king.

Even through the solid magical defenses, Duke Teffli, who had once presided over the Southern Aristocratic Alliance, felt utterly insecure. He trembled in the giant king's hand, shouting, "I concede! I surrender! I will offer everything I own to the northern kings!"

Bang!

Terrifying and pure power erupted in Moghes' hand. Thick fingers, like pillars, and the Supreme Celestial Titan bone armor pressed down, crushing Duke Teffli's entire body, along with his magical armor, into a pulp.

Dripping blood mixed with flesh splattered in Moghes' wide palm, seeping through the gaps between his fingers. Then, Moghes opened his hand and lightly flicked the magical longsword, which was sturdier than Duke Teffli's body, away with two fingers.

These powerful figures from aristocratic nations, even the geniuses among them, supported by vast power and nurtured by countless years of family heritage, possessed the strength to contend with even stronger opponents through powerful magical treasures and precious knowledge.

But unfortunately, they faced true geniuses, or rather, beings that could not be described as mere geniuses: the kings of entire monster races.

These monsters knew nothing of human etiquette or worldly affairs; they only revered absolute violence and power.

Even in the Hobbes Empire and the Orc Kingdom, these kings had ascended to their thrones through power surpassing even wisdom.

And the powerful figures from the southern aristocratic nations, at the moment the magical defenses of the Koria Royal Capital were breached, had seen their overall fighting spirit plummet to its nadir.

Shaken by the Ancestral Red Dragon's instant kill of Duke Nialas, their wavering and weak wills could not withstand the truly strong, forged in blood and fire.

In this world, many weak and ordinary beings can display their unique brilliance through their strong will and spirit.

Willpower is the weak's sword against the strong, and the strong's scepter to crush the weak.

But these aristocratic powerhouses did not even possess such strong will, so how could they display their brilliance before these absolute kings?

The brilliant sun, only the kings shine in the sky.

These aristocratic powerhouses, not even the many dragon kings of the Golden Empire could necessarily contend with them individually, let alone face the kings of the Northern Exian Continent, who stood tall among their entire races.

"Laughable humans, laughable power, and laughable will. With your worm-like, ridiculous actions, you think you can influence the will of the kings!"

Moghes mocked as he looked at Charal Caesar, the monarch of the Hobbes Empire, who had risen into the sky to block the retreat of the remaining aristocratic powerhouses, then laughed, "I'm not targeting you, Charal."

"You are one of us monsters; of course, you are a monster too!"

Boom!

The weapon in the hands of Hobbes Emperor Charal Caesar fell, and with the condensation and blessing of unparalleled will, it gained unprecedented power.

The spirit influences the material, and the material feeds back to the spirit!

The combination of the two cannot be calculated by simple magnitude; it is a manifestation on a more microscopic and macroscopic level.

This is a compulsory course for every legendary existence. Those Saint-ranked powerhouses who have not yet reached the legendary level have never faced such a gap.

Legend is the upper limit for aristocratic powerhouses, but it is only the lowest lower limit for the northern kings.

The Grand Duke of the Radiance Principality held the Scepter of Radiance, enveloped in holy light like a descending angel. Although he did not extend six wings, he possessed vast and inexhaustible power.

But the Radiance Duke's roaring voice and surging power were extinguished with a single blow by the monarch of the Hobbes Empire.

This was not because the Radiance Duke's power was insignificant, but because his will had already fallen into an absolute disadvantage the moment he attacked. Therefore, even though he had inexhaustible power, he seemed incredibly weak in front of Charal Caesar.

"Such a sacred artifact is not something you, the truly weak, can control. You will only bring shame upon it."

"Without the power of the masses, no matter how you struggle, you are just crows and flies in our eyes."

The monarch of the Hobbes Empire stood proudly in the sky, holding a war sword in his left hand and pinching the Radiance Duke's helmet and terrified head in his right, speaking indifferently.

"You simply don't understand what a true legend is. Only when you truly reach the legendary level will you know what the scenery outside the world is like."

"There are countless strong people in the world, with all kinds of power you can't imagine. It's not the scenery that people on your path can see!"

