Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

“Cluster attack!”

“Boom—”

Dozens of airships simultaneously raised the cannons at their bottoms, the muzzles erupting with thick beams of light that converged on a single point, focusing their fire on the towering barrier.

Immediately afterward, the empire's阵地内的上千门重炮再度开火,密密麻麻的炮弹将天空占据,绚刺眼的火光令人睁不开眼,刺鼻的浓烟弥漫在荒原上.

The steam tanks in the distance also launched a volley, but dared not rush forward rashly again, with many charred wrecks lying nearby.

Under such an offensive, amidst repeated violent explosions, the ripples in the light membrane grew more intense, yet no cracks appeared, remaining exceptionally sturdy.

However, at that moment, space was torn apart by tongues of fire, accompanied by a “tearing” sound, as massive rifts appeared within the imperial阵地内.

Twelve robed术士 flew out from within, led by a young woman.

She had a cascade of scarlet hair and eyes as brilliant as gold, radiating a faint draconic威.

Seeing Misha's arrival, Dror hurriedly stepped forward to greet her: "Excellent, Duchess Misha, you've finally arrived. Our troops have been held up here for days, unable to break through this barrier."

Misha gazed at the towering, majestic barrier, her eyes narrowing slightly, her gaze flickering: "That's the炽日壁垒, is it? Such strong energy fluctuations."

Dror nodded in deep agreement: "It's an ancient device left behind by the Sacred Fadelan, capable of storing sunlight and converting it into its own energy.

Relief finally spread across Dror's taut face: "Wonderful, I've been waiting for you to say that. At nightfall, we shall launch a general assault, determined to seize圣米迦勒城 in one fell swoop!"

"Of course, Emperor Keishus will protect us," Misha said softly.

Night gradually fell, but圣米迦勒城 remained enveloped in a light membrane, still as bright as day, appearing from afar like a city built within a恒星.

“Whoosh—”

Streaks of light-trailing shells tore through the night sky, bombarding the light membrane outside the city like meteors, creating explosions that made it flicker incessantly, yet still unable to shake this stubborn defense.

“Damn帝国人!”

“It never ends, they're so noisy I can't sleep!”

“Amanata above, when will we drive out these damn dragon眷属!”

The soldiers stationed on the city walls cursed and complained incessantly, but there was little fear in their tone.

For the residents of圣米迦勒城, this had even become commonplace; many had grown accustomed to the roar of cannon fire, falling soundly asleep amidst the constant, deafening noise.

"It seems the situation is far more serious than we imagined. The燃烬帝国's army is powerful."

A beautiful female angel神裔 in silver armor flapped her wings and slowly landed atop the city wall.

This was Tirena Sta Angel, the神裔公爵 of the Kingdom of Thrace, and one of Wilhelm's most trusted subordinates.

Tirena had originally been stationed in the south, commanding the angel神裔 legion, battling the Kingdom of Kasander and the Seleucid Kingdom.

But now, to resist the invasion of the燃烬帝国, Wilhelm had even transferred her to the north, reluctantly abandoning large swathes of territory in the south.

A human officer stood beside her, his face full of flattery: "Duchess Tirena, as long as you are here, no one can capture圣米迦勒.

Moreover, we have the炽日壁垒, specially bestowed by His Majesty Wilhelm. These crude, barbaric帝国人 cannot comprehend the greatness of the Sun God at all!"

Tirena shook her head, looked up at the sky, her delicate face flickering in the firelight of the explosions: "No, we cannot underestimate them. I must say, these帝国人 are very talented in warfare.

In just a few short years, they have been able to build such a terrifying army. No wonder North Aisel and the High Mountain Kingdom have been conquered by them."

She cast a sharp glance at the officer beside her and continued: "But you are right about one thing—these帝国人 underestimate the power of the Sun God too much, daring to play with fire in my presence!"

Tirena suddenly flapped her wings, soared into the air, then raised the burning sword in her hand, her voice resounding powerfully: "Only the sun is the source of all fire and light!"

“Boom—”

A dazzling golden light shot into the sky, forming a huge sphere of light high above, like a miracle descended from the Sun God.

