Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

“Hahaha! My chainsword is already thirsty!”

“Take this!”

The Dragonscale Marines, wielding bolters and swinging chainswords, charged towards Saint Michael's City wave after wave.

As products of the Empire's gene-modification technology, their charging method differed from ordinary soldiers. Others ran on two legs, while they climbed into "flying cannons" and launched themselves.

Some Dragonscale Marines even grabbed the claws of wyverns, releasing their grip as they approached Saint Michael's City, calculating their position to fall directly down.

Simply crashing into the crowd could cause hundreds of casualties, smashing the Thracian soldiers into mincemeat and sending their flesh flying.

“Boom!”

A tide of steel descended from the sky, crashing onto the city walls with a deafening roar, using dozens of Thracian soldiers as meat cushions.

“Hahaha! A good day starts with boarding action!”

This guy was completely immersed in role-playing, forgetting his identity as the Mechanicus Guild Leader, and had become a complete war maniac.

“What a beast!”

“Quick, kill him!”

“That damned dragonspawn! How did he get here!”

The surrounding Thracian soldiers, though terrified, still gathered around, firing their outdated, double-barreled shotguns that the Empire had phased out years ago.

“Bang! Bang!”

The hot lead bullets struck the Steel Behemoth's exoskeleton armor, bouncing off easily without leaving even a tiny mark.

“Dare to fight back?”

The Steel Behemoth raised an eyebrow, lifted the bolter in his hand, and aimed the muzzle, with a caliber comparable to a small cannon, at the group of Thracian soldiers.

“Bang!”

The muzzle flashed, and the bullet exploded into countless fragments before hitting its target, forming a storm of metal shrapnel that tore the panicked Thracian soldiers to pieces.

“Bang! Bang!”

With a few more loud roars, the Steel Behemoth fired several shots at the surroundings, creating another scene of flying flesh and blood, the fan-shaped firepower shredding everything nearby.

“Amanata, a monster, that's simply a monster!”

“Don't get close to it!”

“By the Sun God, how can there be such a thing? Even bullets can't hurt it!”

Faced with the shattered corpses of their comrades, the Thracian soldiers finally lost all courage. Their faces turned pale, their legs trembled, and they retreated involuntarily, instinctively wanting to get away from the monster in front of them.

“Tsk tsk, this is the feeling I want.” The Steel Behemoth blew away the smoke from the muzzle, then drew his chainsword, grinning, “Since you don't dare to come, I'll come and find you myself!”

The Steel Behemoth leaped into the chaotic crowd.

“God!”

“He's coming!”

Faced with the attack of the Dragonscale Marine, these Thracian soldiers were like frightened sheep, panicking and confused, not knowing what to do.

“Hooah!”

The Steel Behemoth charged forward aggressively, throwing a punch that caused the head of the Thracian soldier in front of him to explode like a watermelon, red and white matter splattering everywhere.

Then, he grabbed another soldier by the neck and threw him directly off the high city wall.

“No, no, help me—”

The soldier let out a terrified wail, but within seconds, the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground came from below, and the soldier was no more.

The surrounding soldiers fled in terror, pushing each other, with cries and wails constantly echoing.

But some Thracian soldiers recognized the situation and wanted to fight back desperately, slashing their swords at the Dragonscale Marine's back, gritting their teeth and roaring, “Kill him! Fight to the death! If we don't get rid of this guy, none of us will survive!”

The sound of limbs being torn apart echoed across the city, making one's scalp tingle.

The chainsword tore apart the Thracian soldiers who wanted to sneak attack as if it were tearing apart a few pieces of damp rags, cutting them in half at the waist, blood spurting from the cut and splashing on the Steel Behemoth's face.

“Glorious, glorious!” Bathing in blood, the Steel Behemoth charged into the crowd like a Baal Chosen, killing indiscriminately.

“Buzz—”

Another sword slashed down diagonally, the rapidly rotating chainsword cutting through flesh and bone, cutting off the Thracian soldier's shoulder along with most of his upper body, various internal organs gushing out.

This was the ultimate violent aesthetics of the Dragonscale Marines, allowing these mortal soldiers to feel a primal fear from the depths of their souls.

