Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

However, Wilhelm hovered in the sky, the six wings on his back slowly fluttering, as he raised the Spear of Final Judgment in his hand, his expression exceptionally indifferent.

“They were traitors to the Thracian Kingdom, and to become members of the Holy Guard and dedicate their souls to the Kingdom is their life's honor!

You only need to know—they will become the Kingdom's sharp blade, and as for where this power comes from? That is not important. As long as we can complete the great cause of restoring the sacred Faderan, even sacrificing everything is worth it!”

Instantly, a commotion erupted within the city of Auguste, with people discussing and arguing incessantly.

“How could this be!”

“That is the power of Hell!”

“But Your Majesty, we are subjects of the Sun God, how can we collude with Hell?” A general who had been stationed in the south for several years stepped forward and knelt halfway towards the king.

“Yes, this is the City of Sunrise, a land shrouded in light, how can such evil exist?”

As for Tirena, she flapped her wings in mid-air, lowered her head, and remained silent.

As a Divine Descendant Duchess personally appointed by Wilhelm, and a well-known confidante, Tirena had long known that the king had signed a contract with Zariel, but she already had no choice.

The general named Clarence drew his sword and said in a sonorous voice, “Your Majesty, I urge you to return from your misguided path as soon as possible, return to the embrace of the Sun God, and walk the righteous path—”

Just then, he looked up and unexpectedly met Wilhelm's gaze.

Clarence was horrified to find that Wilhelm's eyes were exceptionally cold, carrying a kind of bone-piercing chill that made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

What kind of eyes were those!

Clearly they were sacred golden pupils, yet they were like a soul-devouring vortex, as if they wanted to draw his soul into them!

It seemed that only at this moment did Clarence truly recognize this 'King of Angels'.

“Within the territory of the sacred Faderan, my orders are the highest decree. Do you intend to launch a rebellion? Or even become my enemy?”

“No, Your Majesty, I don’t mean that.”

Clarence's face turned pale, and he collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Wilhelm looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes cold, and his voice as sharp as the wind: “With a great enemy at our doorstep, we must first secure our own house. Holy Guards, eliminate these traitors!”

“Yes, Your Majesty! Eliminate the rebels!”

Those Hell puppets called “Holy Guards” flapped their black wings and swooped down, the red-hot chains firmly entangling Clarence.

Clarence struggled frantically, the chains searing conspicuous scars on his body, and he wailed miserably, “Your Majesty, don't kill me! I have fought on all sides, giving my life for the Kingdom for more than twenty years!”

However, the emotionless Holy Guards did not care, and they swung their burning longswords, cleanly and neatly chopping at Clarence's neck.

“Swish—”

The head rolled several times on the ground, and even in death, his face still wore an expression of disbelief.

Clarence never expected that he, who had been stationed in the south for many years and was a meritorious general, would be executed so easily.

The city of Auguste was silent, without a sound.

And Wilhelm's indifferent voice echoed in the sky above the city: “Have you seen clearly? This is the fate of rebels!”

Under the gaze of the Thracians, Wilhelm wore golden armor, held a spiral spear, and the six wings on his back spread out, with a halo behind his head releasing thousands of rays of light.

The form of this “King of Angels” was still so sacred and majestic, like a son of the Sun God descending into the world, bringing endless light and heat.

But those Hell puppets with empty eyes and cracks all over their bodies flapped their black wings, surrounding Wilhelm, the interweaving of light and darkness, holiness and evil, making the scene somewhat strange.

Just then, a loud roar came from afar, Smaug stretched its neck and howled, the Imperial dragon swarm made a comeback, and various wyverns flapped their wings, surging towards the city walls like a tide.

Wilhelm raised the spiral spear and roared: “Holy Guards, eliminate these blasphemers!”

Before the words fell, this group of Hell puppets swooped down in clusters at an extremely fast speed, forming a mottled torrent in the sky, colliding with the Empire's dragon swarm.

In an instant, the power from Avernus erupted, and the raging hellfire soared into the sky, covering the sky, and countless wyverns were burned by the flames, wailing and falling to the ground.

“Extinguish the enemy's fire of hope, enforce order with an iron fist, the Dragon Lord is above all else!” Anthony raised his spear and jumped up, directly piercing the heart of a Hell puppet.

