“Spatial Absolute Prison!” The pupils of the Sutherland Empire dragon knights, desperately trying to escape the range of the forbidden spell high in the sky, shrank in unison. The dragons, without needing a word, instantly unleashed every ounce of their potential, accelerating with all their might. Even the proud dragons dared not face a forbidden spell alone, let alone a rare and devastatingly powerful spatial grand forbidden spell. If anything went wrong, the entire dragon knight legion of the Sutherland Empire could be wiped out here. For an empire, the loss of its dragon knight legion would directly translate into a major blow to its political influence and military strength.

“Are the dogs of Texi insane?” The gold dragon, Gold Coin, flapped its wings, its body scorched black. As a gold dragon, its whole body was covered in sharp weapons. In the clash of forbidden spells, it had taken quite a few of Texley Empire’s lightning strikes. The residual energy had not yet dissipated, and the tips of its sharp weapons glowed faintly red with heat. Although high temperatures did affect gold dragons, they also weakened Gold Coin’s control over its body. A faintly shimmering void magnetic field enveloped the gold dragon, forming a long, double-pointed prism that sliced through the air, flying crookedly at high altitude.

“Help! Help! Someone save me!” The only son of the Minister of Civil Affairs cried out miserably from afar. Wyverns, whether in speed or strength, were far inferior to true dragons. At this moment, he was within the attack range of the forbidden spell, and the wyvern’s flight was wobbly and unstable. After all, it was not of true dragon blood, and was clearly unable to hold on.

“You bastards, come save me, or my old man will make sure none of you have a good end!” Even with death at his doorstep, this annoying fly couldn’t help but threaten others.

A faint smile curled at the corner of Morgan’s mouth. He pretended not to hear anything. Kindness? Sure, when a dog bites a man, the man certainly won’t bite back. But if the dog falls into the water, not beating the drowning dog is already giving it face. Having fought wild dogs for food as a child, Morgan had no extra sympathy to spare.

“Arthur, save me! If I die, my father will drag your whole family down with me!” For some reason, the Minister of Civil Affairs’ only son, Grant, had latched onto the nearest Arthur, screaming threats at the top of his lungs. The wyvern was clearly running out of strength.

“You… you bastard!” Arthur’s face changed color. The fire dragon Michael, covered in bloody wounds, struggled to flap its wings, clearly badly injured in the previous battle.

No one knew how this cowardly, life-loving fool had gotten so close to the battlefield. Even if he wanted to snatch military merit, he didn’t have to rush to his death like this. Arthur had wanted to pretend not to see him, to ignore whether he lived or died, but the guy just had to latch onto him, leaving him in a dilemma.

If he really stood by and did nothing, the Minister of Civil Affairs, who would be left childless, would surely go mad and bite anyone in sight. Even though he was a dragon knight and his family head was an earl, all that together would hardly withstand the wrath of one of the empire’s four great ministers.

Arthur cursed Grant furiously in his heart, thinking this bastard was nothing but a disaster. Before the battle, he’d even warned Morgan to be careful, never expecting the trouble to land on his own head so soon.

“Michael, sorry to trouble you, but get Grant out of there!” Arthur gritted his teeth and patted the fire dragon’s back. Honestly, he really couldn’t afford to bear the consequences of letting Grant die.

The fire dragon Michael said nothing, just nodded forcefully. Under its wings, a fireball formed on each side, blasting out powerful hot air for thrust, propelling the fire dragon toward the now out-of-control Grant and his wyvern. As it drew near, it scooped both man and beast into its claws, then accelerated with all its might away from the battlefield.

“Morgan, Morgan! Wait for me!” Arthur’s shouts came from below on the right. The fire dragon Michael, already badly wounded, now had an extra burden, making flight even more difficult.

“Hurry, Arthur! That’s a spatial grand forbidden spell—we have to get out now, or we’re dead!” Morgan frowned, waving and shouting anxiously at Arthur. The battle was completely out of control, and all he could do was urge the others to leave the battlefield immediately.

Section 8: Spatial Absolute Prison Grand Forbidden Spell

Even earth dragons, famed for their defense, could not withstand the tearing of spatial fissures. Even a silver dragon of the spatial element, if caught in the raging spatial turbulence, would be permanently exiled.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and an immense force of attraction swept in from behind. The sky riders’ movements faltered, their speed clearly reduced. Some flying beasts and birds, not adept at speed, roared and flapped desperately, but could not counteract the suction from behind. The knights shouted themselves hoarse, channeling all their battle energy into their mounts, but still could not resist the pull, being dragged back bit by bit.

On the ground, scattered lightweight objects wobbled and floated up into the sky.