Immediately afterward, the twelve light prisms rotated in unison, aiming at the sky, gathering the sunlight, making the light sphere in the sky even more dazzling, like a real sun, illuminating half the sky.

“It’s Lady Tirena!”

“Amanata above, this is simply a miracle!”

Under the soldiers' admiring gazes, the light sphere released countless streams of light that streaked across the sky, plummeting towards the distant imperial阵地.

“Boom!”

“Boom! Boom!”

The firelight fell, triggering violent explosions within the imperial阵地.

Amidst the earth-shattering roar, steam tanks were blasted into charred wrecks, airships transformed into huge balls of burning fire, crashing to the ground one after another, and thousands of soldiers wailed in the sea of fire.

A piercing alarm sounded, and the empire's阵地 fell into chaos.

“Activate energy shields!”

“Damn it, it’s those Thracians!”

Giant armored units hoisted huge shields, releasing hexagonal force field shields one hundred meters in diameter. These force field shields linked together, enveloping the sky above the imperial阵地.

Hundreds of mages waved their staffs, casting rain spells, frost spells, and other spells in succession, extinguishing the sea of fire within the阵地.

Finally, the fire meteors released from the light sphere were blocked by the force field shields, and order was gradually restored within the empire's阵地, but with the loss of seven airships, a dozen tanks, and thousands of soldiers.

“Damn Thracians!”

Dror roared with a contorted face, slamming his fist heavily on the table, sending wood chips flying and shattering the table into countless small pieces.

“I want them dead! I want to crush these Thracians and let them see the true power of the empire!!”

The大地精 panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot, gradually calming down, and said to the messenger: "Go, go tell Duchess Misha, I will make these Thracians pay the price!"

“Yes, sir.”

Misha flapped her dragon wings, standing in the high sky with eleven dragon pactsworn, looking towards the distant sphere of light.

She said with a solemn expression: "It really is her, Tirena, the angel-blooded Duchess of the Thracian Kingdom, a legendary powerhouse.

However—before the master's power, even if your gods descend in person, it will be of no avail, only to be destroyed by dragon flames!"

Soon, a messenger riding a flying dragon rushed to the sky, anxiously informing Misha of Drol's orders.

Misha nodded, then looked around, her sharp gaze sweeping across the faces of the dragon pactsworn.

"Everyone, it's time to let these lowly Thracians witness the power of the master, for the great Red Dragon!"

"For the great Red Dragon!"

The dragon pactsworn also shouted in unison, their faces devout, like fanatical believers about to hold a sacrificial ritual.

Before the words fell, Misha stretched out her hand, pointing to the distance.

She closed her eyes tightly, scarlet dragon scales appearing on her cheeks, flowing flames surrounding her body, and a vast dragon might emanating from her.

"Swimming in the molten gold vertical pupils, the mountains awaken on the spine, magma flows along the scales to form a new border—"

The dragon pactsworn behind Misha closed their eyes tightly, chanting dragon language hymns in low voices, and the dragon might became even stronger, almost solidifying.

Even huge red dragon phantoms appeared above their heads, roaring towards St. Michael in the distance.

"When the wings tear through the clouds, a sulfur storm will sweep the entire world—"

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The power bestowed by the Red Dragon within the dragon pactsworn transformed into rays of light, converging behind Misha along with the impassioned hymn.

Misha raised her finger, suddenly opened her eyes, and an extremely dazzling fire burst out from her golden pupils, and a thick and unmatched pillar of fire was released from her fingertip!

"Roar—"

The roar of a giant dragon came from the distant void, causing all things to tremble.

The blazing white pillar of fire was like a giant sword, tearing and penetrating the entire night sky.

"Kaisius be praised!"

"What is that?"

"It's Lord Misha! She possesses the power bestowed by His Majesty Kaisius, those Thracians are doomed!"

The soldiers of the empire raised their heads and looked at the pillar of fire in the sky, their expressions extremely fanatical and joyful.

Drol's face was filled with vengeful pleasure, and he roared into the intercom: "Fire! Fire everything!"