The Dragon Blessed Holy Warriors struck their heavy shields with longswords, the sound shaking the sky, their firm belief and will once again condensed into a huge red dragon phantom, pouncing on those Holy Guards.

“Roar—”

The red dragon phantom spewed out raging dragon flames, instantly burning several Hell puppets to ashes.

But these guys were fearless, surrounding the red dragon phantom and launching attacks with the power of hell, creating dense wounds on the phantom.

Dawei Tianlong shouted angrily, using the city wall as a springboard, leaping hundreds of meters high.

Immediately, this six-armed martial monk frantically waved his fists in mid-air, throwing out afterimages, and the fierce qi shattered a Hell puppet in mid-air, with black feathers flying everywhere.

Steel Frenzy casually found a larger two-legged wyvern, grabbed it and flew in the sky, he single-handedly pulled the bolt pistol, aimed at the distant Hell puppet, and tore it apart with a storm of metal shrapnel.

Then, he put the bolt pistol back on his back, grabbed the claws of the two-legged wyvern and shook it back and forth, relying on his terrifying explosive power to pounce dozens of meters away, using a high-speed rotating chainsword to split a Hell puppet in half from the top of its head.

“Boom!”

Dragon Scale Monk pinched half of the Hell puppet's wreckage and landed on the ground in a heroic landing posture.

“All troops attack!”

“Fire!”

At the same time, the Imperial armored corps outside the city also made a comeback, giant armor stepped forward, and hundreds of tanks galloped on the wasteland.

The mortars in the distance fired in unison, and the terrifying shells poured onto the walls of Auguste like a storm, and the fire and smoke created by the explosion almost submerged the city walls.

The city wall shook violently, and countless rubble fell.

At this critical moment, General Carlisle, the commander of the Third Defense Zone, suddenly raised his longsword and shouted hoarsely.

“Everyone—we are the proud children of the Sun God, the remnants of the sacred Faderan!

We will never be in league with Hell, and we will not tolerate the king who has been bewitched by demons to turn our relatives and friends—our compatriots—into dirty and filthy puppets, selling their souls!”

“Carlisle! You are courting death!”

Wilhelm's face darkened, his expression became extremely ferocious, and a vast pressure descended from the sky, sweeping in.

Even with the pressure descending, Carlisle struggled to support himself with his will, without bending his knees.

His voice was hoarse, but it was so sonorous and powerful: “This is not some noble virtue, but simply the bottom line that a Faderan person must have. To protect it, I would rather give my life!”

General Carlisle pointed the tip of his sword at Wilhelm in the sky, his eyes still exhausted, but revealing unparalleled firmness.

In the name of His Majesty Amanata, I hereby declare—that being who has been blinded by power and led into darkness by demons, sacrificing the people for his own selfish desires, is no longer worthy to be our monarch!”

He shouted like a martyr: “For Amanata, for the sacred Faderan, and for true light and justice! Attack!”

In an instant, the city gate of the Third Defense Zone slowly opened, and General Carlisle's thousands of trusted soldiers raised the weapons in their hands and launched an attack on the Holy Guards behind them.

But in front of the Holy Guards covering the sky and the powerful and holy King of Angels, they were like moths flying into the flame.

But soon, the Empire's army poured into the city of Auguste from the city gate of the Third Defense Zone, fighting side by side with those rebellious Thracian soldiers, and rushing towards Wilhelm in a mighty manner.

“General Carlisle.”

“He, he rebelled?”

But more Thracians were stunned in place, at a loss, they did not know whether to support their loyal monarch or the general who fought for justice and righteousness.

Even Tirena was stunned, and then sighed softly for this old comrade-in-arms.

Looking at the soldiers who defected at the last minute, Wilhelm's flawless face twisted, and his sun-wheel eyes revealed suppressed anger and endless hatred.

“Carlisle, I once valued you so much, but you have betrayed my trust.

Finally, the king personally took action. Wilhelm waved his six wings and slowly raised the Spear of Final Judgment in his hand. The sharp spear tip was covered with golden light, aiming at Carlisle in the distance.

“I will use your corpse to make everyone in Auguste understand—I am the Kingdom, I am Thrace! I am Faderan! Anyone who disobeys me is doomed to die!!

