Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Redscale Conquerors, listen up! Dragon Roar Charge! Destroy them!"

Hundreds of knights clad in shining light armor, wielding sharp lances, streamed out of the portal, riding wyverns, surging like a tide.

Under the knights' control, the wyverns simultaneously opened their bloody mouths, emitting a resonating roar, releasing a surge of immense dragon might.

"Roar—"

In an instant, a massive red dragon phantom appeared behind the Redscale Conquerors, its broad wings waving, carrying scorching heat as it pounced towards the dozen or so Angelic Descendants.

"What is that?"

"Could it be the legendary Ember Emperor?"

The Angelic Descendants, who were fighting with the wyverns, looked at the distant dragon phantom, their expressions changing drastically.

However, Hain focused his gaze and steadied his mind, shouting, "Those are just mortals riding wyverns, merely possessing the bloodline of that evil dragon, nothing to fear!"

But an extremely terrifying pressure swept across the sky, and everyone seemed to see that emperor appear before them, crushing them and their comrades, and feeling a fear from the bottom of their hearts, deep into their souls.

"No, wake up, that's not real—"

Hain instantly regained his senses. He looked up at the rapidly approaching Redscale Conquerors, his face full of anxiety, but his comrades were still trapped in the illusion of fear, unable to extricate themselves.

Seeing this scene, Hain had no choice but to flap his wings and temporarily leave the battlefield, leaving behind his comrades with dazed faces.

And just this moment of absent-mindedness was enough for the Redscale Conquerors to complete a charge—this was their specialty.

Taking advantage of the momentum of the wyverns' dive, they raised their spears, and the lances engraved with Disintegration Arrays suddenly pierced through the chests of the Angelic Descendants, golden divine blood spilling onto the earth.

Bathing in the blood of his comrades, Hain's hand gripping the Holy Lance trembled slightly. His expression gradually turned furious, his face twisted, and his eyes were like two exploding suns.

He roared, flapping the wings on his back, his entire body radiating light, emitting bursts of thick smoke, causing the surrounding air to become distorted.

"Sizzle—"

Accompanied by a piercing screech, a golden light tore through the sky, flying towards the dragon knight.

However, the Redscale Conquerors' commander, the Empire's Dragon Blood Duke—Alger, suddenly turned his head, keenly aware of this sudden attack.

An unbelievable expression appeared on Hain's face. That was the Holy Lance he had condensed with the power bestowed by the Sun God. It was impossible for mortals to block it!

But he didn't know that as one of the Empire's ten-odd dukes, Alger's strength was no longer what it used to be. His strong body contained power comparable to that of an adult dragon.

When Alger cooperated with the giant eagle that had been cultivated for many years, his strength in the air was already comparable to a legendary warrior, and the Redscale Conqueror Legion he led had become the nightmare of many people in the north.

"Hain, Earl of the Thracian Kingdom." Alger's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he recognized the identity of this Angelic Descendant at a glance.

Immediately, Alger raised his long sword, the tip of the sword pointing at the distant Angelic Descendant, and sternly ordered: "That is the general stationed in Eisengard!

Surround him, and don't let him leave here alive! The squad that can kill him will all be promoted one rank in nobility!"

Suddenly, the Redscale Conquerors' gazes towards Hain became scorching, like greedy evil dragons seeing gold coins.

You must know that the current empire is thriving, and the competition is extremely fierce. After reaching the level of earl, each promotion is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

And in the eyes of the Redscale Conquerors, the current Hain is a tempting piece of fat that can fly, which can bring them huge wealth and honor.

"Kill him!"

"For the Empire!"

These Redscale Conquerors cooperated skillfully, forming scattered squads, surrounding and intercepting, blocking from different directions, almost blocking all of Hain's escape routes.

Hundreds of anti-magic arrows pierced through the sky, pouring down on this Angelic Descendant like a rainstorm, and nets spread out in the air.

This was a hunt, a hunt for the enemy's general.

"You ignorant mortals! How dare you be my enemy!" Hain roared, his wings flapping violently, the golden flames engulfing the surrounding arrows.

His flying speed was extremely fast, like a small sun falling to the ground, crashing into the weakest point of the Redscale Conquerors' line of defense.

