Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

“Buzz——”

Within a radius of thousands of miles, all living beings felt a sinking in their hearts, and a sharp, ear-piercing buzzing sound came from their ears.

The sound was like weeping and complaining, like the crying of a newborn, making people feel scalp tingling and chilling.

In the high sky, in the sulfur-colored vortex, a dark sun slowly rose, eerily devouring the light, like a black hole!

The moment they saw the dark sun, almost everyone was stunned, standing there blankly, looking up, as if it had a huge attraction, wanting to **** away and drain people's souls.

As the black sun rose, blood-colored light filled the high sky, and half of the surrounding sky was also dyed blood-red, showing magma-like fluctuations.

For a time, the dark sun competed with Keixus's [Holy Sun], and even faintly gained the upper hand.

[Fallen Sun]

The black sun hung high, and blood light filled the air. That was Zariel's ritual to drag Augustus into hell!

“I swear in the name of the Nine Hells, the contract is a shackle, and the soul is currency—you will get what you ask for, and you will pay for what you fear.”

Zariel waved her burning wings, soared into the sky, and pointed directly at the sky. Countless burning chains sprang from the ground, connecting the sky and the earth, imprisoning the entire city of Augustus within them.

“Boom!”

Accompanied by a dull roar, the ground shook, buildings collapsed, and magma seeped from the cracks in the walls of Augustus Cathedral.

The land beneath Augustus was entangled by hellish steel cables, and each chain was covered with twisted runes.

The moment the chains contracted, the entire city sank several feet, sinking into the ground and falling towards hell. Gurgling lava gushed out from the cracks in the ground, and countless terrifying visions arose in the city.

The spire of the Supreme Hall broke and smashed into the fleeing crowd, and devil phantoms emerged from the splashing dust.

“No——”

“Oh my god, the earth is cracking!”

“Amanata is above.”

“Your Majesty Keixus, please save us!”

People wailed and cried for help in horror. If they were not careful, they would fall into the cracks in the ground and be thrown into the scalding lava. Even their souls would be swallowed by the black sun in the sky.

The prayers of the citizens turned into shrill screams, and their shadows began to distort, as if being dragged towards the ground by invisible chains.

Contract magic circles appeared under their feet, and hellish tattoos grew on their skin—this foreshadowed that they would become Zariel's soul coins or imp soldiers.

A horrifying hell song resounded through the sky, and burning devil runes appeared on the surface of the dark sun.

The surrounding material plane was constantly collapsing and disintegrating, and was rapidly falling towards Baator Hell. I am afraid that within half a day, Augustus would completely fall into hell and become the land of souls in Avernus.

Keixus could not tolerate such a thing happening in front of him.

Augustus, and even the entire Thrace Kingdom, is an indispensable part of the Ember Empire!

“Roar——”

The red dragon, which was more than sixty meters long, roared, and the roar shattered the charred rock pillars. The dragon's wings flapped, setting off a hurricane wrapped in Mars.

Looking at the menacing red dragon, Zariel's expression was stern and her eyes contained anger, “Ignorant and nosy dragon—stop him!”

“Roar——”

At the order of the hell lord, the three hellfire ancient dragons howled to the sky, flapped their wide wings, bared their fangs and claws, soared into the sky, and pounced on the red dragon in the sky. Behind them, hundreds of infernal dragons flapped their wings and surged into the sky.

“Stop him, this soul land is ours!”

“Praise Avernus!”

Twelve more burly and powerful pit fiends appeared in mid-air—they were the twelve “loyal” legion commanders under Zariel, each of whom was quite strong and possessed at least legendary power.

They held steel whips, giant hammers and other weapons, and spewed sulfurous smoke from their mouths. Behind each pit fiend were tens of thousands of elite devils.

The devil army was like a constantly flowing torrent, blocking in front of Zariel, as if to strangle everything that approached it.

Keixus looked at the overwhelming devil army in front of him, and was not afraid at all, but even felt a little ridiculous.

“Want to play human wave tactics in front of me? Don’t you know—the red dragon template is the least afraid of human waves?”

With a thought in Keixus's mind, a powerful dragon might that was almost condensed into substance spread out, sweeping across the sky like a hurricane—that was the fully released [Ancestral Dragon Majesty].

“Buzz——”

In an instant, the devils and infernal dragons within a hundred meters around were like being subjected to a mental shock, their eyes turned white, their bodies stiffened, and they densely fell to the ground.

