Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 523: 301: Scared to Death in Real Life_1

Chapter 523: Chapter 301: Scared to Death in Real Life_1
 

Aimer drew out his Dragon Pattern Double-handed Sword, heartily pulled at the armor on his chest, and with a “crack” sound, a pair of wings spread from his back.

The Winged Knights rank outside the top ten on the continent, but their wings offer significant advantages, enabling a knight to conserve a lot of energy while airborne.

However, not all dragon knights are equipped with wings. Only the Great Swordsman or above, such as leaders or adjunct leaders of their squadron, and the Great Knights are equipped with wings.

Unlike the cumbersome wings of the Winged Knights, the wings behind Aimer are as thin as cicada’s wings, and are also flexible. This is why one must possess the strength of a great swordsman or above, to effectively manipulate these wings.

Years of practice and flexible control, driven by his own energy, the wings on his back can provide Aimer with agility comparable to a flying dragon.

The dragon beneath him, which he had raised since youth, was closer to him than his wife, living and eating practically together. It was its trembling that immediately alerted Aimer that something was awry.

His wings had just opened up, energy surged, and he took off into the wind.

Aimer was the leader and also the most powerful dragon knight, possessing the strength of a high-level sword saint. He could briefly fly in the sky and with the aid of wings, his agility was no less than that of a flying dragon.

Aimer’s feeling was correct. Just as he left the back of the flying dragon, the trembling dragon finally couldn’t suppress its fear any longer and, with a mournful scream, it turned and fled.

Aimer had never seen his companion so terrified, its cries seemed almost like sobbing.

During training, the flying dragons would undergo a sort of adaptable training, such as a sudden appearance of an illusion of a giant dragon to scare them, to help them acclimatize to facing a giant dragon.

Of course, not every dragon remained unscathed, some timid flying dragons would be frightened to death by the illusion. The illusion could replicate a giant dragon, but it couldn’t replicate the dragon’s prestige.

The innate prestige of the giant dragon has the top deterrent effect on dragon beasts. Just two giant dragons alone caused the heavy-cavalry squad to break their formation.

Almost at the same time as the flying dragon turned and fled did Aimer sense a surge of threat. He gave a fixed stare and saw scales surging all over Ange, quickly changing him into a scaled humanoid creature.

“Dragonkin? I see, quite high-ranking then. It was able to scare my flying dragon. That means, if I wipe you out, my flying dragons can return to normal?” Aimer’s tone was dripping with arrogance, completely different from the vigilant demeanor he exhibited earlier.

Being cautious was due to sizing up the battle situation, while despotism was due to confidence in himself.

Though he was not a Truth Mage, Aimer was a well-established high-level sword saint. In the sky, besides a Giant Dragon and a Truth Mage, Aimer did not believe there was anyone who could match him.

Even if the opponent was a Truth Mage, once he got within a certain range, they couldn’t outrun his sword.

Ange arched his body, opened his mouth, and let out a clear dragon’s roar.

It was hard to imagine how his petite stature produced such a terrifying sound. Lines of blue waves appeared in front of him, which sprayed out tangibly.

Aimer, who was the foremost target, propped up his hand in front of him, gathered his energy to shield himself, and at the same time used energy to seal his ears.

However, the sound of the dragon’s roar seemed to be substantial, just like a steel awl piercing through his eardrum, causing a slight ringing in his ears.

But the most terrifying thing about a dragon’s roar is not its volume, but the dragon’s prestige contained within it, the majesty of the Dragon God, from the ancient ancestors millions of years ago, engraved in the lineage and power.

The flying dragons at the forefront of the impact were all bulging their eyes, their pupils contracted, their necks swollen, their skin iron-grey, then they crashed from the sky.

They were literally scared to death.

A distance away, the flying dragons that hadn’t been directly hit all screamed, dropping their heads and spiraling down. No matter how they were whipped by their knights, they refused to obey.

After landing, they folded their wings, adopting the most submissive posture as they knelt on the ground, their long necks and heads burrowed into the soil.

Further away, other flying dragons also spiraled down but were forcefully restrained by their knights who scolded and tugged, attempting to halt their descent.

Although they were stopped, they dared not move forward, and at the sight of Ange moving, they wailed and turned to flee.

The outermost flying dragons were least affected, but the miserable state of their kin terrified them, leaving them hesitating, riddled with fear.

Not just the dragons were terrified, all the Dragon Knights, including Aimer, were horrified. The fifth-ranked Knight Group was silenced by the enemy’s roar?

Even if the Clan Leader, Bruce, and several mature giant dragons came personally, there wouldn’t be such overwhelming force. What was it?!

Replacing their flying mounts or opponents wouldn’t result in the current effect. The ancient God of Dragons, the ancestor of all dragon clan bloodlines, was resurrected in Ange, and the opponents just happened to have dragon blood running through their veins.

A dragon’s roar destroyed all of Aimer’s confidence. He stared at Ange uncertainly.

But there was no time for him to hesitate. After Ange shouted, he darted forward.

With a leap, Ange appeared right before him covering a distance of dozens of meters, startling Aimer.

“Instant flash?! You’re a Space Magic Instructor?!” Aimer shouted, his fighting spirit erupting, and the longsword slashing upwards.

Three slashes were made in an instant, as if to tear the heavens and earth apart. But midway, they suddenly froze.

Not only Aimer but Ange and the space around them also froze.

Space Dragon, Instant Flash, Space Solidification.

Only Aimer’s eyes could move. He stared in horror as small dots appeared one after another in front of him, freezing quickly to densely fill the space between him and Ange.

Aimer could do nothing. High-level Sword Saint or not, Energy Sword or not, air-blade off the body or not, he couldn’t move a finger.

Time ticked by. Ange’s roar took four seconds, Instant Flash took half a second, and after eighteen and a half seconds, the frozen space resumed its flow.

Aimer’s halfway-drawn blade directly collided with the erupting exploding fireball, instantly extinguishing it. The remaining fireball spewed onto Aimer, onto his armor, onto his hands, onto his protective aura of fighting energy.

From the flames sprayed by the exploding fireball, a charred figure was blasted out, drawing a parabola towards the ground.

Luther, who was watching the battle from the ground, couldn’t help but shrink back. A High-level sword saint, clearly much stronger than him, couldn’t even withstand a single move from his master?

The initially watchful Dragon Knights dispersed in chaos, fleeing in every direction. Only a group of dragons with their heads buried in the dirt were left, and a dozen or so whose wings were punctured and unable to fly, probably adding up to over a hundred.

Ange slowly descended among them. The scales on his body retracted, yet the residual aura still made these dragons shudder, like a flock of quail.

PS: I can’t keep up. Here’s one chapter for now. I need to get some sleep.