Before his words could fade, golden light had already coalesced in the sky into a giant spear over twenty meters long, like a divine weapon for judging all living beings.

Faced with the overwhelming aura pressing down on him, Carlisle gasped for breath, his legs trembling, as he mustered all his strength to stand.

He raised his head, his pupils reflecting the brilliant light, yet his eyes showed no fear: "False King, your rule will eventually be overthrown by the true sun!"

Hearing this, Wilhelm's eyes widened in fury, a blazing rage erupting in his pupils: "I am the true successor of Faderan!"

"Boom—"

A thunderous sound reverberated through the sky as the spiraling spear in Wilhelm's hand suddenly thrust forward, its sharp tip piercing through space.

The giant spear formed from golden light descended from the sky, transforming into a beam of light that pierced the heavens; though infinitely sacred, it was filled with the might to kill everything.

When only a hundred meters from the ground, it split into thousands of light spears, densely occupying the sky and shooting towards Carlisle and his loyal army.

"I will never yield to the False King!"

Carlisle roared, using the last of his strength to swing his longsword.

"Shriek—"

The sound of flesh being torn apart rang out.

Carlisle's body stiffened, his chest pierced by a thick spear of light, leaving a gaping hole where his heart had been, now burned to ashes.

He coughed up blood, his voice hoarse as he left his final words: "Wilhelm, the true sun... will stop you..."

Then, Carlisle fell to the ground, his gaze fixed northwards as he died, as if trying to pierce through the smoke and see the obscured sun.

Beside him, the thousands of loyal soldiers all lay on the ground, each with a hole pierced through their chest, blood gurgling and flowing, converging into a scarlet river.

Killing thousands with a single blow – such was the power of the "Angel King." Seeing such a cruel sight, the Ceres soldiers, who had previously been somewhat wavering, quickly dispelled any dissenting thoughts.

"Insignificant mortals."

Wilhelm coldly gazed at the dead Carlisle, raised the Spear of Final Judgment, and roared in a voice suppressed with anger: "This is the fate of those who defy me!

People of Ceres, you only need to submit to me, be loyal to the true sun, and I will lead you to the revival of the Holy Faderan!"

Tirena seized the opportunity, raised her longsword, and shouted: "Long live His Majesty Wilhelm! Revive the Holy Faderan!"

"Long live Ceres!"

"For the Holy Faderan!"

Under the pressure of death, the Ceres soldiers also began to cheer, surging towards the Third Defense Zone to block the invasion of the Imperial army.

But just then, a voice came from the horizon.

"The true sun?

Heh, the Barter Hell has no sun; there is only an eternal crimson sky, and you—Wilhelm—are nothing more than a pitiful worm controlled by Zariel."

"Who? Who dares to offend me so!" Wilhelm's face twisted again.

He angrily looked towards the north, but his expression suddenly turned to fear and astonishment, as if he had seen something that should not exist in the world.

"No, this is impossible, this is impossible!" Wilhelm kept shaking his head, muttering to himself.

"What is that?"

"Look quickly!"

"This is... the sun? It's clearly night; how can there be a sun? Could it be that His Majesty Amanata has descended?"

The Ceres soldiers discussed noisily, all curiously looking towards the north.

Only to see the distant sky suddenly light up, the firmament like a piece of soiled paper being ignited, ten thousand rays of light scattering across the earth, dispelling the smoke and thick fog that shrouded the sky.

The intense sunlight shone on the people, making them feel a long-lost warmth throughout their bodies, as if they had returned to the former Sun God Festival; even the soil became dry, and wisps of white steam rose from the earth.

These Ceres people felt incredulous; they had not enjoyed such sunlight for years.

Could it really be the Sun God descending? Or rather, a miracle descending?

People all raised their heads, only to see a boundless, scorching, dazzling sun hanging in the high sky to the north.

And in front of the sun, a massive, unparalleled red dragon, like a mountain, was suspended in the air, slowly waving its wings, as if it was carrying and holding up that sun.

This red dragon was covered in a layer of sacred and blurred golden light, releasing an incomparably majestic dragon's might, making people involuntarily feel the urge to submit.

"What exactly is this..."

"Amanata be praised..."

The Ceres people looked at the dragon and the sun in the sky, instantly dumbfounded and in disbelief, their hearts already stirred up a storm.