Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 658: Dragons Never Prostrate

Arman spoke first.

Flames swirled around him, and his red wings of fire spread gently, illuminating the entire camp.

"Xingluo," his voice was low, like magma rolling in his chest, "I once used fire to avenge my people, and now I will use it to burn through the god's throat. As long as you walk in front, my flames will follow you."

The soldiers instinctively retreated, the flames so hot that the air distorted.

Pandora stared at him, her heart trembling: this power was enough to burn down a city, even she felt a hint of threat, but at this moment she voluntarily obeyed Xingluo.

Isabel slowly walked out of the firelight.

She was wearing a black robe, and her eyes under the hood were shining with black and gold light.

She stretched out her hand, and a soft light shone from her palm, and the injured soldier's breathing immediately steadied.

But on the other side, she trembled her fingertips, and a huge rock in the distance instantly crumbled into ashes.

"My light can both save and destroy."

Her voice was cold, yet contained a certain peace. "Xingluo, if you wish to challenge the gods, my Fallen Saint's Light will illuminate your dark path."

The soldiers held their breath.

For the first time, they saw such a contradictory power: gentleness and cruelty coexisting, yet both obeying her will.

Barlock came over carrying the heavy hammer.

He didn't say anything, but just slammed the hammer on the ground with a "bang".

The air immediately trembled, the flames of the fire were instantly extinguished, and time seemed to stop for a moment.

He grinned and said in a low, hoarse voice:

“My hammer doesn’t ask what it hits, it only asks if it can break it.

Xingluo, if your enemy is God, then I will smash God's world open for you with my hammer."

As soon as the words fell, the soldiers in the camp broke out in cold sweats, as if the ground beneath their feet would collapse at any time.

Finally, Ryan stepped out of the shadows.

He was wearing a tattered black cloak, and his silver-gray eyes flickered coldly in the firelight.

He drew out the pitch-black sword, and the blade hummed with a biting chill.

The soldiers subconsciously covered their chests, as if their souls were being grazed by a sword.

"My life is running out. I haven't drawn my sword for so many years, waiting for this moment. Now I can finally fight to my heart's content." Ryan's voice was low but firm, "I will use my last life to dethrone God.

Xingluo, what you want is not a subject, but a sword to stand shoulder to shoulder with you.

So, from this moment on, my sword will point in the same direction as yours."

In the firelight, half of his hair was already snow-white.

That was the price of the curse, but it made him even colder.

The four of them stood together, and the entire camp was plunged into a suffocating sense of oppression.

The fire is blazing, the holy light is cold, the void is shaking, and the curse is sharp.

These four forces collided with each other, but there was no conflict. Instead, they formed a terrifying resonance.

Ordinary soldiers did not dare to look up, feeling like ants pressed between heaven and earth.

The thirty Moonfall Blades had complicated expressions - they were once the sharpest blades of Starfall, but now they discovered that any one of these four was enough to defeat an entire legion.

Xingluo walked forward slowly, his black cloak fluttering in the night wind.

Xiao Hei's low dragon roar was then sounded, and the silver bells rang crisply between the dragon's horns, and the sound spread throughout the entire camp.

He looked at the four people with cold eyes, but with a hint of respect.

"Fire, Fallen Saint, Void, Curse. You were once companions of Kronos, forbidden to this continent. Now, you stand on the same land with me. The War of the Gods is approaching, and mortals confronting the gods will no longer be allowed to retreat. From now on, you are no longer the afterimages of the mercenary group, but my fellow travelers. Together, we will tear the sky apart!"

His voice was like thunder, filled with unshakable determination.

The third toll of the Requiem Bell rang out in the night sky.

The sound was deep and distant, like a song for the dead, or the beginning of a new war.

Alman spread his wings of fire, and the flames shot up to the sky;

Isabel raised her hand, and a black-gold light illuminated the sky;

Barlock raised his hammer high, and the void hummed;

Ryan held his sword in front of him, the tip of the sword flashing coldly.

The four spoke simultaneously, their voices overlapping in the night sky: "Forbidden power, shoulder to shoulder with mortals! If the gods look down, we will make them bow!"

At that moment, the morale of the entire camp was completely ignited.

The soldiers were no longer afraid, but raised their heads and looked at the five figures standing shoulder to shoulder:

The cold stars falling above the black dragon, and the four forbidden demigods beside him.

