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Chapter 37: A Punch That Shatters Dragon Scales

Loud cries echoed one after another as the griffins, with their sharp teeth and claws, stirred up a bloodbath. The griffin knights, wielding their blades, traced flashes of steel through the sky, making the once arrogant dragon horde shrink in despair.

Meanwhile, a powerful extraordinary aura stirred ominously. First came flickers of flames, then sparks, culminating in a massive crimson magic formation that enveloped the entire dragon pack from above.

If the griffin knights were the finest light cavalry, then the red sorcerers were the best artillery.

With the griffin knights leading the charge to provide coordinates, the red sorcerers launched their long-range strikes from the rear. It was a simple yet deadly combination.

No one expected such a terrifying mage to explode out of nowhere.

A dense swarm of flying dragons was engulfed by flames, forcing them to flee forward, right into the blades of the griffin knights waiting for them.

Under the light of swords, exploding flames, and the decaying remains of the fallen dragons raining down, the crimson griffin descended, with the red-haired princess proudly standing in the blood-and-fire-stained sky.

When her magnificent figure, akin to blazing flames, came into view, no soldier could refrain from cheering.

“Your Highness!”

“It’s the princess come to save us!”

“Long live the kingdom, long live your Highness!”

The reinforcements led by the princess rekindled the flickering hope that had once been extinguished.

The fortress’ defending soldiers erupted with a will stronger than even their fervor in facing death, re-entering the battlefield, coordinating with the mages and griffin knights to force the dragons back.

Seeing that familiar figure, now imbued with an unfamiliar determination, Naz couldn’t help but laugh heartily, overjoyed: “You asked me what she could do? Well, you see it now!”

Frostclaw’s face turned ashen with rage.

With a piercing glare, the dragon shot up, nearly ready to rip that arrogant prince to shreds.

However, just as it was about to take that step forward, an invisible pressure slammed into its soul like a heavy hammer, rendering it completely immobile.

And that pressure came from the human standing before it—none other than the black-haired knight who dared to injure it.

“Could you not interfere with my lady’s grand entrance?”

The griffin landed gracefully, and Roy spun his sword with a leisurely grin: “Villains should have the self-awareness of villains. Interrupting the leading role’s entrance will only make your death look more pathetic.”

“Arrogant insect! Just a sneak attack landing a hit; do you really think you can defeat me?!”

Frostclaw roared, icy winds swirling once more.

The chilly extraordinary pressure blasted apart the magic formation, pushing back the griffin knight. Any mortal facing this force would feel frozen in place.

The pure-blood dragon loomed like a towering mountain, blocking the knights’ counterattack.

Roy remained unfazed, his expression steady, but his gaze sharpened.

Other attributes could prove troublesome, but with the ability 【Avoid Cold】 in play and both being Sequence 5, this level of cold was less threatening than Xue Nuo—totally insignificant.

“Is this all you’ve got? Are you trying to blow cold air at me?”

“Overconfident insect, seeking death!”

Dragon claws glistened, sword raised high.

But just then, a soft voice cut through the chaos.

“Wait.”

Snowflakes fell, turning to steam in the flames.

The formerly frigid air instantly warmed, transforming into a searing heatwave.

The red-haired princess leaped past Roy, charging straight ahead.

“Leave this guy to me.”

“No need for you to intervene; I can handle it. Besides…”

Nobility didn’t need to risk themselves; as a sworn knight, Roy couldn’t ignore that.

“I believe in you.” Charlotte turned her head and smiled slightly.

Then, glancing back at the towering dragon, her expression suddenly darkened: “But right now, I’m really pissed off.”

Just one glance.

The broken fortress, the suffering populace, the fallen soldiers, the wounded kin; despite having mentally prepared for it, the sight of her homeland plunged into chaos shook Charlotte to her core.

Now wasn’t the time to wallow in sorrow, leaving only rage that felt like it might burst her heart.

“Can I act a little recklessly? Because I really can’t hold back from teaching these lizards a lesson.”

Looking at her tightly clenched fists and the heat that could distort the air, Roy could only chuckle bitterly.

Well then.

Protecting the princess’s safety was certainly the knight’s code, but sometimes a gentleman also had to indulge a girl’s feelings.

“Go ahead. I’ll cover you, but if there’s real danger, I’ll step in and kill that thing.”

“Thanks for your trouble.”

Charlotte nodded slightly.

On the other side, Frostclaw was about to explode with rage, reaching a breaking point.

Left out of the conversation, being discussed casually about who would handle the fight, as if it were merely a puppet for the princess to vent her frustrations; when had Frostclaw ever suffered such humiliation?!

An unprecedented dragon roar erupted, shaking even the solid walls.

“You really think you can defeat me? A backup plan? There’s a limit to your arrogance! You are merely ants—my dragon kin’s servants and food! Get ready to face the storm, ants!”

The Frost Dragon charged, cold as an impending icy storm, an unstoppable comet, striking with bone-chilling ferocity.

However, a glimmer of dark gold flashed in one of the young boy’s eyes.

The heavy pressure bore down again, freezing Frostclaw’s movements once more.

In the duel of mid-tier extraordinary beings, just one instant of distraction could decide the outcome.

The red-haired princess threw a punch, like a volcano that had built up for too long finally erupting. The radiant scarlet light and rolling flames blinded everyone present; this terrifying blow shattered the cold wind and pierced through the dragon scales, like an unstoppable fiery thread, straight through Frostclaw’s body.

Blood, dragon scales, and searing magma mixed and rained down like a grand firework of blood and flames.

At this moment, the knights stood in shock, the flying dragons’ eyes widened, all petrified by this horrifying blow.

And the question troubling Roy all this time finally received an answer.

So Charlotte really could break dragon scales…

Looking at the dragon carcass torn open and embedded in the fortress wall, Roy couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

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The dragon race retreated.

With their leader dead, the dragons lost all will to fight. Especially after witnessing Charlotte’s strike, an attack beyond what any ordinary Sequence 6 could unleash, no other flying dragon dared to seek death.

After Roy and the others received the intel from the southern fortress and immediately rushed over for support, they had left behind the slower logistics army.

Not until the following night did the mages, priests, and supply troops finally arrive.

The refugees inside the fortress broke into tears of joy, while the soldiers shouted in excitement.

Food, weapons, medical supplies. The reinforcements brought everything they needed. It wasn’t a complete safety net, but at least it alleviated their immediate crisis.

Most importantly, the arrival of reinforcements meant that the kingdom hadn’t given up on them, and there was still hope in the war; for the kingdom’s people, that was the most precious morale boost.

Once the fortress finally settled down, Naz finally had time to host a feast to celebrate.

 

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