Chapter 55 : Chapter 55
Chapter 55: Dragon’s Roar Breaks the Barrier
Inside the chamber, Caesar slowly opened his eyes.
His naked body was covered in a black shell formed from congealed blood and impurities, yet his deep violet eyes shone like two stars in the abyss.
He had done it!
This wave—massive profit!
He did not hurry outside. With a thought, his consciousness instantly sank into the chaotic expanse of the Dimensional Warehouse.
This was the system’s storage space, and also his greatest secret—the nest of the young dragon Nero.
The instant Caesar broke through, a similarly vast and majestic energy—one that also contained the essence of the earth—had surged through that mysterious bloodline connection like a bolt of divine lightning and smashed directly into the sea of Nero’s soul!
“ROAR—!!!”
Nero, who had previously been only the size of a small wagon, jolted awake and released a dragon cry filled with both agony and ecstasy!
This was no gentle growth. This was a violent forced maturation!
His body swelled like an inflated bladder, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Ten meters… twenty meters… thirty meters!
Chunks of obsidian scales the size of palms burst away. In their place grew brand-new dragon scales as large as shields, their edges gleaming with metallic cold light, their surfaces veined with rock-like patterns!
His limbs became even thicker, his claws turning into hooks that looked cast from refined steel!
The somewhat immature wings on his back were forcefully spread and stretched. Complex dark-gold patterns like the veins of the earth even began to emerge across the membranes!
Forty meters… fifty meters!
Nero’s body length finally stopped at a terrifying fifty meters!
His massive frame was like a moving hill.
And when his wings were fully spread, their span reached a horrifying ninety meters—enough to blot out the sky!
“ROAR—!!!”
Nero threw back his enormous head and released another dragon cry that shook the entire space.
This time, the cry no longer carried a young dragon’s immaturity, but the authority and dominance of a true adult dragon ruling over all beneath heaven!
A Fourth-Order Magical Beast!
A sky-ruling sovereign capable of standing on equal footing with an Earth Knight!
Caesar’s consciousness returned to his body, and an unprecedented sense of power and confidence surged up within him.
He was no longer the exiled noble who had to claw out a living from the cracks.
From this day forward, Caesar Valerius had finally gained the right to raise his voice.
Creak—
The stone door of the chamber slowly opened amid a long, grating groan.
Roland, still kneeling on the ground, suddenly lifted his head and looked into the doorway with the reverence of a pilgrim beholding a god.
A figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
And when Caesar stepped out, Roland felt that what came out was not a man, but the entire unending Blackspine Mountains!
That aura—deep as an abyss, heavy as a mountain—was so overwhelming that even he, a Grand Knight, nearly lost the courage to raise his head.
Caesar stood in the doorway as sunlight spilled across his body.
He slowly lifted a hand and clenched his fist.
No sound came from it, and yet he could clearly feel that with this single motion, it was as though he had seized the earth veins beneath the entire city in his grasp.
If he wished, he could easily drain every trace of life from the land beneath his feet.
If he wished, he could reduce everything within ten miles to dust in an instant.
That was the power of an Earth Knight.
He cast his gaze into the distance, as though piercing the barriers of space itself to see the white-armored holy legion marching closer and closer.
A cold, cruel smile curved at his lips.
“Roland.”
His voice was calm and level.
“Your servant is here!”
Roland used all his strength just to force himself back up, then dropped to one knee once more, head bowed low.
“Pass down my order.”
“Ring the bells of war.”
Caesar paused. In his deep violet eyes, killing intent and tyranny intertwined.
“Let our guests know…”
“This land already has a master.”
…
Half an hour later, after washing away the filth from his body and changing into a fitted suit of black clothes, Caesar once again stood atop the city wall.
Behind him stood Roland and the hastily summoned Barrett, both with lowered hands. In their eyes remained nothing but reverence and fanatic devotion.
At that moment, the undead messenger from the south finally arrived beneath the walls.
It wore a set of tattered knight’s armor, and within its hollow eye sockets burned two ghostly blue flames.
It carried no weapon. It merely raised high a bone tablet carved with eerie runes.
“By the command of my master, the Deathspeaker, the White Bone Lady, the ruler of the Frozen Expanse of Eternal Silence, Saint Elizabeth, I have come to request an audience with Lord Caesar Valerius.”
Its voice was like the wailing of countless dead souls at once, shrill and grating.
“Her Holiness says the wolves have already arrived. Weak lambs may survive only by seeking shelter.”
“Open your gates and offer your loyalty.”
“Her Holiness’s merciful army of death will shield your people from the ‘purification’ of Holy Light.”
On the wall, Barrett spat.
“Damn it, a bag of bones talks big for a dead thing. My lord, want me to put an arrow through its skull?”
Caesar ignored him. He merely looked down at the messenger from above and spoke in a calm, indifferent voice.