Chapter 37: The Dragon King Descends! Face Fear Directly!
When that sky-shrouding shadow covered the land, when that soul-shattering roar echoed through the clouds, the entire Western Wasteland fell into an eerie silence.
Tens of thousands of players, without exception, stopped what they were doing and lifted their heads, gazing at the massive figure slowly descending from the heavens, so enormous it inspired despair.
The Golden Dragon King, Ignis.
She did not unleash the apocalyptic attack the players had imagined.
Instead, with elegance, she folded her blazing wings of fire and slowly descended onto an open stretch of ground a kilometer away from the Library Fortress. Follow current novels on noveⅼfire.net
Then, under the stunned gazes of all players, the mountain-like dragon’s body was enveloped in dazzling flames.
As the light faded, a tall, fiery figure appeared in its place.
It was a mature woman who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. A cascade of crimson hair, seemingly woven from flames, fell loosely down her back, reaching her waist and hips.
She wore a set of ornate yet revealing armor, crafted from dark-gold lava and black dragon scales, tightly outlining her explosive figure with shameless perfection.
Her long legs, her startlingly narrow waist, and the prodigious chest that seemed ready to burst through her armor—every part of her radiated lethal allure.
On her face was an innate arrogance and condescension that belonged only to rulers. Her golden eyes—identical to those of her dragon form—swept across the steel monstrosity that had suddenly appeared before her, and over the tens of thousands of ant-like players. At her lips, a disdainful sneer curved.
“Heh, a pitiful swarm of insects.”
Her voice carried a metallic edge, imbued with the unique authority of dragons, reaching clearly into every player’s ears.
“You think piling up cheap rocks and scrap metal into a turtle shell will block the footsteps of Ignis?”
“How… laughably naïve.”
She extended a slender finger, encased in dragon-scale gauntlet, and pointed at the steel fortress.
“I’ll give you only ten seconds.”
“Get out of the way of my ‘meal’.”
“Otherwise, I won’t mind swallowing you appetizers as well.”
Those scornful, threatening words pressed down on every player present.
Even in her human form, with just a few words, that life-level suppression crushed down, leaving many lower-level players’ legs trembling, nearly unable to stand.
“So this is the aura of a top-tier world boss? Just standing here, I feel like I’m suffocating!”
“That body… that presence… damn, I can’t take this, what do I do?”
And yet, under this despair-inducing pressure, the players’ reactions left Ignis faintly surprised.
They did not scatter in panic as she had imagined.
Nor did they charge forward recklessly like foolish challengers.
After a brief stir, the tens of thousands of players moved in perfect unison, like a trained army, retreating neatly to either side.
They opened a wide, straight path that stretched from Ignis’s feet all the way to the fortress gate.
Not a single player’s face showed fear.
Instead, their expressions were filled with fanaticism, anticipation, and worship—eerily unified.
All their eyes passed over Ignis, locking firmly onto the tightly closed, heavy gate behind her, forged of 【Obsidian】 and 【Mithril】.
As if, behind that door, something far more important than this ancient Dragon King was about to appear.
Ignis’s lovely brows knit slightly.
What trickery were these insects playing?
It was the look her dragon subordinates gave her when awaiting her command—full of reverence and fervor.
But why would these weak humans cast such eyes… upon a door?
For the first time in her life, Ignis felt the sting of being ignored, and displeasure stirred in her heart.
She was the Golden Dragon King! The greediest, most powerful existence in this world!
Wherever she went, she was meant to be the absolute focus!
And these insects dared to ignore her?
Just as she was about to teach these insolent creatures a lesson—
The fortress’s massive gate, as heavy as a city wall, gave a deep groan and slowly opened inward.
In that instant, every player’s breath froze.
Ignis, too, instinctively turned her head toward the opening door.
But then, from within the shadows, a gentle golden radiance seeped outward, like a living thing.
This light was not harsh or scorching. Instead, it carried a warmth that soothed the soul.
Ignis could feel her spirit—violent and ravenous from her long slumber—strangely calmed beneath its glow.
The destructive hunger gnawing at her seemed… less overwhelming.
“What… is this power?”
For the first time, the golden eyes of Ignis showed a solemn glimmer.
Meanwhile, the players’ public chat had completely exploded.
“She’s coming! She’s coming!”
“It’s holy light! I see it! It’s wife’s holy light!”
“She put it on! She really put it on! Our ultimate weapon! Our ‘Compassion of the Seraph’!”
“Lighting crew! Where’s the lighting crew! Quick! Get me that perfect 45-degree angle spotlight, from above, to highlight wife’s divine descent!”
“BGM! BGM! Hurry! Play the ‘Overture of the Goddess’s Descent’ we rehearsed eight hundred times!”
At once, several teams of mages and bards—the “special effects crew” and “sound crew”—began frantically casting.
Soft magical spotlights shone precisely upon the great door.
Majestic, epic music swelled into the air from nowhere.
The whole scene, once “the coming of calamity,” transformed into a meticulously staged… theater performance.
Ignis was utterly dumbfounded.
She had lived for millennia, fought countless battles, seen countless foes.
Some had groveled for mercy, some had resisted fiercely, some had bowed servilely.
But she swore, in all her life, she had never seen anything !
What in the world were these insects trying to do?
As confusion consumed her thoughts—
A slender, delicate figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the gate.
Bathed in the “stage lights” and “background music” crafted with painstaking effort by the players, she stepped, one by one, up the stairs that led to the outside world.
When her figure fully revealed itself before the eyes of all, and before Dragon King Ignis—
The entire world seemed to fall silent.