Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

After a long silence, the empire's soldiers erupted in frenzied cheers, while the soldiers stationed at Eisengard felt a buzzing in their ears, filled with terror.

"Gods..."

"Amanata above, how, how is this possible?"

"Earl Hain was eaten? He, he was blessed by the Sun God, how could this happen!"

"Could that dragon be... Emperor Scorch? Gods, I've seen the footage, it really is him!"

They raised their heads and looked up at the dragon that blotted out the sun, at the sky that suddenly darkened, and felt an unprecedented despair.

Although the Scorch Empire's army was extremely powerful, it was still something mortals could defeat, as long as they had enough courage and were willing to make enough sacrifices.

But what about the dragon in the sky?

It swallowed Earl Hain, who had been blessed by Amanata, in one gulp, swallowed their shared sun, and devoured their last hope!

Immense despair and fear filled the soldiers' hearts, a feeling like facing a tsunami or earthquake, with no option but to flee.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, the red dragon in the sky nonchalantly spat out the body of the Angelic Scion, even carelessly licking its lips.

After all, Kaisius did not like eating humanoids; he only wanted to devour the divine power core that was about to explode.

Hain crashed heavily into the ground, sinking several feet deep, a huge hole in his chest, his whole body becoming dull and cracked, like a shattered stone statue.

Although long dead, his face still held an expression of horror and disbelief.

The Scion Earl had never anticipated that he, who wanted to perish together with the Empire soldiers, would be devoured by a suddenly appearing blood basin mouth.

In the high sky, the red dragon flapped its wings, using its deep golden vertical pupils to overlook the cast iron walls spanning the valley, slowly opening its mouth, its tone flat.

Without the slightest hint of threat, as if merely stating an insignificant fact.

"First meeting, remnants of Fadran,眷属 of the Sun God.

You may have heard my name, I am the master of Anzeta, the Emperor of the Scorch Empire, Kaisius.

The Scorch Empire will completely rescue you from the cruel exploitation and terrifying rule of the Kingdom of Thrace, and grant you true salvation."

The thunderous voice appeared in the sky above Eisengard, echoing within this magnificent city, causing people to feel terrified, but also extremely confused and puzzled.

In their eyes, the red dragon was an extremely cruel tyrant, his only purpose in occupying Eisengard was to plunder wealth and enslave the people here, his monster legions would even treat human souls as delicacies.

But when it really appeared in the sky above the city, the dragon was seriously discussing the so-called "salvation", a scene that was truly bizarre.

"What, what does he want to do?"

"What is he saying?"

"What exactly is the purpose of the Scorch Empire? They actually say they are here to save us?"

Kaisius's voice continued, becoming more and more rhythmic: "Wilhelm, the king of Thrace, colluded with hellish devils, wanting to steal the power of the sun by sacrificing the lives of the people, and was therefore rejected by the gods.

You should know his true face and recognize one thing—the Scorch Empire is the legitimate successor of the sacred Fadran! It is the true sun!"

In the astonished gazes of the people, the red dragon spread its wings, and the dragon crystal on its chest suddenly lit up, as bright and dazzling as the scorching sun, bursting out with immense light.

[Illusory Sun]

"But this is indeed the power of His Majesty Amanata."

"This familiar light, could it be... Is what he said true? Could it really be that Wilhelm betrayed the gods?"

People were talking about it, only feeling that the world view they had built up for a long time was about to collapse. Could it be that everything they had desperately guarded was just a devil's trick?

Obviously, they had begun to waver.

Looking at the violently reacting Eisengard people, Kaisius continued to add fuel to the fire: "I believe many of you have also participated in the Holy War, right? That was an extremely cruel war, former compatriots fighting each other..."

Hearing this, many soldiers below deeply felt the same and nodded in agreement.

"But those kings on high have never followed the precepts of the church, never regarded you as true people, but only regarded you as cheap consumables!

In order to fight for power and profit, they do not hesitate to sign contracts with devils, even demons, and sell your souls! They are not qualified to be the successors of the sacred Fadran! Even those so-called Scions are just thieves stealing power!"

The ability of [Smooth Talker] was activated, and the red dragon's charm, enough to destroy reality, easily distorted people's thoughts, making them unable to help but want to believe.

"Dragon! You are talking nonsense!"

"Don't even think about using rhetoric to bewitch our warriors!"

Angry roars came from the walls of Eisengard.

The remaining few Angelic Scions flapped their wings and appeared above the cast iron walls. They glared at the red dragon and raised the silver swords in their hands, the tips of the swords emitting golden light.

Those golden rays intertwined, forming a huge sun disk in the sky, the disk rotated, and the sacred light blocked everything outside Eisengard.

The Angelic Scion standing at the front gritted his teeth and said sternly: "Dragon! I don't know where you stole these powers from, but as long as we are here, you can forget about stepping into the territory of Thrace!

Everyone, follow me to fight this dragon to the death! Even if we die, we will let him see the power of the Scions!"

"Kill—"

"For Thrace!"

"For the sacred Fadran!"

The nine Angelic Scions fully released the sun disk with a diameter of several hundred meters, shrouded above the city walls, even facing a demigod-level enemy, it could resist for a moment, enough to support until the arrival of Thracian reinforcements.

But these remaining Angelic Scions ignored one thing: their enemy was not an ordinary mortal, but the dragon who had caused the fall of the Lord of Heaven and the dissipation of the God's incarnation—Emperor Scorch Kaisius.

Looking at these Angelic Scions blocking in front of him, Kaisius flapped his wide dragon wings and snorted coldly: "Truly overestimating yourselves...

Even the true Lord of Heaven could not stop me, what qualifications do you birdmen who call yourselves Angelic Scions have to stand in front of me?"