Even more, their heads exploded under the strong pressure, and their brains splattered. Even the three hellfire ancient dragons, which were as large as hills and over a thousand years old, were dazed and struck by lightning.

The red dragon swooped down, and a flame breath capable of melting fine gold burst out from the depths of its throat. The monstrous sea of ​​fire instantly destroyed everything in front of it.

“Boom——”

Accompanied by the sound of air exploding, thousands of elite devils and a pit fiend legion commander were burned to ashes on the spot, without leaving any wreckage.

These high-ranking devil officers are not fanatical war enthusiasts like Zariel. They will weigh the pros and cons and assess the situation. Of course, they will not stand in front of a dragon that can instantly destroy them.

Zariel was furious, flicked the hell steel chain in her hand, making a crisp “swishing” sound, “You bunch of trash, all of you get on! Stop that red dragon!”

“Roar——”

The three hellfire ancient dragons let out a series of dull roars. Their souls were controlled by the hell steel chain and could hardly resist Zariel's orders, even if it meant death.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of infernal dragons wrapped in chains also roared and rushed towards Keixus, like moths flying into the fire.

At this moment, a clear female voice appeared on the noisy battlefield.

“Keixus, you don’t have to worry about those hellish dragons, we will stop them!”

A slender and elegant silver dragon soared in the sky, spewing out ice breath and freezing—that was Olivia's true form.

Behind her, space flickered, the magic net fluctuated, and dozens of silver dragons flapped their wings and poured out of the portal one after another, letting out a series of roars.

Their bright plate-like wings shone brightly, and their silver scales were shining and luxurious, which was quite eye-catching in this mottled battlefield.

“Good day, Your Majesty Keixus, we have sensed that the material plane is being invaded by hell—the Melvorid clan is here to support.”

A huge female ancient silver dragon was holding a scepter with her claws and nodded slightly towards Keixus in the distance, her posture was quite respectful, neither humble nor arrogant.

The silver dragon waved its scepter, and an extremely cold silver star descended from the sky and smashed into the hellfire ancient dragon, causing it to let out a painful wail.

She was Imelda, one of the "Three Pillars" of the Melvorid clan, primarily responsible for resisting the invasion of the infernal plane, and had once thwarted the plot of the Iron Duke Dis Pater.

"For the material plane!"

"Bahamut be with us, drive these damned devils back to Hell!"

Dragon breath and flames intertwined, the silver dragons roared loudly, beating their wings, stepping forward, and engaging in a fierce battle with the oncoming hell legion.

But these silver dragons were not aware that the few hellfire ancient dragons were also breathing a sigh of relief in their hearts, secretly rejoicing—after all, fighting with Melvorid's silver dragons was much better than blocking that baleful star that exuded terrifying pressure.

Cayshus nodded distantly to the ancient silver dragon, then waved his dragon wings, stirring up another scorching storm, turning into a blur and pouncing towards Zariel.

The devil legions led by these pit fiends were extremely cunning and quite discerning, only shooting arrows at him from a distance and casting spells, rarely daring to block the red dragon's path.

But the red dragon sneered, gently waving his giant claws, and several blazing white pillars of fire burst out, sweeping across the sky, instantly burning thousands of devils to ashes, turning them into powder.

If Cayshus had more time, he could have completely slaughtered the devil legion that descended upon the material plane, but unfortunately, time was tight now—his main task was to stop Zariel.

Thinking of this, Cayshus called out to his familiars through the mental link, then tightened his wings, dove at full speed, and pounced towards Zariel in the distance.

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Space distorted, flames surged, and "Dragonfire Daughter" Misha suddenly appeared behind Cayshus, followed by dozens of dragon pact warlocks clad in crimson-gold robes.

"Destroy them, clear the obstacles for the master!"

She spread the dragon wings on her back, raised her slender hand, and surging dragon flames spewed out from her palm, instantly engulfing hundreds of devil soldiers.

But soon, a pit fiend roared, wielding a hell blade, tearing through space, and slashing fiercely towards Misha's head.

"Whoosh—"

The hell blade fell through the air, but Misha transformed her body into blazing fire elements, the firelight flickered, and she appeared hundreds of meters away, reforming into a human shape.

