Chapter 352 : Alicia von crestvale (3)
Vrakkas had been appointed as the leader of the dragon legion assigned to conquer the human territory—a target that, for some reason, sat at the very top of Dragon King Zarvok's priority list.
His job wasn't to question.
Only to obey.
And this mission was his chance.
He had finally been chosen as the commander of the raid to crush the human empire.
The orders were simple:
Kill the king of the humans and bring back his head.
Enslave the remaining humans.
And most importantly, escort their so‑called hero back to the Dragon King with respect.
On paper, it should have been a simple campaign.
A stepping stone to climb in rank, a chance to earn a lower world of his own as a reward if he executed the mission flawlessly.
But now everything was falling apart before his eyes.
Because a single human girl was ripping through the dragon legion—creatures that had never lost a war until today.
For the first time in centuries, Vrakkas felt his body shaking as his gaze met a pair of sapphire‑green eyes.
"What the hell is she…" he muttered.
[ A few moments ago ]
Vrakkas's laughter had echoed across the battlefield as he drew a massive war hammer wreathed in solar flames.
"All units!" he roared. "Dragon‑kin forms! Tear those two women apart!"
Dragons shifted around him, bodies shrinking into humanoid figures with wings, claws, and burning eyes.
"I will burn you all to ashes!" Vrakkas shouted. His skin turned crimson, scorching heat rolling off him in waves as he charged forward, blazing like a falling sun.
Alicia moved.
Her figure blurred with incomprehensible speed.
She slipped past his first hammer strike so smoothly that Vrakkas's eyes went wide with shock. Before he could recover, her sword flashed.
Her first strike shattered the scales on his chest and sent his body flying for hundreds of meters. He crashed through the air, coughing blood.
The surrounding dragons lunged at her.
Her battle intent surged.
It wasn't just killing intent—it was a primal, savage force that shook the air itself.
Her hair elongated, flowing behind her in a snow‑white cascade, writhing as if alive, infused with the same wild power raging through her veins.
Her body strained, every cell doing everything it could to increase her power, as if preparing for some catastrophic release.
The ground quaked as her grip tightened around her sword's hilt.
For one heartbeat, the world paused.
Deafening silence.
Then she moved, uttering a single phrase.
"Transcendent Stride."
The same footwork Reynard had once taught her.
A streak of red burst forward, the ground beneath her exploding into shards of stone and dust.
Her speed was beyond anything human.
She became a crimson blur tearing through the sky like a raging beast.
The wind howled in her wake. In seconds, she reached the upper air, a white silhouette cutting across the sun.
Her glowing eyes locked onto the dragons still hammering the barrier.
Her bloodlust erupted.
It poured over the battlefield like a suffocating fog. Humans and dragons alike froze for a fraction of a second, their instincts screaming.
No hesitation.
No warning.
Alicia moved.
She vanished.
The dragons tried to react, wings beating frantically as they twisted and spun—but they were too slow. Sword slashes flashed through the sky faster than they could track.
Bodies split apart.
Wings were severed.
Heads tumbled.
Horrified screams filled the heavens as dragons were cut down in an instant, their corpses spiraling toward the ground.
The remaining dragons could only watch in disbelief.
Even Zara, fighting nearby, stared wide‑eyed. She had known Alicia was strong—but this level of slaughter was beyond anything she had imagined.
Blood started raining from the sky, marring the ground in crimson streaks.
The dragons that remained hesitated.
They were afraid to approach her now.
Then a furious roar tore across the battlefield.
"I've had enough!"
Vrakkas's voice boomed like thunder.
He expanded, body stretching and twisting as he took on his full dragon form—massive, crimson‑scaled, wings spanning like a burning storm cloud.
He inhaled deeply.
The air warped from the heat gathering in his throat.
Then he unleashed it.
A colossal beam of dragonfire shot toward the barrier, a torrent of molten light that burned everything in its path.
Alicia moved to intercept—but a cluster of dragons threw themselves at her, blocking her path. She cut them down instantly, but the breath attack was already racing toward the dome.
She couldn't reach it in time.
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Inside the barrier, Evelyn stood before the massive mana crystal, hands pressed against it, pouring divine energy and mana into its core.
Suddenly, a crack appeared along its surface.
Then another.
"No…" Evelyn whispered. "No, no—"
The crystal shattered.
It was one of the seven linked artifacts that sustained the barrier. If even one broke, the entire structure would fail.
And now, the one in front of her had just exploded into fragments of glowing dust.
Outside, the great dome of light trembled.
Then it collapsed.
The barrier protecting the human empire vanished, dissolving like mist.
Across the cities, people looked up in horror as the glowing shield that had been their last line of defense simply disappeared.
The dragons roared with joy.
Vrakkas's voice boomed from the sky. "Attack! Don't leave a single one who resists alive!"
He felt the ache of drained power in his body and clicked his tongue.
'That breath cost me almost half the energy I saved to fight that Alex human,' he thought. 'But it doesn't matter now.'
He looked down at Alicia, still floating in the air, streaked with blood and surrounded by corpses.
"It doesn't matter anymore," he said, voice low. "First, I'll kill that white‑haired woman."
Below, with the barrier gone, the true carnage began.
Dragons dove into the cities, breathing fire, smashing towers, ripping through streets and plazas. Buildings collapsed. Screams rose. Flames spread.
As the destruction began all over the country.
The sky turned red.
Seeing all of this Alicia's bloodlust increased even further as she started to loose control.
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