Ember Dragon

Accompanied by fierce melodies and the roar of artillery fire, the army of the Burning Empire gradually approached the walls of Collins. At this moment, this terrible beast finally showed its fangs.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One shell after another streaked across the sky and landed on the positions of the Aesir coalition forces, causing a series of violent explosions.

"what!"

"careful!"

"My arm! It's numb!"

The soldiers wailed and screamed. Under the dense firepower, they were often hit by flying shrapnel and engulfed by raging flames.

The officers brandished their sabers and shouted, "Fight back at them! Damn it, what are you using your artillery for?"

As a former important city in Thrace, Aithel also purchased advanced artillery from the Burning Empire and has its own artillery corps. Duke Walter believes that they can also launch certain counterattacks.

But soon, the officers realized that they were wrong and that there was a gap between artillery and artillery.

The coalition soldiers hurriedly took out the shells, stuffed them into the gun barrels, and aimed at the Burning Legion in the distance in panic.

Fire burst out from the muzzle, thick smoke rose, and the shells also drew graceful arcs in the air, but fell powerlessly in front of the tank corps, blasting holes in the wasteland.

Their range is not enough!
Seeing that the counterattack had no effect, the governor roared angrily, while the soldiers of the Allied Artillery Corps hastily loaded the shells.
At this moment, a human soldier raised his head with a look of despair - the dense and overwhelming artillery shells were reflected in his pupils.

"Amaunator, above."

"boom!"

For a moment, there was continuous artillery fire, and artillery shells poured down on the coalition artillery positions like raindrops. Flames and smoke rose into the sky, and the entire position was suddenly engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

The thousands of heavy artillery pieces that Duke Walter had high hopes for were now turned into scrap metal, but the gold coins they spent were actually consumed by the Burning Empire to produce more artillery shells and guns.

In the artillery position of the Burning Embers Legion, the commander of the artillery corps, the ogre Big Head with the rank of lieutenant general, was holding a telescope and squinting his eyes to observe the sea of ​​fire in the distance.

——That was the coalition artillery position.

“Tsk tsk, these stupid southern humans are so ridiculous that they exposed the location of the artillery position so easily.

A few years have passed, and these idiots still don't understand the war model of the new era. It seems that it would be a waste to give them the best weapons. They deserve to digest our garbage." The ogre shook his head and said contemptuously.

He put down the binoculars in his hand and proudly took out an "Emperor" brand cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Sir, let me help you." The half-dragon guard next to him came over hurriedly and attentively, spitting flames from his mouth to light the fire for him.

Because the weapons sold to the south by the Burning Empire were all old inventory that had been accumulated for a long time.

With the Burning Embers Technology Department climbing up the technology tree at a high speed, the artillery in the hands of the coalition forces has lagged behind the Empire by at least one era. Whether in terms of range, accuracy or power, they are ruthlessly crushed by the heavy artillery of the Burning Embers Legion.

And just now, Big Head easily discovered the coalition artillery positions - they didn't even have the intention to hide.

Immediately, Datou mobilized hundreds of cannons and launched a fierce bombardment on the Allied positions, carrying out carpet bombing, and instantly turned these old cannons into real scrap metal.

"Cunning Imperials."

Walter looked at the artillery position that had turned into a sea of ​​fire, gritted his teeth and frowned.

After experiencing the bombing just now, he understood that the three kingdoms had been deceived by the cunning imperial merchants!

What they sold were not new weapons at all, but garbage that had long been eliminated! And the gold coins used to buy the weapons turned into artillery shells used by the Burning Empire to invade!

Thousands of heavy artillery roared in unison, countless shells streaked across the sky, thick smoke obscured the sky, and violent explosions continued to occur in the coalition positions. Before the two armies came into contact, the coalition side suffered many casualties.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

Above the clouds, Barachiel slowly raised the Lightning Blade in his hand and issued an order to his Celestial Legion: "In the name of Mount Heaven, protect our allies—"

His voice was like thunder, loud and powerful, and every word was heavy.

Suddenly, the golden giants let out a dull war roar and appeared at the front of the cloud layer.

These heavily armored giants are clad in metal from head to toe, with one arm being a spear-like blade and the other a massive shield.

——They are the shield messengers, the solid foundation of the heavenly army, who withstand wave after wave of devils and demons without complaint, and resist the deadly attacks from more powerful enemies.

At this moment, the Shield Messenger raised his huge shield, shoulder to shoulder, forming a tight steel wall in the sky. The huge light shield thousands of meters wide was unfolded, intercepting almost all the shells falling on the coalition positions.

Violent explosions bombarded the solid wall again and again, causing the shield messengers to tremble all over, but no one retreated, and they just endured it silently.

The beautiful trumpeter messengers flapped their white wings and blew the silver trumpets in their slender hands. The melodious music echoed over the coalition positions, healing the injuries of the wounded.

