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Chapter 301: 301:The Hunt

This time they came from the sides.

Wyverns skimmed the ground with their claws clipping rocks and shattered trees as they rushed the flanks. Soldiers barely had time to react before claws raked through formations. One wyvern seized a man in its hind talons and lifted him screaming into the air.

A thunderous crack echoed.

Lightning split the sky as Duke Phillips stepped forward, his coat snapping violently in the wind.

“Left flank, fall back three steps!” Duke Phillips commanded.

A bolt of lightning struck the wyvern’s wing. The creature shrieked in pain, spiraled wildly, and crashed into the dirt, crushing two soldiers beneath its weight before going still.

“Archers, fire in volleys!” Duke Phillips shouted.

Arrows darkened the sky.

Dozens struck scaled hides, some bouncing harmlessly, others piercing joints and softer flesh. Wyverns screamed and twisted midair, snapping arrows from their bodies with their jaws. A few fell, crashing down in bloody heaps, but for every one that dropped, two more pressed forward.

The battlefield became a storm of fire, steel, and screams.

The air grew heavy. Mana pressure surged like a crushing tide.

Larger wyverns descended, their scales darker and thicker, their presence far more oppressive. These ones did not rush. They hovered, beating their wings slowly, as if mocking the soldiers below.

Randall stepped forward, his eyes burning with excitement.

“All units, change formation!” Randall shouted.

Chains flew.

Special squads hurled heavy iron nets enchanted with binding runes. The nets expanded midair and wrapped around wings and necks. Wyverns thrashed violently, tearing up the ground as soldiers anchored the chains with iron stakes driven deep into the earth.

One wyvern opened its mouth and roared.

The sound alone knocked men off their feet. Blood trickled from ears as the sonic blast ripped through the ranks.

“Defensive spells now!” Randall bellowed.

Spells flared one after another.

Barriers snapped into place. Earth walls rose in jagged lines, only to be smashed apart seconds later by charging wyverns. A massive tail swept through a line of infantry, sending bodies flying like broken dolls.

From the rear, Fenwick raised his sword.

“Target the wings!” Baron Fenwick ordered calmly.

His blade flashed again and again. Each strike was precise. Wings were severed. Tendons were cut. Wyverns lost balance and crashed to the ground where waiting soldiers swarmed them, pinning their limbs and binding their jaws.

Fire mages launched compressed flame spheres that exploded near wyvern heads, forcing them to recoil. Wind mages created slicing gusts that cut through membranes. Water mages formed whips that wrapped around necks and slammed beasts into the ground.

Wyverns stopped holding back.A huge number of Wyverns still guarding the nest rushed towards them.

They dove straight into the center, crashing through formations without fear. Flames burned nonstop. The sky turned black with smoke. The ground was soaked with blood, both human and beast.

One wyvern slammed into a mage formation, crushing three before biting another in half.

The ground cracked as Joel moved.

Lightning exploded beneath his feet as he shot forward like a thunderbolt. He leapt high, grabbed onto a wyvern’s neck, and twisted hard. Bones cracked loudly as he drove the creature into the ground with brutal force. The impact split the earth open, and the beast went limp, stunned but alive.

“Capture teams, now!” Joel ordered.

Nets flew again.

Chains tightened. Soldiers worked fast, dragging fallen wyverns away as shield units closed ranks around them.

More wyverns descended.

Some spewed concentrated fireballs. Others released piercing sonic shrieks that shattered stone and rattled bones. Mages countered relentlessly. Ice walls rose to block fire. Lightning spears pierced through chests. Earth spikes impaled wings mid-flight.

The humans too started to adapt.

Spearmen aimed only for joints. Cavalry units used hooked lances to drag wyverns down. Traps hidden beneath loose soil snapped shut around claws. Smoke spells blinded the skies while signal flares guided coordinated strikes.

Even so, the pressure kept rising.

Then everything was still.

The wyverns were losing the battle.

Many lay bound on the ground, wings torn and bodies trembling under heavy chains. Others hovered weakly in the air, their movements no longer sharp or fearless. Blood stained the broken land, and the smell of fire and smoke clung thickly to everything.

Ethan stood at the rear, watching quietly.

He had not joined the fight. Not because he could not, but because he would not. He needed to conserve his strength for what was coming next. His eyes remained calm, fixed on the distant upland, as if he was waiting for something inevitable.

Then it happened.

For a single heartbeat, the wyverns froze midair.

Every wing stopped beating at once.

A deep roar echoed across the land, slow and heavy, like the sound of the world itself cracking apart. It rolled through the mountains and valleys, shaking bones and tearing through the chest.

SHRIEEEKKK!

A crushing pressure descended from the sky.

Men staggered as if struck by an invisible hammer.

“KURGHHH!”

Their knees buckled and weapons slipped from shaking hands. For a few moments, even breathing became difficult.

“Kyaa!”

“What is this?”

Shocked screams erupted everywhere. Soldiers clutched their heads, some collapsing to the ground as fear flooded their minds without reason.

Every wyvern turned its head toward the distant upland.

The ground trembled beneath everyone’s feet. Mana surged wildly, thick and violent, pressing down like a mountain placed on their backs.

“That roar…” someone whispered, his voice shaking. “The King…”

The wyverns pulled back.

They retreated in perfect order. One by one, they rose higher into the sky, circling above the mountains. Their formation was precise, almost reverent, as if they were guarding something sacred.

Humans tried to stop them.

Arrows were fired and spells were cast. But most attacks fell short or were ignored. The wyverns did not even look back as they withdrew.

Slowly, the battlefield fell silent.

Only groans, crackling flames, and heavy breathing remained. Smoke drifted lazily through the air, hiding the mountains beyond.

Then, through the thick smoke above the upland, something appeared.

Two massive eyes opened.

They tore through the veil of smoke like blades cutting cloth. The moment those eyes opened, it felt as if hell itself had descended upon the earth.

Fear flooded everything.

Even Duke Phillips trembled, his legs giving way as he almost knelt. Knights, mages, soldiers, nobles, all fell to the ground regardless of rank or strength.

“What… is this?” someone muttered in despair.

Everyone collapsed.

Everyone except one.

Ethan stood still.

He stared toward the upland clenching his fists. His heart began to pound harder, faster. A strange excitement surged through his veins.

Subconsciously, a smile spread across his face.

“Dragon’s Fear,” Ethan muttered, gritting his teeth with a maniac smile.