Ember Dragon

Looking at the triumphant Dragonscale Monk, the dwarves were furious. They waved their hammers and axes and cursed: "Damn it, that guy is too arrogant!"

"His mouth stinks worse than an orc's!"

"Evil dragon's followers, die!"

A dwarf warrior, with an indignant look on his face, raised his hammer high, and leaped up with a roar - it can only be said that jumping and slashing will always be the romance of warriors.

However, the Dragon Scale Monk had already noticed the dwarf's sneak attack, and with his muscles tensed, he was fully prepared.

The Empire's genetic modification gave him the reflexes of a hummingbird, allowing him to sense danger within 0.2 milliseconds.

"Drink-"

With a hoarse roar, the dwarf warrior smashed down hard on the back of the Dragon Scale Monk's head.

You have to know that this is a heavy hammer carefully made by the dwarves. If it hits, even the hard scales will find it difficult to withstand the strong impact of this blunt weapon.

The Dragonscale Brother didn't even turn his head, but raised his chainsword in anticipation, pointing the tip of it at the dwarf's chest.

The dwarf warrior was horrified and twisted his body in mid-air, trying to dodge, but it was too late.

"Thorn-"

The tip of the chainsword mercilessly pierced the dwarf's chest and stabbed him through, and the dwarf's body hung directly on the hands of the Dragonscale Monk.

Immediately afterwards, the teeth on the edge of the chainsword rotated at high speed, constantly tearing the dwarf's flesh and blood.

Blood splattered everywhere. The dwarf's skin, flesh and even bones were cut by the chainsaw sword, and his brain, internal organs and intestines gushed out.

"Damn, this is too disgusting." The Dragon Scale Monk spat and shook his hands fiercely.

Then, the dwarf's body broke into several pieces and was thrown out, piling on the ground like a used rag. It was no longer in human form and could only be described as horrific.

"Tyron!"

"You, how dare you treat a brave and fearless warrior like this!" The dwarves' voices trembled with extreme anger and surprise.

The Dragon Scale Monk wiped the blood off his face nonchalantly and grinned again: “Want to avenge him? Then come and kill me, hahahaha!”

Witnessing the tragic plight of their people and the atrocities of the Dragon Scale Monks who insulted the corpses, the dwarves were furious and wished they could tear the monster in front of them into pieces.

A dwarf general raised his hammer and shouted angrily: "Fellow countrymen, come together and smash his head into pieces!"

"Kill this monster!"

"go to hell!"

Under the call of hatred, the dwarf warriors gathered together, formed a tight formation, and surrounded from different directions, trying to launch an attack on the Dragon Scale Monk.

"Come on, come on," the Dragon Scale Monk muttered softly. He loaded the ammunition and waited for this group of "little monsters" to gather so that he could test his new ammunition.

Seeing the dwarves gathered in groups, the corners of the Dragon Scale Monk's mouth curled up, and the smile on his face became more ferocious.

He slowly raised the grenade launcher on his right arm, with the black muzzle, which was like a cannon, pointed forward.

"boom!"

A huge gunshot echoed on the city wall, and a specially made bullet was fired from the muzzle, exploding before hitting the dwarf, spraying out scattered shotgun shells.

The dwarves who were standing more densely suffered, their flesh being ruthlessly torn apart by the shotgun shells.

It was Metal Storm Fragmentation rounds, excellent ammunition for dealing with large numbers of lightly armored targets.

Exploding before impact and spraying out shotgun shells that tear apart their victims, proximity charges replace the mass-reaction primers, and the diamond warheads are replaced by explosive casings.

These ammunitions are specially equipped by the Imperial Military to the Dragon Scale Monks and are specifically used to deal with enemy cluster targets, allowing these humanoid killing machines to better "become invincible" in the enemy camp.

And now it seems that the actual combat effect is indeed very significant.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With the support of the Empire's military technology, this grenade launcher of exaggerated caliber can even fire continuously!

The Dragon Scale Monk laughed wildly while spinning in place, pulling the trigger continuously and shooting at the dwarves in different directions.

What's even more exaggerated is that the Dragon Scale Monk also threw out two metal balls from the dimensional bag. Those metal balls lit up and expanded in mid-air, turning into suspended turrets, pouring out dense bullets like a rainstorm.

With loud noises, the dwarves fell down in large numbers like wheat harvested by a sickle.

