Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

The force field shields were exceptionally sturdy and indestructible. Armored vehicles towing mortars, steam tanks, and even the Empire's army followed behind the giant armor, dodging the Thracian garrison's bombardment.

However, the dragon swarm and airships in the sky were not so lucky. Large numbers of wyverns were engulfed in flames, and airships turned into massive fireballs, plummeting rapidly to the ground, eventually exploding with a thunderous roar.

Arturo raised the longsword in his hand and roared furiously, "All troops, listen up—open fire! Blast open the Thracians' tortoise shell for me!"

Instantly, the mortar and steam tank barrels were raised in unison, with brilliant flames and endless smoke erupting from their muzzles.

"Boom—"

One after another, terrifying shells bombarded the light screen, the powerful shockwaves causing the city walls to shake once more, and several more soldiers fell, wailing, from the ramparts.

Behind the Empire's阵地, court mages, staves in hand, floated in mid-air, chanting ancient Dragon Tongue in low voices.

"Roar—"

Accompanying the roar in the sky, nine fire dragons with bared fangs and brandished claws pounced towards Augustus, unleashing a monstrous sea of fire, ruthlessly incinerating the city walls, causing the light screen to flicker incessantly.

These were spells released using the Blazing Emperor's power, possessing the power of high-level spells above the eighth circle, enough to destroy a city.

However, magic has a heritage, requiring a long accumulation, and the Empire obviously did not have this condition.

And the Thracian Arcane Legion was by no means ordinary. They possessed a profound foundation inherited from the Holy Faderan, and their ranks even included legendary mages.

"Shua—"

Accompanied by extremely intense magical network fluctuations, a huge vortex appeared in mid-air, releasing an extremely strong suction force, engulfing all the flames into the elemental tower.

And those giant armors also combined their respective force field shields to form a force field barrier that was like a fortress and indestructible.

"Boom—"

A dazzling pillar of fire tore through the sky, piercing through a dozen magical barriers in succession, and was finally blocked by the giant shields of the armored corps, turning into a sky full of flames.

"Damn Thracians!"

"Destroy them!"

The Empire's officers once again brandished their sabers, issuing roars full of anger.

The Empire's firepower became even more fierce, the heavy artillery in the distance launched another volley, and the steam tanks on the front line also fired armor-piercing rounds, and even the army was frantically pouring out bullets, with gunfire and gunpowder smoke almost covering the front line.

In the high sky, Smaug also spread his wings, raised his head and howled, exuding a terrifying dragon might.

"Roar—"

In an instant, the Empire's dragon swarm, composed of thousands of sub-dragons, surged like dark clouds, flapping their wings in a disorderly manner, and pounced towards Augustus City.

They searched for loopholes in the light screen, quickly drilled into them, and pounced on the Empire soldiers on the city wall, unscrupulously scratching, tearing, and spewing out scorching dragon flames.

Immediately, the Thracians were panicked and in a mess, and noisy noises and screams echoed in the sky above the city wall.

"Damn beasts!"

"Quick! Archers, kill all these scraps!"

Soon, under the order of the officers, the Thracian soldiers raised their bows and crossbows, constantly shooting at the sub-dragons in the sky.

The soldiers holding golden shields and holding spears stood at the forefront, resisting the sub-dragon's swooping attack, and pierced the sky with their spears, often penetrating the sub-dragon's heart.

Beside the Sun God ballista in the distance, the soldiers struggled to turn the winch, accumulating power, and the golden giant arrows shot out could even penetrate three or four sub-dragons at a time, stringing them together.

The sub-dragons wailed and roared, blood and scales splattering, and sub-dragons continued to fall from the sky, but many soldiers were also burned to death by dragon flames, pierced by poisonous tails, and even had their heads bitten off alive.

"Aww—"

But the wyverns were also particularly cunning. They pounced on the bed crossbows in groups, waving their sharp claws, stabbing out their long tails, and spewing out scorching dragon flames, burning those precious Sun God bed crossbows and the soldiers who operated them into coke.

The city wall was in chaos, and the bloody and chaotic battle gave the Empire's main force a rare respite and gave them the opportunity to tear open the light screen.

Those giant armors came to the light screen, and spiral spears engraved with space magic stretched out from their arms.

