Chapter 368 Eight Storms
It is normal to be cautious, but why be greedy?
Westhead thought about it for a moment and then understood.

This is coveting one's own ditch.

Lord Qinghui already had great charm to begin with, and now as [Qinghui manifests in the world] he has begun to climb to the highest divine realm, his charm is even more extreme. Dragons are inherently lustful, and the dragon clan cannot bear it at all when they see this, and they wish to humiliate him severely on the spot.

Even though Westhead had fully revealed his demigod aura, the Wings of Death still pulled that thing out.

Damn it, he's already on the battlefield and he's still thinking about this stuff, he's really going to die!
Westhead was furious. It wasn't that he was offended by the dragon clan coveting his ditch. There were more than a million people in the mortal world who had unsightly thoughts about Qinghui Gong. Although those vulgar legends of selling ditch faded a lot due to the continuous expansion of his achievements, more crazy literature had emerged.

What really angered him was that the Wings of Death would actually look at him as if he were a trophy. This was a disrespect for his power! Do you think you can defeat me?
“Heh, that being said, your eyes don’t show the proper attitude towards the strong, you rude beast. I heard that the dragon clan respects the strong, is this how you respect them?!”

Westhead sneered.

“Roar, is that so? Perhaps, but the strong must show their desires. Otherwise, what’s the difference between the strong and the weak?!”

The Wings of Death reluctantly withdrew its greedy gaze and channeled magic on its dragon claws once again.

Westhead agreed with this statement, but this did not conflict with his dissatisfaction with the Wings of Death. Lord Qinghui took a deep breath and chopped out the Shadow Life that had been accumulating power in his left hand for a long time.

The shadows of the blue thunder and the red light vibrated rapidly, making a shrill sound that was louder than the thunder. The harsh sound waves even caused the surrounding space to vibrate violently.

Lines of true red spread in all directions. These waves composed of fierce divinity and magic power were like real sword winds, which brought about an endless storm and counterattacked towards the black dragon.

Although there is some difference in size, there is no difference in the pure energy used to swing the blade. The huge body of the dragon, which is dozens or hundreds of meters long, gives them powerful physical strength and magic power accumulation, but it also makes it impossible for the dragon to dodge the overwhelming air blade attack.

Westhead could ignore the spell of Wings of Death, but the ancient dragon did not want to be hurt, so it had to cancel the spell it was preparing and then fly backwards quickly to keep some distance.

But how could Westhead let it pull away so easily?

Thunder exploded, and a circle of white gas appeared in the air. Before the sound appeared, the warrior's figure disappeared and came in front of [Wings of Death] again.

Cut down with a sword.

"Shoot-"

With a satisfying tearing sensation, the [Shadow Life] held in Westhead's hands had already split open the large scales on the black dragon's chest, and the burning dragon blood splashed into the sky.

"Ow—"

The black dragon howled in pain and roared at Westhead:

"Human! Do you want to fight me to the death?!"

Westhead laughed wildly:
"Huh? Aren't we enemies right now? Since you dare to attack me, you must be ready to kill or be killed!"

He continued to dig the blade into the Deathwing's extremely solid scales:
"So, let's fight! I'm going to chop you into pieces bit by bit!!"

Westhead could see every line on the other's body. This legendary dragon with the blood of the Dragon God had countless scars on its body, which were well hidden by its black scales.

At this moment, the black dragon's amethyst-like dragon eyes were staring at the tiny figure on its chest, and it uttered strange syllables.

"!!"

Feeling the sudden fluctuation of magic power, Westhead couldn't help but turn his head to take a look.

"boom--"

In the sky covered with dark clouds, a dark red star suddenly appeared, and the star quickly expanded and then exploded. Hundreds of flying dragons and fighter planes were turned into ashes by the aftermath of the star explosion. The remaining shock wave dispersed the clouds within a few kilometers. The turbulent air currents formed several temporary tornadoes, and countless low wails of fear and anger echoed in the atmosphere.

The black ancient dragon turned into a stream of light without hesitation and flew rapidly towards the distance. It dived into the thick clouds neatly and quickly disappeared between the aerial fortresses.

Westhead, who was suspended in the air and had only time to slash out this sword, had not yet followed up with other attacks. He stared wide-eyed at the [Shadow Life] in his hand. There was still a red light remaining on the blade of Shadow Life, releasing terrifying shockwaves.