"Roar—"

At this moment, a dragon roar resounded through the sky, and terrifying dragon might descended, even the pit fiend was shocked and lost his senses, standing frozen in place.

In the distant sky, Alger led hundreds of crimson scale conquerors swooping down, like a crimson torrent, their resonating dragon roar was enough to make ancient dragons tremble.

"For His Majesty Cayshus!"

"Charge!"

Seeing such a great opportunity, Misha pointed from afar, shooting a dark green ray from her fingertip, destroying all the magical defenses on the pit fiend's body surface, causing the hell-iron forged armor to dim.

"Shira—"

Taking advantage of the momentum of the charge, Alger swung his sword, the blade light slashed through the sky, dark red blood spurted from the neck, and a devil's head full of astonishment fell through the air.

Zariel's twenty-seventh legion commander, a powerful pit fiend who had just been promoted, was thus beheaded!

"Enforce order with an iron fist, the Dragon Lord is above all!"

Loud battle roars echoed across the wasteland, the dragon-blooded paladins in heavy armor were marching with steady steps, and the empire's battle flag fluttered in the air.

The red dragon phantom condensed from the collective will appeared above them, roaring furiously, preparing to tear the existence that angered this source of power into pieces.

Under the blessing of the group flight spell, the dragon-blooded paladins left the ground, and they steadily advanced towards the sky, like an indestructible floating fortress, the heavy armor gleaming in the light of the flames.

At this moment, in order to assist their common master, the empire's three special arms gathered together, jointly fighting against the hell legion.

In the distance, artillery fire roared, the empire's airships and heavy artillery continued to fire at Zariel's hell legion, and the silver dragons of the Melvorid clan also served as reinforcements.

Without the obstruction of the rabble, Cayshus tore through the sky like a meteor, roaring: "Zariel, you will pay the price for your arrogance and rudeness!"

The dragon crystal on the red dragon's chest released a dazzling light, and a miniature sun-like fireball appeared deep in his throat, he sprayed with all his might, and the surging dragon flames turned into a tide, rushing towards Zariel in the distance.

For Cayshus, this was just a test, but its power was enough to kill an ancient dragon with heavy scales.

"Boom—"

"Presumptuous red dragon, I will let you witness the power of Avernus!"

Zariel just sneered, spreading her sky-burning wings to meet the fire wave—the body of the Lord of Hell was immune to the licking of flames.

She pierced through the crimson torrent like an arrow, and the burning giant sword broke through the air, carrying the anger of hell and劈 towards the dragon's neck, instantly tearing apart a dozen protective spells.

The attack carrying the laws of hell tore through space, cutting the essence of the material plane, and was even enough to directly attack the enemy's soul!

At this moment, because Zariel was dragging Augustus into hell, she received the full support of the will of Avernus, possessing unparalleled supreme power, even no less than a deity!

"Cayshus, not only Thrace, but your empire will also become the nourishment of Avernus, let me completely end this blood war!" Zariel let out a frantic laugh.

"Clang—"

The red dragon was startled, suddenly turned sideways, the sword blade grazed the crimson-gold scales, and a piece of blood-stained dragon scale was cut off in the sparks.

He turned his head, and in the surging dragon flames, a long-hidden silver-white pillar of fire burst out, the flame revealing the breath of holiness and justice, containing the heavenly origin of Barachiel.

"What?"

Zariel's pupils shrank, she never expected—that the always chaotic and evil red dragon could possess the power of heaven.

The Lord of Hell anxiously flapped her sky-burning wings, suddenly climbing, but was still a step late.

"Boom—"

Zariel's left wing was pierced by the red dragon's breath, the original forces of justice and evil collided with each other, creating a violent explosion.

A huge hole appeared in the sky-burning wings, and the silver-white flames continued to spread and diffuse, purifying Zariel's body.

"What a pleasant surprise. Red dragon, your head will be cut off, your corpse and soul will become the best nourishment for the Blood War."

Zariel stared at the red dragon in the sky, and endless joy appeared in her burning pupils—this fallen angel had already fallen into madness.

Cayshus and Zariel looked at each other in the air, grinning, and a hint of excitement also appeared in the light-gold pupils where the firelight surged, "Then we'll have to see if you have the ability.

Zariel, you are also very suitable to become—an imperial trophy."

And on his shoulder, the wound cut by the hell giant sword was shocking, surrounded by the curse of hell, constantly eroding his flesh and blood.