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Chapter 246 - 246 245 Cups Blood and Floods

Chapter 246: Chapter 245: Cups, Blood, and Floods Chapter 246: Chapter 245: Cups, Blood, and Floods Grand Duke Kunstan was dead, less than a year after his coronation, he perished in the grand border war.

But this was just a lesser noticed corner on the battlefield; in the real heart of the battleground, the war still raged on.

Snow Giant Da had launched a long-ambushed attack by the blue-skinned cavalry, causing unimaginable heavy casualties to the Human Knight Order. It also brutally suppressed the Shadowflame Dragon which, already severely injured and not yet fully recovered, was almost cast into an illusion.

But the dragons of the Scorching Torrent Kingdom had arrived at the battlefield.

The Shadowflame Dragon felt a sudden pang in its heart, it didn’t understand what this pain signified, its only thought now was to firmly hold on to Snow Giant Da, to allow the other dragon to deal with the major threat to itself and the Shadowflame Duchy.

“Da!”

Snow Giant Da roared and flung away the somewhat limp Shadowflame Dragon.

The wings of the Shadowflame Dragon were left hanging limply behind it, attached only by a layer of skin, and two of its limbs were broken, requiring its tail to prop it up in order to stand.

Boom!

Cracks covered the body of Snow Giant Da too, especially around its neck where the fissure was largest, nearly splitting its side in half.

With each movement, its head began to wobble.

Yet its combat prowess remained fierce; the same giant that had once gravely wounded the knighted Shadowflame Dragon could today kill the now knight-less Shadowflame Dragon.

Not far off, the dragon of the Scorching Torrent Kingdom had broken through the layers of mist, its silhouette becoming clear.

Massive, powerful.

It shimmered with a faint blue glow.

Countless bipedal flying dragons circled around the Shadowflame Dragon, protecting their king they were sworn to—Count Merlin was one of them.

He turned his head, looking at the dragon shimmering with faint blue light, and was flooded with a mixture of emotions.

He couldn’t say if it was relief, joy, or a subtle worry that he felt, but one thing was clear to him—the war was about to end.

“Snow Giant Da… it’s time for your curtain call…” Count Merlin raised his head, looking towards the Snow Giant Da who still feigned ferocity, “Twenty-one years ago, you should have taken your bow, it’s a pity that the previous Grand Duke and His Highness Shadowflame were ambushed by you…”

Suddenly.

His thoughts drifted to Grand Duke Kunstan, he sighed with a wry smile, “Perhaps he was right, the previous Grand Duke and His Highness Shadowflame were too independent… had they sought help earlier, they could have concluded their affair with the hunting of Snow Giant Da twenty years ago.”

“Humph!”

The dragon shimmering with faint blue light finally broke through the mist; it was a dragon a bit more slender than the Shadowflame Dragon, yet no smaller in size, under its grayish-brown scales twinkled a faint blue light.

This faint blue light was like harboring a vast ocean within the dragon’s body, the radiating light was that of the sea water.

It was a glow starkly different from the magma light beneath the Shadowflame Dragon’s scales.

And its body didn’t radiate the scorching heat common to its kind, but rather, like warm spring water, it cleansed the frigid air that surrounded it.

Count Merlin looked at the approaching dragon and murmured softly, “Torrential Flood Dragon…”

This was one of the two dragons of the Scorching Torrent Kingdom, the Torrential Flood Dragon, which, in this generation, had no recognized knight and was a solitary dragon.

However before the Torrential Flood Dragon could join the fray, the previously fierce-looking Snow Giant Da, who seemed to be about to brute-force kill the Shadowflame Dragon, suddenly roared “Da,” and then, with an unexpectedly swift turn, started to escape.

Then it bound away without looking back.

With leaps and bounds, it moved swiftly, the ground quaking rhythmically, and in the blink of an eye, the mountainous silhouette of Snow Giant Da vanished into the snow-covered horizon.

“Humph!” The Torrential Flood Dragon didn’t touch down, it pursued Snow Giant Da directly.

“Roar!” The Shadowflame Dragon also struggled to rise, trying its best to chase after Snow Giant Da, but its injuries were too severe, making even flight an impossibility.

The wings were completely ruined, and a special force lifted its body up to only ten meters from the ground before it crashed back down heavily.

The earth began to tremble again.

