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The dragons still don’t know what’s happening, or why their home has been decimated to such a state. All they knew was that just minutes ago the earth shook, causing the mountain walls to crumble due to violent tremor. Out of a sense for survival, these giant serpents fled without a second thought from their nests.

But not all dragons are mourning in hysterical howls, there’s one particularly big golden one floating quietly in the sky. Its sharp draconic iris gave off a vengeful light as it eyed the former mountain base.

Holy Mountain! How can the Holy Mountain collapse? The dragon chief cries out in anger from within, Can it be, the great dragon god have abandoned the proud dragon race?!

This wasn’t something as simple as just losing their home or nests. Inside the Holy Mountain contained the very lair which housed all the eggs to their race. Due to how fast the dragons had to evacuate, they weren’t able to take even a single one with them, meaning all of their future younglings are now trapped within this catastrophe disaster, or worse, killed by the falling boulders!

It’s no secret the dragons are a race of terrific strength, but their fertility rate left a lot to be desired of. In fact, it’s the direct opposite. Due to the extremely low rate of birth, every single egg are invaluable treasures to the race as a whole. Though there were only twenty within the lair, it’s still everything they had. That’s hundreds of years of work!

“This… this…” The dragon chief’s muttering finally devolved into a howling roar of raging resentment, “What exactly is going on!!!!!!!”

“Chief!!!” A black adult dragon suddenly swoops over from the front.

The chief could recognize this one, it’s one of the adults in charge of overseeing the border to the banished lands. Showing nuisance in his draconic expression: “What is it!”

“North… the North…” The black dragon growls whisperingly, his face actually showing a touch of panic.

Damn it! How can the great dragon race, our proud dragon race, show such timidity! North! What of the North! Even if those damn sinners are coming to trespass then so what? As if the great and proud dragon race would be afraid of them!

In a release of his worldly might, the dragon chief roars out against the heavens, letting his voice spread across the landscape. Suddenly, all of the dragon warriors had gathered around his location after that summoning from their leader.

“Chief…the North…they have come!!”

To the north of the Holy Mountain lies only a barren wasteland riddled with sharp protruding rocky barbs. It’s a natural barrier to fend off the sinned races from marching south to the human realm.

But now….

If even their majestic home, the Holy Mountain, could not escape unscathed, what odds are for the rest of the ice sheets around their nest? Of course there’s going to be nothing left! Everything was destroyed from that violent oscillation of the earth just now, meaning the great barrier was gone as well!

And now further up North…. yes, beyond the dragon’s home and into the banished lands, a faint black line was quickly drawing close. Who knows how many figures there truly are in order to cover the entire view line, but the pressure was suffocating in every manner of the word. From the ground to the air, it’s completely covered with various beings!

Hundreds of thousands?

A million?

Or more? ?

Boum!

Boum!!

Boum!!!

A heavy clapping of the battle drums resonates out of that ominous line.

Narrowing in his golden iris, the dragon chief had to take a moment to focus in on the source. But he saw it, at the forefront of that mass. Standing at no shorter than a fully-fledged adult dragon, these dozens of monstrous creatures with their crimson red warring eyes were ferocious and menacing in every manner of their existence. Who knows how much explosive power those bulging muscles carried, but its certainly not to be trifled with once unleashed. But the most eye catching wasn’t their golden colored skin or menacing dangerous apparels, it’s the giant drums strapped around their necks with those thickly braided ropes. With every step these monsters took, they would bang the battle drum with their front arms like a warring battlecry.