These behemoths leaped high, and the flame injectors on their elbows accelerated the propulsion, and the spiral spears slammed into the light screen with an unstoppable momentum.

In an instant, the indestructible light screen trembled, twisted, and then gradually showed dense spiderweb-like cracks.

Subsequently, the main guns of the tanks raised their barrels and launched another volley, each armor-piercing shell shooting at the weak point of the light screen, making it even more dim.

"Kacha—"

Finally, a huge gap appeared in the light screen, and the Empire's army poured into the interior of the light screen through the gap like a flood that had been released.

Seeing this scene, the Thracian officer on the city wall quickly shouted, "The Holy Barrier is about to shatter! Stop them!"

"Boom—"

The iron gates of Augustus slowly rose, and accompanied by dull footsteps, huge iron golems walked out from them, pouncing towards the giant armor outside the light screen.

The iron golem roared, the alchemy matrix on its body shone brightly, it waved its iron fist and slammed it hard at the giant armor in front of it.

However, the giant armor stretched out its force field shield from its left arm to block the opponent's heavy punch, and the elemental heavy cannon on its right arm fired a dazzling pillar of fire, instantly piercing through the iron golem's abdomen, destroying the exquisite and complex alchemy matrix inside it.

Hundreds of missiles were also fired from behind the giant armor, continuously bombarding those iron golems, blasting them with scorched black, and roaring with exasperation.

Soon, one of the iron golems also aimed at the giant armor's head, and punched out, directly smashing the alloy-built head into scrap iron, and the giant armor also crashed down, and the drivers inside were crushed into meat patties.

"Boom! Boom!"

These behemoths wrestled together, fists cast from steel and heavy punches made of alloy crisscrossed, causing the city walls to tremble and the ground to crack.

However, steam tanks and the Empire's army were not useless in this war. They kept pulling the trigger, pouring out bullets, creating dense small holes in the bodies of those iron golems.

"Amanata is above—look, what is that?"

"God, God啊..."

Suddenly, a portal slowly opened, and a massive shadow, stretching two hundred meters long, appeared in the distant sky, like a floating fortress—it was the flagship of the Ember Empire's Third Airship Legion, the Istaria.

This airship drew upon the hellish technology provided by Bayer, powered by twelve hellfire furnaces connected in parallel; gear sets converted the heat of the magma into pulsating magical power that drove runic pistons, and the exhaust from the steam valves formed sulfurous cloud storms.

But the most terrifying thing was the weapon of destruction in its belly—the "Annihilation Maw" class magic-guided orbital bombardment cannon.

This thirty-meter-long heavy cannon was entirely black, covered in hideous horns, and its hexagonal barrel was forged from Purgatory Black Iron, inlaid with 17 layers of arcane rune plating, each firing requiring the consumption of energy ore worth tens of thousands of gold coins.

This was the Empire's most destructive and lethal weapon at this stage, and its purpose on the battlefield was only one—to breach the city of Augusta!

"Prepare to fire!"

Inside the airship, hundreds of Imperial soldiers were loading energy crystals, turning valves, and sulfurous steam surged continuously, while the exaggeratedly large barrel slowly rotated under the action of mechanical gears.

The captain of the "Istaria" stared at the jumping needle on the instrument panel and personally cut off the safety valve: "Let those cowardly Thracians witness the true aesthetics of violence!"

"Buzz—"

At this moment, the dark muzzle was aimed at the city of Augusta, releasing an incomparably dazzling light.

The energy fluctuations alone caused the wind and clouds to surge within a dozen miles, dust and smoke swept across the earth, and even space was twisted and folded.

This shot was very likely to break through the Holy Domain!

Looking at the light at the muzzle, even Wilhelm, who was suspended above the Sun Spire, suddenly opened his eyes wide, his voice filled with anger: "Stop them!"

"For Thrace!"

"For Amanata! Destroy that heavy cannon!"

In an instant, the Angelic descendants surrounding the Sun Spire let out a battle cry, brandishing burning longswords, spreading their wings, and swooping down with a piercing screech.

Direna charged at the forefront, her eyes gleaming with divine light, holding aloft the Judgment Sword, commanding the many Angelic descendants.

"Roar—"

Under Smaug's roar, the Wyverns, like surging dark clouds and spreading tides, rushed forward, vying to block the Angelic descendants' offensive.

