Chapter 345 The Amethyst Winged Lion King
The vast, boundless night sky, like a thick, dark velvet blanket, hangs low, enveloping the earth.
Under the guidance and protection of the dragons, the Iron Legion has crossed the blurred boundary line and boldly stepped into the vast territory belonging to the lion pride.
On the other side.
The pride of lions, composed of all sorts of ferocious and monstrous beasts and monsters, did not establish the strict sentry towers that human armies had in their vast territory.
However, this land is not undefended.
Countless lions, as agile as the wind and as swift as lightning, were given special missions.
Their mission is not to defend one place to the death, but to act as mobile sentinels, patrolling the outer edge of the territory.
As the shadow of an approaching enemy looms, these sentinels crane their necks toward the sky and unleash a deafening roar that pierces the night, signaling the impending danger to the entire pride's territory.
then.
In this vast wilderness and rolling mountains, which the lions consider their territory.
Shouts filled with fear or high alert rose and fell, spreading rapidly in circles from near to far, like surging waves, echoing endlessly in the silent night, breaking the stillness of the night.
Those lion pride members who were originally strolling leisurely or proudly surveying their own territory.
When they caught sight of the molten iron legion, which surged forth like a torrent, tearing through the night, their once invincible ferocity instantly crumbled.
They usually only dare to bare their sharp, white fangs from a relatively safe distance, and squeeze out a low, threatening yet fearful hiss from deep within their throats.
However, no matter what, they dared not actually get close to their target.
Especially when they noticed the dragon shadows circling under the low-hanging night sky, the fear from the depths of their blood instantly overwhelmed their territorial instincts and ferocity, and they dared not face the dragons' sharp edge directly.
The lions instinctively retreated, their growls tinged with obvious fear.
At this point, they were no longer as fierce and rampant as when they were actively attacking the Ironforge territory.
As the Iron Legion relentlessly advanced, the lion pride could only retreat step by step, helplessly.
The powerless pride of lions could only watch helplessly as the Ironclad Tribe's iron hooves trampled their territory, and could only let out low growls that sounded fierce but were actually cowardly.
For every inch the Iron Legion advanced, the pride of lions was forced to retreat an inch.
final.
As time passed slowly, the deep night was gradually replaced by a hazy halo.
However, the sun that was supposed to dispel the gloom did not arrive as expected.
The sky still presented an unsettling, somber gray hue.
Thick, dark clouds gathered from all directions, pressing low over the sky. The humidity in the air rose noticeably, carrying the scent of earth and withered grass, and a sticky feeling as if a mountain rain was about to fall.
A torrential rain is quietly brewing between heaven and earth, seemingly poised to pour down at any moment.
Climate change, and the boundary that has almost become part of the ice sheet, has also affected the Sel Wilderness, making the rainy season more frequent and longer than ever before in this land that was originally known for its dry heat.
Just then.
Beneath the dark and oppressive sky, in the distance, a valley that looked like a mountain cleaved in two by a giant axe of a god began to appear faintly on the horizon, revealing its general outline.
Echo Rift, the lion king's lair and territory.
The Iron Legion has a clear objective and is steadily advancing towards the rift valley, gradually approaching this natural and treacherous pass.
Soon after, the steep rock walls of the rift valley became increasingly clear.
Before the rift valley, on that relatively open alluvial plain, the scene was awe-inspiring.
Countless lions of various kinds and with fierce appearances were lined up densely as if being inspected, ready for battle.
They pawed at the ground restlessly, their low roars forming a suffocating ocean.
Faced with a massive enemy force that had already reached the doorstep, the previous scattered harassment guerrilla tactics had become meaningless.
Therefore, in order to fight against the advancing Iron Legion, the lion prides scattered throughout the territory were summoned by their leader and gathered in front of Echo Rift Valley to prepare for the final battle against the Iron Legion.
Right now.
The heavy panting of the ferocious beast and the sharp growls of the demon intertwined closely, like countless muffled thunderclaps rolling, brewing, and spreading deep within the earth! Forming a continuous and oppressive sonic wave.
roar--!
Suddenly, a tremendous roar, far more majestic and resounding than any previous roar, thundered out from the highest cliff of Echo Rift Valley.
It contained an invisible yet powerful pressure that swept across the entire pride of lions like mercury spilling onto the ground.
In an instant, the commotion, anxiety, and unease caused by the approaching enemy vanished almost simultaneously. The mental state of all the lions became stable and murderous at a visible speed, and their eyes regained their fierce light.
"Psionic power?"
Iron Dragon Sorog's pupils contracted slightly.
From that unique roar, he detected a power fluctuation that he recognized very well.
Psychic power.
Moreover, it seems to surpass him in terms of its level of refinement.
Red Iron Dragon's expression didn't change much; he simply lowered his eyes slightly, looking down at the source of the roar.
Under his gaze, a colossal lion figure, exuding immense pressure, slowly emerged from a giant eagle-beak-shaped rock at the highest point of the rift valley.
Its gaze was like two real lightning bolts, piercing sharply at the dragons in the sky.
Its size was beyond imagination, even larger than that of an ordinary young red dragon, and it exuded a strong magical and spiritual energy.
Its neck is covered in an exceptionally thick and magnificent mane, which swells and flourishes like an emperor's cloak.
But that wasn't real hair.
It was a ring of blazing, leaping purple flames, the purple mane flying and dancing as if it were alive, adding to the lion's imposing presence.
It has wings on both sides of its back, and its body is not just skin and fur, but also has many amethyst-like scales embedded in key areas.
Starting from its forehead, along its spine all the way to its tailbone, there are thumb-sized purple crystals that float a few inches away from its body, rising and falling slowly in rhythm with its breath and heartbeat, as if they were alive.