The Arcane Legion silently chanted spells, accompanied by strong energy fluctuations and spots of light flashing around, and brilliant rays of light were bestowed on the Allied soldiers.

Meteors, fireballs, ice cones, lightning and other powerful spells flew into the sky and attacked the Burning Legion that was marching rapidly not far away.

"boom!"

A speeding steam tank was hit by a fireball. It instantly burned and exploded, turning into a pile of scrap metal emitting black smoke.

On the towering walls of Collins City, the thirty Apollo Crossbows continuously shot out giant arrows trailing light, piercing through the steam tanks, armored vehicles and soldiers of the Burning Empire from a distance of thousands of meters.

The angry roar of the armored force commander, Marquis Arturo the Dragonblood, came from the speaker inside the steam tank.

"For the Burning Empire, for His Majesty Cassius, all troops, listen to my order, crush them!"

The steel behemoths roared loudly, shaking the wilderness. Flames suddenly burst out from their thick gun barrels, bombarding the coalition's army, causing terrifying explosions.

Under the special armor-piercing bullets mixed with alloys of the steam tanks, even the heavy shields of the Shield Lord are not indestructible, and those infantrymen wearing heavy armor will be blown to pieces.

Thick steam and billowing black smoke swept in, and these steel behemoths pounced towards the coalition soldiers.

"We in the Fadlan Empire have never had cowards! Do not retreat, protect our territory!"

"For Fadlan!"

The officers on the front line drew their sabers, let out heart-wrenching roars, and led their soldiers to rush to the tank, wanting to besiege this "beast" made of steel.

"boom--"

However, the reality was not what the poets had told us. The spears of the Allied soldiers looked so pale and powerless in front of the tank armor.

The steam tanks rolled over without hesitation, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the tracks instantly became bloodstained. The steam tanks continued to roar forward, leaving only bloodstains and debris on the ground. On the front battlefield on land, dozens of steam tanks as pioneers drove straight into the coalition positions, tearing their defenses and dividing the coalition forces into countless scattered pieces.

These steam tanks used their powerful main guns to destroy the fortifications built by the coalition forces, while the infantry of the Burning Empire followed quickly behind the steam tanks.

They entered the enemy's position along the gap created by the tank breakthrough, skillfully shooting and throwing grenades, forming a dense firepower network to cover the tank's advance.

After countless drills and exercises, the tactics of infantry-tank coordination have almost been engraved into the bones of these imperial soldiers and have almost become a conditioned reflex.

Under the hammer-like attack of the Burning Embers Legion, the soldiers of the coalition forces were caught off guard and fell down in large numbers like harvested wheat. For a time, the front battlefield was littered with corpses and filled with smoke.

If it were an ordinary army, it would probably have fallen into panic and completely collapsed under the iron torrent of the Burning Empire.

But the coalition forces of North Ethel are composed of extraordinary entities such as the remaining troops of the Fadlan Empire, the celestial legions of the Silver Heaven, and the arcane legions of the City of All Laws.

Under the empire's fierce offensive, they were only frustrated for a moment, but they quickly adjusted themselves, found ways to deal with it, and launched a fierce counterattack.

The mages of the Arcane Legion chanted spells and raised their staffs. Brilliant spell lights flashed and the surrounding magic web fluctuated violently.

Various fire walls, stone walls, and force field walls blocked the steel behemoths. The mist created by the spells blinded their vision. The raised rocks overturned the tanks, and the sharp ice spikes pierced the armor.

Even space cracks suddenly appeared, causing the steam tanks that didn't have time to brake to fall into the abyss.

"You are an overconfident dragon minions! I will let you taste the wrath of the descendants of the Sun God!"

Those angels of gods flapped their wings and hovered in the air, with fierce flames in their eyes, like demigods descended to the earth.

The descendants of angels all raised the exploding divine swords in their hands, pointed them at the sky, and released an incomparably dazzling light.

Marquis Karen swung his sword and roared: "For the Holy Fadlan! I will bring destruction upon you with the sacred fire!"

"boom!"

Several golden-red pillars of fire descended from the sky, instantly piercing through the steam tanks in the front - including the "Old Buddy" class tank with great combat achievements.

The engines of these steel behemoths let out a shrill whine, then instantly exploded, leaving only a few piles of smoking scrap metal, and the drivers inside were reduced to ashes.

The Barani angels above the clouds drew their bows, aimed at the Burning Legion on the ground, and shot metal arrows one after another. The lightning-like silver hair danced with the movement of these elf-like archers.

Arrows pierced through the clouds and fell with a sharp explosion. They crossed in the air, dragging bright silver tails of light, like a gorgeous meteor shower.

These arrows hit the steel behemoth and penetrated deeply into the heavy armor, instantly creating an explosive whirlwind mixed with sand, dust and snow inside the tank, completely destroying its internal structure.

