Global Awakening: Apocalypse Ender's Chronicle Chapter 1210: The Dragon Lord

The Dragon Army surged up the hill...

Meanwhile, Shane quickly acted as he reached into his pouch and pulled forth the Warden’s Talisman, its surface was etched with ancient centaur runes.

It was an item from the Fairy Realm Apocalypse...

[ Warden’s Talisman: An ancient talisman forged by the Centaur Warlords during the Great Wars. This relic enhances the wearer’s physical resilience, reducing damage taken by up to 50%. When the wearer’s health drops below a critical threshold, the talisman grants temporary invulnerability.

Additionally, it can summon spectral centaurs to aid the wearer in battle, consuming 1,000 Spirit Points to call forth these ghostly warriors who fight until dismissed or until the energy is consumed. ]

The talisman pulsed with pale blue light...

Instantly, Shane felt the pull of Spirit Points. A huge chunk was removed after all.

Still, his Bio‑Armor resonated with the talisman, the two defenses merging into a shield of living steel and ancient magic.

Then the talisman’s true power awakened.

From the ground, spectral centaurs appeared... warriors of light and shadow moved with their ghostly hooves pounding against the earth.

Thud... Thud... Thud....

Soon, they charged into the Dragon Army, with their spears piercing salamanders, shields smashing lizardmen formations.

"Roooaarrr!"

The battlefield trembled as the phantom cavalry carved through the enemies, scattering beasts that had never known fear!

"Hahah! Destroy them!" Shane laughed as he saw it happen.

Then, the wyverns shrieked, diving to tear apart the centaurs, but the spectral warriors fought without hesitation, their ethereal weapons cutting wings and tails!

Trolls swung clubs, only to find their blows absorbed by ghostly shields.

The Dragon Army was definitely surprised!

Its advance was slowed by the sudden cavalry assault.

Shane raised his hand, channeling mana into the Ring of Dusk and Dawn.

[ Ring of Dusk and Dawn: A ring imbued with the balance of light and shadow magic. By channeling mana through the ring, the wearer can create powerful illusions, cloak themselves in temporary invisibility, or unleash bursts of radiant energy capable of dispelling darkness and weakening shadow‑based magic. ]

The ring glowed, shifting between radiant light and shadowed mist.

Illusions spread across the battlefield... Soon, dozens of false Shanes appeared, each charging with blades drawn.

The army struck at phantoms, wasting their strength against nothing.

Then the ring flared with radiant energy.

Boom! Boom!

Bursts of light exploded across the valley, dispelling the shadows conjured by Aelith’s corrupted spear. The morale boost the Dark Elf had given his army was also shattered, replaced by confusion and fear!

"Alright... Support me..." Shane muttered as he vanished into invisibility, slipping through the chaos.

"Good luck." Merlin said as he watched Shane charge forward.

The centaurs fought nonstop, the illusions danced, and the radiant bursts blinded the enemy.

Amid the commotion, Shane moved unseen.

He emerged near the commanders. Aelith and Ylara stood at the center, their aura commanding the army even as it faltered. Shane clenched his fist. He didn’t raise his sword — this was personal.

"Your army ends here," he growled.

Aelith sneered, obsidian spear glowing with corrupted mana. "You think fists can kill us?"

Ylara’s blades suddenly shined with blood magic swirling around her. "You’ll die before you touch us."

Shane’s Bio‑Armor tightened as the talisman’s resilience still flowing through him.

He dashed forward and decided not to use any weapons at all.

Soon, his fist glowed with Force Breaker.

Bang!

His punch collided with Aelith’s spear, the impact shattering the corrupted weapon in half.

The Dark Elf staggered. He was in shock after seeing his spear meet a fist head-on and be on the losing end.

Ylara also charged forward with blades, slashing in arcs of crimson energy!

"Die!"

However, Shane avoided them all using Veiled Step. Thanks to the skill, his body slipped past her strikes.

Then, his fist slammed into her chest while the blow was enhanced by Adrenal Burst.

Bang!

Bones cracked, and blood magic sputtered, before she fell to one knee.

"One down..." Shane muttered.

Just like that, Aelith roared, summoning shadows to bind Shane.

"How dare you!"

The attack was strong, but Shane’s Ring of Dusk and Dawn flared, radiant energy dispelling the darkness!

He then stepped through the fading shadows with his fist clenched tightly...

"This is the warden’s strength," Shane muttered.

His punch descended with spectral centaurs echoing his strike.

Bom!

