January 2024

“Your Highness?” Cinna kneeled on the ground, observing the frosty Dustin with mixed feelings. Cinna felt joy at the sight of Dustin but also carried a profound sense of guilt. When the Black Dragon Army ambushed Cinna, he realized the dire state of the Dragon Guard. As anticipated, a retaliatory scheme ensued, resulting in the destruction […]

Adam subtly motioned toward the front, prompting Dustin to direct his gaze in that direction. Before them emerged the Black Dragon Army, a formidable force of tens of thousands, fully armed and clad in black armor. Each soldier wielded a menacing longsword, exuding an overwhelming sense of power and intimidation even from a distance. This

Reagan was dead, and the Dragon Guard’s base lay in ruins. The entire organization had been eradicated, leaving only the scattered remnants with minimal threat potential. Despite this, Dustin remained vigilant, having issued pre-emptive orders. Anyone linked to the Dragon Guard was now on his wanted list. Surrendering offered an opportunity for leniency, while resistance meant facing

After the collision, Reagan was propelled more than ten yards backward, coughing out blood. His entire arm was shattered, causing the Inferno Fury Spear to be hurled away, ultimately leaving him sprawled on the ground, struggling to breathe. “Are you alright, Your Highness?” Albert quickly advanced, assisting the trembling Dustin. “I’m fine .” Dustin sensed

“Reagan, your actions have brought disaster upon the nation. The gravity of your offenses demands immediate capture. “Failure to comply will result in your execution without leniency!” Grace declared sternly, her tone authoritative. At that instant, she clutched a gold badge representing imperial authority. She and Dustin had left Oakvale to deal with the remnants

Reagan’s eyes glowed with intensity, bloodshot and aflame with defiance. “Nonsense! If they aren’t from the Dragon Guard, are they from your West Lucozia castle?” he bellowed. “Yes, they’re under my command,” Dustin admitted bluntly. He went on, “While you were busy ambushing us, my forces had infiltrated, capturing your base. Now, this place belongs

“Almost there! Just a little further!” Fueled by survival instincts, Reagan sprinted desperately ahead, leaving a trail of blood and vomit. There was no indication of him slowing down. In a frenzied sprint, he eventually glimpsed the towering walls of the base. He understood that once he passed those walls, safety awaited him. The base

The Deicide Venom, ranked as the most lethal among the top ten toxins, was deemed insurmountable within the realm of terrestrial immortals. Simply put, aside from Arion of Sacred Wrym Summit, no one in the world was resilient enough to withstand this venom’s effect. Hence, Reagan’s demise was inevitable, making it imperative to avoid hasty

The Deicide Venom, a projectile with a range of ten feet, was almost a sure hit when launched unexpectedly. So, when Julius produced the projectile from behind and executed a surprise attack, the poisoned needle, carrying the Deicide Venom, effortlessly pierced Reagan’s body. “Finally got it done.” Julius let out a long breath as if

The Ironfist Statue and Albert held their imposing stance, both exerting immense pressure on Reagan. In the colossal shadow of the Ironfist Statue, Reagan appeared minuscule- like an ant, seemingly vulnerable to a gentle touch that could effortlessly crush him. “Sevenbane!” As Albert launched his attack, Dustin swiftly sprang into action. His eyes were filled with