Archer gods also raised their bows and arrows and shot flowing arrows at the soldiers of the Burning Empire, piercing their hearts flowing with dragon blood.

These infantrymen on the ground were completely unable to hit the angels in the clouds. They could only charge forward under the torrential rain of light arrows, stepping over the bodies of their dead comrades with difficulty.

The coalition's counterattack was very effective. In just over ten minutes, the Burning Embers Legion lost twenty-one steam tanks. The Burning Embers Legion had never encountered such a well-matched opponent.

But the sky is not the territory of the gods and celestial beings. The air force of the Burning Empire is equally powerful.

Although in terms of quality, the dragons and sub-dragons of the Burning Ash Legion are slightly inferior to those celestial creatures that are born powerful and kind, but in terms of quantity, they have a crushing advantage.

What's more, there are dragon vein monsters that have received the blessing of dragon blood many times and possess strength far exceeding that of their own kind.

"Ow—"

The leader of the dragon army, Smaug, an atavistic flying dragon with a length of nearly twenty meters, howled to the sky and let out an angry roar. His power was no less than that of a real red dragon.

At the call of their leader, thousands of wyverns raised their necks and roared in unison. They flapped their wings in a disorderly manner and rushed towards the heavenly army like a surging tide.

Many of the flying dragons have a soldier wearing special clothes on their backs, but they are not knights with superb riding skills and strict requirements, but so-called "flying soldiers".

You should know that the Imperial Air Force's flying dragons and sub-dragons are also clearly divided into different types of arms. Among them are "bomber dragons" equipped with bomb dropping devices, and "combat dragons" equipped with machine guns and howitzers. The Empire's flying troops are the special forces responsible for operating these weapons.

"Da da da da——"

The machine guns on the flying dragons' chests spewed out scorching flames, and the machine guns mounted on their sides fired terrifying shells. The dense firepower immediately suppressed the Heavenly Legion so much that they could not raise their heads.

The angels could only hide behind the Shield God and continuously shoot arrows to counterattack, and had no time to care about the coalition forces on the ground.

Wyverns wailed and fell from the sky, but some angels were hit by bullets and fell to the ground.

The leader of the Red Scale Conquerors, the Dragonblood Marquis of the Empire, Alger, rode on the broad back of the Dragon Vein Giant Eagle and led the real dragon riders to join the chaotic battle group in the sky.

Alger raised the burning sword in his hand, rushed to the front of the team, and shouted loudly: "For the Burning Empire, for His Majesty Cassius, destroy them—"

"Dragon Roar Charge!" The ever-burning sword in his hand was pointed at the heavenly legion.

Suddenly, hundreds of dragon riders launched a charge at the same time. The dragons they rode spread their wings, dived at high speed, and opened their mouths, letting out roars that resounded through the sky.

"Roar--"

In an instant, these dragon roars produced a wonderful resonance, and the dragon group consisting of hundreds of flying dragons seemed to become one. The soldiers of the Heavenly Legion trembled and shuddered.

A hundred-meter-long red dragon shadow appeared in their eyes and swooped down in their direction.

In an instant, the Red Scale Conquerors thrust out their spears, brandished their swords, chopped off the golden heads, broke through the defense line of the Shield Messenger, and created a huge gap in front of the Heavenly Legion.

After fighting hard for a while, the Red Scale Conquerors climbed at the same time, almost straight up to the sky, preparing for the next dive, and the Dragon Legion had followed them into the gap of the Celestial Legion.

The flying dragons flapped their wings, stretched out their heads, bit the bodies of the celestial warriors with their sharp teeth, and pierced their chests with the poisonous needles at the tips of their tails.

The machine gun on the chest and the machine gun on the side would often spew out fierce flames, turning the fragile angels into sieves.

"Ah ...

The white dragon had a ferocious look on her face, and flapped her wings fiercely as she pounced on the heavenly army. She spewed extremely cold frost from her throat, instantly freezing several heavenly warriors into ice cubes.

The wyverns, Asian dragons and the celestial army engaged in close combat, entangled and fighting in a group.

In the process, many flying dragons had their hearts pierced and their heads chopped off by the heavenly warriors. These loyal and brave soldiers carried the glory of heaven and vowed to fight the evil invaders to the death.

But there are also ferocious dragons that tear the celestial beings into pieces, leaving their flesh and blood flying everywhere, and even their remains become horrible. The greedy dragons have a simple goal - to vent their desire for killing, attract the emperor's attention, and obtain a more noble bloodline.

The clouds were broken up by the fierce battle and even dyed gray and black by the gun smoke. The light of heaven was intertwined with the fire and explosions of machine guns. The roar of flying dragons, the roar of heavenly warriors, and the whistling of machine guns were all mixed together.

The bodies of flying dragons, the remains of celestial creatures, broken limbs and blood kept falling, and at this moment the sky had become a cruel grinding wheel of flesh and blood. (End of this chapter)