Monsters Are Coming

Chapter 1464: Chapter 378: My Potential Surpasses Your Imagination

Black Domain Continent, Ashen Soil Canyon.

The great war had ended. Shadow-black mist slowly dispersed over the charred earth, and wind mixed with deathly breath howled through the canyon, sweeping up a groundful of fine bone dust.

The piles of Devouring Clan corpses that once rose like mountains had all vanished without a trace.

The slain Devouring Clan warriors had been converted into the player’s sacrificial power and evolution points, and the Devouring Clan remains left from the battles with the Dragon Wing Clan had also been taken away when the Player Corps withdrew.

Those with value were put up in bulk on the Trading House, while those with no apparent use for now were offered to the Sacrificial Emperor.

In this battle, the three United Battle Groups that crossed over from other worlds reaped a bountiful harvest.

Besides the loot dropped from kills, they also obtained a huge amount of spoils of war.

Weapons, Equipment, war tools, and so on.

The battlefield after the war was a complete ruin, crisscrossed with ravines of varying depth, cracks crawling over the ground like earthworms.

The cliffs on both sides of the canyon had been shorn away half their height by Energy shockwaves, their exposed strata scorched pitch-black.

The stone bridge erected by the Dragon Wing Clan across the canyon had already collapsed and shattered; its broken span jutted diagonally into the turbid bloodwater, its deck covered in cracks and scars left by Shadow Energy Corrosion.

Beyond the canyon, in the line of sight, lay the direction of Dragon Court City.

The city wall that had once used Dragon Scale as shield and Dragon Crystal as its foundation now bared a hideous wound.

On the eastern side, the wall had been torn open into a gap nearly a hundred meters wide; shattered Dragon Scales were mixed with the fresh blood of Dragon Wing Warriors, scattered across the open ground outside the city.

On the gate tower, the Dragon Flag had only half a charred flagpole left, leaning askew out of the ruins, swaying and keening under the lash of the wind.

Most of the buildings inside the city near the wall had collapsed, Crystal Stone Tiles ground to powder; in several places, unextinguished Dragon Breath flames were still licking at broken walls and ruined eaves.

The rising black smoke merged with the storm clouds gathering overhead, shrouding the whole city in a smothering pall of gray gloom.

Every so often, a wounded member of the Dragon Wing Clan would emerge from the ruins, dragging a broken wing, staggering toward the inner city.

At the edge of the central impact crater of the battlefield, the Elemental Energy released by the Yama Dharma gradually dissipated.

At the bottom of the pit, there still remained clods of earth compressed to an extreme degree; the searing heat leaking out made even the passing wind carry a scalding temperature.

In this war, aside from the players who took part, there was no victor.

Ruined walls, shattered weapons, a leveled canyon, the remains of Dragon Wing Clan warriors... every trace proclaimed the ferocity of this great battle.

The few surviving members of the Dragon Wing Clan stood outside the city wall, silently forming ranks.

Fresh blood still stained their Scale Armor, not yet dry, yet their backs were straight as spears.

The Dragon Descendant cradled an armful of broken Dragon Scales and bones, walking slowly across the Shattering earth, Ji Chen following behind it.

What it held in its claws were the remains of the Great Dragon Lord.

The skull had been smashed into three pieces, the left wing bones broken into several segments, even the hardest Reversed Scale fractured into a spiderweb of cracks; only the golden embers lingering in the eye sockets still carried a faint echo of its former majesty.

The Dragon Descendant came to the breach in the city wall, where the foundation stones had been eaten into honeycomb hollows by Shadow Energy Corrosion.

It lowered its head, a restrained growl squeezing out from its throat.

Then it slowly lifted its foreclaws, raising the remains above its head.

Golden Dragon Breath spilled from between its fangs, flame wrapping the broken bones and Scale Armor.

The process lasted for a long time. Bone and flesh turned into flowing golden liquid, which dripped from the Dragon Descendant’s claw-tips into the holes in the foundation stones, filling in every fracture.

The Scale Armor unfurled under the Dragon Breath, turning into translucent thin plates which, buoyed by Telekinesis, layered one over another to cover the ruptured cross-section of the breach, their edges seamlessly fusing with the surviving wall.

The core fragments of the Reversed Scale were gently lifted on the tip of the Dragon Descendant’s claw and inlaid into the very center of the gap.

It lowered its head, pressing its forehead to that piece of scale, channeling Dragon Breath Power from its body through its brow into it, letting the cracks on the scale slowly knit, until at last it bloomed with dazzling luster.

"With your bones, we forge the wall of the clan."

The Dragon Descendant’s voice was low and heavy, echoing over the ruins:

"Hereafter, when the wind comes, you shall be the barrier; when the enemy arrives, you shall be the battle cry."

The last drop of golden liquid seeped into the foundation stone, and the Dragon Descendant slowly withdrew its claw-tip.

Where the breach had once been, a new stretch of wall had bulged up; golden-red bone slurry had congealed into a solid wall, translucent Scale Armor flowing with Liu Guang under the sunlight, while the Reversed Scale at the center was like an eye, quietly gazing into the distance.

This was the "Wall Fusion Ceremony" passed down through the Dragon Wing Clan to this day, a resting place far weightier than any tombstone.

To the Dragon Wing Clan, flesh and blood will rot, names will fade, only by merging with the land they guard can they truly become Eternal.

Clansmen who die in battle become the sinew and bone of the wall, continuing their guardianship in another form.

Their Scale Armor will let out a battle cry in the wind, reminding their descendants never to forget the honor of their forebears.

Their bone and blood will seep into brick and stone, letting the wall grow ever more tenacious in the passage of years, becoming the firmest backing of the clan.

Just as the records of history say, the first King to enter the Monster World turned his own body into the first foundation stone of Dragon Court City; ever since, with every baptism of war, the walls have absorbed the Strength of those who fell in battle, becoming ever more unshakable.

Now that the Great Dragon Lord’s remains had merged into the breach, it was not only mending a wound, but also injecting the achievements of its lifetime into the wall, letting this barrier be fused with the will of the previous generation of King, to withstand the storms yet to come.

For the surviving Dragon Wing Clan, this newly built wall face was also a totem of their history.

Whenever clansmen passed this place, they would be able to feel the lingering War Intent of their forebears, and recall this Chapter of war.

Those who died in battle have never truly departed; they have only become a part of the city wall.

This is the survival philosophy of the Dragon Wing Clan.

Pain is never deliberately recorded; it is smelted into the Armor with which they march forward.