Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

Chapter 1713 Creature of Legend

A giant shadow moved across the Amberfall harbor.

Valerian, in his proud draconic form, glanced at the crimson fire below and the sheer carnage it had brought as he flapped his wings and soared toward the mouth of the harbor.

His topaz eyes glinted as he witnessed the flames seething and burning men alive.

Beautiful, he wondered.

Annaʼs brother is more capable than Iʼd imagined.

The young dragon was truly awestruck when the explosions occurred. It was a dazzling display of might. The screams of men burning to death sounded like music to his ears.

He believed heʼd have to step in at some point and aid the Amberfall Magi. But his worries were for naught. Prince Marlow had sacrificed only three thousand men and brought down an army of two hundred ships and twenty thousand men.

Magnificent, he mused with a wide grin on his scaly face.

His gaze shifted to the dozen large silhouettes right outside the mouth of the harbor. Twelve ships still remained there, carrying men who were filled with panic and terror. They were his target.

Oh, well. Time to clean up the filth.

With another powerful flap of his wings, he had crossed the distance and arrived right above the dozen ships. It was times like these that he wished he could breathe fire like some of the dragons mentioned in the book.

There were those who could breathe flames, and then there were those who could spew ice and venom. But he was a mind dragon of the Somnia Clan. His Dragon Breath was different. It was subtle. Invisible.

But that didnʼt matter. Because, thanks to his brother, he had in his arsenal a wide variety of spells. And unlike Magi, he didnʼt need spell components to cast them. He was a being of magic, a mighty dragon. So all that was required of him to cast magic was intent.

The Haynam Magi aboard the ships noticed a giant shadow looming over them. But between watching the crimson fire burning their allies alive and the incoming threat of a mighty dragon, they hardly had any time to react.

Before long, the air above them was filled with giant flaming spheres.

Adamʼs Fireball Barage!

Valerian swiped his claws and hurled a dozen Fireballs at the ship.

They struck in quick succession. Explosions tore through the decks, splintering wood and ripping through hulls. Masts snapped under the force, collapsing into the chaos below. Sails caught fire at once, flames spreading fast as they consumed the ships.

Men were thrown off their feet. Some never got back up. Others were caught in the blasts, their screams cut short as the fire took them.

The young dragon launched another volley of Fireballs at the ships and then dove into the fire. By the time he had landed on the bow of a burning ship, he had already transformed into a gray cat.

Watching the Mana Foundation and Mana Liquefaction Magi scream as they burned, the little guyʼs topaz eyes gleamed with primal delight. ”Burn! Burn! Burn!” he said loudly.

Some of the men who had survived the blasts, most likely Mana Vortex Magi, turned to the source of the voice and saw a gray cat raising its head to the skies and laughing madly. For a brief moment, they wondered if this was all a dream. They wished it was.

But then, the sound of laughter suddenly died down. Valerian lowered his head, his eyes narrowing. In the next heartbeat, he turned into a bolt of gray light and moved with terrifying speed.

The moment he moved past the surviving men, their eyes glazed over, and they seemed to have fallen into a trance-like state. The gray cat jumped from one ship to another, putting all the survivors into a deathly daze. And then he leaped off the railing of the last ship and vaulted into the air.

He spun in midair and transformed back into a dragon. With a flap of his wings, he turned around and flew back over the ships. He pointed his claws, and a stream of yellowish-orange flames burst forth, instantly burning the survivors who just stood there in a daze, seemingly waiting to be killed.

In little over a minute, Valerain had killed every Magus aboard the remaining dozen ships.

He flapped his wings and flew back toward the southern wall. Countless Amberfall Magi stationed atop the battlements gazed at him with shock and awe. Theyʼd never seen a dragon, after all.

A dragon was a creature of legend. None of these men had even dreamed of ever witnessing one, let alone fighting alongside one in this battle that decided the fate of their city.

Under everyoneʼs stunned gaze, Valerian hovered before the wall as he waited for Marlow to create a breach in the shield so he could pass through. A few moments later, he transformed back into a cat and nimbly landed on the princeʼs shoulder.

He then began to gracefully lick his paw, trying his best not to get carried away under everyoneʼs revering gaze.

Marlow snapped out of his daze and asked, ”Is it done?” ”Of course!” Valerian harrumphed. ”Theyʼre all dead. Burning. Or drowning.”

Marlow let out a sigh of relief. ”What about these scum?” Valerianʼs eyes narrowed as his gaze locked onto the port below.

So many ships destroyed, and so many more men killed in the fire. ”Theyʼre all dead,” Marlow said in a grim voice. His gaze then landed on a desperate young man. ”Well... almost.”

Prince Liam Haynam was in an extremely sorry state. Three arrows had pierced his back, his one arm was missing, and the rest of his body was covered in ghastly burns.

He somehow managed to cross the bridge of broken ships and land on solid ground. He swayed on his feet, but the grip around his sword never loosened. He took a long, raspy breath as he turned toward the battlement.

Then he screamed in anguish, ”Fight me, coward! Fight me!”

The Amberfall Magi on the wall gazed at him with complicated looks. The

Prince of Haynam had arrived here with a massive army, ready to lay siege to their city and conquer it. But now, he was the only one remaining. The rest of the Magi had already died.

Marlow gazed coldly at the man and murmured, ”Admirable, isnʼt it?” ”Hmph!” Valerian snorted in contempt as he raised a paw and cast his magic.

A Magic Missile tore through the air and struck Prince Liamʼs head.

As Liamʼs headless body collapsed to the ground, Valerianʼs cold words echoed once more. ”The dead have no use for praise.”