“Flying Dragon Knights, pursue!” Count Merlin, seeing this, immediately called upon the Flying Dragon Knights to chase after Snow Giant Da.

However, as the Torrential Flood Dragon flew away, a new Flying Dragon Knight quietly arrived beside Count Merlin and Manganese Steel Dragon Mercedes.

This was a Flying Dragon Knight dressed in splendid armor, who spoke in a quiet but resonant voice, “No need for pursuit, colleagues of the Shadowflame Duchy. The Torrential Flood Dragon will slay the Snow Giant Da at the horizon; there is no need for you to worry.”

After speaking,

He then turned to Count Merlin, “Count Merlin, it has been a long time. Do you not remember me?”

Count Merlin furrowed his brow, “Are you… Marquis Arno Sunfire?”

“Haha, correct, I am indeed Arno Sunfire, specially entrusted by His Majesty to come to the aid of the Shadowflame Duchy, alongside the Torrential Flood Dragon. Fortunately, we arrived on the battlefield just in time, before the Shadowflame Dragon was at death’s door.”

Arno Sunfire glanced at the severely injured Shadowflame Dragon from atop the bipedal flying dragon.

This embodiment of the deity of the Shadowflame Duchy was now in a sorry state, lying quietly in the mud. Melted snow mixed with the mud was flowing past it continuously; it no longer had the strength to emit high heat to vaporize the muddy water.

The glow of eucrease gradually dimmed.

In the distance, it seemed the roar of Snow Giant Da could be heard, along with the high-pitched howls of the Torrential Flood Dragon, indicating the battle had begun.

The surrounding bipedal flying dragons had already dispersed, returning to their respective Knight Regiments to round up the Blue-skinned Riders that had just dealt them a heavy blow.

Count Merlin, on the back of his dragon, gave a bow to Marquis Arno Sunfire. Whatever he was thinking internally, at this moment, it was truly the other party’s timely assistance that saved both the Shadowflame Dragon and the Shadowflame Duchy.

“Marquis Arno, thank you for the aid of the Torrential Flood Dragon and yourself. Please, come with me…” Count Merlin’s words of gratitude were not yet finished,

When a Flying Dragon Knight came flying over with a wail, “Earl Sir!”

Count Merlin frowned, “What’s wrong?”

“The Duke… the Duke…” The voice of the Flying Dragon Knight choked, “The Duke has fallen…”

“What?” Count Merlin was stunned, and the next moment he swayed on the back of the Manganese Steel Dragon, almost falling off.

“The Duke has fallen!” Thinking that Count Merlin had not heard correctly, the Flying Dragon Knight exclaimed mournfully, “Ambushed and slain by the Blue-skinned Riders, the Dragon Blood Knights have gone mad. To kill the Blue-skinned Riders, several Phantom Beast Knights sacrificed themselves, perishing together with the enemy!”

“No, no, no…” Count Merlin, in utter turmoil, could not keep his emotions stable.

The Manganese Steel Dragon, in tune with his feelings, immediately carried him toward the Dragon Blood Knights, even forgetting to greet Marquis Arno Sunfire who had just hailed him.

Marquis Arno Sunfire also frowned, “This knight, has Grand Duke Kunstan truly fallen?”

“Yes,” the Flying Dragon Knight sobbed, “Thank you for your support to the Grand Duchy, but at this moment, I must return to the Duke’s side. I apologize for neglecting you.”

After saying so, he quickly followed after Count Merlin.

“How could this be, how did Kunstan die,” Marquis Arno Sunfire muttered to himself, then rode the bipedal flying dragon to follow.

When everyone else had flown away,

Only the Shadowflame Dragon, lying on the ground gasping for breath, remained. The eucrease’s light extinguished, the world plunged into pitch darkness, unnoticed, a drop of blood-colored tear slowly traced from the corner of the Shadowflame Dragon’s eye, quietly dropping into the mud.

“Hmm…” The throat of the Shadowflame Dragon rolled, emitting an unclear mournful sound.

It seemed to remember, from many, many years ago, meeting Quentin Shadowflame in the vast snowfields, as well as Quentin II Shadowflame, who had accompanied it for the longest of years, and Quentin III Shadowflame, who had fought to exhaustion and perished.

Three generations of Dragon Knights, three unforgettable memories.

And now, the bloodline descendant of Quentin III had once again died before it, and the Shadowflame Dragon closed its eyes in agony.