Most importantly.
Its gaze was deep and profound, without any obvious ferocity or savagery. Instead, it gave the impression of being an intelligent being, radiating a dazzling spiritual energy.
At this moment, the biological features and appearance of this [Amethyst Winged Lion King] were completely reflected in Garros's field of vision.
He twitched his nostrils slightly, and at the same time, he caught a whiff of an unusual dragon-like scent in the air.
"This lion king is a hybrid offspring born from the mating of an amethyst dragon with some powerful ferocious beasts or demons."
Galos stared at the Lion King on the cliff, lost in thought.
He quickly searched his own dragon heritage, but could not find any records of a biological species that could completely correspond to the lion king in front of him. However, if he took out the distinctive features of the lion king, he could find corresponding biological descriptions in the heritage.
"Amethyst Dragon Descendant. This is truly unexpected. I never imagined I would encounter such a powerful descendant of the Amethyst Dragon bloodline here."
A hint of surprise flashed across the eyes of the Iron Dragon Sorog beside him: "Could it be that a real Amethyst Dragon is lurking deep in the Ser Wilderness? I've never heard of such a thing before."
Amethyst Dragon, the crown jewel of the Gem Dragon race.
Five-colored dragons, metal dragons, and gem dragons are often mentioned together by mortals.
However, unlike the five-colored dragons and metallic dragons, which have many branches and are spread throughout the material world, gem dragons are extremely rare in the material world, with the vast majority inhabiting other exotic planes.
All gem dragons are natural-born psionicists, possessing a powerful talent for manipulating mind and psychic energy.
Amethyst Dragon, the undisputed leader among gem dragons.
Its status is roughly equivalent to that of the Red Dragon among the Five-Colored Dragons and the Gold Dragon among the Metal Dragons.
The iconic floating amethyst on the Lion King's body and the pure and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations are highly consistent with the characteristics of the amethyst dragon recorded in the Dragon Legacy.
Seeing the lion king's physical form and sensing its aura, the dragons could confirm its dragon lineage.
“Garos, the possibility of recruiting this dragonborn lion king into our tribe is much higher than we thought.”
Sorog looked at the red iron dragon beside him and whispered his judgment.
Galos nodded slightly, sharing the same thought.
Wild dragonborn are creatures with a rather contradictory inner world.
On the one hand, when they encounter pure-blooded dragons whose life level is weaker than their own.
In order to increase the concentration and purity of their dragon bloodline, the greedy instinct deep within their bloodline will be strongly stimulated, prompting them to have the terrible idea of killing dragons and devouring their flesh and blood essence.
On the other hand, when they face pure-blooded true dragons whose life level surpasses their own and whose power is enough to crush them.
The deep-rooted instinct in the bloodline of the dragonborn to follow the stronger true dragon will be activated again, generating an almost instinctive idea of 'recognizing their ancestors' and a strong impulse to seek protection and recognition.
"stop!"
The dragon issued a concise yet majestic command, and the steadily advancing Iron Legion halted in unison, standing at a distance to gaze at the array of countless lion beasts ahead.
The somber atmosphere instantly reached its peak.
A suffocating silence hung between the two armies, broken only by the mournful sound of the wind.
The red iron dragon slowly circled in the sky, while the amethyst lion king stood atop the rift valley.
Their gazes met in the air, and an invisible aura clashed fiercely between the two map masters, clashing against each other.
"A giant lion with dragon blood flowing through its veins."
Red Iron Dragon's deep voice, like rolling thunder, drowned out the wind and echoed across the battlefield: "Submit to my wings and pay the price of loyalty for your previous reckless provocation. In doing so, I will forgive you and grant you the honor of living under the protection of my dragon wings."
Upon hearing this, the Amethyst Winged Lion King took a step forward.
Its massive claws, covered in crystalline scales, rested on a protruding, sharp rock, as it gazed up at the red iron dragon circling in the sky.
It did not speak immediately, but instead let out a deep lion's roar containing spiritual energy.
When the roar reached Garus's ears, the meaning it contained was naturally understood.
【Soaring dragon in the sky, offer your loyalty, submit to my claws and purple flames! Swear allegiance to the roar of the lion pride, and I will generously forgive your offense and ignorance at this moment.】
This was almost a direct reversal of Galos's earlier words.
Clearly, this Amethyst Winged Lion King did not consider himself weaker than the coiling dragons before him.
Rather than simply submitting, it possesses the pride of a dragon and the wildness of a lion, and yearns to challenge the dragon's authority and prove who is the true king of this land.
While dragon descendants have the natural instinct to 'recognize their ancestors and return to their roots,' they also possess the instinct to 'prove themselves by killing their fathers.'
Despite being offended by the provocative response from the Amethyst Lion King, Galos did not become angry.
On the contrary, Hong Tielong's mouth curled up slightly, forming a somewhat ferocious yet joyful smile.
A simple, bloodless surrender and pledge of allegiance?
That would be far too boring and cheap.
Faced with a powerful, arrogant, and confident enemy, Garus prefers to conquer and crush him completely through the most direct and intense clash of scales and claws, through the battle of strength and flesh, and then bring him under his command.
The more arrogant, confident, and powerful the Lion King appeared at this moment, the more powerful he seemed.
When it is finally forced to lower its proud head and whimper in submission, the thrill and satisfaction that Galus gains from this conquest will be as intense and satisfying as the finest wine.
This is one of Galos's few hobbies.
"Very well, I will enjoy your defiant attitude to the fullest right now!"
The red iron dragon looked down at the earth and spoke to the amethyst lion king.
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly spread his enormous wings and issued a thunderous attack order to the Iron Legion below, which was waiting in full battle array.
(End of this chapter)
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