Black sail

Chapter 570 CCIV. Massacre
Humans keep killing and killing until they get tired of it.

Zoth had witnessed with his own eyes a silver dragon that was dozens of times larger than this one. The storm stirred up by its flapping wings was enough to scrape off a layer of soil from the earth, but it had also had its head strangled by the Emperor. The blood, like a flood from a dam, dyed the entire old Aram capital red.

Even in the face of such a fierce battle back then, he was not afraid, let alone such a weak creature.

Today, I can kill a dragon with ease.

The judges saw that there was work to do and began to remove the black seals around their mouths.

"Don't you have a spell called Fallen Word Spirit? If you don't use it now, when will you use it?"

Zote urged.

The voice of the Judge was quite ethereal, and Zote finally understood why the cloth strips were wrapped around his body. Every character that popped out carried the power of word magic.

It is always humans who are trying to learn the dragon’s vocalizations, and they are unable to control their voices as freely as the dragons themselves.

"It's best to be within 300 meters to get into the effective range of the Fallen Angel. Otherwise, given the dragon's agility, it will be difficult to hit it, or the magic power will dissipate in the middle of the attack, wasting your strength."

The leading judge said so. If distance could be ignored, then creatures like dragons would undoubtedly have been completely conquered by the one who made the sound.

"Three hundred meters..."

Zote was silent for a while, and put it simply. Due to the racial gap, humans' mobility could never catch up with dragons. If the Judge wanted to achieve his goal, there was only one way left.

The Pope's personal bull cannot be neglected. If the dragon's corpse is not found, the merits will not be able to offset the mistakes.

"The dragon's main purpose is to destroy Silvermoon City and the army's military projects. We are not its main target. So, when the dragon has killed most of us, I will use myself as bait to attract it. I just need you to make sure it can't escape. You don't have to worry about anything else."

Zote said calmly to the three judges.

The leading judge was a little surprised. He had heard about the true identity of the leader of the Eighteenth Fleet. A dragon with a wingspan of over 100 meters would definitely be a major disaster. Even though he had never dealt with one, this man was so indifferent.

"Banu, take your people and follow me later. The Swords of Time and the Judges, also go with me. The rest of the people, be ready at all times and listen to my signal gun orders."

After Zote finished speaking, his eyes were fixed on what was happening in Silvermoon City.

In this way, even if more than 3,000 soldiers, including generals, were killed, there would be a reason: they had no ability and died tragically under the scorching dragon's breath.

And in Silvermoon City.

This was the first time that Garsek had made such a fuss since he woke up. Meeting someone as arrogant as Zoth a few weeks ago also aroused some anger.

To her, humans are always of a lower structure.

It swooped down and circled at low altitude, and purple-black dragon breath was continuously gushing out of its bloody mouth. Not to mention living things, even the crustal buildings were reduced to charcoal, and the flesh and blood bodies were evaporated in an instant.

Just like drowning all the bugs in an anthill, Garsek slaughtered everyone in Silvermoon City indiscriminately.

Although the main targets are some military projects, civilian houses will definitely be affected by this huge disaster.

Garsek had witnessed the great chaos before the unification during the Enigma period. At that time, the world's number one brother, Gureg, had fallen, and a large power vacuum needed to be filled. It was also a time of long-term drought and natural disasters. The Western Continent was plagued by heavy taxation and famine, and human disasters continued. It was not uncommon for people to eat their own children and cook with broken bones.

The Western Continent will always follow this historical cycle.

Never lament the grace and power of the monarch, you can only lament that you are a link in the cycle that has not yet collapsed.

The character that humans have shaped over decades cannot be compared with the thinking that takes place over a long life.

Once you live long enough, you will have some divinity in you that humans cannot empathize with.

Garsek was not a golf club obsessed with killing. His main purpose was to deal a devastating blow to the army. Even if civilians were slaughtered, it had nothing to do with any moral likes or dislikes. It was just... a historical event. Under the devastating blow of the transcendental power, Silver Moon City, which was completely turned into a fortress by Crocodile Island, was also so unbearable.

The Western Continent has obviously not yet developed any ground-to-air weapons.

All the towers and fortifications along the city walls were burned to ashes, dancing with the desert sand.

In fear and despair, even the invincible Alan army was in chaos, with no effective means to attack the dragon in the sky.

Crocodile Island was also unable to dispatch orders to all the soldiers in the city in time. Some messengers were just busy escaping. There was a lake in the city. In order to avoid being burned by the horrible dragon breath, many soldiers even abandoned their armor and fled into the lake for refuge.

As for the heavily armored soldiers on the street who were coming to support Crocodile Island, their armor had become ready-made boilers, just like the torture of burning people with fire. First, the extremely high temperature iron was heated to the point where the skin and armor were melted and stuck together, and finally they were completely melted into the molten iron.

Fortunately, this process takes less than one or two seconds, so it can be considered euthanasia.

Benzote has already agreed to a life-and-death duel, and is about to keep his official position. Killing Zote will make him a great hero.

But dramatic developments completely shattered Crocodile Island's ambitions.

Turning around, I witnessed the burning city. In broad daylight, flames were shooting up into the sky. Large amounts of smoke and dust, as well as heat waves, made the entire sky look like rippling, overlapping and distorted water.

Crocodile Island also has no means of counterattack.

Even with the support of the magic industry and various arcane arts, some areas of the Western Continent are even far ahead of List's hometown, but it is still in the shackles of the cold weapon era.

Let me put it this way, if you give Song a B2 bomber, Byzantium will be praised by you.

What's more, the B2 bomber's capabilities are far inferior to those of the Garsek.

It is the ninth generation aircraft.

The only method that can be thought of at the moment is to immediately dispatch all available troops and use long-range weapons to shoot at the giant dragon in the air.

Crocodile Island remained calm in the face of danger and still let the messenger issue the order.

He also ordered all the officers to pick up their bows and shoot down Garsek.

If it were an ordinary army, Garsek would have been defeated in one fell swoop, but Crocodile Island was the kind of army that insisted on keeping its belly hot and was stubborn like no one else.

Can't I, a great army general, deal with you?

Despite such a dangerous situation, many soldiers were organized to fire at the giant in the air with automatic rifles or magic rifles in the city streets that had not yet been completely destroyed and were still burning.

The sound of solid bricks and stones becoming vitrified, the sound of air bursting within wooden structures, and the sound of bullet shells being ejected so densely that it sounded like the sound of electric current.

Silvermoon City, which had not experienced a large-scale battle for hundreds of years, was once again turned into a living hell, accompanied by the desperate screams of dying people running wildly with flames burning all over their bodies.

Countless live bullets and magic energy bullets covered the sky, and metal storms rushed up from all directions. Even if the accuracy was poor, facing such a large target, hundreds of bullets could be hit at the same time in one second.

But Garsek is not some warlock's creation or an artificial flying dragon. She is the descendant of the World Devourer and a higher being with pure blood.

The scales are steel armor and the claws are sharp swords.

Those metal bullets couldn't leave even the slightest mark under the purple-black scales, and the arcane energy bullets were directly absorbed, replenishing Garsek's strength.

Make its wings that sweep across the sky even more powerful.

Garsek paused in mid-air as she looked down at the city where military works had been completely destroyed and every street was ablaze with fire.

(End of this chapter)