Ashen Dragon

"Damn humans! How dare you deceive me? Didn't you say they were our allies?!"

The Ancient Green Dragon was in utter wrath, its visage fierce, as a foul, bloody breath surged towards Logan.

In the eyes of these proud five-colored dragons, these cultists were never allies, merely lowly slaves — and slaves who deceive their masters are not worth keeping.

Logan turned pale, his legs shaking, throat convulsing as he swallowed hard: "They... betrayed Her Majesty the Dragon Queen! Anselm, rest assured, I will make them pay!"

He promised with all his might, raising the Dragonhead Scepter, its pupils emitting a chilling light that instantly spread, extending hundreds of meters outward.

At that moment, all humanoid creatures and Dragon Blood Monsters present stopped dead, as if a pause button had been pressed.

They panted heavily, their bodies trembling, hairs standing on end, as before them appeared a shadow that seemed to block the sky, though indistinct and shrouded in mist, its five colors and heads terrifying — it was Tiamat.

"That, that is..."

"The mighty, noble His Majesty Tiamat!"

Instantly, all cultists knelt, fervent expressions on their faces, while soldiers under Duke Franz clutched their heads in agony or rolled on the ground.

Yet those beings from the spatial vortex gazed bewildered at the scene, equally stunned, even Bipedal Wyverns plummeted from the skies.

Logan soared into the sky on thick black mist, overlooking all beneath, shouting with all his strength: "Traitors! Your veins run with Her Majesty the Dragon Queen's noble blood, how could you consort with these lowly humans!"

"Betrayal! A blatant betrayal! You foolishly abandoned your bloodline, shell, and even your soul!"

The Cult Leader spread his arms, roaring with heart-wrenching fury, causing waves of black ripples: "Submit to me, return to the Dragon Worship Church, the great and merciful Dragon Queen will forgive your sins, save your souls!"

Instantly, the Half-Dragons and Bipedal Wyverns from the space vortex had flickering eyes, their pupils alternating between gold and black, bodies writhing, twitching, the veins under scales tense as if two personas were clashing within. T*his@ te!x@t% was a#c*qui+red- f&r-o#m# M#V#LE-M!P-Y#R..

"What the heck is this! A mass control skill?"

Mantou tightened the reins, striving for balance, yet still stumbled, falling from midair, a warning appeared before him.

[Due to the trait of the Dragon Vein Creature, you are affected by the Shadow of Tiamat, undergoing a will check.]

[If the will check fails, you will enter the Dragon Servant state, controlled by the Dragon Worship Church for a time.]

Mantou's vision darkened: "I refuse to be brainwashed or corrupted!"

Watching the players fall uncontrollably, Logan's face twisted into a sneer: "This is the power of Her Majesty the Dragon Queen! You Red Dragon Bloodline fools dare defy her — it's pure madness!"

But at that moment, a powerful scarlet light burst from a distant stone monument, with terrifying pressure radiating from the center, spreading thousands of meters, a commanding roar echoed in the sky.

"Roar—"

Logan's face changed dramatically, failing to stabilize against the pressure, his legs buckled, kneeling forward.

"This is..."

He slowly lifted his head, throat convulsing, face ashen, as his lizard-like narrow pupils suddenly shrunk into slits.

Above Green Valley Town, a shadow loomed — a massive, fully scarlet-scaled giant dragon, gazing down with disdain and contempt in its pale golden eyes.

"Impossible... that's... Dragon Prince."

After that roar, everyone in the Green Valley Town camp immediately awakened, and all players snapped out of their daze.

"Praise Cassius!"

Mantou shook his head, patted the neck of the Bipedal Wyvern, Noodle immediately understood, flapping his wings, almost vertically climbing to a hundred meters high.

He gazed down, spotting Logan kneeling in fear from afar and excitedly licked his lips: "That mass control was his doing, right... This guy's a big villain!"

"Noodle, let's charge, and claim this scalp!"

Mantou unsheathed his spear, clamping it under his arm, then steered the Bipedal Wyvern to dive from high above, riding the wind directly towards that Cult Leader.

Meanwhile, Mighty Heavenly Dragon also targeted the Cult Leader, stomping the ground with a loud crack, dust rising, as the Eight-armed Monk soared into the air.

From farther away, Singo readied his longbow, nocking a shimmering arrow, its sharp tip glimmering with chilling radiance.

"Roar—"

A Dragon's Roar resounded through the sky as Mantou charged with the Bipedal Wyvern, the spear slicing through the air, aiming at Logan's head.

"Foul dragon demon, prepare to meet your end!"

Along with an intense shout, Mighty Heavenly Dragon transformed into a large afterimage, swiftly appearing in front of Logan, fist wrapped in ferocious wind heading towards his chest like a meteor from heaven.

The air exploded, screeched, and a lightning-enwrapped arrow from afar curved beautifully, heading for Logan's head.