The Last Dragon Hunter - Chapter 11 DRAGON'S BLOOD

The End of Dragons started the peace in Sunsimoon Region. For centuries, the four kingdoms fought against each other in the name of expansion and acquisition of limited resources. Eventually, Soden and Belsar allied themselves to protect the fertile lands against the invaders from the wastelands and desert—the northern and the eastern territories, respectively.

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“Wh-who are you?” Talos said. Together with the other Reapers, he remained suspended in the air. His red aura dimmed as if he was losing his life force. “This man has the same powers as Lady Leva,” he thought.

Meanwhile, the four hooded figures who carried the unconscious Valfern has reached the southern wall of the coliseum. Scarlet River and the one with a bronze mask dealt with the many knights flooding towards them.

“Not good,” Moon River thought. He then pushed his palm, and the five Reapers blasted off from the platform.

Moon River was about to move when King Egbert cried for help.

In the western tower, a bald man with silver chains around his black robe smiled. Knight armors sprawled on the floor with nothing left inside but skeletons. “King Egbert, what’s with that look of horror in your face?”

“Oga! You treacherous snake! How dare you betray the alliance of our Kingdom?” King Egbert said. With Mister Piorquee at his side, he inched back to the baluster.

“Oh, I’m just following the orders of King Merck. So, I hope you won’t take this personally.”

“Scum! I always knew that-”

Oga raised his black gauntlet. The hollow eye sockets of the mini-snake skulls on its knuckles flashed a green light.

Mister Piorquee disintegrated—left with nothing but bones before he could finish his sentence.

King Egbert’s heart sank. He turned his head back to the platform and found it empty. Then a series of footsteps echoed from below.

“Run! Don’t come up! Stay away from here!” King Egbert raised his voice as much as he could. But the steps continued.

Oga smiled. Behind him, Imogen appeared.

“King Egbert, I hope that you’re enjoying today’s tournament.” Imogen bowed. “Death. Plenty of it, just as you have requested!”

“Imogen.” King Egbert’s face soured. “What’s the meaning of this?”

“It is what it is.” Imogen smiled.