Lord Game: I Have 100 Million Talents

Chapter 415 - 98: Global Shock! The Strongest Player in History! Bar None

The moment the Sky Fleet appeared, everyone—from the worldly Eagle Country players who had weathered countless battles, to the Otherworld Native Creatures fighting alongside the coalition—was struck dumb, their hearts instantly filled with despair.

They knew with utter certainty that this battle was already lost.

Even if these Ancient Giant Dragons lacked the terrifying power of the five Divine Gift Ancient Giant Dragons from before and couldn’t launch devastating bombardments on the ground from 500 meters high, their status as "higher beings" was more than enough to crush everything.

With horrifying health bars in the hundreds of thousands, they were like mobile steel fortresses. Even if the Eagle Country player coalition attacked with all their might, it would be a drop in the bucket. They couldn’t inflict any substantial damage and would instead be easily annihilated by the Ancient Giant Dragons.

What was even more despairing was that every Ancient Giant Dragon was flanked by countless Royal Dragon Cavalry.

They rode Winged Dragon Beasts, wore Enchanted Light Armor, and wielded highly penetrating Dragon Breath Long Spears. They weaved nimbly between the dragons, able to both pin down surprise attacks from the Eagle Country player coalition and strike precisely at the enemy army’s weak points, providing cover for the Ancient Giant Dragons.

This combination of "steel behemoths and elite Dragon Riders" was like an unshakable, divine might, causing all will to resist in the Eagle Country player coalition to instantly crumble.

The Eagle Country players’ faces were ashen. Their hands, gripping their weapons, trembled uncontrollably, and many dropped their weapons to the ground.

The Native Creatures from the Otherworld were even more terrified, collapsing in fear. Some even turned and fled, letting out panicked shrieks.

Their once-orderly formation completely broke. Cries and the sounds of escape mingled together. Gone was the high-spirited vigor they had when encircling the Ratmen; all that remained was the Fear of death and a sense of powerlessness.

"Sky Fleet!"

"Attack!"

Kuge stood upon the back of his Winged Dragon Beast, his Dragon-Embossed Long Spear thrusting violently toward the ground. His cold command, infused with a dragon’s might, echoed across the sky.

Before his words had faded, hundreds of thousands of Ancient Giant Dragons beat their wings in unison, climbing to an altitude of 500 meters. They hovered over the coalition army like black clouds pressing down on a city.

The next second, countless blasts of searing Dragon Breath erupted. Crimson flames, azure frost, and black shadows intertwined into a torrent of destruction, raining down like bombs from a squadron of bombers.

The moment the Dragon Breath hit the ground, the explosions were deafening. Flames engulfed the Heavy Armor Cavalry formations, frost froze the fleeing soldiers in their tracks, and shadows corroded the Knights’ armor and Life Force.

The Eagle Country player coalition’s soldiers fell in droves. Screams rose and fell one after another as the once-dense battle lines were torn open with countless gaps. Bodies and remains were reduced to charcoal in the Dragon Breath, turning the scene into a hell on earth.

At the same time, the Royal Dragon Cavalry, riding their Winged Dragon Beasts, shot toward the Holy Light Warhawks in the sky like arrows loosed from a bow.

A faint golden halo surrounded them; the "Divine Gift: Passive Evasion" effect was fully activated. A terrifying 80% Dodge rate rendered the Holy Light Warhawks’ attacks useless. Most of the Holy Light Arrows fired by the Holy Knights on the ground, and the Energy Beams released by the Holy Mages, merely grazed the Royal Dragon Cavalry’s Heavy Armor or the wings of their Winged Dragon Beasts, failing to even touch the hems of their clothes.

In contrast, the Royal Dragon Cavalry wielded their Dragon Breath Long Spears, locking onto their targets with precision. The tips of their spears whistled through the air as they stabbed at the wings and vital points of the Holy Light Warhawks.

Backed by their high Dodge rate, they weaved nimbly through the Holy Light Warhawk formation. At times they would sidestep to dodge an attack, at others they would dive to launch a surprise assault. Every attack they made brought down a Holy Light Warhawk.

The Holy Mages still mounted on the backs of the Holy Light Warhawks were both shocked and furious, but they couldn’t lock onto the mobile Dragon Riders and could only defend passively in a panic.

In just a few moments, the sky was filled with the falling corpses of Holy Light Warhawks. Their sorrowful cries mingled with the sounds of explosions. The once-mighty air support force was being annihilated one by one, like fragile paper kites, under the overwhelming power of the Divine Gift Royal Dragon Cavalry.

On the ground, the Eagle Country player Commander watched as his soldiers fell in droves, his eyes turning blood-red.

He violently drew his Holy Knight Sword, and a dazzling Holy Light erupted from his body as he roared, trying to organize a counterattack:

"Hold the line!"

"Shield Array!"

"Holy Mages, use your shields to block the Dragon Breath with all your might!"

But he was only halfway through his roar when a crimson stream of Dragon Breath, as thick as a water bucket, descended from the sky and struck his position with pinpoint accuracy.

A blinding flash of fire instantly consumed his figure. The Holy Light disintegrated in the intense heat of the Dragon Breath. A shrill scream was drowned out by the explosion, and the Eagle Country player Commander, along with his mount, was turned into a charred husk, not even bones remaining.

This scene completely shattered the last vestiges of the Eagle Country coalition’s will to resist. The soldiers who were Native Creatures no longer had any heart to fight. They could only think of scattering and fleeing, but they could not escape the coverage of the Dragon Breath or the pursuit of the Dragon Cavalry, and could only become targets for slaughter in their despair.

On the battlefield, the Divine Chosen Soldiers, who were 100% loyal to the Eagle Country players, did not retreat. Drenched in blood, their armor shattered, they still gripped their weapons tightly. Relying on their last shred of conviction, they formed small battle formations, attempting to withstand the onslaught of the Ancient Dragon Race.

But this persistence, in the face of a destructive torrent composed of hundreds of thousands of Ancient Giant Dragons, was ultimately as futile as a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Their Ranged Attacks struck the Giant Dragons’ thick scales, producing nothing more than a few sparks. They couldn’t even scratch them.

But with a casual flap of their wings or a single blast of Dragon Breath, the Ancient Giant Dragons could swallow an entire small battle formation whole.