When the Black Dragon Lord fully spread its wings, Angora was once again in deep shock.
She had to admit that the Black Dragon in front of her was unique. Not only did it have a stronger and more ferocious physique than the Red Dragon, but its wings were also completely different from all the True Dragons she knew.
The Black Dragon Lord's wings were unimaginably large. Angora had never seen a True Dragon's wings with such a wide membrane and such an intricate bone structure — its wings could even be folded!
At this time, the Black Dragon Lord began to flap its wings, and after a few flaps, a whistling hurricane was set off.
Wait a minute.
It's using its wings to fly?
It's not relying on magic?
After a short moment of shock, Angora immediately noticed this detail. The Calamity Dragon's perception was outstanding among the True Dragons, but she didn't feel any overflowing mana fluctuations from the Black Dragon Lord.
Is this a dragon beast?
Angora couldn't help but have this thought, but she quickly rejected it. The Black Dragon Lord's oppressive dragon aura couldn't be faked, and that kind of aura made her, who was also a True Dragon, feel fear.
What's going on?
The Calamity Dragon was puzzled, but time waited for no one. The Black Dragon Lord had already begun to dive down, so she could only cast a "levitation spell" for herself and followed behind the Black Dragon hesitantly.
"Buzz — — —"
The continuous dull sound crushed the ears of the creatures in battle. Caesar didn't roar, but the vibration and strong pressure brought by the dragon wings swept through the air made them notice the arrival of the Black Dragon.
And what followed was a hot stream of flames.
Due to the large number of undead, Caesar did not need to aim at a target at all. He flew at a low altitude like a bomber, the flames in his mouth incessantly plowing through the undead army over and over again, burning everything. These bones were turned into countless charcoal, leaving behind blazing ravines.
Because the opponents were the lowly skeletons and undead, Caesar didn't have to worry about them having armor-piercing arrows and armor-piercing crossbows. Therefore, this time, the Black Dragon could maintain his aerial advantage and fight with them. His wings were not so weak that even the skeleton archers could penetrate them. He just needed to be careful of those high undead.
The undead army suffered their first substantial loss. The liches' ability to cast spells was not enough to block the torrent of flames. As Caesar grew, his spitting weapons also became more powerful.
A large number of undead creatures were annihilated by the dragon flames. These were not inferior unintelligent skeletons, but the true backbone of the undead army.
But that was not enough. With Caesar's own strength, it would take him a few days to completely destroy the skeleton army. So he had to think of a way to encourage his monster minions to suppress their chaotic nature of wanting to escape and regroup to fight again.
"The Chaos Faction is indeed troublesome."
Caesar, who was flying at a low altitude, grumbled with resentment.
However, Caesar was well aware of how to boost the morale of these evil races who pursued strength. He had already considered this beforehand and knew how to operate it.
Soon, the Black Dragon began to move. He temporarily gave up his aerial advantage and aimed at an area where the undead were concentrated and began to land.
Because of its enormous size, this fellow smashed into the sea of skeletons like a meteor. The earth trembled and let out a thunderous roar. Countless undead were hit directly because they could not dodge in time. Under the heavy weight of the black dragon, the bones in their bodies let out ear-piercing screeches, and broken limbs flew everywhere.
In the shadow of the Dark Mantle, Caesar slowly climbed out of the pit he created. His scarlet eyes shone in the darkness.
"I, the son of the Shadow Dragon Nezatoria, the True Dragon — Caesar Ortorunso Tangerine, your master, your emperor …"
The Black Dragon spat out a mouthful of flames and swept away the skeletons in front of him. He stood upright with his powerful hind legs and crushed the undead creatures that had lost their mobility. He raised his fierce head and roared majestically, "I am the embodiment of strength!"
After that, Caesar lowered his head slightly and bit the flames in his mouth. He let out a deafening roar again.
"Now, Black Dragon Army, crush them!"
Momentum was really a wonderful thing. If it were a legendary spellcaster or an old True Dragon, they might be stronger than Caesar. However, when these words came out of their mouths, it was definitely not as shocking as what the Black Dragon said.
The ferocious, valiant, and majestic Black Dragon's subordinates all bared their fangs once more and let out long roars of agreement after its words were filled with power.
"For our king!"
"For our master!"
"For His Majesty!"
… …
Although there was no magic item, the Horn of War, the monsters were encouraged on a spiritual level. Their morale was boosted, and they were even more ferocious than when they were fighting against the skeleton army.
Of course, the undead creatures did not feel anything. In the face of the roaring monsters, they were still as calm as a pool of stagnant water. Only the sound of bones moving could be heard. These undead creatures who had died once cast aside all useless emotions and only silently waved their weapons to attack.
The two sides formed a sharp contrast.
"It's coming."
The Black Knight Negendro clenched his longsword. He knew that this was the time to decide the outcome of the battle. In Airadia, the confrontation between the lords of both sides was always the key to the direction of a war.
His trump card — the undead knights had been holding back and did not join the battle. They were waiting for the Black Dragon to appear. Only these high undead knights could possibly stop the Black Dragon Lord. Such an adult True Dragon would be destructive to the battlefield. He could not let it do as it pleased. The knights had to be on standby on the left side, waiting to intercept it.
The skeletal horses whinnied as Undead Horsemen and Undead Horsemen gathered together and charged towards the Black Dragon.
This army was made up of high undead creatures. Their bodies were wrapped in dark gray armor. Even the bones exposed outside of the armor were dyed with a layer of metallic luster.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that they did not charge with their feet on the ground. The skeletal horses that these undead knights rode also had soul fire burning at the end of their hooves. They floated in the air and galloped.
This meant that the undead knights also had the ability to fight in the air.
"My lord, you must be careful.
Every undead knight was a veteran who had gone through hundreds of battles when they were alive. The skills that were fused into their bloodline are preserved even after death. "
Angora reminded from some distance behind, before moving closer. "Praise of Valor."
She cast a spell at Caesar. Noticing that the Black Dragon was looking back, Angora smiled. "Please allow me to assist you."