But the dwarves are a stubborn and brave race after all, and they are not afraid of dying on the battlefield.

Faced with such a cruel scene, the dwarf warriors did not retreat. They even stepped on the corpses of their companions and rushed forward under dense shotgun shells and bullets.

However, even if they got close to the Dragon Scale Monk, they would still have to face the bloody, high-speed rotating chainsaw sword, and would be chopped into two pieces with just one encounter.

The dwarves in the distance tried to kill the monster with crossbows and bows and arrows, but the Dragon Scale Monk's body was covered with hard scales and exoskeleton, making it almost invulnerable.

When arrows shot at him, they only made a crisp sound and were then easily bounced off.

"For Avenderdan!" The dwarf rushed up from behind with red eyes, waving a sledgehammer.

The Dragon Scale Monk turned around and raised his gun.

"boom!"

Under the powerful impact, the dwarf flew backwards and hit the city wall hard. His body was covered with bullet holes and blood was flowing out.

"Evenderdan never," the dwarf said with difficulty as he sat on the ground, but he died before he could finish.

"knock off!"

The Dragon Scale Monk blew away the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, wiped the blood off his face again, and said happily.

At this time, the area around him was filled with corpses of dwarves. The pungent smell of gunpowder and blood filled the air on the city walls, and the surrounding walls had turned into a pool of blood.

In this short period of time, he had killed nearly a hundred dwarf warriors, and this happened in various places on the walls of Avendeldan.

Dror deployed a dozen dragon scale monks through the dragon group, trying to let them tear the enemy's line at the front and attract firepower, while the main force could take the opportunity to climb the city.

——However, the effect was better than he had imagined. These dragon scale monks were like a dozen bombs thrown, blowing the dwarf defenders into complete defeat.

As the "ultimate creation" of the Burning Empire's genetic engineering and magic technology, with an average cost of 12 gold coins, the Dragon Scale Monk at this moment is both offensive and defensive, and extremely powerful. According to the official standards of the Empire, the challenge level of these Dragon Scale Monks fluctuates between 14 and , which has reached the level of a small boss.

However, these dragon-scale monks are not invincible. In terms of scale and quality, they are far inferior to the divine army of Holy Fadlan - at least at the current stage.

"boom!"

With a rumbling sound and rising dust, the sharp rock suddenly protruded and pierced through the ground like a long sword, piercing through the Dragon Scale Monk from bottom to top.

“Uh huh.”

The Dragon Scale Monk was actually hung on the rock spike, and boiling dragon blood that corroded the ground continued to flow out.

At the top of the city wall, the dwarf King Edd was holding up his war hammer with one arm, looking into the distance with a ferocious look on his face, and staring at another dragon scale monk who was hacking and killing people on the city wall.

There was another muffled sound, and Ed jumped high into the air, easily stepping onto a height of nearly 100 meters. He then swung his warhammer through the air and smashed the dragon scale monk into meat paste with one blow.

The dwarf king looked around and shouted, "My people - the moment of life and death has come for Avundeldan! We must do our best!"

"Your Majesty Ed!"

"Praise the mighty Lord of the Mountains!"

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Seeing the two Dragon Scale Monks killed in an instant, the dwarves' morale was immediately boosted and they cheered in unison.

In the southwest of Avendeldan, another famous dwarf warrior, Brun Farrell, also stepped forward and stabbed a dragonscale monk through and through.

Under Ed's command, the strong dwarves came out in full force and fought with all their might. The powerful rune warriors, the fearless dwarf warriors, and the skilled battle masters all appeared on the battlefield.

But after all, two fists are no match for four hands. The dwarven warriors can kill the Dragon Scale Monks, but it is difficult for them to withstand the tsunami-like offensive of the Burning Cinders Empire.

Engineering vehicles followed the tanks and eventually drove to the city. The dwarves released rolling stones and threw burning barrels of wine, but it didn't have much effect.

On the contrary, the Empire's artillery was as accurate as if it had eyes, often dropping from the sky to destroy the dwarves' hidden mechanisms, leaving them helpless.

"Om-"

An engineering vehicle raised a huge ladder several dozen meters high and placed it on the city wall of Avendeldan, while the imperial infantry quickly climbed up the ladder and occupied the outer city wall one after another.

The Dragonscale Monks in front have already attracted the firepower of the dwarves and cleared a bloody path for them. What the infantry need to do is to control the city wall in a natural way and then occupy Avendeldan.