Scorched dragon corpses, broken spears, and shattered armor scattered everywhere. Hain devoured everything along the way into the flames, and instantly penetrated the Redscale Conquerors' line of defense, flying towards the city.

"This boss is a bit fierce—"

"Chase!"

"The front ones hold on, my promotion this time depends on you!"

Seeing this situation, Alger picked up the walkie-talkie and said in a low voice: "That Divine Descendant is extremely powerful, request fire support."

The airships in the sky slowly descended, their bellies extending thick gun barrels, and sharp beams of light spewed out from them, shooting at those Angelic Descendants.

"Swish—"

After being hit by the light, the Angelic Descendant's eyes instantly dimmed, and his movements also slowed down a bit.

But immediately afterwards, dozens more beams of light bombarded his body, gradually covering his entire body with cold frost, and finally falling weakly from the sky.

These magic laser weapons were carefully prepared and tailor-made by the Empire's researchers, specifically used to restrain the Fadelan Descendants who possess the power of the Sun God.

After in-depth research on the Everfrost Horn and exploration of the Frost Giant ruins, the Ember Empire's researchers have completely mastered the manufacture of "Everfrost Rune Power" and applied it to war.

"Elliott!"

Watching his familiar comrade turn into an ice block and fall to the ground, Hain's expression was shocked and angry, but also mixed with a trace of fear.

The weapons of these dragon claws have actually developed to this point! They can not only slaughter mortals on a large scale, but also kill noble and powerful Divine Descendant warriors!

"Bang!"

Elliott felt a chill on his back, and his wings were covered with a thin layer of frost, becoming a little stiff, but the abundant power of the Sun God in his body made him recover quickly.

He was furious and looked towards the source of the attack, but he saw a scene that made him feel despair—dozens of airships covered the sky above his head, forming a huge fleet, frantically shooting the Angelic Descendants in mid-air with unimaginable efficiency.

And those once invincible, holy and radiant Angelic Descendants, at this moment, were like birds chased by hunters, dodging back and forth under the interlaced beams of light, feathers flying everywhere.

"Amanata above... Is our era coming to an end?" Hain couldn't help but mutter to himself.

A fleet of this size could never be assembled through emergency war preparations! Moreover, their weapons are so tailored, as if custom-made for them.

A terrifying thought occurred to Hain: To attack the Kingdom of Thrace, the Ember Empire had probably been secretly preparing for years!

Due to the country's short history, it is very likely that the Ember Empire began plotting the invasion of the Kingdom of Thrace at its very inception—back when Fadiran had not yet collapsed.

To plot the invasion of the world's most powerful and wealthiest empire at the very beginning of a nation's founding—what ambition, what greed!

Hain felt particularly terrified and developed a great fear of the Ember Emperor.

But in that brief moment of distraction, dozens of cold rays crisscrossed and converged in the air like a woven net, ultimately bombarding him.

A giant ice ball, several meters in diameter, appeared in the sky, plummeting towards Eisengard, with Hain sealed inside, still wearing a somewhat despairing expression.

For some reason, Hain felt time was so long, but his thoughts were not slow at all, as if everyone's movements had become slow motion.

"This is..."

Within the icy confinement, Hain could clearly see the fierce battle situation in Eisengard—no, it couldn't even be called fierce, it was just a one-sided slaughter.

Armor-piercing shells shot out from the barrels of steam tanks, concentrating their fire on the sturdy cast-iron city walls, instantly turning them into riddled wrecks, teetering on the verge of collapse, with hundreds of soldiers buried within.

Imperial infantry advanced rapidly alongside steam tanks and giant mechs, their gun muzzles spewing continuous fire, bullets showering down on the Thracian soldiers like a torrential rain.

The Thracian soldiers, stationed on the city walls, held crude weapons that had long been phased out by the Empire, repeatedly loading ammunition and launching counterattacks.

But under the Empire's fierce firepower, any soldier who dared to show their head would instantly be riddled with bullets, their skulls shattered, turning into minced meat mixed with brain matter.

