I'm Really Not the Demon God's Lackey
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Legend of the Great Sage
Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
I, The Dragon Overlord
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Give Me Another Smile (GL)
Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit
Zhan Long
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3390: Disciple of a Sovereign
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 41: The Daoist Nun Who Came From Afar
Give Me Another Smile (GL)
Chapter 95 - You Like Me Too, Don't You?
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 55: The Pick Up Artist
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 03 Chapter 028: Electromagnetic Energy Ability Obtained
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 444 - New Eternal Night
Legend of the Asura
Chapter 270: The fate of provoking Asura
Give Me Another Smile (GL)
Chapter 94 - Staying Over Temporarily?
Underworld Player
Chapter 33 - Easy-Peasy
Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit
Chapter 413 - Affairs of Huang Li Island
Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit
Chapter 412 - Violet Eestern Fire
Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit
Chapter 411 - A Deal
Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit
Chapter 410 - Confusion
Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit
Chapter 409
I'm Really Not the Demon God's Lackey
Chapter 378: Perfect Ending
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 40: Upheaval
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3389: Great Completion of Sword Immortal (Two)
Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End
Chapter 561: Evaluation
As a mage, especially one who had reached the level of arch-mage, Marches certainly possessed knowledge on the various ranks of dragons.
This was a race favored by the gods and born to look down on everything else.
In comparison to dragons, most species were short-lived. Dragon lifespans ran into the thousands of years, and they did not need gruelling training to improve their powers. Simply ageing would be enough, and by adulthood, their strengths would likely be scraping at the legendary rank. Furthermore their titanic frames and lethal anatomy meant that even true-blue legendary rank powerhouses would hesitate to take one on. They would have to pay a hefty price even if they fought and won.
Like the elves the dragon population was low and so each dragon in the race was treated with great importance. If anyone really dared to kill a dragon, they would very shortly be torn to shreds by hordes of their victim’s brethren. So-called “dragon-slayers” were largely fictional characters in San Soliel; personalities who could only exist in the tales and songs of bards and minstrels. Unless the dragon had gone overboard with its actions, no legendary rank powerhouse would dare fight a dragon
But dragons possessed a fatal weakness as well: their fecundity. No one had ever actually counted, but the members of the dragon race on the main continent could not have exceed a few thousand in number. Save for their lengthy lifespans and overwhelming strength, they would be bound for extinction.
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Dragons were also lazy. Asides from eating, they didn’t bother with training themselves, and indeed few even knew how to do so. Only the few dragon geniuses would possess that kind of knowledge.
If it were only a mature dragon, or even one of the elderly ones, Marches would not have nearly pissed his pants. Abir, after all, was still one of the strongest legendary rank warriors that the Theocracy could send out. And even if he couldn’t slay it, he could stand against it for a time at least.
“This isn’t any ordinary dragon, but a primordial one! One that should have gone extinct ages ago. Why?! Why is it here?! Shouldn’t they all have fallen with the Dragon God?!”
Marches grimaced. None looked down on him for his terror as the other mages’ reactions were even more pronounced. After seeing the golden dragon, some of them collapsed, paralyzed on the ground. And a few even lost control of their bladder.
These mages all joined the war to gain military merit, and this was their first expedition. Facing such a horrifying enemy, their immediate reactions paled in comparison to the soldiers. Though the latter were struck by deep fear, they retained some composure and remained on their feet.
The dragon, with its gigantic form of over 300 meters and wings that seemed to cover the skies; with its head that awakened a primal fear in all spectators, and a shadow that blotted out any optimism the army initially had, could not fail to strike any person cold with terror.
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