Chapter 842: Vrasha And Mireya Appeared
A heavy silence hung over the battlefield as the arrows remained suspended midair, refusing to fall or advance. It was as if time itself had frozen them in place.
The Ogres quickly realized that not a single arrow had struck their shields. Confusion spread as they tried to comprehend why thousands of arrows, which had been raining down only moments ago, had suddenly stopped.
"What’s going on? Why haven’t the arrows reached us yet?" one Ogre muttered nervously, peeking past his shield. His face went pale the instant his eyes caught the sight.
"W-What in the world is this?! The arrows—they’re frozen in the air! How is this possible?!" he shouted, his voice cracking in disbelief, his wide eyes reflecting pure shock.
The other Ogres, unsettled by his reaction, lowered their shields to see for themselves.
And when their eyes turned skyward, each one of them wore the same expression—stunned, wide-eyed, dumbfounded disbelief.
"W-What the hell am I looking at?!" Malgar growled, rubbing his eyes as though to banish an illusion. But no matter how hard he blinked, the vision remained real.
All around, Ogres stumbled backward, unable to accept what they were witnessing. The phenomenon defied logic, mysterious and incomprehensible.
Even the warriors of the Dragon Blood Tribe were struck dumb, left speechless as they stared at the impossible scene of arrows frozen in midair.
"C-Can anyone explain what’s happening here?! Why in the hell are the arrows frozen like that?!" Kaelrath bellowed, his rage mounting, his fists clenched and teeth grinding in frustration.
"M-My Lord... this is the first time we’ve ever seen something like this. I have no understanding of it whatsoever," one of the Dragon Army commanders admitted, his face pale with both shock and confusion.
"What?! Even you?! A genius mage, unable to comprehend this phenomenon?!" Kaelrath roared, his disbelief twisting into fury, as if the very ground beneath his feet had crumbled away.
And then, before anyone could recover, the earth shook violently as something colossal crashed down onto Crimsonfang Peak with devastating force.
BOOOOMMMM!!
The impact was so violent that a massive crater formed, smoke billowing into the sky. A devastating shockwave ripped through the battlefield, tearing down nearby trees and hurling both Ogres and Dragon Blood Tribe warriors off their feet.
Only Kaelrath and Malgar managed to hold their ground, though both were forced back several steps by the sheer force of the blast. Their eyes fixed on the source of the destruction.
From within the smoke, a figure emerged—tall, commanding, and wielding a colossal sword. The sight of the female warrior stepping out of the crater left everyone stunned.
"Well, well, well... it seems the war began without me. How unfortunate," Vrasha muttered, a wide smirk curving her lips as she strode forward with effortless confidence.
’Vrasha... did she just fall from the sky?! How is that even possible?!’ Malgar’s mind reeled in disbelief, yet the moment he recognized her face, a twisted smile spread across his own.
"Ah, Vrasha! You’ve finally come! I thought you’d forgotten about the war—too busy enjoying nights with your mate," Malgar laughed, his excitement evident as his eyes gleamed at her bold arrival.
"I may be late," Vrasha replied with a proud grin, "but I’ll be the one to end this battle."
Her gaze then shifted upward, locking on Kaelrath, who stood atop Crimsonfang Peak with his massive sword in hand, smiling down at her with arrogance.
"Kaelrath! Your time is over! Soon, you’ll be on your knees—begging me to spare your life!" Vrasha declared, gripping her sword tightly as her grin widened with confidence.
"Ahahaha!" Kaelrath’s booming laughter echoed across the battlefield. His wicked grin deepened as he barked, "Do you even realize where you stand, Vrasha? You’re on my territory! The land of the Dragon Blood Tribe!"
He then turned sharply to his soldiers, his expression hardening. After a moment of tense silence, he uttered just two words—
"Kill them..."
The command fell like a death sentence. At once, thousands of bowstrings snapped as countless arrows were loosed toward the Ogres.
Swish! Swish! The arrows screamed through the air, filling the sky like a black storm, descending at terrifying speed toward their targets.
But just as they were about to strike, the impossible occurred again—every single arrow froze in place, suspended midair as though seized by an unseen hand, leaving the entire battlefield in stunned confusion once more.
Suddenly, a stunning woman descended gracefully from the sky, her figure hovering effortlessly as though she were walking on air. A faint smile curved her lips.
"Not so fast, Kaelrath. Not while I’m here..." Mireya said, her smile widening as her gaze locked on Kaelrath, who stood high upon the cliff.
The moment Kaelrath recognized her, his expression twisted. Rage surged through him like a raging tsunami, his burning eyes radiating such hatred it felt as though his fury could set the world ablaze.