Charal Caesar's palm burned with ghost-like psionic fire, instantly melting the flesh and blood of the Radiance Duke, who was enveloped in solid light, and turning his bones to ash.

That gorgeous magical armor, the Scepter of Radiance, and the Crown of Radiance quietly hovered in front of Charal Caesar, covered by absolute will and vast power, unable to escape.

"The true path of the strong only begins with legend."

Charal Caesar responded to the multi-armed giant Moghes, "The path of the kings has only just begun. We will be unprecedented 'monsters' in the Northern Exian Continent, even the entire Exian world!"

Rumble!

The legendary battle axe in the Frost Giant King Ragnar Haeger's hand struck the heavy longsword of the Divine Warrior Winona Koria, and the slash containing unparalleled power was actually blocked by the legendary Divine Warrior.

But the Frost Giant King's other hand suddenly slammed out, striking the Divine Warrior's chest.

The burning holy flames and the light of the magical armor blocked this blow, but the Divine Warrior Winona Koria's elegant body was knocked out of the air by this punch, smashing into more than a dozen buildings and plowing a deep ravine into the solid ground of the Koria Royal Capital.

"Innate and absolute talent will not grant you a will like steel," the Frost Giant looked down and said coldly.

"What do you think you are? You want to contend with us with just your innate blood!"

In the sky filled with ashes and dust, six white wings burst out. The face of the Divine Warrior Winona Koria, hidden behind her visor, was extremely pale, and strands of golden divine blood overflowed from her full, crimson lips.

Throughout the years, she had experienced thousands of undefeated battles, and she thought she was an unparalleled genius in this world.

But barren land is difficult to grow bright flowers, and weak soil cannot hone a supreme will.

The blood of a Seraphim is comparable to the blood of an Ancestral True Dragon. The Frost Giant's bloodline did not have any advantage in front of the Divine Warrior Winona Koria; on the contrary, it was at an absolute disadvantage.

And the Frost Giant King had only just reached the legendary level and did not have a time advantage in front of Winona Koria.

But in the instant of the battle, the two sides collided at least dozens of times in a row, and the Divine Warrior Winona was always at a disadvantage, completely suppressed by this Frost Giant, who seemed to be the most ordinary among the northern kings.

"I am a genius, but they are kings!"

The Divine Warrior Winona Koria's eyes glowed with molten gold, and three pairs of wings spread out in sequence behind her armor, soaring into the sky and emitting a stubborn and unyielding resounding sound.

"Then let me see if I have the potential to become like you! Even if I die, I will not regret it!"

"The taste of flesh and blood is truly wonderful," Sharoth, the Lord of the Dark Lair, appeared behind the Paladin wearing white armor. The huge magic claws, like the spider's claws with thorns, blocked the long sword slashed by the Paladin, and then embraced the Paladin's entire body.

On Sharoth's beautiful face, several pairs of terrifying compound eyes and the dense eyes growing on the thorny claws shot out dazzling evil light, instantly shaking and confusing the Paladin's spirit.

Scattered, the power is weak; gathered, the power is strong.

This is one of the reasons why regimented elite legions can threaten legends.

But facing the special targeting of a legendary monster, even a Paladin who controls the Knights from the divine church cannot resist for even more than three seconds.

The sharp thorns at the front ends of the eight spider magic claws derived from Sharoth's plump back were like the sharpest divine swords in the mortal world. With just a light poke, they pierced through the gorgeous armor and magic aura on the Paladin.

Gurgle, gurgle...

The sound of a giant beast drinking water rose and fell. The huge spider legs swelled and contracted, and in less than a few seconds, they directly sucked a tall and strong Saint Realm powerhouse dry, and all the flesh and blood were transformed into nutrients flowing into Sharoth's body.

The evil light blooming from the compound eyes on Sharoth's cheeks was faintly more dazzling.

Vibrations and ear-piercing roars rose and fell. Koria XIII's body was thrown into the air repeatedly, and he flapped his huge six azure wings to stabilize his figure.

The platinum holy sword was extremely powerful. It was the divine sword that had guarded the Koria Kingdom for thousands of years, but it could not display its supreme power in front of the Elven King Anudale.