Aelith’s chest caved under the blow; his corrupted mana had even dispersed into the night.

In just a few moves, the Dark Elf collapsed, lifeless.

Ylara screamed as blood magic surging around her like a storm.

She tried to rise, blades trembling, but Shane’s fist struck again. This time, it was a clean, brutal blow. Her body crumpled and the blood magic faded into mist.

The battlefield fell silent. The centaurs still fought, illusions still danced, but the commanders were gone. The Dragon Army wavered, its discipline shattered.

Without Aelith and Ylara, the creatures lost unity.

Manticores fled, wyverns scattered, trolls and ogres roared in confusion before retreating.

Merlin descended beside Shane, his staff glowing faintly.

"You killed them with your fists alone. That’s quite barbaric."

Shane exhaled, his knuckles still glowing faintly. "Hahahah... Really? But they didn’t deserve my blade."

Alex rushed forward as well.

"Sir Shane... Master Merlin... you stopped the Dragon Army! Incredible!"

The hill was littered with corpses, spectral centaurs fading back into the ether while the illusions dissolved into mist.

The Dragon Army had been broken after its commanders were slain by Shane.

He then looked toward the valley, his Bio‑Armor dimming. "This was only one army. More will come. But tonight... Soft Bread Shelter is safe."

Merlin nodded as he looked at the feeling creatures.

"This world is rapidly changing. You shouldn’t be considering this a Zombie Apocalypse anymore." He muttered.

"Yes... That’s been the case for a few months already." Shane replied.

***

Deep beneath the Baal Volcano in Sector 6, where rivers of molten rock flowed like veins of fire, a colossal dragon slumbered.

His scales glowed crimson in the lava’s reflection...

This was Dragon Lord Sato, the Fire Dragon, one of the sovereigns who had crossed into this realm during the Cross‑Apocalypse.

The silence of his lair was broken when a Dark Elf approached, bowing low at the edge of the lava. His voice trembled as he delivered the report.

"Lord Sato... the army you entrusted to Aelith Duskbane and Ylara Moonfang has been routed. Both commanders have fallen. The humans... the mages... they killed them."

For a moment, the dragon did not stir. His massive eyes remained closed.

Then, slowly, one eye opened.

"I see," Sato rumbled, his voice deep and indifferent. "So the young elves failed."

The Dark Elf swallowed hard. "Yes, my lord. The army scattered without its leadership. The humans fought with strange powers... they wielded artifacts and spells that even the wyverns could not withstand."

Sato’s gaze did not waver. He did not roar, nor did he rage. Instead, he exhaled a plume of smoke, dismissive of the event.

"Their deaths mean little. Commanders are replaceable. Armies can be rebuilt. What matters is that these humans dared to strike at me."

The Dark Elf bowed lower, awaiting his punishment.

But instead, Sato shifted, his massive body stirring the lava.

"My daughter will deal with them."

From the molten pool, another head emerged... smaller, yet still draconic.

The young dragon blinked, then bowed to his father. "Yes, Father. I will go."

Sato’s voice followed... "Do not underestimate them. This isn’t the Dragon Realm... Test their strength. If they are worthy, crush them and bring them to me. If they are weak, burn them."

The young dragon nodded. Then, with a shimmer of mana, her form began to change.

Scales receded, wings folded, and her body reshaped. In moments, a female human stood where the dragon had been.

Her hair was crimson, her eyes glowing faintly with embers.

She conjured garments from flame and created a robe!

The Dark Elf raised his head, startled by the sight... "Lady Sasha..."

"Yes," she said, her voice calm but edged with amusement.

"Bring me to these mages. I wish to see them myself."

The Dark Elf hesitated. "My lady... they have already fled. After the battle, they abandoned the shelter. I believe they were injured. They are no longer there."

Sasha tilted her head and nodded... "Escaped? Injured? How disappointing." She turned back toward the lava, where her father’s massive form loomed.

"Father, they are gone."

Sato’s rumble echoed through the cavern. "Then search the place. Their mana will stay... Even if they fled, traces remain. Find them..."

Sasha’s smile widened... "I forgot about that. Hehe... I hope they can entertain me. Escort me."

The Dark Elf bowed again. "At once, my lady."

With that, Sasha stepped forward. The cavern shook as Lord Sato settled back into the lava, unconcerned, his massive body sinking once more into the molten depths. He did not care for the loss of elves or armies. He had a different purpose for coming here...

"Let us see if these mages are as dangerous as they claim. If they are... perhaps they will amuse me before they burn."