"MIREYA!!" he roared, his voice shaking the battlefield. "You dare show your face before me after what you did?! I’LL SKIN YOU ALIVE AND CRUSH YOUR PRIDE IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!" His grip tightened viciously on his massive sword, veins bulging with fury.
"Wyvern Riders! Burn that bitch alive!!" Kaelrath bellowed, pointing his blade at Mireya, his killing intent spilling into the air like a storm.
"ROAR!!" The Wyverns responded with deafening cries as they surged toward her, wings slicing the air, jaws agape, flames gathering in their throats.
Meanwhile, Yuan turned calmly toward Xi Meili, his lips curving into a faint smile as he gave her a small nod. Xi Meili instantly understood. She returned the smile and nodded softly in acknowledgment.
"I command you all... to die," Xi Meili whispered, her voice low yet absolute as she unleashed the power of her bloodline.
Instantly, the Wyverns’ eyes bulged in terror. Their wings flailed, their throats convulsed—they could no longer control their own bodies. Their wills had been stripped away.
As though possessed, every Wyvern turned its head downward, jaws widening as flames erupted—not at their enemies, but at themselves.
"W-What’s happening to our Wyverns?! They’re going mad!!" a Dragon Rider shouted in panic, tugging desperately at his mount.
But it was too late. One by one, the Wyverns ignited, their massive forms consumed by their own blazing breath, their screams drowned in fire.
The Dragon Riders leapt desperately from their mounts in an attempt to survive. Yet from such a great height, their bodies slammed into the earth with devastating force, leaving them broken and gravely injured.
Mireya smirked at Kaelrath, her expression dripping with mockery, as if she were shaming him before all. His mighty Wyverns had burned themselves to death under Xi Meili’s power, and Kaelrath had been powerless to stop it.
The pride of the Dragon Blood Tribe lay in ashes, and now only their ground forces remained, ripe for slaughter.
The Ogres erupted into cheers at the sight. Malgar raised his massive weapon high, a savage grin spreading across his face.
"Brothers! The time has come to wipe out the Dragon Blood Tribe once and for all! Leave none alive!" Malgar bellowed, his roar shaking the battlefield. With a mighty leap, he hurled himself into the sky, gripping his axe in both hands.
His strike came crashing down like a thunderbolt, cleaving through more than five Dragon Warriors at once, slicing them apart from shoulder to waist in a spray of blood.
The Ogres howled as they surged forward, their bloodlust ignited, clashing violently against the Dragon Blood Tribe. The warriors of Crimsonfang Peak met them head-on, their own fury blazing as steel and flesh collided.
Arrows filled the air from both sides, blotting out the sun as bodies collapsed in waves. Blood stained the earth as casualties mounted, though the Dragon Blood Tribe bore the heavier losses.
The Ogres’ massive Dragon Destroyer Ballista unleashed devastating bolts, each one impaling multiple Dragon Warriors at once, cutting down groups of soldiers with every strike.
With a roar of her own, Vrasha charged toward Kaelrath, her massive sword cutting the air as she closed the distance in the blink of an eye.
Kaelrath’s eyes widened in shock—she appeared before him faster than he could process. Instinctively, he raised his weapon to block, bracing himself against her overwhelming power.
Even Malgar was stunned. His eyes struggled to follow her movements, unable to keep up with her speed. It was as if Vrasha had grown several times stronger than before.
’H-How in the hell did she become so powerful so quickly?! What in the world is that human mate of hers feeding her?!’ Malgar’s mind screamed in disbelief, leaving him momentarily frozen as he stared at Vrasha, dumbfounded.
Meanwhile, Kaelrath struggled desperately to withstand Vrasha’s relentless onslaught. Each clash of her blade sent violent tremors up his arms, and his legendary sword—passed down through countless generations—was beginning to chip away under the pressure.
His eyes widened in disbelief as cracks formed along the once-indestructible blade. With every strike Vrasha delivered, the weapon that had never failed him before splintered further, her attacks growing heavier and more devastating.
’H-How is this possible?! My legendary sword... breaking against hers?! Unthinkable! This shouldn’t be happening!!’ Kaelrath’s mind screamed, panic gnawing at his composure.
Vrasha suddenly drew upon her Qi, channeling it into her colossal blade. The weapon ignited in a blazing red glow, radiant light pouring from it as power surged like fire made manifest.
"Let’s see you defend against this..." Vrasha said with a smug grin, her voice dripping with confidence as she swung her glowing sword down upon him with crushing force.