“Monster!”

“Amanata!”

At this moment, these Imperial soldiers could not even muster a single thought of resistance, leaving only instinctive panic.

“Bang!”

Another roaring gunshot, the bolter spitting fire, and the Thracian soldiers in front of him fell to the ground in pieces, lifeless.

With the soldiers beside him slaughtered, the Steel Behemoth turned his head and looked at another group of soldiers with glowing eyes.

“What, what is he going to do?”

“No way.”

The group of soldiers being stared at stood in place, their legs trembling. They had witnessed the brutal massacre of this monster with their own eyes.

“Boom!!”

A black shadow flashed across the sky, and the Steel Behemoth laughed loudly, “Come, who dares to fight me!”

Under the impact of the Dragonscale Marines, several weak gaps had appeared in the walls of Saint Michael's City, and corpses were piled up everywhere.

At the same time, the Empire's firepower bombardment became more and more intense, and wyverns loaded with ammunition swept across the sky time and time again, dropping dense rain-like bombs.

The continuous explosions terrified the people hiding in the city, and they could only curl up in the corners and shiver.

Immediately afterward, those whale-like airships swept across the sky, connected in a line, casting a huge shadow that obscured the city below.

Any Thracian soldiers who poked their heads out would be subjected to a barrage of elemental laser cannons and machine guns from the belly of the airship, dying without a burial place.

“Help me.”

“God, save us.”

The Thracian soldiers huddled in the corners of the city, desperately praying to the gods in their hearts, begging for their forgiveness.

But soon, heavy footsteps came, and giant armor appeared on the roads. They lowered their heads and stretched out their machine guns towards the soldiers deep in the alleys.

“Bang!”

“Blasphemers! You will all be judged!”

A furious voice came from overhead, and the Angelic Scion vigorously flapped his wings, wielding a flaming longsword, and golden blades of light flew out.

The wyverns soaring in the sky had their wings severed, the steam tanks galloping on the earth were split in half, and even the Dragonscale Marines fighting in the crowd had their heads cut off.

“Surround her!”

“That's the enemy's Duchess!”

“Come quickly, there's a big monster here! Level invisible!”

In an instant, hundreds of players swarmed up, waving the swords in their hands, releasing various spells such as flames, thunder, and frost, and launching attacks on the Angelic Scion.

Some players even climbed directly onto the Angelic Scion's body, three circles inside and three circles outside, completely wrapping him up.

“Judgment—”

The Angelic Scion raised his longsword in extreme anger, golden flames bursting out of his eyes.

“Swish—”

In an instant, the wings unfolded, and ten thousand dazzling golden lights were released. The players surrounding the Angelic Scion were burned in the light and eventually turned to ashes.

However, soon, more Imperial soldiers and players gathered around the Angelic Scion, and countless bullets and shells poured down.

“Bang!”

A bullet engraved with penetrating magic pierced a wing, causing golden-red blood to splatter, and blood-stained feathers fell from the air.

The Angelic Scion, like a trapped beast that had been enraged, suddenly turned around and roared, “Foolish mortals, you are courting death—”

But soon, a silver arrow pierced through the shield, piercing his shoulder, and the arrowhead exploded in his body, blasting half of his body charred black.

The Angelic Scion let out a painful roar, but the players showed no mercy, and the means of attack became more and more vicious and ruthless.

Dragonsworn Paladins wearing scaled heavy armor and holding giant shields stood in the front, attracting the Angelic Scion's attacks, while archers, mages, warlocks, and many other ranged classes madly outputted from behind.

For example, the notorious rogue player [Night's Poem], wielding a hand crossbow that exuded a viscous black mist, specialized in shooting at the Angelic Scion's lower body, and it actually worked.

“Shred—”

A black arrow cut through the air, hitting the bullseye, just piercing into the Angelic Scion's rear.

The Angelic Scion's expression changed drastically, first with shame and anger, then with uncontrollable rage, his whole body trembling violently, even the wings on his back shaking.

“Hit!” Night's Poem grinned and couldn't help cheering.

“You shameless scum! You should be trapped in the sacred fires of the sun for eternity, and even your soul will be evaporated!”

