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Chapter 892 - 404: Victor the Traitor_2

Alvin’s roar resonated with the waves.

The moment the water wall collided with the Imperial Army’s lines, steam erupted into the sky.

Brandon immediately realized their target—the heavy infantry of the Flame Scale Family was advancing from that direction. Water and fire counteract each other; this was the Northern Territory Alliance Army’s carefully crafted tactic.

However, as the steam cleared, Brandon’s heart sank.

A slender figure stood on the scorched earth, surrounded by a barrier of flames shaped like dragon scales. Livia Flame Scale wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her golden vertical pupils locking onto Alvin.

"Old fool!"

Her voice carried the raspiness unique to Dragon Descendants: "Can your water extinguish this?"

She took a deep breath, causing her chest to swell unnaturally.

When that breath of Dragon Breath was exhaled, the air twisted from the heat. Alvin hurriedly summoned a Water Shield to block it, but three Mage Liuge were instantly vaporized.

"Mongrel of the Flame Scale Family!"

Brandon charged over in a rage, unleashing the full power of Melting Core Power.

With each step he took, pillars of magma erupted from the ground.

Livia sneered, her neck covered with fine, crimson scales. Just as the two were about to clash, the sky suddenly darkened.

Ye Qingzhou dove down from the clouds, Xiaohuo’s wings whipping up a gale. The icy blue glow of his left eye pierced through the battlefield’s smoke and dust, clearly seeing that the Magic Crystal Cannon was charging for a second shot—it had to be stopped.

"Flame Dragon Knight Order, wedge formation!"

He commanded through the Communication Crystal, aiming at the enemy’s rear: "Target the artillery positions!"

Fifty Flame Dragons diving simultaneously was enough to strike fear into the bravest warriors. But the Imperial Army was clearly prepared—the sky suddenly filled with flashes of lightning and thunder, and dozens of figures soared to intercept with unbelievable speed.

They wore light armor in blue and white, creating vortex afterimages as they moved.

"Lanyi Family..."

Ye Qingzhou’s gaze was cold, and at the forefront, the Wind Step Warrior holding a Thunder Spear was none other than Sirius Lanyi, the record holder of the Academy’s speed test.

Xiaohuo spewed Dragon Flame, but Sirius easily dodged. This Lanyi Family genius instantly closed in on Ye Qingzhou’s left side, aiming the spear straight at his throat.

"Too slow, Morning Star Family’s..."

Sirius’s voice abruptly stopped.

Ye Qingzhou’s right hand at some point had grasped the spear tip, and Original Force—a silver-blue energy of ice and fire fusion—cascaded up the spear.

Sirius was horrified to find his Power of Thunder completely suppressed, his bloodline ability seemingly frozen.

"Ignorant."

Ye Qingzhou said softly, unleashing an Original Force explosion that sent Sirius flying hundreds of meters.

After breaking through the Lanyi Family’s interception, the artillery positions were in sight. Ye Qingzhou saw that those operating the cannon were not humans, but some kind of mechanical puppets—no wonder the Holy Sun Church Court’s Holy Water tactics were ineffective.

"Disperse and attack!"

He decisively issued the order.

The Flame Dragon Knights immediately divided into five groups, diving from different angles.

Just then, three figures rose from the center of the artillery positions. Ye Qingzhou’s pupils contracted slightly—all three were floating purely by energy, without any Magic Array or flying tools, a hallmark of Legendary Powerhouses.

"Kid of the Morning Star Family."

The warrior in the middle drew his dual swords, his voice raspy like sandpaper, his gaze locked greedily and covetously on Ye Qingzhou: "I’ll give you a chance, hand over the Cultivation Technique for Original Force, and you can keep your whole body."

Ye Qingzhou didn’t waste words, drawing the "Frost Winter Oath."

The Frost Rune on the greatsword lit up along with his left eye, while the Flame Fighting Qi on his right hand combined with Xiaohuo’s Dragon Flame. As these two forces converged at the sword’s point, silver-blue Original Force poured out like a waterfall.

The legendary warrior sneered and met the force head-on, crossing his dual swords into a cross.

However, the moment they touched the Original Force, his expression froze—the Sword Qi known as "Steel Broken," capable of slicing through anything, shattered like glass. Ye Qingzhou’s Sword Technique did not slow, cleaving through his Protective Fighting Qi.

"Impossible!"

The legendary Mage hurriedly erected a Nine-Layered Protective Shield, while the legendary Ranger shot twelve Demon-Breaking Arrows.