Their existence is like five giant pillars supporting the heaven and earth, making people believe that even if gods come, they are not invincible.

The wind was howling and the night sky was dark.

In the oldest crater of Dragon Island, Nicholas lives alone.

He is the leader of the dragon clan, his scales are like red gold, and his wings can cover half of the valley when spread out.

But there was an unshakable shadow in his eyes.

Hundreds of years ago, the human Kronos came to Dragon Island and asked to sign a contract with the dragon to fight against the gods together.

Nicholas hesitated.

He feared the oppression of the gods and doubted the persistence of humans.

In the end, he refused.

As a result, Kronos led the four forbidden ones to fight against the gods, and the dragon clan gradually declined.

Now, when he saw Xiao Hei sign a contract with Xing Luo and become a being far superior to himself, the last bit of pride in Nicholas' heart completely collapsed.

He knew that if he retreated again this time, the dragon clan would be completely forgotten by history.

Then he flapped his wings and rose up, letting out a dragon roar that shook heaven and earth.

"Dragons! Follow me to battle!"

Dragon Island shook.

From volcanoes, glaciers, abysses and dense forests, giant dragons flapped their wings and rose up, gathering towards Nicholas.

Their numbers are no longer as numerous as they used to be, but every one of the remaining ones is a survivor who has gone through time and war.

Eventually, about a hundred dragons gathered above the island.

When they spread their wings simultaneously, the sky was obscured, the sunlight was covered, and the sea surged under their shadows.

Even Nicholas' eyes were slightly warmed by this scene.

"Even the embers...are enough to terrify the gods."

This army of hundreds of dragons is not a single group, but the most complex combination in the history of dragons.

Each dragon has its own unique powers and attributes.

There are more than 30 Fiery Dragons, the most numerous species of dragon. Their scales are fiery red or deep orange, and their breath is dragon flames that burn the heavens and the earth.

Born from volcanoes and lava, they excel at devastating attacks. On the battlefield, they are like moving volcanoes. Among them are three elder-level blazing dragons, each the size of a mountain, capable of incinerating thousands of enemy troops with a single breath.

There are twenty Frost Dragons, their scales like ice crystals, and their wings leave a trail of frozen air as they streak through the sky. Their breath can freeze the air, freezing entire battlefields. While the Blazing Dragons are the vanguard of the attack, these dragons are the barrier that holds the enemy at bay. One of these ancient ice dragons, Celta, can stop rivers with a single breath.

There are more than ten Storm Dragons, their scales gleaming silver, and their wings flapping to summon thunder and hurricanes. They rely not on breath but on celestial phenomena. Wherever a Storm Dragon flies, enemy lines are thrown into disarray, and thunder rips the earth apart.

There are approximately a dozen Abyssal Dragons. They emerged from the Abyss, unwilling to return to its barren world. Their scales are pitch black, and their eyes are like red flames. They originate from the cracks in the ocean floor and carry the curse of the Abyss. Their breath is not fire, but a black mist that corrodes the soul. Anyone enveloped by this mist will quickly disintegrate.

Ten mountain dragons, their scales thick as rock, are massive, slow-moving, yet indestructible. Their wings can't even sustain long-distance flight, but once they're planted on the ground, they're an unshakable fortress. It's said that a single blow from their tails can bring down mountains.

There are only seven Sky Dragons, a rare ancient bloodline with pale golden scales and wings that reflect sunlight. Their breath is not simply fire, but a torrent of pure energy. Each Sky Dragon is capable of fighting a divine messenger on its own.

There are also three rare species: a "Crystal Dragon" with mixed blood, whose breath can be refracted into countless light blades; a "Sky-Splitting Dragon" with four wings on its back, which can teleport in space; and an "Iron-Scale Dragon" with scars all over its body, its body has almost become metal, and it can no longer fly, but it can crush the enemy on the ground like a chariot.

Nicholas stood at the forefront, his jet-black scales reflecting the light from the sea. His deep voice echoed throughout Dragon Island: "Hundreds of years ago, I missed the opportunity to stand shoulder to shoulder with the God of Time and Space. That was a disgrace to the dragon race. Today, we will not live in vain! With our scales and claws, we will let the gods remember that dragons never crawl!"