Braving the fierce attack, the Angelic Scion waved his tattered wings and rushed towards Night's Poem in exasperation, beheading him with a single sword, blood spraying three meters high.

“What the?”

The onlookers were stunned and marveled, sighing that he was worthy of being one of the famous "Four Beasts", and he could actually pull aggro to this point.

At this moment, a loud dragon roar came from overhead, and Singo, driving a dragon, swooped down from the sky, pulling the longbow in his hand to the full, and a magic mark appeared on the Angelic Scion's chest.

But at this moment, the severely injured Angelic Scion could hardly dodge, and could only raise the flaming longsword in his hand, glaring at the players in the distance.

“Swoosh—”

Accompanied by the roar of thunder, the long arrow flashing with light tore through the sky and shot towards the Angelic Scion's chest like a shooting star.

Finally, the terrifying long arrow ruthlessly pierced through his chest, piercing the Angelic Scion's beating heart, completing the final end.

“How could this be…”

The Angelic Scion spat out a mouthful of golden blood, kneeling on the ground, the wings on his back drooping weakly—how could he, such a noble Scion, be killed by a group of lowly mortals?

“Damn, this boss is about to die!”

“It's Singo again!”

“I'm really convinced, after working hard for most of the day, he still snatches the kill!”

“Hurry up and output, maybe you can get some experience!”

“Practice more if you're bad, can you blame me for not being able to steal the kill? Why don't you think more about your own problems?” Singo circled in the air, sneered, and drove the dragon away.

The remaining players were exasperated and vented their anger on the dying Angelic Scion, showering him with attacks.

But unexpectedly, a divine light suddenly burst out from the Angelic Scion's eyes, and a dazzling light also shone from his heart, almost making his body transparent, and a majestic energy wave emanated.

“That's—”

“This boss is going to self-destruct!”

“Run!”

Suddenly, the players who were surrounding him were shocked, but it was too late to dodge.

With a dazzling light, the divine power core in the Angelic Scion's body exploded directly, and the majestic torrent of energy directly devoured everything around it, blasting a huge hole in the city wall.

“Your Excellency, let's go, leave here!”

“But this is Saint Michael's City, a fortress in the eastern part of the kingdom. Once Saint Michael's falls, the armies of the Burning Empire will threaten Augustus and His Majesty!” Tirena was still a little hesitant.

She came with Wilhelm's mission. If she didn't hold Saint Michael's, her prestige in the country would be greatly reduced.

At this moment, Misha in the distance also discovered Tirena's whereabouts. She rode on Smaug's back and pointed to the Angelic Scion aggressively: “Chase, that's the Thracian Scion Duchess, Wilhelm's confidante, we must not let her escape!”

“Boom!”

Accompanied by the sound of air bursting, a fireball containing complex energy flew from a distance.

Tirena quickly gathered her wide wings to block the incoming fireball.

The Angelic Scion next to her desperately resisted the wyvern's attack, roaring and persuading, “Your Excellency, Saint Michael's City can no longer be defended. We must return to Augustus to see His Majesty Wilhelm!

Your existence is more important than Saint Michael's City. Only Angelic Scions, only the power of His Majesty Amanata, can save Thrace!”

“Go!” Tirena looked at the pursuing Imperial soldiers and couldn't help gritting her teeth, then raised the flaming longsword in her hand.

A ray of light was released from the tip of the sword, soaring into the sky, and a melodious hymn sounded, causing violent fluctuations in the surrounding space.

“Lock down the surrounding space for me!” Misha ordered sharply, then waved her slender hand, and countless chains wrapped around the space, solidifying the magic net.

“A mere dragon minion dares to stop me! I am a follower of His Majesty Amanata, the Duchess of Thrace!”

The divine power released from Tirena's sword was unparalleled, and in an instant, the dazzling light pierced through the sky, and the Angelic Scions turned into holy brilliance and disappeared in place.

When Misha arrived, the Angelic Scions were gone, leaving only a scene of devastation.

Misha rode on Smaug's back, overlooking the riddled Saint Michael's, and looking at the soldiers wailing in the smoke, her eyes were cold:

Your so-called Thrace will soon cease to exist under the iron hooves of the Empire. (End of Chapter)