Ember Dragon

The burning meteor fell from the sky and landed straight on the ground, causing the already scarred earth to let out a mournful cry.

Under the strong collision of elements, scorching winds swept across the earth, thick smoke gradually spread, many people's clothes burned on the spot, and ashes and sparks filled the air.

The mages of the Arcane Legion all raised their staffs, trying to protect the soldiers of the coalition forces, but in the face of these top-level spells, their protective spells were like paper.

Relying on their extremely high organizational capabilities, the army of the Burning Empire gathered together, and with the joint efforts of the Arcane Legion and the Imperial Ministry of Science and Technology, they created a hemispherical dome that enveloped the Burning Legion.

"Help!"

"Amaunator, by God!"

"God, please bless me and save me!"

The soldiers on the ground battlefield fled in all directions, avoiding the attacks of spells, and their cries of grief continued, reaching the sky.

Ten thousand meters in the sky, the ancient golden dragon Titus, who was facing the red dragon, seemed to have heard something. He turned his head and said, "Sir Barachiel, this piece of land has been destroyed beyond recognition. If it continues like this...
I'm afraid this place will become a restricted area filled with space cracks and magical turbulence." Titus said worriedly, looking down at the devastated land.

"I know."

Barachiel frowned slightly, the bright silver sword in his hand was still surrounded by lightning, and the three pairs of wings behind him flapped slowly.

He still half raised his head, his dark purple eyes fixed on the red dragon in the distance, with no room for anything else.

For Barachiel, this red dragon is also a tough opponent. It is extremely fast and has a strong recovery ability. It is not inferior to him in close combat or spellcasting.

Although the Lord of Silver Heaven is confident that he will never be defeated, it is difficult to defeat the opponent in a short time. If this battle becomes a protracted war, the creatures around will suffer unimaginable disasters.
Perhaps it was time to reveal his trump card, Barachiel finally made up his mind and thought so.

His mind moved slightly, and he sent a message to the ancient golden dragon standing by his side, "Sir Titus, I need you to temporarily hold back this red dragon to buy me some time."

"Okay." Jin Long's response was brief and powerful, and his eyes were particularly firm, as if he was ready to sacrifice his life.

He is indeed a trustworthy ally, just a little weak, Barachiel thought.

The red dragon in the distance was staring at them covetously, looking down at them, and constantly provoking them: "If that's all, then your plan of 'punishing evil and promoting good' will probably fail.

Soon, I will send you to meet Walter." Cassius grinned, revealing a mouthful of densely packed fangs and a ferocious smile.

"Well, are you scared?"

Gu Jinlong finally couldn't bear it any longer. His eyes were about to burst, and he roared again: "Evil dragon! Justice will not succumb to evil, just as dark clouds cannot cover the sun forever!

And here - the Essel Plains, will be your burial place! I will use your blood to commemorate Duke Walter!" The golden dragon roared and flapped its wings, stirring up a gust of wind, and flew towards the direction of the red dragon.

"Just you?"

Cassius smiled playfully, flapped his dragon wings slowly, and continued to look down at the golden dragon.

"Do you really think that you are worthy enough to be my opponent?" The next moment, the red dragon turned into a red afterimage, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, and came to the side of the golden dragon at a terrifying speed, grabbing the opponent's neck with its huge claws.

"You, damn it."

The golden dragon gasped, waved its limbs with all its might, flapped its wings, and struggled continuously, but to no avail.

Cassius continued to increase the strength of his claws. The veins on his arms bulged, and his sharp claws pierced the opponent's golden scales, as if he wanted to strangle the ancient golden dragon to death.

He also mocked indifferently: “To be honest, I have never taken you seriously. If it were usual, you would not even be qualified to stand in front of me.

Are you trying to stall for time? Well, in that case, I'll play with you." The red dragon's face once again showed a ferocious smile, and his claws clenched tighter, like iron pliers, the sharp claws pierced deeply into the flesh, and the dragon blood flowed down his claws.

"Uh-"

The golden dragon let out a muffled groan, his whole body trembling. He raised his head with all his strength and looked at Cassius with hatred and fearlessness.

Because his throat was strangled, his voice was particularly hoarse and intermittent: "Evil dragon, even if I die, I will not surrender!"

Under the red dragon's astonished gaze, the golden dragon's scarred body suddenly burst out with unimaginable power.