Giant humanoid machines walked across the land, each step causing the ground to shake, hundreds of missiles flying from their backs, bombarding the most densely populated areas, often blasting dozens of people into charred corpses.

The desperate Thracian garrison opened the secret gates of the city walls, releasing the iron golems from decades past, hoping that the weapons left behind by Fadiran could help them repel the enemy.

In the past, these massive construct creatures were the nightmare of all enemies, impervious to blades and arrows, able to crush a dozen soldiers with a single punch, and easily destroy an infantry regiment.

But now, in the Ember Empire's "new warfare," they were just clumsy targets.

"Boom—"

Faced with a cluster of more than thirty giant armored units, the few iron golems were almost powerless to resist, instantly submerged in a tide of artillery fire, turning into useless scrap metal.

The members of the arcane legion stationed in Eisengard also raised their staffs in unison, chanting spells, releasing high-level spells commonly used in war, such as Sunbursts, Lightning Rings, and Meteor Showers.

But a huge ogre appeared in the sky, standing beneath an airship—it was Lampe, the Chief Minister of the Empire, and also a Grand Magus.

He commanded dozens of Imperial court mages to jointly shake the magic net, pouring the torrent of magical energy into a large-scale spell generator.

"Buzz—"

An anti-magic field, one hundred meters in diameter, enveloped Eisengard, crushing all the arcane legion's spells.

Lampe, standing on the airship, grinned at the mages, humming a cheerful tune and gently stroking the skull necklace around his neck—his collection might be growing again.

"Could it be that Eisengard will be breached by the Imperials just like this...?" Hain's mind raced, his despair even greater.

They hadn't even had time to organize an effective counterattack, and the Empire's fierce offensive had destroyed everything in Eisengard.

And Hain, as a Scion Earl, wouldn't even be able to witness the fall of Eisengard, and would die first, frozen to death in this ice ball.

"No!"

"I am a man of His Majesty Amannata, I am a citizen of the Holy Fadiran, I must not die like this!" Such thoughts emerged in Hain's mind, and his desire to survive grew even stronger.

The ice ball that sealed him was already suspended in mid-air, seemingly supported by some force.

"Crack..."

Suddenly, fine cracks appeared on the ice ball, and then the whole thing burst open, countless fragments flying out.

Hain suddenly opened his eyes and muttered, "For Eisengard, for the Kingdom of Thrace..." His voice suddenly became impassioned: "And also for the eternal Holy Fadiran!"

Immediately afterward, two pillars of light soared into the sky, the ice melting into water, then evaporating into white mist, and the Angel Scion's whole body was enveloped in the sun's radiance, releasing ten thousand rays of light.

He flapped the wings on his back, soared into the sky, and flew toward the airship cluster in the sky—he actually wanted to imitate the deceased Duke of North Aisel, and ignite his divine core!

He would sacrifice his life to completely destroy the Ember Empire's fleet!

Hain roared with all his might, "Die with me, I will live forever in the glory of His Majesty Amannata!"

The soldiers of Eisengard looked up, gazing at the increasingly dazzling Angel Scion in the sky, their faces full of surprise, as if they had grasped the last straw: "It's Earl Hain!"

"This feeling of being bathed in light—it's the great Sun God! The Sun God hasn't abandoned us! We are still citizens of Fadiran!"

"His Majesty Amannata must have descended!"

"Long live the Holy Fadiran! Glory to the light!"

Under the sunlight, the soldiers of Eisengard roused their last bit of fighting spirit.

They charged forward fearlessly, bathed in the radiance, engaging in close combat with the Empire's steel monsters, fighting to the death, seemingly determined to fight to the end for their beliefs.

But at this moment, the sky was suddenly torn apart by a claw, a huge spatial rift spanning the sky, emitting a terrifying pressure that made the world tremble.

Then, a huge, ferocious dragon head slowly probed out from it, swallowing the miniature sun in the sky in one gulp.

Instantly, the entire battlefield suddenly dimmed, and the light was gone.

Eisengard was shrouded in shadow, and the soldiers were silent, standing blankly and sluggishly in place, staring at the sky in despair.

Earl Hain was eaten?

Their sun, their last faith, was swallowed so playfully? (End of chapter)