He was immediately angry because of the stop:

"Running so fast? No, how can you run?!"

Westhead's newly-awakened fighting spirit was crushed by the Wings of Death. This situation did not occur when he was fighting against the Scorching Wings. They all valued dignity more than life and were willing to fight to the death!
Leixia came over from behind, took a look and said:

"Perhaps, this is the special feature of the Dragon God's bloodline. The instincts in the bloodline can be overcome."

"That's true."

Westhead also nodded in understanding. The blood of the Dragon God is a little different. If it really follows instinct, then there is no way that Resia would be so restrained. She would have been even more demanding than Myvana.

The back of Deathwing ran out of sight, and Westhead, feeling uncomfortable, could only swing his sword at the weaker ones. The number of dragon legions left behind by Deathwing was extremely astonishing.

The fearless dragon beasts didn't care that their fellow beasts around them were being devoured by flames without leaving any trace. They flapped their wings and chased the warships sailing in the sky. However, the expeditionary force's warships were by no means sand castles swallowed by the waves.

A large number of dragon beasts that pounced on the floating battleship were blocked by layers of hexagonal magic shields. The extremely solid refined gold structure could even withstand the breath of a real dragon, let alone ordinary physical attacks.

At the same time, the rune cannons on both sides of the floating battleship were firing continuously, forming an extremely tight firepower network, shooting down all the flying dragons that got too close. The charged magic cannons could even open a bloody path in the dragon beast group.

But it was just a stalemate. There were too many dragon beasts released from the Sky Fortress. These hybrid flying dragons with thin dragon blood were the cheapest cannon fodder in the Dragon Kingdom. No one knew how many legendary true dragons had been created in the breeding pool of the Sky Fortress.

The legendary warriors in the fleet also took action one after another. However, facing the dark cloud-like swarm of dragons, it seemed too long to completely eliminate them. What was worse was that the swarm of dragons seemed endless and continued to pour in from the sky.

Just as Westhead turned back, wondering how long this encounter would last and how many casualties it would bring to the expedition fleet, a strange and huge wave of magical power came from afar.

“Lord Qinghui!!”

Jingmu, wearing the Sky Mech, flew over and said to Westhead:
"I have contacted the elders. They have opened up a path to this side and are in the process of making the jump!"

As if to confirm Jingmu's good news, the magical fluctuations sensed by Westhead tore a crack in the distance.

The expanding crack then became a portal for surging magical power, and fleets from the Sky Kingdom entered one after another.

Every inch of these warships, which are more gorgeous and exquisite than those created by the elves, seems to be a work of art, engraved with holy carvings and patterns. The magical sails are gracefully spread, filling the dark sky with light while chanting timeless hymns.

One warship after another was escorted by fighter planes and sky mechas, and various palace-like floating platforms moved forward along with the huge warships. The most eye-catching thing was the extremely large giant divine weapon.

The giant, hundreds of meters tall, had chaotic wings of light that formed a curtain behind it, covering thousands of small fighter planes.

The armor of the Giant God Soldier is full of holy silver and dazzling golden light, like a pile of steel wings, mighty and majestic. The giant sword or spear it holds is exaggeratedly over a hundred meters long. Even if the energy and power contained in the runes on it are not counted, the solid material made of precious alloys is enough to destroy cities and mountains.

Westhead is not trying to praise one over the other. In comparison, the [God-riding Colossus] of the Kingdom of Eternal Mist is indeed not even worthy of carrying his shoes.

When the reinforcements from the Sky Kingdom appeared, they did not directly join the battle. Instead, after observing the battlefield, they began to prepare something on the spot.

"That's [Eight Storms]!"

Jingmu immediately shouted upon seeing this: "Please keep the fleet away from the battlefield!"

[Eight Storms]. Westhead was startled at first, then he immediately ordered the fleet to retreat, and personally took action to kill all the dragons that were harassing the expedition fleet.

He knew this spell, a wide-area legendary spell from the Kingdom of the Sky. In short, it was an anti-air special attack.

The long and leisurely chanting sound was like the ringing of a huge bell, and the chanting sound came in waves.