The mysterious runes engraved on the golden dragon's scales suddenly lit up, and the surface of his body seemed to be coated with a layer of gold, releasing a powerful aura, and even the red dragon's giant claws were pushed away by that force.

[Carved Skin: Body of Steel! ]

"Roar--"

Titus finally broke free from the red dragon's restraints, spread his broad golden dragon wings, howled to the sky, and let out a thunderous roar that shook the earth.

"Light is immortal, justice lasts forever—"

Cassius tilted his head and said in surprise, "Carved Skin Dragon? Haha, this is quite interesting and worthy of being my trophy."

"Then let's give it a try!" The golden dragon roared again and took a fighting posture. Under the effect of the carved leather, his whole body was shining.

"I'll show you--" Cassius flapped his wings and once again relied on his powerful maneuverability to fly above the golden dragon, then he roared and pounced on it: "What is real power!"

The huge body that was over fifty meters long rolled over like a mountain falling, pouncing on the ancient golden dragon that was only half as long as him and much less heavy.

"boom!"

A violent collision occurred in the sky, and powerful air currents spread all around, almost breaking the space.

"Ow!"

With a howl, the golden dragon was knocked away, spitting out blood, broken scales flying in the air, and even the flesh and bones in its body were almost smashed into a ball.

Due to the absolute power gap, even though the carved skin on its body was shining, the golden dragon had no power to resist and could only let the other party continue to carry him to the ground.

The two giant dragons fought in the air and fell to the ground together. Their speed was getting faster and faster, even tearing the air and making a sharp explosion.

Finally, the air on the surface of the body began to burn, causing flames to appear on the surface of the golden dragon's body. At this moment, they were like huge meteorites, breaking through the sky and falling straight to the ground.

Two giant dragons fell to the ground and smashed accurately into the coalition forces' positions, which were the most densely populated areas!
"So, is that a meteorite? No, it's a dragon! It's a dragon!"

"Oh, gods—"

"Amaunator, they're coming!"

"It's too late. We can't escape. God, is this the end?"

"Do not--"

Suddenly, the Allied soldiers on the ground all raised their heads, their bodies trembling, and their dusty and tired faces were filled with despair and fear.

The mountain-like dragon body grew larger and larger in their eyes until it filled their entire field of vision. For these fragile mortals, this was the end.

"boom!"

The earth let out a terrifying wail, and the entire Aesir Plain was shaking with pain. Dust flew all over the sky, strong winds swept across the earth, and the strong shock wave blew away countless people.

Thousands of Allied soldiers were caught up in this terrible natural disaster, and were crushed into meat paste by the strong wind pressure before they were even hit by the dragon.

The airflow generated by the impact, the cracks on the ground, and the flying rocks also caused the deaths of tens of thousands of Allied soldiers. Even the distant city of Collins was hit by an earthquake, houses collapsed one after another, the city was in chaos, and there were heavy casualties.

This collision alone caused countless people to lose their lives, and this was just the aftermath of the battle - this was a crushing defeat in terms of power.

In front of the terrifying dragon, mortals are like ants.

A huge pit with a diameter of hundreds of meters and a depth of more than ten meters appeared on the land of Essel, and cracks and earthquake zones thousands of meters long were created around it.

As people screamed and wailed, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and a huge figure as big as a hill gradually appeared. The red dragon was stepping on the golden dragon, spreading its wings that covered the sky and the sun, and roared: "Do you feel it, hypocritical golden dragon?

This is the difference in power! You will never be able to defeat me. It has nothing to do with justice or evil. It’s just because you are too weak! "

Suddenly, the red dragon showed a playful smile and said, "Well, since you can barely be called a fellow tribesman, I will give you a chance, Golden Dragon. Submit to me, and I will spare your life and leave a place for you in the new order of the Burning Empire."

"But if you don't agree," the red dragon paused, looked down at his bloody claws, and glared fiercely: "Then I will have to send you to reunite with Walter!"

The golden dragon lay dying on the ground, its body covered in blood. Its bones seemed to have been ravaged beyond recognition. Even the wings on its back were broken. The carved skin on its body glowed dimly.

But even so, the golden dragon tried its best to raise its head, its golden eyes were full of determination, revealing a faint but firm light.

