Chapter 367: Wings of Death
Following the roar, Westhead also looked over, and saw that outside the fleet, there was a group of thick shadows, attacking a floating city with roars and screams that tore through the sky.

Dragon.

Westhead lowered his eyelids slightly, and his superhuman dynamic vision captured the shadows of dragons passing through the floating city. Even though he was watching their outlines from afar, he couldn't help but be shocked by their grandeur. Their outstretched wings flapped slowly, like a wild wind blowing from ancient times, and the violent wind swept across the void.

These real dragons that have been away from the mortal world for a long time do not look like the big-winged lizard-like dragon beasts in the secret realm trial, or any other ferocious and huge beasts.

Rather, it is some kind of more ethereal and gorgeous existence, and its scales are also the tangible substance of the original elements, which may be as hazy as clouds, or smooth metal, or even manifold gas. If you look closely, it should be a very beautiful and magnificent picture.

However, in the eyes of the imperial people, this posture full of the beauty of life was not beautiful at all. On the contrary, it directly stimulated the hatred in their bones.

The floating city where the dragons are wreaking havoc looks like a huge city floating in the sky. The floating city of the Sky Kingdom is like the city in the lake of the Qianlu Royal Court. Both are the main settlements and mainstays of the kingdom. A large floating city may even be equivalent to the area of ​​a continent, which is very terrifying.

The defense facilities of this floating city were almost completely destroyed, and on the mountains of warehouses, real dragons were wreaking havoc.

Rocks, trees, and heavy vehicles made of fine steel and mithril were all blown up like toys. The huge dragon claws slapped down, and in an instant, the true red claw marks that made the daylight dim and tore through the ground like lightning.

"Have the dragons come here?"

Westhead frowned and looked at the Sky People beside him, feeling a little unbelievable.

We know that the dragon group is quite powerful, and going to war with the Sky Kingdom will cause the latter a headache. But after all, this is behind the Sky Curtain, and should be considered the core area. How can we allow the dragon group to cause chaos?
However, Jingmu looked even more surprised than him. He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, shook his head after a while, and said:
"Is this a logistics base? Why not? This is not surprising, Lord Qinghui. The first thing you see behind the sky curtain should be the welcoming fleet sent by the elders and the main garrison city, but now I'm afraid."

"I understand."

Westhead immediately nodded in understanding and sighed:
"This is a personal experience. Is it true that no place is immune to disaster?"

All I can say is this is [Time Collapse], listen to Chaos.jpg
The situation before him was clearly a moment of charm caused by the chaos of time, which switched the location of the Sky Fortress and a logistics base that was under attack.

"The Sky Kingdom has suffered so much, and it's only in this lifetime."

Westhead teased, and immediately opened the fleet's communication channel. Suddenly, dozens of projections appeared on the bridge.

He quickly explained the current situation, especially reflecting the severity of [Time Collapse]:
"So, when we first entered the Kingdom of the Sky, we were not welcomed, but faced a fierce battle."

"That's perfect! We're not here on vacation, are we?"

"Lord Qinghui, you will be the commander of this expeditionary force. Please give the orders now!"

Alexia's communication projection saluted slightly to Westhead, with a fanatical fighting spirit on her face.

As an imperial citizen, if you can resist falling in love for even a second when facing the dragon clan’s mortal enemy, you’d be a god.

"Relax, why are you so nervous?"

Westhead waved his hand: "Who do you think I am? Pull the boat over!"

So the floating fleet headed towards the floating city before it was fully assembled. In front of them were countless terrifying barrier spells and aerial fortresses. Between these fortresses, dense swarms of dragons like black clouds shuttled through.

"This is the hunting ground of the dragons. When they want to attack a certain location, they will directly block the area with a portable spell."

Although the people of the Empire have not seen a real dragon for thousands of years, the art of slaying dragons has been passed down from generation to generation. The people of the Empire are more familiar with the habits of dragons than the locals of the Sky Kingdom.

"You can protect your food? You can't keep it."

