North of the Essien Mountains, the cold wind that the locals called Suen was blowing across the white plains. The snow had melted, and the vast plains were like an endless sea. The rolling hills were like the waves on the sea. A monster covered in black scales was standing on the peak of the waves, looking at the shining horizon in the south of the plains.
The sword in his hand was deep black, but it was shining with a flame-like luster. The hilt of the sword was embedded with a beautiful Molten Core, and the power flowed along the lines of the sword.
"It's over."
Caesar looked at the wyverns and orcs rushing into the northern border of Essien. The armored goblins were also approaching. He knew that the outcome had been decided. No matter how intense the battle between the metal dragons and the pentashade dragons was, Monet's army had been defeated.
In the following days, these guys would face a period of continuous pursuit until they retreated to the hinterland of the Kingdom of Ebs and reorganized themselves.
"He's really strong," Azliers thought as he felt the power surging in Black Dragon's body.
He had once fought the Black Dragon to the death and knew that Caesar Targaryen was a tough opponent. However, at that time, the Infernal Monarch's perception of the Black Dragon was only that he was a "tough guy". It was only until the comparison that the gap between them was revealed. When they faced the Hydra together, Azriles clearly knew how strong this "temporary companion" was.
The power of two demigods was not as simple as one plus one. They worked together to kill the nine-headed serpent, which was at the peak of legendary. It was as easy as cutting a worm.
When Azliers was looking at Caesar, Caesar was also staring at him. The Black Dragon was not surprised by the power of the Lord of the Abyss, because he had already predicted it. He was re-examining the conditions to divide the divine fire equally. It was said that the powerful Lord of the Abyss could threaten the gods with the virtual divinity. Was Azliers planning to do the same?
"How boring."
The Lord Of The Infernal Prison said lazily, "If it can't find any other powerful force other than Monet himself, then there's really no suspense in this war."
"Even if it's just Monet, he's not someone we can deal with."
Caesar said. He knew himself very well. Even though he was the Emperor of the North, he was not arrogant for no reason. Monet had once fought with the Dragon God and Dragon Queen. Although he was only a god in the form of the main material world, he was still much stronger than Caesar and Azliers.
Even if it was unlikely that Monet would still have the same power seven thousand years later, this battle would still be difficult.
"What are you going to do next?" Azliers asked tentatively.
"Let's go back." Caesar carried the Lord Of The Infernal Prison and turned around.
"It's not a good habit to be quiet. Aren't you going to say anything?"
"Monet can hide in the Demiplane and not come out, but he's a monster. A monster that's filled with a purer desire to destroy than you. He can't just watch his army being attacked and devoured. If this goes on, sooner or later he won't be able to hold back and jump out."
Caesar thought for a moment and added, "Maybe he has already jumped out.
Alex, an ancestral blue dragon, suddenly disappeared some time ago. He didn't even send out a signal for help. I can't think of many creatures in Airadia that have such an ability. "
Just as his voice trailed off, the northern border of Essien suddenly shook violently, and a series of explosions spread from the ground to the surface. Huge cracks appeared on the earth's crust, and the vast wilderness became uneven like a crumpled piece of paper. Not far away, a flame rose, and countless pieces of the earth's crust scattered into the dark and gloomy sky.
"An accurate estimation. Congratulations." Azliers chuckled and said, "I smell it."
"It's earlier than I thought."
Caesar frowned. They could all sense a strong energy reaction. "It seems that the seven thousand years of imprisonment has really driven Monet crazy. He can't even bear a small loss. He can't wait."
"I don't think so."
Azliers said, "In my opinion, he's not afraid of this so-called alliance at all. He also doesn't care about the life and death of these minions. The reason he hid and used his minions and army to attack is just to test your strength. Once he knows the truth, he will no longer have any concerns."
As a demon lord who was also filled with the desire to destroy, Azliers had a better understanding of Monet's mentality. Caesar thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
"Alright."
Azliers urged. "We have to back off. After all, this is his first appearance. Let's give him a chance to make a grand entrance."
This was the condition that the Lord of the Abyss had negotiated with Caesar from the beginning. Whether or not they were confident in winning, they could not attack Monet immediately. At least, they had to wait until after the Platinum Dragon God and the Evil Dragon Mother.
Essien Border Fortress, which had been abandoned by Monet's army, began to burn. The stone walls fell piece by piece, smashing into the ground and shattering into pieces. Scorching poisonous gases shot out from the cracks in the walls. The red-hot steel structure bent and melted. All kinds of sounds converged into the dying cries of the ravaged land. All kinds of lights shot out aimlessly, as if Airadia was about to be reactivated.
Endless flames rose, lightning danced and sang in the surroundings. There was steam, fire, and lightning everywhere. Layers of snow fell, as if a hole had been opened in the earth's crust. Poisonous, slow, petrifying, and all kinds of gases were released from it. The space was also filled with a pressure that could confuse one's mind.
Waves of explosions came one after another. The hot wind and dust even directly hit Caesar's face. Pillars of fire that were hundreds of meters long spurted out from the earth's crust from time to time. The sky was reflected in blood red. Under the blood-red sky, the space gradually cracked. A huge monster stretched out its sharp claws. The front half of the claws was covered with iron-like scales, while the back half was covered with all kinds of runes.
Red, gold, and blue. Monet's three heads stretched out from the demiplane. It was as huge as a mountain. It looked around coldly with the eyes of a king. Then it let out a deafening roar and opened the door of the demiplane.
"It's magnificent."
Azliers said. He looked as if he was admiring a piece of art. "This will be an unbelievably beautiful scene. Let's enjoy it from here."
As the roar faded away, an unparalleled explosion began. The place where Monet was standing was set off with an unparalleled blazing light. Flames and rubble fell from the sky like meteors. The shockwave destroyed everything that was tangible. Those wyverns that had rushed to the front were all turned into dust in an instant.
Caesar released his Psionic Energy field to protect all the Blackwing Tribe members with him as the center. The moment he sensed Monet's appearance, he had ordered the Blackwing Army to retreat. However, there were still many wyverns that were caught in the crossfire because they could not retreat in time. It was true that ants could bite an elephant to death, but an elephant could also trample even more ants to death with a stomp.
"I'm having goosebumps, my friend."
Azliers was still shouting excitedly. "I'm starting to regret cooperating with you. Monet will tirelessly destroy everything that can be destroyed. I really can't bear to disturb him."
"Shut up!" Caesar scolded him.