Lord of Caldera - Chapter 208

Chapter 208: Chapter 208

Before he could finish, the sound of frantic shouting interrupted them.

“My lord! Two more dragons have arrived!”

Sylas and his retainers bolted from the tent, looking out toward the horizon. Indeed, two more dragons had descended from the skies, joining the others.

“Unbelievable,” Sylas muttered.

As if their numbers alone weren’t troubling enough, these new dragons looked different, each exuding a dangerous aura.

The blue-scaled dragon loomed over the battlefield, its scales glinting like sapphires in the light, and it was nearly twice the size of any other dragon present. While one of the newcomers was only slightly larger than the others, the massive blue-scaled beast commanded immediate attention.

Toby muttered in disbelief, “What in the world are those things?”

“Mutants,” Sylas replied curtly.

“Mutants?”

“Yeah, freakishly strong ones,” Sylas explained, recalling the last time he’d faced such a beast—a powerful hydra mutation. He remembered that even that mighty hydra had struggled against these blue-scaled dragons. A realization dawned on him as he pieced together the puzzle in his mind. So that’s why these dragons were fighting among themselves. They were driven out by these monsters.

The blue dragons had likely pushed their kin out, forcing them into conflict over territory. Sylas’s skin tingled as he looked at the massive creatures before him, each radiating a power unlike any ordinary dragon. With a firm shout, he issued his command: “Everyone, prepare for battle!”

The timing was almost chillingly perfect. The moment Sylas’s voice rang out, a massive roar erupted from one of the blue-scaled dragons, marking the start of the battle.

The largest blue dragon rose into the sky, its jaws open as it prepared to unleash its fiery breath.

“Fire! It’s going to breathe fire!” a soldier yelled.

The dragon drew in a powerful breath, its mouth filling with blue flames. Sylas sprang into action, launching himself forward with a swift, powerful leap.

“Not today!”

With a single, precise strike, Sylas’s sword cut through the air, sending a shockwave that grazed the dragon’s throat. The beast shrieked in pain, momentarily ceasing its attack as it stumbled back to the ground.

The soldiers, heartened by this small victory, erupted into cheers. “He wounded it! Long live Sir Sylas!”

Yet Sylas’s expression remained grim as he assessed the situation. That thing is tougher than I expected. He had aimed to decapitate the dragon with a single strike, but his blade had only managed to graze the beast’s tough hide, leaving a shallow cut.

I could take it down if I put all my strength into it, he thought. But I’d be too exhausted to keep fighting afterward. He knew that preserving his strength would be critical for the battles yet to come. Turning, he glanced back at the others. For now, I’ll have to rely on them.

Behind him stood Toby, Rey, Ragnar, and Bjorn. With their combined strength, they would be able to contain the other dragons with minimal losses.

The injured blue-scaled dragon turned its fierce gaze upon Sylas, a mixture of rage and grief in its eyes.

“It seems I’ve upset you. Are you angry because I killed your offspring or because I hurt you?” Sylas taunted.

The dragon let out another ear-splitting roar in response, filled with fury.

“Ah, I didn’t mean to pry,” Sylas chuckled, squaring his stance, feeling the primal urge rising within him.

Kill the dragon, his blood seemed to whisper, the ancient instincts pushing him toward battle. Holding his sword ready, he smirked and muttered, “All right, then. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

With that, the descendant of the dragonslayer and the era’s mightiest dragon clashed in a titanic duel.

Watching Sylas charge toward the largest dragon without a hint of hesitation, Ragnar gritted his teeth, feeling a pang of resentment. Even with his own extraordinary strength, Ragnar felt like he was watching Sylas soar ever higher, further and further from his reach. It was as if Sylas were walking among the clouds, unreachable.

Ragnar chose his own target, locking onto the second-largest dragon, likely the mate of the massive blue-scaled beast. “I’ll take this one!” he declared, ignoring the startled call of Rogain behind him.

The female dragon lashed out with her tail as Ragnar approached, the force of the blow strong enough to shatter bone. But Ragnar stood his ground, taking the impact head-on, barely flinching.

“You’ll have to do better than that!” he shouted, swinging his axe in retaliation and catching the dragon off guard. It screeched in confusion as he deflected its tail, clearly surprised by his resilience. Ragnar pushed forward, striking harder, his challenge to the dragon reverberating across the battlefield.

With Sylas and Ragnar occupying the two largest dragons, only two smaller dragons remained.

“I’ll take the one on the left!” Toby called out.

“And I’ll handle the one on the right,” Rey responded.

The two knights moved with practiced efficiency, each targeting one of the remaining dragons. Their sudden, aggressive charge forced the dragons to pull back, preventing them from regrouping with their kin.

The sight of four dragons clashing with four formidable warriors—a scene right out of myth—left the gathered soldiers in awe.

“It’s like watching legends come to life,” someone whispered, capturing the collective awe of the soldiers. It was a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle, a scene that would be remembered by all who saw it.

But their admiration was interrupted by a harsh reality.

A low, menacing growl rumbled nearby.

“Damn it! There’s still one more left!”

Four heroes stood against four dragons, but the fifth dragon was now facing down the remaining forces—ordinary soldiers and knights who hadn’t yet seen such intense combat.

Cold sweat trickled down their backs as they realized what they were up against. An actual fire-breathing dragon? Without someone strong enough to face it head-on, we’re doomed.

As the soldiers wavered, backing away from the massive beast, a commanding voice broke through their fear.

“Get a grip and ready your weapons!”

The soldiers turned toward the sound, and there, standing at the forefront, was Bjorn Belldyne, one of the contenders for the northern throne.