"Oh, it seems that you are the most outstanding and strongest talent among these nobles."

The Drow Elf King shook his white hair lightly and approached in the sky.

The strength of this Drow Elf King need not be said, among the kings he can even be ranked in the first echelon with the Emperor of the Golden Empire and the King of the Godforsaken Mountains.

Even though Anudale only attacked lightly a few times, Koria XIII still seemed very outstanding to be able to resist.

Anudale is different from Calon Goggamora and Moghes.

Calon Goggamora and the multi-armed giant often make earth-shattering moves. Other people's ultimate moves are like ordinary flat strikes in the hands of these two naturally powerful beings.

Anudale does not possess the innate talents of these two kings, so this king has always paid more attention to controlling the measure of power.

Therefore, Anudale can also accurately assess the strength of Koria XIII, who is the leader among these people.

Koria XIII, who controls the Platinum Holy Sword, has the blessing of absolute will, even surpassing the legendary Divine Warrior Winona Koria.

But at this time, Koria XIII had also reached the verge of collapse. Even with the blessing of the holy sword, his own existence limited the upper limit of power output.

And his upper limit may have only touched the lower limit of that elf who looked particularly relaxed.

Koria XIII felt a tearing sensation all over his body and looked in other directions.

Under the flail of the Orc King Posel Lyon, no aristocratic powerhouse could survive.

The Sun Elf Serius was thin, but the slender elven-made long knife in his hand carried unstoppable power, easily shattering any enemy who dared to resist.

These Northern Kings were all executing their will, destroying all the great nobles, leaving no room for any leeway.

Those direct legions and royal guards of the Koria Kingdom who dared to resist were hunted down by the sky full of dragons, dragon beasts, and wyverns in the collapsing and sinking walls and cities.

Although those dragons had almost exhausted the magic power in their bodies in the previous joint spellcasting, they still possessed the strongest bodies in the world.

Those dragons cruelly trampled all the resisting warriors to death under their claws, their tails became heavy hammers traversing the battlefield, and their wings became sharp blades that cut flesh.

Without the help of those terrifying war machines, these warriors loyal to the nobles seemed so small at this moment, like flies being swatted to death.

And the True Dragon Emperor of the Golden Empire was like a king coiled in the throne in the sky, watching his punishment being inflicted on his enemies.

"Hahahaha, you are kings, and I am also a king. I am a true king."

Koria XIII laughed loudly, and at this moment he issued his last resounding summons. One by one, the church's oracles and priests appeared in various corners and key nodes of the Koria city, chanting mysterious spells.

Bang!

Wounds burst open on Koria XIII's body, countless cyan divine blood flowed down, and then was absorbed by the holy sword in his hand. The gates of Heaven Mountain seemed to be opening at this moment.

Hymns of praise, as if sung by countless living beings at the same time, transformed into holy writings, flying around the Platinum Holy Sword.

Boom!

A beam of strong light running through the sky and the earth shattered the castle that once belonged to the King of Koria in the Koria Royal Capital, revealing an energy heart like a heart.

Countless thick magic links connected to this heart, connecting the entire ground of the Koria Royal Capital city.

One by one, thick and thin magic patterns began to emerge under the surface of the Koria Royal Capital.

Those kings and nobles in the sky could see that all the complex magic patterns in the entire Koria Royal Capital converged into a huge figure.

It was a giant, slumbering Seraph, lying prone beneath the earth of the Koriya capital.

"Savor the final chapter of the Last King!" Koriya XIII roared with laughter, his entire body collapsing at that moment, cyan divine blood and flesh completely pouring into the platinum holy sword.

Whoosh! Unmatched radiance bloomed on the platinum holy sword, a brilliance so intense that even Caron in the sky found it difficult to keep his eyes open.

Then, the platinum holy sword soared down and pierced the heart of the Koriya capital.

And so, the vast and intricate magic circle covering the entire ground of the Koriya capital awakened at that moment.

The enormous Seraph formed from countless energies abruptly opened its eyes, its six massive wings slowly folding upwards!