Tiamat said with a hateful tone, "You plan to use those filthy bastards of Bahamut to deal with your own kind?"
"Looks like it now."
Caesar answered this question without any sense of shame as a dragon. His expression was extremely ugly in Tiamat's eyes, twisted like a maggot. This guy actually laughed and said, "Don't make it sound like you care about the Pentashade Dragons. Besides, I'm just imitating and learning from my ancestors. You've done many similar things before, and now you don't seem to mind it at all."
Tiamat raised her five heads, but did not attack again. The Dragon Queen's gaze was exceptionally terrifying. Layers of divine might and dragon might overlapped, enough to make any mortal below the level of a true god tremble uncontrollably. However, it had little effect on the Black Dragon.
As early as when the energy crystal heart was formed, Caesar's body had already begun to develop a certain resistance to the suppression of aura and will. Now, with the accumulation of psionic energy over the years, his resistance was extremely high. Even if Tiamat's true body descended, she might not be able to do anything to him with just her aura.
"Very good."
In the end, the Evil Dragon Mother coldly nodded. As soon as her voice fell, the Green Dragon Apostle confronting the Black Dragon Lord suddenly had his strength sucked dry. His divine power turned into rune threads, disappearing in an unstoppable manner.
The Evil Dragon Mother immediately left. Compared to Caesar, she was more concerned about the battlefield and hated the Metal Dragons who worshipped Bahamut even more.
The moment the ancient Green Dragon's eyes recovered, it immediately used a teleportation spell to escape. It had personally witnessed the confrontation between the Dragon Queen and the Black Dragon. It knew that it was no match for this mutated dragon, so it immediately fled as soon as it regained control of its body. It did not even leave behind a proper sentence, losing all face as an ancient Green Dragon.
Caesar did not use the Spotless Land to stop it. He coldly stared at the void until the dust in this area settled. Only then did he let out a light sigh and began to examine his injuries.
Fighting the Dragon Queen head on sounded tough and valiant, but it was actually not easy. Caesar extinguished the flames behind his wings and returned to the ground. Only then did he realize that his entire body was aching faintly.
The black dragon turned its head and looked left and right, but there was no one around.
Caesar's multi-functional tail claws began to work. Without trembling, he plucked out the damaged scales bit by bit, revealing large chunks of firm, dark red flesh. This was not an injury left behind by a breath attack, but a scratch from an earlier close combat. None of the wounds were very deep, nor were they serious. Caesar had not paid attention to them at the time, but now he felt that his strength was constantly draining away. A sense of tiredness assaulted him like a tide, and his mind was drowsy.
Power Drain, Aging Curse.
This isn't the power of the Tiamat Divine Domain, Caesar thought with gritted teeth. It seems like the Dragon Empress' stomach also swallowed a divine artifact, and its effects were also transmitted through the apostles.
Perhaps not even Tiamat herself noticed, but if this battle continued for a bit longer, Caesar would enter a truly dangerous state.
Caesar laid on the ground, using psionic energy and the automatic control unit to treat his wounds. Streaks of purple mist could be seen drifting out from the Black Dragon's body. Those were the threads of 'Power Drain' that were planted into the Black Dragon's body. On the other hand, his fission furnace was also continuously operating, continuously removing the curse from a deeper level.
There was no need to worry about the main battlefield. Ever since the Metal Dragon race appeared, Caesar and his Black Wing Army were no longer the main characters of this battle. He had long secretly instructed the clan leaders to gradually withdraw their own clansmen when the reinforcements arrived and they entered a chaotic battle, handing the stage over to the Metal Dragons and Rainbow Dragons.
After spending quite a bit of time to remove the hidden injuries on his body, Caesar arrived at the edge of the main battlefield and looked into the distance. Even from far away, the roaring roars and energy waves already assaulted his face, toppling mountains and overturning seas.
In the sky outside the Tuhala Desert, a clear dividing line appeared. On the other side of the sky, the light golden radiance and the bright scarlet red were clearly separated. This was the concentrated embodiment of the Bahamut believers and Tiamat believers, resulting in the illusory projections of the Northwind Stronghold and the Demonscale Fortress. Surrounding them were the Metal Dragons of the good faction and the Rainbow Dragons of the evil faction.
Reinforcements.
This was the plan that Caesar and Silver Dragon Enigorn had conspired together, obtaining the approval of the Platinum Dragon God. For this, the Metal Dragons had made deep preparations. They had carefully assessed the military forces that Tiamat would dispatch to the Northlands, and then gathered the clansmen that were a level higher in numbers and strength, preparing to deal a heavy blow to the powerful evil dragons of this continent.
Close to a hundred dragons and their thousands of dragon bloodline vassals, descendants, and kin filled the ground and the sky, fighting to the death in this small, crowded space.
This was a rare dragon war that Airadia had seen in thousands of years. The scale was so large that it was difficult to find any records that could compare to it. Perhaps only Tiamat and Bahamut had led their clansmen to descend on Airadia had such a magnificent scene, but now it was completely ignited because of Caesar.
Beautiful spells streaked across the sky, and all kinds of dragon breaths filled the sky. The servants that had died tragically wailed and bled, and the dragons that had fallen to the ground roared and struggled. Even the important and colossal Immemorial Dragons were filled with danger. Even Caesar could not guarantee his safety if he stayed here. This kind of battle was too high-energy. The dragon's head was smashed into a dog's head. As long as he could walk out alive, he would be qualified to be called the victor.
Farewell.
After watching for a while, Caesar slipped away without looking back. He did not care about the reason why the two sides were fighting to the death, nor did he consider the possibility that Bahamut would settle accounts with him later.
Of course, the two Dragon Gods were not idiots. Caesar's selfish scheme would definitely not escape their eyes. As long as the Black Dragon and his army retreated from the battlefield, Bahamut and Tiamat would immediately realize that something was wrong and that they had been schemed against.
But, it did not matter.
The metal dragons and the colored dragons were born to be mortal enemies. This was the nature that the two Dragon Gods had set for them. Once the two sides came into contact, the situation would develop uncontrollably. Unless Bahamut and Tiamat could restrain their own people and shake hands and make peace, it would be possible to stop this war before the victor was decided.
But the grievances between the two Dragon Gods had accumulated over millions of years, and their hatred for each other was beyond imagination. They could not wait for the other to die immediately. Even if the Nine-Faced Dragon God Io appeared, he would probably not be able to make these two enemies shake hands and make peace.
This was the situation that Caesar had intentionally facilitated, and also the situation that he wanted to see the most. A war between dragons of this magnitude could not be decided in a short period of time. It would take at least several years, or even decades. And if they fought a long war, no matter who was the victor, the good dragons and the evil dragons would definitely be greatly weakened. This would greatly weaken Tiamat and Bahamut's control over this region.
And this was precisely Caesar's goal. After this battle, the two Dragon Gods' control over Airadia would be greatly reduced. He could have a period of stable development, accumulate power in Airadia, complete the construction of the base and self-evolution, and prepare to face the true gods in the future.