Mythology: Ragnarok

Chapter 152 The Demise of the Metal Dragon Clan

Elilian immediately realized it was a trap, and she shouted, "Scatter!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. The eleventh-tier super-level spell 'Overweight' had already been activated. Three hundred times the gravity instantly enveloped all the dragons, slamming them to the ground. After being controlled by the magic, all the dragons immediately tried to activate dragon language magic, but how could Agreed not have thought of what they could have thought of?

More than twenty necromancers emerged from the shadow space and cast the super-level spell 'Anti-Magic Domain', which directly interrupted all dragon language magic. The dragons present were completely turned into lambs to the slaughter. Agreed watched everything that happened in front of him quietly. Just over twenty necromancers under his command had dealt with the metal dragon race that had been passed down for ten thousand years. Things went so smoothly that Agreed was somewhat at a loss.

Argreed walked over, enduring the resentful glares of the metal dragons. He then turned to the silver dragon chieftain, Elirian, and asked, "You metal dragons held meetings for half a year before deciding to attack me, and yet you still can't unite? The only remaining ancient dragon, the bronze dragons, haven't even come to help because of their past feud with the gold dragons. How dare you come? Do you think you can defeat me with numbers? Foolish."

Elirian's eyes widened in shock as he exclaimed, "How do you know all this! There's a traitor among the metal dragons?!"

Agreed shook his finger and said, "You're overthinking it. Dragons still have their pride. My humble abode doesn't have the ability to develop informants among the metal dragons. However, I do have some special means to know everything that happens on this planet. For example... the exact locations of all your metal dragon settlements!" As he spoke, Agreed waved his hand, and a virtual global map was projected before everyone's eyes, with several highlighted dots marking the settlements of all the dragons.

Elilian looked at the map in front of her and was filled with despair. She knew very well whether the map was real or fake. From the beginning, their enemies knew all their movements and intelligence, while they knew nothing about the strength of their enemies!

Agreed continued, "Let me ask you another question. Great current leader of the Metal Dragon Clan, with all the dragon forces out of the field, and I knowing the locations of all the Metal Dragon Clan, what do you think I would do?"

Arilian suddenly became agitated, struggling frantically and stirring up a lot of debris, but this only resulted in more violent suppression. Arilian roared, "What are you going to do to those settlements?!"

Argreed turned to the delegation and shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the grand ceremony our country has prepared for you! A military parade, plus... the annihilation of the metal dragons!!" As he spoke, the stone pillars in the square suddenly deformed, and then sixteen huge screens appeared in front of everyone, broadcasting the event live.

Everyone witnessed the dragons, once considered incredibly powerful, being ravaged by the undead. These undead were clad in advanced equipment obtained from the dwarves, and among them were high-ranking undead such as liches and necromancers leading the army. How could the immature dragons possibly stand a chance against such an army? The poor young dragons were disemboweled, their hearts ripped out, their scales plucked, and their bones torn off and carried away. It was a desperate massacre, and the victims were none other than the metal dragons, whom everyone considered the most invincible race!

Because Agred had sworn not to exterminate the Golden Dragon Clan, their territory was not wiped out. However, the Metal Dragons were still distant relatives, so even the Golden Dragons present were wailing in anguish.

All the dragons around Agreed roared in despair at the tragic scenes unfolding before them. Among them were their relatives, friends, and kin, but now they could only stand there and watch their loved ones die, unable to do anything.

Soon, all the metal dragon settlements in the scenes were completely wiped out. The undead, carrying the dragon materials and supplies they had collected, returned to Agreed's side through a portal under the guidance of necromancers.

The army of undead, still reeking of blood, sent chills down the spines of everyone present. The atmosphere suddenly plummeted to freezing point, and the terrifying, murderous aura made everyone afraid to utter a single word.

Agreed continued to shout, "Gentlemen, today is a memorable day. Today you will witness the birth of our nation's most elite and top-tier unit, the 'Ghost Dragons.' Celebrate! Celebrate the supreme power of our great empire!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the necromancers around him immediately understood and unleashed the super-level spell 'Rotting Death' that they had already finished chanting. All the controlled dragons aged extremely rapidly until they died completely in a very natural way after thirty seconds. After the dragons died, the undead soldiers who had just returned threw the dragon skeletons they had collected onto the dragon corpses.

Then, a strange black aura slowly appeared on Agred's body, enveloping all the corpses. In an instant, all the dead dragons seemed to come back to life and stand up again, but this time they were in the form of undead.

Nearly two hundred jet-black bone dragons, even larger than adult dragons, appeared before the crowd. These were the new advanced undead species, 'Ghost Dragons,' developed by Agred himself. They possessed all the special abilities of the undead and had enormous potential for growth. With the powerful enhancement of the dragon skeletons, given enough time to develop, each Ghost Dragon would undoubtedly become a god-level powerhouse.

All the envoys were speechless with shock at the horrific scenes unfolding before them. Some were even so terrified that they lost control of their blatant blatantness and collapsed into their chairs. They knew that they had just been blatantly mocking the people of this country in front of their very rulers. Even the dragon race had been slaughtered, let alone them. Now, all the envoys sat there on pins and needles, praying for divine protection.

This time, it seemed as if the gods had answered their call. A golden-white light flashed and dispelled the boundless dark clouds, revealing a long, winding, platinum-gold dragon phantom before everyone's eyes. Its entire body was covered in silver-white scales, which reflected a beautiful radiance even in the dim light. Its eyes, which should have been deep blue, were now azure, as if burning and proclaiming its rage.

The visitor was none other than Bahamut, the originator of the Metal Dragon Clan and the God of Benevolent Dragons!

As Bahamut appeared, a terrifying purifying light struck Agred and his retinue. At the same time, Bahamut roared, "You vile undead, how dare you plot against my creation! Be reduced to ashes! I will make you and all your minions atone for the sins of the dead!"

Seeing this, Agreed remained calm and chuckled wickedly, "You've finally appeared, great dragon god. I've been waiting for you to make your move. Otherwise, why do you think I've been standing here all this time?"