"Execute the plan, brothers! Charge!!!"

The moment I appeared, General Liedobal at the front barked orders to the Aran Empire troops behind him. A line of soldiers hefting iron shields slowly advanced toward me.

Blazing Light Slash

Heavenly Fireball

Crimson Thunder Strike

Mages positioned behind the shield wall unleashed their strongest single-target spells in unison. Magical blasts rained down upon my body like droplets.

"Warriors! While the Dreadwyrm is pinned under ranged bombardment—follow me and shatter it to pieces!"

"Yes, sir!!"

Magic warriors surged forward with Liedobal, drawing weapons from their waists and channeling their unique magical attributes into the blades.

Crackle, crackle, crackle

Boom~

Lightning. Flames. Explosions...

They frantically hammered attribute-infused strikes against my scales.

Healing Magic — Rain Transformation

Healing Magic — Fracture Mending

...

Support mages continuously replenished mana for fighters, emboldening them to relentlessly assault my draconic form.

Packed tightly together, attackers struck my entire body from all sides. Deafening impacts echoed without pause.

No sensation...

That was my only thought. Neither their spells nor the warriors’ strongest blows left a mark. If anything—just a faint, fleeting tingling.

Why? My magical and physical resistances effortlessly nullified every attack, with capacity to spare.

*Let them keep going all day... Maybe after twenty-four hours, I’d feel a slight sting?*

A strange notion flickered through my mind.

*And those shields? Seriously?* I scoffed inwardly. *I’m not some fire-breathing dragon—did they binge too many fantasy novels?*

Enough. Time to show them real power.

I lifted a single claw. Soldiers clambering on my arm tumbled down, barely catching themselves on my leg.

Ultra Tier-6 Magic — Gravity Manipulation

The instant I whispered inwardly, a fist-sized azure magic circle flared to life on my claw. Countless smaller circles split and swirled around it.

"W-what is this?! Such overwhelming power! What in the—?!"

Elder Nie, having just arrived, froze in sheer terror, eyes wide with disbelief.

"A hundredfold!!!"

A deafening sonic boom ripped through the sky. An unimaginable force slammed down upon the entire Aran Empire army.

"Aaaahhhh~~~"

Soldiers mid-technique collapsed instantly, crushed deep into the earth. Those pinned against my scales burst into blood.

"This... such power! Is this truly the legendary might of the Elder Dragon Vorkasa Bosis Abyss?" Only Elder Nie could rasp the words, flattened yet spared agony by his Grand Sage vitality.

*Haven’t used this in ages... a little rusty.*

I glanced at the fading circle on my claw.

Snap! I clenched my fist. The magic circles vanished into the air.

Bang!!!

The crushing pressure vanished. Silence fell—thick and absolute.

Most soldiers lay unconscious from the magic of a single claw. A handful of the conscious struggled upright; the rest lay utterly spent.

How boring~~ Annihilating a nation felt strangely tedious.

Watching their pitiful state, I felt no thrill. The conquest I imagined wasn’t this effortless—only their weakness to blame.

Enough. Time to save Elle.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Uninterested, I strode straight toward the colossal central palace, ignoring everyone in my path.