Chapter 305: Chapter 211: The Second Scarlet Calamity
David utilized the stacked Authority of ’Wrath,’ which, along with the resonating dragon roar, swept across the entire mountainous battlefield.
In that instant, every Moon Elf felt this frenzy.
Their heartbeats sped up, their breathing turned ragged, and their eyes began to burn with zeal.
Especially the vanguard closest to the valley battlefield felt their blood surge. Seeing nothing but a crimson tide of bloody rage, they roared:
"Kill these damned lizards!"
"Close-range fire!"
"For the glory of the Moon Elves!"
"Charge!!!"
In this moment, they saw nothing but the path ahead, nothing but battle. They became confused, forgot their positions, and ignored the treacherous terrain as they began to charge in an almost frenzied manner. Their steps grew faster, their expressions wilder. When they reached the edge of the cliff, they didn’t stop. Maintaining their forward momentum, they stepped into the void and plummeted straight down.
Like a herd of antelope following the lead deer into a deep ravine.
"No, no, no! Stop! Stop now!"
The Elf commanders and soldiers behind them witnessed all of this. Commander Idres tried to order the vanguard to stop, but it was too late. Hundreds upon hundreds of the vanguard had already vanished into the dark chasm before they could awaken from their inexplicable rage, leaving only screams and wails echoing between the cliffs.
"...It’s the Red Dragon! He’s back..."
Commander Idres’s face was as pale as snow, his eyes nearly losing focus. Then, grinding his teeth, he uttered the name, "David Uthos Sed Ponga!"
Indeed, the information he had obtained from the Royal Court stated that this Red Dragon, capable of disguising itself as a Metal Dragon, possessed an ability to induce a frenzied rage among all creatures in the vicinity for a short time.
He had also precisely stationed his troops among the peaks at least two kilometers from the valley and had preemptively set up the Anti-Magic Labyrinth, specifically to counter this.
But he could never have imagined that the enemy’s ability was not magic!
Nor could he have imagined that there was such an inconceivable existence in the world, able to make half a legion fall into hysterical frenzy with a mere dragon roar from two kilometers away.
Even if it lasted only for the span of a single breath, the damage caused had reached a peak the Moon Elves hadn’t seen since their return to Eternal Gathering Island a millennium ago!
This simply defied all common sense and logic!
The enemy was just a young Red Dragon. Yet, a group frenzy of such power, if sustained a little longer, would align with a high-level spell model. It would utterly be the stuff of legendary legion-level strategic spells!
"The second Red Disaster... the Dragon of Frenzied Chaos..." Idres murmured. For a moment, it seemed only this Elvish term could aptly describe the Red Dragon before him, its body steaming with a raging blood mist.
This brief yet utterly insane spectacle completely stunned the Elves further back, and the ferocious flurry of crossbow bolts subsided, becoming sparse.
Seeing his ploy finally succeed, David, with his sky-covering crimson wings spread wide, hovered over the snow-covered peaks and the scorched valley, his lips twisted in a ferocious smile.
He was like Pafila, who years ago hovered over the Katjana coastline, confronting the whole Divine Realm of the War God alone, her eyes filled with boundless arrogance.
’Arrogance’
Not only the Elves but also the group of Dragons surrounding David, who had thought they would likely fall here amid the High Elves’ ambush, were stunned. Only the Red Dragon Lizrite, looking at David’s equally wild and arrogant back, was filled with admiration and aspiration. She also fell into thought:
Is this... the correct direction for Bloody Scale Frenzy...?
As the creator of Blood Scale Berserker, Ephelomon had once pointed out that her fury was too solitary, too immersed in her own dramatic emotions, and lacked the zealous tumult characteristic of the foremost Evil Dragons.
She had been unable to understand what that state was like until today, when David Uthos gave her a personal demonstration of what true Bloodscale Fury was.
Even though David had only just crossed the threshold of a Blood Scale Berserker, his dragon roar was already starting to show the terrifying power of the eighth phase, ’Dragon’s Wrath,’ capable of leaving a land strewn with casualties and wails of despair.
While all Elves and Dragons were shocked by this dreadful power and the heavy casualties, David led the other Dragons, who were about to be turned into porcupines by crossbow bolts, out of the range of the Anti-Magic Labyrinth.
A Teleportation Gate opened behind David: ’Fesentelerus’s Portal’.
"Withdraw first," David ordered calmly, flicking his tail.
This calm command, devoid of any trace of aggression, allowed both the tense Elves and Dragons to heave a collective sigh of relief.
Except for David and his siblings, who were equipped with silver scale breastplates, and the White Dragon Mofei, who had advanced to Sculpted Hide Dragon, most of the other Dragons were seriously wounded. This didn’t even include the Barbarian Rosinde, who was unconscious and being carried in Mofei’s mouth. The unluckiest, the Black Dragon Alfonse, had a crossbow bolt piercing his lung. He was unable to speak, with blood constantly gushing from his mouth and nose, and was being kept alive only by the healing spells of Tania and Shadila. If they delayed any longer, he would likely be heading back to Barto Hell.
Dragon Mother Pafila, busy waging war in the Divine Realm, didn’t have the time to constantly protect these rowdy young dragons.