Dragon Soilder の小説・ストーリー

Governor Victor said, "The Mad Dragon Sacred Sword is a Rank 4 Ultimate God Ranked Realm Gene Fighters." ... Hearing this, Lucas secretly smiled. Although Rank 4 Ultimate King Ranked Realm Gene Fighters were very strong, he could still fight with them after integrating with the Apocalyptic Legion.

"Anyone who breaks into Vicente Deep Waters shall be slaughtered without exception!" "Kill them!" The few soldiers shouted as they charged at Wilbur. Just then, Wilbur released his dragon aura to form a dragon that he controlled to take on the soldiers, who were reduced to dust the second they came into contact with the dragon. Following that, a few other soldiers showed up as well. "Captain, this guy looks pretty powerful. What are we going to do?" "Bastard!"

As the realization that this massive dragon was most likely Murdok Rori grabbed onto the claw still holding her, and she opened her mouth to speak when the sound of Henry’s laughter pulled her attention away. The book was now floating above his hand and as he chanted Rori watched as translucent, almost glowing bones formed into an armor around him and Rori gasped. Henry pointed his hand toward the massive dragon and a zap of lightning shot from his palm straight into the shoulder of the dragon, causing Murdok to scream in pain, but he did not loosen his grasp on Rori. Henry fired a few more bolts that all hit Murdok and Rori couldn’t stand by and watch her stepfather kill the man that saved

Dilo growled, her words raspier than usual from the shock still coursing through her. “That was something I had yet to share with anyone,” Rex sighed, reaching out to put a hand on Dilo’s. “Not the way I wanted anyone to find out, but what Smarluuten says is true, while in my realm, I was soul bonded with a dragon. His name was Fafnir.” “You share blood with the son of the eldest?” Smarluuten breathed, his small eyes widening, one of his hands trembling slightly. “We must pay homage to the high bloods. I will make all arrangements.”

I never knew there was another one of my kind. A crimson red Dragon is the strongest. Instantly, it hit me that that must be the Dragon Lord. Indeed my father. I haven't known him but was already filled with respect for him. He was fearless. Roughly fifty werewolves were hanging on his wings as he struggled, flying high to shake them off. I noticed other silver and gold dragons at the entrance, trying to prevent any werewolf from entering but they were being overpowered.

To me he was magnificent and a perfect fit and I stepped through the fire having given Chase his moment of glory as first born. “Turn around,” Elder Michael said and I complied. “This is unheard of!” Elder Victor said with shock in his voice. I turned to face them again and I saw that same pride in Lucas’s eyes. I felt indestructible and I knew that Abeloth was also a warrior dragon. He was fierce and gave me the impression that he wouldn’t take anyone’s shit. “I am Abeloth,” he said as he took control and my eyes glowed yellow. “This can’t be right,” Elder Cliff said and they all looked at each other. Abeloth separated from me and roared in a low voice as he glared at them.

Especially Cash and his gang. Drake’s body grew into his huge demonic form. When Ryder would pale in comparison next to Drake in that form, now he was a sight to behold. Imagine a solid black dragon with scales that would remind you of the galaxy. He walks upright on two feet in a semi humanoid form. His body thick with chiseled armor that looks to have grown straight out of his body. It was black like him, but changes colors depending on the direction he turns. The colors are breathtaking. Like the northern lights, they changed from black, to purple, to blue, to green, and yellow. Spikes protrude from both his elbows. I’m assuming its part of his battle armor. His body was magnificent in th

“Well, this guy isn’t an ordinary horse, he can fly, and his mane is flames if you hadn’t noticed.” “Huh, yeah now I see it.” A roar interrupts us, and we turn to see Lilli being overwhelmed. They have managed to get a metal net over her, and she is pinned to the ground. My heart constricts because she is here to help me. But before I can run over to help her an animalistic cry of rage sounds out and Drake breaks off from his fight with a soldier to run to her side. As he moves, I see his shape morph and he shifts into a blue dragon only a few inches smaller than Lilliana’s black and green form, his blue scales matching the shade of his eyes.

“The dragon has gone soft. Where’s your queen, oh great flame? Did she melt your bones before she left you?” Drakonios raised his head. And the sky answered. Lightning cracked like a whip across the valley. The air shifted. Then, in one breath, he released his fury. The ground around him exploded — molten cracks splitting through stone and steel. A shockwave of flame erupted from his chest, turning a dozen soldiers to ash before they could blink. He raised his hand, and the skies responded, conjuring storms of fire, ash, and burning light. He did not transform that day.

“Oh! Before that though, I’d like you to meet two people right now.” Rose seemed surprised. “Who?” Matthew smiled and called the Dragoknight to his left arm. “Say hello guys.” “Do not refer to us as mere people and ‘guys’. Either way, I am Draco Blair. The Dragon Emperor of Destruction.” “And I am Arshild Dvur, the Dragon Emperor of Creation. Nice to finally meet you, Miss Roosevelt.” “Dragon… Emperors?” Rose was baffled. “You have two Dragon Emperors with you?”