"I want those Thracians to pay the most painful price! Let them regret being enemies with the Blazing Empire for the rest of their lives!"

Along with the sound of exploding air, the pillar of fire carried an unstoppable momentum, bombarding towards the distant Sunburst Bulwark.

"Amanata be praised... What terrifying power, quick! Block that breath!" Tirena's expression changed drastically, and she quickly flapped her wings, raised her long sword, and poured the vast divine power into the Sun Core Eye.

The dozen or so angel-blooded also flew up one after another, raised their flame long swords, and a dozen rays of light merged into the light membrane one after another, making the light membrane more solid, and a rotating sun sacred emblem appeared on its surface.

"Block it!"

"At all costs!"

"For Thrace, for Amanata!"

The dozens of sun priests poured the gold powder containing divine power into the solar holy urn again, the liquid sunlight energy in the urn boiled violently, and a sun wheel totem appeared in the mirror.

At this moment, St. Michael was completely shrouded in light, like a miracle, and mortals could hardly open their eyes.

"Boom!"

The pillar of fire slammed into the light membrane, and the explosion in the sky was like a supernova explosion, releasing terrifying energy, creating a shock wave that swept the world, overturning the ground and tearing the clouds apart.

The moment it hit the light membrane, the ground in front of St. Michael suddenly became transparent—the hard, thick granite layer vaporized in a fraction of a second, forming a sea of boiling magma.

The golden dome wailed under the continuous bombardment of the pillar of fire, and the seven hundred and twenty alchemy matrices on the Sunburst Bulwark flashed simultaneously.

The sacred runes that had been circulating for three centuries on the surface of the light membrane began to peel off piece by piece, like melted gold foil scattered in the void.

With the position bombarded by the pillar of fire as the center, the light membrane flickered and trembled constantly, and fine spider web-like cracks began to appear on it.

"We must not let them break the Sunburst Bulwark!"

Tirena roared, divine light burst out from her eyes, and golden flames窜 out from her mouth and nose.

Her body became translucent in the endless light, and even the bones inside could be seen, and glowing cracks appeared on her skin, obviously she had already tried her best.

But the pillar of fire did not weaken at all, and even became more violent, with extremely high-level energy涌现 from it.

At the same time, ten thousand cannons roared in the empire's陣地, and countless shells dragged flames and smoke across the sky, bombarding the light membrane, causing the light membrane to flicker.

In the past, the light membrane released by the Sunburst Fortress could easily withstand everything, but now, under the bombardment of the pillar of fire, it was a little overwhelmed and became more and more虛化.

"Lord, it's almost at the critical point!"

The chief sun priest roared, spitting out blood沫, he injected all his strength into the Sun Core Eye, and the sun wheel in his pupils became more and more黯淡.

"No—"

"This is impossible!"

Tirena roared撕心裂肺, two golden blood痕流淌 down from the corners of her eyes, her tone full of不甘.

But even she could no longer stop the terrifying pillar of fire, and could only watch as the surface of the light membrane was covered with cracks.

Finally, with a clear sound like glass breaking, the light membrane that enveloped the city suddenly shattered, turning into countless energy fragments containing the divine power of the sun.

The pillar of fire also directly bombarded the Sunburst Bulwark, melting it, and piercing a huge hole with a diameter of more than ten meters in the center, with boiling red iron水流淌 inside.

"God..."

"Amanata be praised! Our bulwark! It's going to fall!"

"Boom—"

In the roaring friction of metal, in the哀嚎 and screams of soldiers, the towering bulwark collapsed, becoming the tomb of countless Thracians.

The Sunburst Bulwark, which has been流传 in Fadlan for hundreds of years and has blocked countless invasions of邪魔, no longer exists.

Without the obstruction of the light membrane, the empire's炮弹 fell like raindrops,炸裂 on the city wall, instantly奪走 countless守軍's lives, and摧殘 the city wall千瘡百孔.

And steam tanks and armored vehicles roared over the earth, launching a 集群冲锋 towards St. Michael's City.

"For the Empire!"

"Long live the great Red Dragon!"

The soldiers shouted slogans and涌来 to the south, this is the moment to counterattack!(End of this chapter)