However, countless light blades intertwined in the sky, easily tearing apart space, and scalding dragon blood and hideous severed limbs splashed in the high sky.

In just an instant, the Angelic descendants slaughtered all the Wyverns blocking their path, countless Wyvern limbs were severed, and they fell miserably to the ground.

"His Majesty Wilhelm will grant you death!"

Direna waved her longsword, her momentum fierce. These Angelic descendants dragged golden light, like stars streaking across the sky, and attacked the Istaria in the distance.

However, just then, a clear dragon roar came from their upper side, and a vast dragon might swept over, even these Angelic descendants felt a burst of trance and fear.

"Impossible, we are descendants of the Sun God, how could we be afraid?!"

"That is—"

Direna raised her head in surprise, only to see a huge, hideous red dragon phantom appear above them, and the one who summoned this phantom was nearly three hundred fully armed Wyvern Knights—the Crimson Scale Conquerors!

"Crimson Scale Conquerors—Dragon Roar Charge!" Alger raised the Everburning Greatsword, opened his mouth, and let out a vast dragon roar, followed by the Crimson Scale Conquerors roaring and launching a charge.

Those voices intertwined, resonated, and ultimately created a dragon might as if the Ember Emperor himself had descended!

At the same time, the red dragon phantom behind them became more and more huge and majestic—this was the Dragon Roar Charge that gathered the power of all the Crimson Scale Conquerors!

At Alger's command, the Wyvern swarm's dive tore through the clouds, and the serrations on the edges of the dragon wings rubbed against the air to create scorching tail flames.

Taking advantage of the momentum of the dive, Alger waved the Everburning Greatsword and directly chopped off the head of an Angelic descendant, while the other Crimson Scale Conquerors held Crimson Dragon Spears and easily pierced the chests of the Angelic descendants.

However, Direna had already awakened from her trance, and looking at the Wyvern Knight appearing in front of her, an uncontrollable anger appeared on her delicate face, and dazzling divine light burst out from her whole body.

"Dragon lackeys! You are courting death! Who gave you the courage—to harm the descendants of the Sun God!"

Countless spears of condensed holy light flew out from behind Direna, instantly piercing the chests of seven Crimson Scale Conquerors. The Judgment Sword waved in the air, and three Wyverns were cut in half at the waist, their blood soaring into the sky.

At this moment, the Angelic descendants also woke up one after another, wielding the burning longswords in their hands, releasing terrifying divine power attacks, and fighting with the Crimson Scale Conquerors.

Explosion flares flashed continuously in the clouds, more than a hundred Wyverns climbed with injured bodies, and red and golden blood intertwined into a rainbow of death, with Angelic descendants and Crimson Scale Conquerors constantly falling from the sky.

In this chaotic battle, Mantou gripped his spear tightly and launched a charge towards an Angelic descendant who had his back to him.

"Birdman, don't run!"

"Swish—"

"Overestimating yourself." Direna cleaved the Crimson Scale Conqueror chasing from behind in half with a sword, then waved her wings, turning into a stream of light that streaked across the sky, flying towards the orbital cannon that was about to fire.

Direna, holding aloft the Judgment Sword in her hand, the golden flames turned into a giant sword tens of meters long, and fell rapidly from the sky, slashing towards the Istaria airship.

"For the Lord of Eternal Radiance!" The power of the Sun God poured out, as if the sky was split by this Angelic duke, and even the clouds were torn apart.

However, a giant hand condensed from dragon flames appeared in the high sky, unexpectedly catching this sword head-on!

"Impossible, this is impossible!" Seeing this scene, Direna's face turned pale, her face full of disbelief.

Only to see Misha appear with fire and ashes, reaching out her left hand, resisting the sky, her tone cold and indifferent: "Your Sun God has already fallen into eternal slumber.

And the fate of you remnants of the old era is only one—that is to be completely destroyed by the Empire!"

"Gravity distortion field charging 90%… Hellfire furnace overload warning!"

"Charging complete!"

At this moment, the "Annihilation Maw" finally finished accumulating energy, and a beam of light nearly ten meters in diameter burst out, tearing the sky apart, and bombarded Augusta, a dozen miles away, like divine punishment.

"Boom—"