"Today, even if I die, I will never surrender to you! Cassius, your end is not far away!"

In the distance, countless eyes were focused here. They felt sincere admiration for this golden dragon ally who was fighting to the death and never surrendering.

But out of fear of the powerful force of Emperor Burning Embers, no one among the tens of thousands of remaining coalition forces dared to approach, let alone step forward to rescue - after all, this was tantamount to committing suicide.

"Mr. Titus"

"what a pity."

"Yes, Lord Titus sacrificed his life for a just cause. He is a kind dragon."

"You are worthy of being the Wings of Dawn. Even if you sacrifice your life, you will bring us light."

They could only look at the golden dragon from afar with pity and admiration, and sigh quietly.

They didn't even dare to speak loudly for fear of attracting the red dragon's attention.

"It's ridiculous!"

Cassius stepped on the back of the golden dragon and forcibly lifted his head up, making him look at the people around him: "Is this the person you want to protect? These timid guys who don't even have the courage to rescue!
Is this what you call justice? It's a joke to leave yourself alone and lose your life! "

Hearing Cassius' powerful words, the surrounding coalition soldiers lowered their heads in shame.

Titus laughed bitterly: "I uphold justice, never for reward, it is just my responsibility as a golden dragon."

Cassius laughed in anger and lifted the golden dragon from the ground with one arm: "Responsibility? Well, then die with your responsibility!"

The giant claw suddenly stretched out, carrying a strong gust of wind, and hit Gu Jinlong's chest directly, about to take out the beating heart.

"No!"

"Mr. Titus!"

The onlookers all cried out in surprise, and could hardly bear to watch the following scene.

However, at this moment, the pendant inlaid with gems on the golden dragon's chest released a silvery-white light, protecting his body and blocking the red dragon's claws.

【Platinum Sacred Heart】

The golden dragon fell to the ground helplessly, but with his strong willpower, he supported his body with his broken limbs and forced himself to stand up.

Cassius tilted his head and whispered, "Bahamut's favor? It's that nosy old guy again, but it's useless."

Just as the red dragon was about to step forward, a low and urgent voice came from the side: "Wait a minute, Your Majesty Cassius!"

The space next to Titus gradually distorted, and a larger and older golden dragon emerged from it. He held a scepter in his hand, and anxiety appeared on his face, which was full of majesty and wisdom.

——This is none other than the Archon of the Golden Dragon Council, the ancient golden dragon Crassus, who is honored as the “Gilded Sage” by the dragons of the material plane.

In an instant, Cassius and Titus, who was also controlled by him, were filled with ecstasy. His self-torture scheme was successful!

From now on, who would dare not regard Titus, the "Dragon of Dawn", as the vanguard of the resistance against the Red Dragon?
This was witnessed by tens of thousands of people! And it was endorsed by a highly respected ancient golden dragon!

Crassus nodded slightly to Cassius and said in a heavy voice: "Your Majesty Cassius, we, the Golden Dragon Clan, have no intention of getting involved in this dispute. I hope you can show mercy and spare Titus' life."

"Why?"

"The Golden Dragon Clan will pay you sufficient compensation, for the sake of His Majesty Bahamut."

Crassus stood in front of Titus, his tone was quite serious, and he seemed determined to take him away.

Cassius waved his claws disdainfully and said, "If it weren't for the fact that we are both dragons, this ignorant golden dragon would have died long ago. Get out of this land. I still have a battle to fight."

"Thank you for your tolerance."

Seeing this, Crassus said nothing and immediately took Titus away, leaving this place of trouble.

This grand stage play ended here. From then on, Titus would become a world-famous rebel of the Burning Empire and a hero worshipped by countless "righteous people".

Cassius raised his head and looked into the distance - in addition to acting, he had actually been paying close attention to the movements of the Lord of Silver Heaven, ready to interrupt at any time.

The red dragon raised its head and roared, "You are the only one left - are you ready to face death?"

Thousands of meters in the sky, Barachiel had closed his eyes. He took out a thick and gorgeously decorated Bible from the void, slowly opened it, and silently recited the ancient spell on it.

"In the name of heaven."

The silver horn at His waist was suspended in the air, emitting melodious and mysterious heavenly hymns.

Barachiel's expression was solemn, and his voice was sharp, echoing in the sky like thunder: "I grant you the final judgment! (End of this chapter)