The ones rushing at the forefront of the fleet were naturally the warships of the Sky Kingdom that were leading the way. After discovering the approach of the advance fleet, a chaotic storm of dragons began to roar, but other sounds were faintly heard in the wind. It seemed to be the roar of some ferocious beast, and it seemed to be a cry of pain with panic - that was the howl of a dragon.

The group of dragons that destroyed the logistics base was a very large cluster. In addition to the dragon beasts that were like a dark cloud, there were dozens or even hundreds of real dragons surrounding the seven giant dragons.

Waves of terrifying dragon power emanated from the seven giant dragons in front of them. The oppression of the strongest hunter in ancient times was an aura that no other creature could imitate. The powerful aura of fear, accompanied by the breath from the top of the food chain from another world, swooped down, as if it could drown everything. All of this terrifying pressure was locked onto the warship, oppressing the movement of the ship like a mountain.

Six legendary dragons would be a terrifying lineup no matter where they are, and the remaining one is no longer just an ordinary legendary dragon.

However, the expeditionary fleet didn't care about that. What it responded to the dragon group was a salvo of macro cannons that tore through the air and sound, creating a series of sonic boom clouds and eclipsing all pressure and light.

"Boom boom boom——"

The Rune Macro Cannon was accelerated to the limit by the spell, and the other dragons only heard the sound after it hit the target. With a dull sound of flesh being pierced, a huge and deep hole suddenly appeared on the head of the dragon in front. Behind the broken dragon scales, blue blood mixed with gray brain matter continued to flow out of the black hole.

The dragon did not resist. It raised its giant claws in an attempt to block the attack, and the traces of the magic shield around its body being pierced were clearly visible. However, in the face of the light arrows specially used to kill giant beasts and the power of Westhead, all defenses were meaningless.

"Tas!"

The roar of death shook the surrounding floors. The powerful vitality of the dragon clan prevented the giant dragon named Tas from dying quickly. Even though his head was pierced, it was only a serious injury that was close to death. He still used his last bit of strength to release a dragon language spell.

Suddenly, the entire plate was shaking slightly, and endless cold air gathered into an icy light, like a blue and white arrow, carrying a momentum that was enough to freeze everything, and shot straight towards the fleet.

The spells of the other dragons were also prepared at this moment. Along with the angry dragon roars, all kinds of violent energy poured out, sweeping across the entire snowfield in an instant and drowning their sight.

Powerful spells such as ice, curse, binding, fire, poison, thunder, atmosphere, impact, corrosion, etc., supported by the dragon's abundant magic power, surged like an unstoppable wave. In the face of such power, even the barriers that had been reinforced countless times by spells were pierced through time and time again, forming deep and huge tunnels.

The Sky Kingdom's warships did not suffer much damage due to the existence of barriers such as the [Ceremony of Ascension], but the two warships on the expeditionary side were on the verge of collapse under the attack of dragon magic.

"I didn't gain an advantage by fighting first?"

Westhead was slightly dissatisfied when he saw this, but he remained silent, pretending to be an expert. More warships joined in the volley, one after another, until the several legendary dragons sitting in the center could no longer hold back and took the initiative to come forward.

"presumptuous!"

The roar was like thunder, shaking the atmosphere. The rolling rain clouds in the distance were instantly blown away by the violent sound waves, revealing a hole with a diameter of hundreds of meters. In the middle of this hole, a giant dragon whose body was obviously several times larger than the other flying dragons around it was flapping its wings and flying rapidly towards the direction of the flagship.

And Gu Long has arrived right in front of the warship.

This is an extremely strong black dragon, with complete and shiny scales with a faint purple light. There is a clear black light flowing on its wings, and there are obvious and extremely sharp dorsal thorns on its back.

Compared to it, the ordinary flying dragons around it are like the difference between a human toddler and an adult. Even a floating battleship is just a larger aerial toy to it.

It was surrounded by a cloud of black smoke. The black dragon looked down at the fleet with some fear, and an unfathomable look flowed in its amethyst-like eyes.

Westhead met his gaze and was sure that the other party was looking at him or someone around him. After all, the lineup of this expeditionary force seemed a little too luxurious, with countless legendary strongmen, which was scary to look at.

"You are not the fleet of the Sky Kingdom."