The sky over Avundaldan was also occupied by a group of burning dragons. The wyverns and fire dragons flapped their wings and spewed dragon flames at the dwarves. Sometimes they would swoop down and grab the dwarves into the air, then release their claws.
The dwarves fought back with all their might, shooting arrows into the sky, causing the dragons to fall from the sky one after another.

"Take back our position! This is the wall built by our ancestors. We must not let it fall into the hands of the enemy!" Brun raised his giant sword, roared, and led the dwarves to launch a counterattack.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The imperial infantry opened fire one after another, but Brun blocked them by holding his sword horizontally as a shield. The dwarf warrior quickly came in front of the soldiers and swept the greatsword in his hand.

"Shh-"

Blood splattered, and several imperial soldiers were cut in half. The dwarf warriors behind Brun were greatly encouraged, and they counterattacked while shouting "For Avenderdan!"

But the imperial infantry did not panic. Following the officers' orders, they calmly changed their formations, and their positions became dispersed and staggered so that they could shoot from different directions.

"boom!"

One after another, the dwarf warriors were hit by bullets and fell to the ground, their lives or deaths unknown.

But even if they fall in a pool of blood, these stubborn dwarves will still struggle to hold on to the enemy's feet and give the opponent the final blow with their teeth.

"Om-"

A loud trumpet sounded, and another group of dwarf goat riders broke into the army of the Burning Empire. They fought with sabers and hammers for a while, shouted a few times, and were swallowed up by the hail of bullets.

At this moment, the walls of Avender had become a veritable meat grinder, with both sides engaged in a fierce battle over the wall towers.

Sometimes it was the imperial soldiers who killed the dwarves and occupied the positions, and sometimes it was warriors like Brun who led the dwarves back and took back the positions with their tenacious will. They fought bloody battles, and the blood of both sides almost dyed the bricks and stones of the city wall red.

But there is no doubt that such a war of attrition is extremely disadvantageous to the dwarves. The Burning Empire brought 60,000 infantry, and before the war, there were only more than 10,000 dwarves in the entire Avendeldan.

And now, after the baptism of blood and fire, the number of dwarf warriors is probably less than 6,000 - if this continues, Avenderdan will become a dead city!
"My fellow kin, follow me and charge back to take back that tower!" Brun, holding a huge sword, charged at the forefront of the team, leading many dwarf warriors to launch another counterattack.

His armor was bloodstained and tattered, its upper surface covered with bullet holes and cracks, this was the umpteenth time he had charged.

But those imperial infantrymen who were weak and relied only on weapons showed no signs of collapse. They did not even retreat a single step, and they did not care even if their comrades died in front of them.

"What a bunch of monsters." Brun gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words from his throat.

"For Avenderdan!"

He gritted his teeth, let out a hoarse roar, raised the giant sword with both hands, and slashed at the soldiers of the Burning Empire.

At this moment, Brun suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart - sure enough, the sky darkened, a huge shadow enveloped him, and then hot smoke rushed towards him.

"boom!"

A giant claw dropped from the sky and slapped towards the dwarf warrior. Brun quickly fell to the ground and rolled several times before he barely avoided it.

The dwarf turned his head breathlessly, only to see an enormous two-legged flying dragon perched on the top of the city wall, looking down at him condescendingly, its pale golden pupils flickering, emitting a dangerous light, and traces of dragon saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth.

That was none other than the leader of the wyverns - Smaug!

Brun clenched the giant sword in his hand, thinking to himself that it was not good. According to his visual observation, the two-legged flying dragon in front of him was 20 meters long and was still emitting tremendous dragon power.

This is not a sub-dragon. Even a real red dragon would hardly possess such power.

"Ow—"

Smaug raised his head, stretched his neck, and let out a long, fierce howl. Then he looked down at the dwarf, with red flames accumulating in his mouth.

Brun's face suddenly changed, and he quickly got up from the ground, spread his legs, and ran as hard as he could - he knew very well what that meant.

"boom!"

Suddenly, brilliant firelight was reflected in the dwarf's pupils.

The raging dragon flames burst out, submerging the walls of Avundaldan. Smaug flapped his wings in the sea of ​​fire and roared deafeningly: "I am fire, I am death!"

But in fact, these were not what the wyvern wanted to say - he was just carrying out Cassius's mission to satisfy the emperor's insignificant bad taste. (End of this chapter)