Ye Qingzhou formed a Sealing gesture with his left hand, and Original Force formed a rotating Tai Chi Diagram in front of him.

The arrows were deflected, the magic shield shattered like a bubble. The combined assault of the three Legendary Powerhouses was child’s play before him.

"Original Force is not a simple overlay of Fighting Spirit and Magic."

Ye Qingzhou’s voice was eerily calm: "It is the origin of the universe, representing the supreme Dao."

The sword light flashed, and the legendary Mage’s head flew off.

The legendary warrior now had a transparent hole in his chest, and the remaining legendary Ranger was retreating with a terrified expression: "What... what kind of monster are you?"

Ye Qingzhou didn’t answer, instead, the Original Force turned into chains that bound the legendary Ranger and tossed him toward the last Magic Crystal Cannon.

The gunners couldn’t adjust the aim in time, and the fully charged cannonball blasted their Guardian to pieces.

With the destruction of the artillery positions, the battlefield situation reversed in an instant.

The Northern Territory Alliance Army sounded the retreat call, and the warriors of the Earth Vein Family roared and launched an assault, driving the Imperial Army, now without fire support, back ten miles.

In the temporary command post at Frost Iron City, Aurelian looked at the battle report on the sand table, his brow still furrowed: "Too easy..."

"Grand Duke, a victory on the frontline!"

The messenger rushed in, his face full of joy: "The Water Mage of the Liuge Family cooperated with our Frost Guard to annihilate three battalions of the Flame Scale Family!"

In the corner, Bishop Victor of the Holy Sun Church Court slightly lowered his head, hiding the smile at the corner of his mouth.

His fingers gently rubbed a Memory Crystal hidden in his sleeve—it recorded the coordinates of all Northern Territory Alliance’s logistical bases.

"Praise the Holy Sun."

Victor said with pious sincerity: "Please allow me to go to the frontline to pray for the wounded."

Aurelian nodded in agreement, but squinted as the Bishop turned. He signaled for his guards: "Have someone keep an eye on Victor; I want reports on all his activities."

Meanwhile, on the scorched battlefield’s edge, Livia Flame Scale, dragging her injured left leg, found her brother who had been severely hurt by Original Force. Chaos was in bad shape, his Dragon Breath bloodline completely out of control, with flames bubbling up under his skin.

"Hang in there, brother."

Livia slashed her wrist, letting her blood drip onto Chaos’s cracked lips—the blood of the Flame Scale Family could temporarily stabilize a rampaging bloodline, and in her bright eyes was a searing hatred: "We will make the Morning Star Family pay blood for blood..."

On the distant mountain peak, Grand Duke Dracula watched all of this through a Crystal Ball.

He elegantly swirled the red liquid in his wine glass, lightly smiling at the Emperor beside him, whose face was sullen: "Don’t worry, dear Your Majesty, this is just the opening act. The real trump card hasn’t been played yet."

The Crystal Ball shifted to another scene—Bishop Victor was "praying" at the field hospital, as several blood-colored crystals silently fell from the base of his Holy Staff, vanishing into the soil.

Meanwhile, in the higher clouds, two blood moons were visibly drawing nearer. As they fully overlapped, the trajectory of fate would plunge into true abyss.

The night sky of the Frost Mountain Range was turned crimson by the war flames.

In the field hospital of the Northern Territory Alliance, the sounds of wailing and prayers intertwined.

Bishop Victor, holding his Holy Staff, walked slowly among the wounded, his face benevolent, though cold light flickered in his eyes. As he passed each injured person, a dark red crystal would silently seep from the base of his staff and merge into the ground.

Blood Moon Beacons—these crystals would activate at midnight, turning the wounded into bloodthirsty monsters, tearing apart the Alliance’s defenses from within.

Victor’s lips curled slightly, as he silently chanted Dracula’s plan: "When chaos erupts, the Eldest Prince and the Flame Scale siblings’ assault will completely burn away the Northern Territory’s hope."

However, he did not notice that in the shadows, a pair of icy blue eyes were watching his every move.

"Bishop Victor’s Holy Light... seems different."

In the command tent at Frost Iron City, Ye Qingzhou tapped the table with his fingertips, Frost Power crystallizing into small runes in the air.

Aurelian frowned tightly, while Elise’s Star Orbit Compass was spinning wildly, foretelling an impending disaster.

"What he left in the field hospital is not Holy Light."

Ye Qingzhou said softly: "It’s the Blood Race’s beacon."