A cruel,狰狞 smile spread across the red dragon's face: "Since that's the case, I'll let you witness—what a true sun really is!"

Kaysus took a deep breath, the solar divine power filling the dragon crystal was poured into the basal vessels, accompanied by the scorching dragon blood gurgling, and finally converged into a dazzling fireball at the throat.

He had countless ways to kill these angel descendants effortlessly, but he chose the most insulting one.

[Solar Breath]

Kaysus wanted to use these descendants' own power to completely defeat them—not only on the physical level, but also on the spiritual level!

"Boom—"

The sound of air exploding rang out, and a dazzling beam of light crossed the sky, piercing through thousands of meters of space, directly blasting towards the golden disc.

The sun's fury is enough to destroy everything—even itself!

Looking at the oncoming beam of light, even though they were prepared, the faces of the angel descendants still showed horror and despair, everything in front of them was illuminated by the light.

This was not an evil dragon's breath, it was simply a punishment from the Sun God!

Could it be that the red dragon was really a disaster messenger sent by His Majesty Amanata—to inflict punishment and destroy this group of guilty people?

This was the last thought that flashed through the minds of the angel descendants.

In the next moment, in just an instant, the dazzling beam of light pierced through the angel descendants' solar disc.

That powerful divine light enveloped all the descendants, completely destroying their bodies, plundering their divine power source, and turning these winged creatures into ashes.

Immediately afterwards, the beam of light bombarded the indestructible cast iron city walls behind it.

"No—"

"Quick, run! This place is collapsing!"

The entire Eisengard shook violently, the outer walls instantly melted, turning into gurgling molten iron, and the inner walls also suddenly collapsed, with huge iron and rubble falling wildly.

Under this breath containing the power of the sun god, even the city walls engraved with runes that could withstand magical bombardment were useless.

In the horrified eyes of every soldier, an incomparably bright light was reflected. Then came the sky full of smoke and rubble, and finally a deafening roar.

In just a few seconds, a majestic city wall hundreds of meters long and more than twenty meters high completely collapsed, and thousands of people either fell to their deaths or were buried in it.

"Amanata be praised."

"Could this really be divine punishment? How could such an enemy possibly be defeated?"

At this moment, whether this giant dragon was an envoy of the sun god or whether the Blazing Ember Empire was the legitimate successor of Fadlan was no longer important.

Kaysus had already proven to the people of Eisengard—he had the ability to destroy this city in a very short period of time.

The red dragon flapped its sun-obscuring wings and slowly descended from the sky, eventually landing above Eisengard, grabbing the city walls with its huge claws.

"Buzz—"

The sharp burst of metal being squeezed rang out, and the city walls made of steel were dented by the heavy claws.

However, the soldiers on the city walls trembled all over, standing in place and daring not to move at all, some even fainted under the almost tangible dragon pressure.

"God, gods."

"Amanata be praised."

The red dragon stared at them with its golden eyes, which were bigger than a human, and said the familiar line in a indifferent tone, word by word: "Surrender, or die."

"Clang!"

The sound of weapons falling rang out one after another, first sporadically, then more and more, and finally forming a continuous sound.

The flag of the sun and wings slowly descended from the top of the city tower, while the empire flag of flames and vertical pupils slowly rose, fluttering in the wind.

The airship cluster floated over the city, casting huge, mottled shadows, seeming to envelop the entire city, the scene was particularly bizarre.

Giant armored vehicles marched through the city streets, their huge bodies like moving mountains, each step causing the ground to tremble.

They traveled through the low-rise buildings, the thick metal shells flashing with cold light, attracting countless fearful and curious eyes.

Imperial infantry formed neat queues in the city, advancing rapidly under the command and organization of officers at all levels, heading to important locations in the city such as armories and banks.

"Boom—"

An armored vehicle equipped with machine guns drove slowly on the road, and a loud voice came from the loudspeaker on its top: "The Imperial Army has entered the city, please stay at home, remain calm, and do not move around—"

"Mom, I'm scared, those Imperials...will, will they really eat children's souls?"

"Don't be afraid, child, that's just a rumor."

"But I heard that—"

Such conversations took place in many houses in the city. The people of Eisengard were panicked about the entry of the Imperial Army, and they cowered in their respective homes, trembling.

After all, in the official propaganda of Thrace, the soldiers of the Blazing Ember Empire were greedy and brutal monsters.

Although the people of Eisengard were located at the junction of Thrace and North Aisel, they were actually in the hinterland of the Kingdom of Thrace, and had enjoyed decades of peace.

Even the war in the south and the rebellion in the north only increased their tax burden, and the war never directly affected the city.

But now, the arrival of the Blazing Ember Empire completely changed everything.

"Boom—"

The earth let out a dull roar.

Outside Eisengard, steam tanks galloped across the land, wyverns soared in the sky, and the Imperial Army, like a flood released from a gate, poured into the Thracian region through the Elbert Pass.

Eisengard fell, and the all-out war between the Blazing Ember Empire and the Kingdom of Thrace—completely broke out.

......

Kingdom of Thrace, Augusta.

"Extra! Extra! The Blazing Ember Empire declares war on the Kingdom of Thrace! Eisengard is captured!"

"What? Eisengard has fallen?"

"Amanata be praised!"

"That's the only gateway to the north! An indestructible fortress, actually breached like this?"

The army of the Blazing Ember Empire drove straight in, rampaging through Thracian territory, advancing at lightning speed, while the city of Augusta was in an uproar, falling into great panic.

The Blazing Ember Empire was like a huge blade, hanging over the heads of everyone in the city.

In nearly a hundred years, apart from the civil wars of the three major kingdoms, this was the first time that a truly meaningful "foreign enemy" had invaded Fadlan.