The pitch-black dragon slowly spoke, looking at the fleet in front of him, and said:
"Turn back now. Since we have already satisfied our hunting needs, we will not pursue you."

"Look back? Why are you pretending to be so high and mighty?"

Facing the little "goodwill" shown by Gu Long, Westhead smiled contemptuously and said to his left and right:
"Go on, kill them all."

All of a sudden, the rune arrays on the airship began to operate in full force, the two magic furnaces were refining energy at full capacity, and more macro cannon arrays were activated.

The Black Dragon flew into a rage upon seeing this. His so-called good intentions were trampled upon. He could not tolerate the dragon clan's violent temper!
"Too deceiving!"

Floating in front of the warship, the black dragon's body was surrounded by darkness so deep that not a single light could penetrate it. It was negative energy concentrated to the extreme. Even in the deepest star abyss, it was rare to find such a dense concentration of negative energy.

Every time the darkness surged, the black clouds that gradually spread around became thicker. The overly powerful force even attracted thunder in the atmosphere. The moment the dark clouds reached a certain limit, lightning and thunder appeared in the sky. Purple lightning snakes meandered in the sky above the black dragon, releasing terrifying power.

"I am the direct descendant of the God Ancestor, [Wings of Death]! Since you have rejected my mercy, I will listen to the silence of your extinction!"

Dragon thunder roared down and engulfed the floating battleship in extreme light and heat.

Then the dragons under his command changed direction and began to rush towards the fleet, and a great battle broke out.

"It is the Dragon God's bloodline"

Seeing the pitch-black dragon charging forward like a madman, Leixia frowned slightly and said to Westhead:

"Just let me do it."

Westhead interrupted, "No, since it is the Dragon God's blood, then his dragon thunder will have the same restraining effect on you. It is not necessary with [Scorching Wings] that time, so... I will do it."

He originally wanted to let the fleet play freely, but seeing that [Wings of Death] was so arrogant, he had to establish his prestige in front of the expeditionary force. It was a good opportunity to experiment with the first battle after being promoted to demigod.

Lord Qinghui was itching to fight.

"Squeak!"

Just as the pitch-black ancient dragon was wreaking havoc in the fleet, a sound of steel clashing came from the smoke. The black smoke that originally covered the hull was suddenly covered by thicker and more violent waves. A shadow shining with red lightning cut through the darkness, making the previous clanging sound.

Along with the extremely violent fluctuations of magical power, the thick black fog and thunder that covered the sky were completely cleared away.

However, Westhead's charged attack did not work, as the speed of [Wings of Death]'s evasion was far beyond imagination.

"Have you been on guard against me?"

Without saying a second word, Westhead just sneered disdainfully, and then his figure disappeared in an instant.

Powerful force exploded under his feet. The sky beneath his feet seemed like a flat ground where he could exert force, without any constraints of gravity. He growled, clenched the shadow in his right hand, and swept towards the abdomen of [Wings of Death].

Compared to the giant dragons, Lord Qinghui's body is only the size of a palm, but his strength is no less than that of these behemoths.

Wherever Yingsheng passed, the ink-like negative energy mist was directly broken, and the strong shock wave hit the black dragon like a giant hammer of wind before the sword actually arrived. The surging negative energy mist around the black dragon was split into two cleanly, and its body began to shake violently.

But it was just mist. The mist was dispersed, and the huge figure of [Wings of Death] disappeared at some point. And accompanied by the exclamations of the observers inside the warship, the black dragon appeared silently behind Lord Qinghui.

In front of the black dragon, there was an energy ball that seemed to be formed by the gathering of shadows, with pure negative energy thunder leaping out of it. Tiny flashes of lightning flashed rapidly around the energy ball, like a magic circle composed of thunder.

It was obvious that he had just used several powerful spells in succession without any fluctuation to conceal his figure, and then instantly teleported behind Westhead and released a fatal blow.

If it weren't for its size, this black dragon could have become a terrifying assassin.

"You are the commander of this fleet? How could such a powerful being like you appear among the ants?"

[Wings of Death] looked at Westhead's figure with cautious yet greedy eyes.

(End of this chapter)