Chapter 423 - Chapter 423: Chapter 401 The Beginning of Unification (2/2)

“In the internal war of more than a decade, enough people have already died.”

So what? Darren looked at Aldrich with surprise, not expecting him to be fonder of mercy than he had imagined, and, spreading his hands, said:

“Respected Lord Aldrich, some intimidation is a necessary means. You must believe that my killing now is to avoid many killings in the future.”

“Then I hope I do not have to participate in this battle.” Aldrich finally gave up persuading, but he did not plan to take the field himself.

“Agreed.”

The Fischer family made considerable concessions for Aldrich. Almost every suggestion and request from Aldrich were earnestly considered and compromised by Darren.

Because the Romann family was willing to give the greatest fruits of the civil war to the Fischer family, promising not to grab benefits but to agree that the Fischer family, who controlled Peggy, would divide the spoils of victory.

In fact, Aldrich’s “modest” behavior had filled the Romann family with resentment, some even wishing to backstab the Fischer family at the final stage and enjoy the complete fruits of victory alone.

However, his attitude was very rarely firm, suppressing many people’s thoughts within the family, ensuring the Romann family would not threaten the Fischer family in the slightest.

Therefore, within the Fischer family, the goodwill towards the Romann family had reached a very high level.

So, except for Aldrich and Chris, the four Monarch powerful experts present led the vast army to attack Rus City, belonging to the “Flaming Blood Proud Dragon” family.

Unprecedented disaster quietly descended upon this city. The people saw in the sky two huge fire dragons, as if breaking free from ancient myths, their scales flashing ominous crimson and dark gold, drawing two fiery trajectories across the skies, intertwining in a heart-pounding spectacle.

One was Darren, who had transformed into a fire dragon, and the other was the son of Marquis Vlad, who had also inherited the “Burning Dragon” power of Bloodline. However, he was only a low-level Monarch in terms of strength, so both his size and power were clearly much weaker.

Darren’s body was so massive it almost obscured half the sky, wings spreading like dark clouds covering the sun, each flap accompanied by a deafening roar and a gale that swept everything away. His eyes burned with unquenchable fury, and his mouth spewed flames hot enough to melt gold and scorch stone, turning buildings to ash in his path.

The streets twisted and deformed under his raging fury, as if the whole world trembled in his anger.

The son of Marquis Vlad was by no means insignificant, with thicker scales and broader wings, flying as if to swallow all the surrounding light. His roar was deep and forceful enough to shake the heart.

The two fire dragons circled and chased each other above the city. Every clash was accompanied by deafening explosions and earth-shaking tremors.

They tore at each other with their claws and struck buildings with their bodies. Flames intertwining with flames painted an apocalyptic scene; the city’s inhabitants were terrified, screaming and wailing as they fled the land of death, plunging the entire city into chaos and despair.

Suddenly, the size of Darren’s transformation into a fire dragon surged, becoming even larger than before, and not only his body swelled up, but at the same time, the ominous aura of a demon and bloodthirsty eyes suddenly made the other side fearful.

“No! I surrender!”

Seeing this, Marquis Vlad’s son was greatly shaken, watching another member of his family die, and witnessing his city gradually crumbling to ruin, the principles he had held deep inside finally could not stand firm, and he couldn’t help but shout out loud.

“I am willing to submit! Ahhhhh!”

Darren suddenly extended his claws, piercing through the barrier of fire, tightly grasping the fire dragon’s thick neck as sturdy as a column, and fiercely bit down on its throat, tearing with all his might.

The fire dragon struggled desperately, flames and roars intertwining, but it could not escape the shackles.

A heart-stopping crack split the sky, as if the entire world stood still at that moment.

“Whoosh!”

The fire dragon’s neck was actually torn apart, blood gushing out like a fountain, not the usual red but mixed with the fiery and enraged blood, drawing dazzling and cruel arcs in the air, eventually turning into a rain of blood that sprinkled lavishly upon the earth.

They scorched every inch of the land, the air around seemed to freeze with this sudden turn of events, leaving only the increasingly faint wails of the fire dragon and the trembling of people caused by their fear.