[The Qilin Alliance and Druid Alliance have declared war against the War God Alliance, Dragon Treasure Alliance, Aikun Alliance…!]
The moment this announcement was released, it shook the entire continent.
Qi Lin opened his terminal and, without even looking, selected all the alliances on the continent.
As for the island ruling alliances still in the process of merging, he decided to let them off for now.
He had a feeling that once the continent was unified, he might truly be able to set foot on this distant, foreign world.
What kind of scenery awaited him there?
Would gods exist on that continent?
Qi Lin didn’t know, but perhaps what awaited him were these special conquest continents.
Only the king among all the lords had the qualification to set foot on that land.
At the moment war was declared, four avatars had already set out with their armies.
By now, they must have already launched attacks on other alliances.
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On the other side, the Golden Conquest Continent.
Several massive dragons plummeted toward the ground, their enormous bodies crashing down with overwhelming force.
They stood amidst the mountains and forests, circling above the peaks.
Their forms varied, and there were slight differences in their sizes, but without a doubt, they were all pure-blooded dragons—troop types incarnated from dragons.
There were more than a dozen dragons.
They opened their giant maws, the scales on their necks rippling.
Then, scorching breaths swept across everything on the ground.
Even a mountain peak could be flattened under such a fierce attack.
The air sizzled with intense heat, melted rock turning to magma.
The land was now a sea of fire, devastation everywhere, with corpses of troops and lords scattered about.
The lords of the alliance felt their blood surge when they saw this scene.
They were grateful for their previous choice.
Dragons—these top-tier creatures were simply too powerful!
Even when besieged by all the lords on the continent, they did not falter.
Below, the allied leaders’ faces were ashen.
They knew dragons were strong, but not to this extent?!
They were top-level lords themselves, commanding powerful troops.
They had Giant Ogres and Bimongiants.
These were also incredibly strong troop types.
On the Conquest Islands, they had swept all before them with their forces.
But upon encountering dragons, even their giant bodies seemed insignificant.
Most importantly, Bimongiants and Giant Ogres were land forces, while dragons dominated both land and sky.
The terrifying breath of a dragon could destroy everything, reducing it to ashes.
Even with powerful regenerative abilities, nothing could escape the fate of being melted.
But now, what other choice did they have but to fight?
They wanted to conquer, and the dragon lord before them was an insurmountable obstacle.
If they didn’t deal with him, every lord knew the final fate of this continent.
“Damn it, why is there a dragon lord?!”
“Where’s our air force? Your divine abilities—where are they?!”
The coalition’s troops numbered in the hundreds of thousands, but faced with just over a dozen dragons, they were utterly helpless.
This left them feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.
Their air force consisted only of Birdmen, Raptors, and bats—nothing that could withstand, or even approach, a dragon.
Watching Bimongiants and Giant Ogres fall one by one, the allied lords’ hearts twisted with pain, but there was nothing they could do.
In the sky, Qi Lin watched coldly.
His expression did not change.
No, there was one thought.
If only the Undead Avatar was here.
How many undead could be summoned?
“Lord, maybe we should surrender…”
“What’s the difference between continuing and just dying…?”
They seemed to only now realize this, yet there was something even more strange.
Lords relied on killing enemies with their troops to split a small amount of energy for leveling up.
In other words, the troops’ levels were generally higher than the lords’.
But the opponent—his level was higher than his own troops, and his power was even greater.
What a joke.
A Hybrid stronger than a dragon?
Unless…
?!!
He’s a true Dragonkin!
This thought flashed through the lord’s mind, sending a cold sweat down his back. He couldn’t believe it.
They couldn’t keep fighting, or everyone would die.
Compared to conquest, staying alive was more important.
“We…”
Before the lord could finish, a commotion erupted at the rear of the ranks.
A deep, unfamiliar voice interrupted.
“Don’t be so quick to surrender.”
“Yeah, we just got here.”
Two men walked forward side by side, smiles on their faces.
One was tall and muscular, like a fitness instructor.
The other was slightly shorter, but his tight clothing showed bulging muscles, and he had crescent-shaped tattoos on his face.
“Who are you?”
The leading lords looked confused.
They didn’t remember anyone like this in their ranks.
Hearing the slightly bewildered question, the subordinate lords hurried forward to block the two men.
“Us? What are we?”
The two struck thinking poses, making those around them grit their teeth in frustration.
“Cut the crap. If you won’t fight, get lost. I can handle this alone!”
Suddenly, a disdainful curse echoed from the sky.
The lords looked up in surprise.
It was the dragon lord.
Who was he talking to?
Wait?!
They spun around, only to see the two men smiling.
Then, terrifying energy surged from them, and a beam of light shot upward.
Two gigantic beings descended onto the battlefield like gods and demons.
One was a musclebound, blue-violet-skinned creature with fangs and claws—a Bimongiant Beast.
The other had sea-blue skin, was bald, with red fur on its neck, wielded a giant ice club, and radiated a freezing aura—a Giant Ogre!
The moment they transformed, they attacked the nearby lords who hadn’t yet reacted.
A small figure separated from a dragon in the sky and plummeted downward.
Boom!
A massive, majestic black dragon descended upon the battlefield!
At that moment, all the dragons in the sky abandoned their kiting and dived, choosing direct combat.
The battle had now become completely one-sided.