"Roar?"
Little Loren cooperatively let out a puzzled dragon roar.
The next second, a great many bones were flung into the air, and Nakarkos, whose body looked completely unscathed from the outside, burst out of the ground on the other side. Its true body, with multiple tentacles baring their fangs and brandishing claws, appeared in full view, and its two mimicry tentacles, which had clearly changed to a new set of bones, lashed about in fury.
Red Dragon-element energy spread from Nakarkos's main body onto its tentacles, and the mucus seeping from the gaps between the bones, which had been emitting an azure light, was also dyed with black-and-red lightning.
The oppressive force from an Elder Dragon occupying an even higher ecological niche spread unchecked with Nakarkos's roar.
At this moment, it no longer wanted to think about hiding itself and quietly developing until it reached its optimal state.
Nor did it feel like considering whether this little dragon graveyard could withstand the aftermath of their battle.
First it had been Kirin and Lunastra, and then it was Logan and Aki again.
This kind of repeated harassment—unable to kill them even by fighting, yet feeling it would be too much of a pity to give up on this newly created dragon graveyard.
Already in this conflicted state, the bad temper of Nakarkos, almost identical to Deviljho's, was completely detonated.
Right now Nakarkos only wanted to completely unleash itself and fight a battle without holding anything back, even though its strength at this moment had not yet recovered to its true unsealed level, because the dragon graveyard's scale had not fully returned!
It had to be said that, once Nakarkos went all out, the sense of pressure it exuded was indeed pushed straight to the maximum.
It mainly attacked with the Dragon-element energy of its true body, while its two tentacles constantly switched between different monster bones according to the changing battle, unleashing attacks of different elements.
Even with Logan and Aki joining forces, under Nakarkos's all-out fighting they could only barely manage to fight it to a draw.
For a time, the intensity of the battle shot up by several levels. Because of the different energy attacks, the entire basin became filled with colors of every kind; earthquakes and tsunamis occurred again and again, even affecting the underground energy currents for a while and causing large numbers of monsters in the surrounding area to begin migrating once more.
It was only in the midst of such a battle that Nakarkos gradually noticed that something was wrong.
Clearly the two sides were fighting desperately, yet the damage actually being inflicted was somewhat unsatisfactory. At the very least, for Elder Dragons, this level of damage really only counted as scratches that hardly even hurt.
As for what was actually being worn down, aside from the energy on both sides, it was only the stockpiled monster bones that were continuously being consumed.
Moreover, what was being consumed was not just the ordinary bones in the top layer of this dragon graveyard, but the high-quality bones down below that could truly be used by it as weapons, and that had been strengthened by its blue mucus for quite some time.
However, although Nakarkos had noticed that something was off, Logan and Aki holding nothing back, and even frequently using the Elder-Dragon style of trading injury for injury, made this battle seem incomparably real.
At this moment, Nakarkos was somewhat dazed and could only grit its teeth and keep fighting.
"Something's wrong, very wrong!"
The Admiral raised his shield, blocking the bones that occasionally came flying over on the battle's shockwaves, his eyes darting rapidly as he locked onto the three dragons locked in combat.
When Little Loren heard the Admiral's words, he could not quite understand. In his view, with the battle already having entered a white-hot stage, why would the Admiral still say something was wrong?
It was clearly already fantastical enough, to the point where it felt like the battle had already transcended the level of living creatures.
Given Little Loren's current breadth of vision, being able to accept a battle like this already showed how big his heart was, so he truly could not understand what the Admiral was thinking at this moment.
"Sigh~." The Admiral let out a breath and lifted his shield a little to let Little Loren take a closer look.
"Have you noticed? Although the battle in front of us is fierce, whether it's the boss's flames or the queen's close-quarters combat, the vast majority of their attacks are aimed at those constantly changing bones. Just based on that unknown Elder Dragon's speed of movement, do you really think that the boss, whose strong point is speed to begin with, can't catch the openings when it is switching bones to strike at its true body?"
"And another thing—don't be fooled by how fiercely they're fighting. Just from what I know about the boss, he still has plenty of trump cards he hasn't used. Those Radiant Crystal Butterflies, apart from being used to interfere, haven't helped the boss gather energy even once. Does that seem normal to you? Compared to defeating the other side, I keep feeling that the boss and the others' real goal is to deliberately wear down the other side's bones."
"Roar?" Little Loren listened to the Admiral's words and blinked his eyes doubtfully.
He couldn't very well admit that he hadn't noticed any of this, could he?
And besides, Radiant Crystal Butterflies helping to gather energy was a new function he had only discovered in them recently; the other Ancient Tree Fire Wyverns were still only using Radiant Crystal Butterflies in battle to replenish energy.
He had thought Logan was the same, but he had never imagined that even this discovery he had secretly been pleased about would actually be something his own old father used so often that even the Admiral knew about it.
Faced with the Admiral's explanation, Little Loren ultimately chose to remain silent, quietly acting as a spectator, watching carefully, learning carefully, and trying to understand just what kind of battle pattern this was that transcended the ecological tier of ordinary monsters.
The battle went on from day into night.
The three monsters at the center of the clash were like tireless biological weapons, maintaining a peak combat state the entire time, without the slightest intent of stopping.
The Admiral keenly noticed that the number of bones in the dragon graveyard had clearly decreased. The layout that had originally been half on the beach and half in the water had now actually changed so that not even one-third remained on the beach.
Under the waves stirred up by the battle's aftershocks, these bones, which were stuck together in clumps, began showing signs of breaking apart and falling away.
Just as the Admiral even began to doubt himself, wondering whether his earlier speculation had been wrong—
On the cliff at one end of the basin, an indignant wolf howl rang out.
And out on the surging sea, a huge Ivory Lagiacrus whose body length far surpassed that of an ordinary Ivory Lagiacrus also let out an angry roar.
Almost at the same time, these two uninvited guests actually braced against the pressure released by Logan and the others and charged in without hesitation.
The Zinogre, its armor mottled and blue lightning intertwined with yellow lightning across its body, entered its supercharged state and dashed forward without regard for anything.
Sensing that there were creatures coming to interfere, after dodging Nakarkos's breath, Logan—still flying at low altitude—turned his head and unleashed a blast of Calamity Flame, intending to force this reckless Zinogre back.
But what he never could have expected was that this Zinogre, faced with his Calamity Flame, actually neither dodged nor avoided it. With a resolve that seemed ready to die, it forced its way through the flames and, in Logan's slightly contracted pupils, leaped high and landed a heavy slap right across Logan's face.
Faced with this extraordinary Zinogre's all-out strike, even Logan, who had not anticipated it and was almost completely unguarded, was forcibly knocked back a good distance by that single blow and nearly fell to the ground.
An attack like that did not deal much damage, but it was extremely insulting.
He, a Disaster-level Elder Dragon, had actually been slapped by some no-name Zinogre!!
He could not endure this!
Logan adjusted his posture and was just about to burn this reckless fellow to death, but as his line of sight shifted, he saw that the other side's neck had already been bitten off by Aki.
That stifled breath was thus lodged in his throat with nowhere to vent!
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