[Calling upon a storm of thunder, skyfire, and radiant light]

[Things that control the sky will eventually turn to dust, why do you think you are so high and mighty? ]

[Call, this is the punishment from the sky]

Then, the clouds in the sky began to gather at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the elements between heaven and earth seemed to be frozen in this instant.

Whether it was scorching heat or cold current, the magic power of chaos began to rage, foreshadowing the coming of a storm.

"Rumble--"

The gathering dark clouds condensed and distorted the violent chaotic magic power, and accompanied by rumbling thunder, it began to rain from the sky.

Then, countless thunders as thick as buckets raged like winding flying snakes, followed by more indestructible wind blades.

[Eight Winds and Rainstorm] was only a beginning. The dragon beasts that covered the sky and clouds began to scatter blood crazily and fall from the sky. However, this was far from the end.

After the raging thunder and storm, there is even more heavyweight output.

Along with the fluctuation of stagnant space, the dark clouds began to reveal blazing red flames.

A moment later, surging flames hit the sky like waves and rushed towards the cluster of dragon beasts. These strong and deadly weapons of war were no different from mortals under the power of natural disasters. The moment they were swallowed by the flames, their bodies, which were as hard as steel, would be melted into slag.

The sky fire circled and rushed in the air, constantly sweeping up the flying dragons and beasts. The entire sky was engulfed by the surging waves of fire, illuminating the area below with incomparable brightness.

Even the legendary real dragon was in a miserable state under the [Eight Winds and Storm]. It staggered in the storm and was torn to pieces. In short, no existence could remain unscathed within the range of the spell, and would at least be skinned alive if not killed.

After the storm composed of thunder and skyfire crushed, chopped and dropped thousands of flying dragons, the aftermath continued to transmit to the distant horizon, and even the entire sky was filled with falling fragments of skyfire, making it look like a doomsday scene.

“Handsome.”

Westhead couldn't help but exclaim in admiration when he saw such a scene. Although it was not difficult to wipe out all the enemies with his current extraordinary martial power, to kill so many enemies quickly, efficiently and economically, he still had to rely on a professional killing machine.

After [Eight Storms] ended, the Kingdom of the Sky and the expedition fleet set out at the same time in tacit understanding to clean up the surviving remnants of the dragon group. The legendary dragon that represented invincibility and despair on earth was kicked to death like a stray dog ​​in the sky.

Many imperial people in the fleet were not only surprised that this was the battlefield in the sky, but also that the intensity of the confrontation was too high.

"Take a count of casualties and do whatever post-battle processing is necessary, but I don't need to say more about that."

Westhead gave a calm order to the fleet, his main attention still focused on the Sky Kingdom fleet that came to support.

A moment later, several sky mechas came flying over. The leader took off his adaptive helmet, revealing a delicate and pretty face, which was 80% similar to Jingmu.

"Jingxiao!"

Jingmu recognized her sister, who nodded slightly to Westhead:

"Lord Qinghui, please come with me. The elders are waiting for you."

Westhead raised his eyebrows and said to the people around him:

"Then go and have a look."

So, under the guidance of the Sky Mecha, the group came to the flagship deck of the Sky Fleet. On this vast warship, the Sky People were lined up to greet them.

"Elder!"

Jingmu walked forward quickly, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and saluted the person in front.

However, the leader of the Sky People, whom he called the elder, was not as glamorous as his compatriots around him. Westhead couldn't help but complain after taking a look at him.

No, why are you still canned?
This "elder" of the Sky Clan was actually an old man. No, he probably didn't even look like a human. His translucent crimson nutrient chamber was surging with misty liquid, and his entire body was blurred. Only a pale mask wearing a respirator was clearly visible.

It is normal to say that he will die suddenly in the next second.

The elder's voice through the machine was unnatural and sounded flat, but Westhead sensed hope and urgency from it.

"Jingmu, is this the Lord's chosen one?"

"I am!"

Before Jingmu could speak, Westhead took the initiative to claim his identity.

Since he has decided to pretend to be the chosen one of God, being timid is not Qinghui's style.

Besides, as long as I regard the [Lord of Extinction] as the [Lord of the Sky], it will not be considered as impersonation. The two are one and the same. The simple devil and god are both incomplete evening prayers. Anyway, I have a clear conscience!
(End of this chapter)