Chapter 992 White Color

Osvald took a deep breath, completely filling his lungs with air and bringing his massive fists down. He used them like a hammer, whose weight was enough to destroy anything.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

At the same moment, an energy beam emerged from the point of impact, in the form of a pillar heading upwards. The hill was totally destroyed, there was nothing left of the trees or boulders, only dust, and small shards.

"NO!!!" The dragons exclaimed as the energy from Osvald's blow came crashing down on them, trying to channel their uncontrollable power.

'Hah, Osvald may not be the smartest man, he's a long way from Marlis's level, but he can easily come up with a suitable plan during battle.' Wain said inwardly as a smirk appeared on his face.

His fighting style was not the same as Nicole's or Osvald's, as he preferred to use physical strength and energy equally as well as using skills. However, he liked the very fact that Osvald was unleashing all his power to win.

"No way... How is that possible..." The woman with the wind attribute muttered as she looked around. She appeared to be the only one who could withstand Osvald's attack, though he wasn't hitting them, but the ground.

"Oh, looks like I finally found a worthy opponent!" Osvald exclaimed happily with his eyes wide open, but the smile quickly disappeared from his face, "Damn... Fate sure doesn't love me..."

The woman who could withstand Osvald's blow was seriously injured. Her wings were torn in many places, her scales were broken, and blood was leaking from the corners of her mouth that she didn't even notice.

"Pfff, well, that means I'll have to be bored again. Whatever, I'm used to it by now." Osvald shrugged as he jumped forward.

Crackle.

Without delay, his fist slammed into her face, breaking it with ease and throwing her hundreds of feet back.

"Done. I thought that the Dragons who were going to help the Arkans in their battle against the Nameless King must be much stronger. Don't they realize that Nameless King would kill them in a single swing of his sword?" Osvald muttered in a confusion.

"Agh... Well, I'll go help the others. Marlis must have decided to sleep again after completing her mission. Maybe she's smart, but she's too careless." Osvald sighed, rubbed the back of his head, and jumped forward.

'Hah, did I really just hear praise for myself? I won't hide it's quite pleasant. Osvald is a worthy adversary, his words are worth a lot.' Wain said to himself with a satisfied smile, then he looked away.

Laur along with the other members of the Azure Tail began to fight against the Black Whip. They mostly used the attribute of water, so against the darkness they had an equal chance, the rest was influenced by each Dragon's personal skills.

As Osvald suggested, Marlis continued to sleep, under the protective dome of the temple. She had accomplished her task, so the rest did not bother her.

Osvald was upset by his first battle, so he continued to fight every Dragon he saw. However, most Dragons lost or retreated after a few of his blows. There were no opponents here for Osvald, which was a big problem for him.

"Well, now it's time to watch Sven's fight. I think I've missed most of it by now, but since I'm in their memories I can pick the right moment, can't I?" Wain smiled as he closed his eyes.

His silhouette trembled, then he appeared next to Sven, who was standing opposite Birit, the leader of the Black Whip.

They were in the farthest part of space, on stone pillars with many wide rivers running among them.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

At the same moment, in the distance, a massive beam of white energy could be seen reaching into the sky, piercing the clouds.

"What is that...?" Birit became alert as his aura intensified.

Sven glanced at the back and grinned slyly, "Well, it looks like one of my friends decided not to hold back. It's probably Osvald, however, I'm not sure there's anyone among your people who can get him to get serious."

"Pfff, you're being too arrogant. Sven Hellem, what the hell is your plan? Why did you go against your rulers? It's obvious that one Nameless King can't handle them!" Birit exclaimed with a great frown.

Sven smiled slightly, "Yeah, you're right. One Nameless King can't defeat Olax and Arox at the same time, that's true. That's why me, Marlis, and Osvald will help him. Not directly, but it's even better that way."

"That's not what I'm talking about! What was the point of betraying your entire race!? Arkans and Dragons together could rule the world! Our strength is enough to defeat any enemy!" Birit flailed his arms as he clenched his fists.

"Is that so? As far as I know, your Progenitor has no interest at all in the impending war, so... I think it would be only fair if the Dragons had no part in it, at all." Sven said calmly, looking at Birit.

"Shut up." Birit said coldly, "You know nothing of us Dragons. Though I am one of the strongest Dragons, I have heard nothing of our Progenitor for decades. That old bastard has locked himself in his palace, and no one can go in there except the Gatekeeper, but it's impossible to know anything from him."

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Birit's wings were covered in dense black flame as ripples rippled through the air.

"Others may not agree with me, but I am certain that our Progenitor is either already dead or so old that he cannot move on his own. Either way, his era is long gone. He can only blame time for not being able to take part in the Great War!" Birit exclaimed as a long halberd with a black blade appeared in his hand.

Sven looked at the halberd and sighed, shaking his head, "What a fool you are."

"Hmm? What are you talking about?" Birit snorted.

"You seem to have given all your brains in exchange for your power, otherwise I don't understand how you can think that the Dragonlord is dead. He may not be immortal like Alucard, but he could easily live for hundreds more years." Sven's face turned cold as he let his energy out.