Ember Dragon

"Red Scale Conqueror, listen to my orders - charge with a dragon roar and destroy them!"

Hundreds of knights wearing shining light armor and holding sharp spears riding flying dragons emerged from the portal one after another, rushing out like a tide.

Under the knight's control, the wyverns opened their bloody mouths at the same time, let out resonant roars, and released a tremendous dragon power.

"Roar--"

In an instant, a huge red dragon shadow appeared behind the Red Scale Conquerors. It flapped its broad wings and, carrying a scorching breath, pounced towards the dozen or so angel descendants.

"what is that?"

"Could it be the legendary Burning Emperor?"

The angels who were fighting with the wyvern were horrified when they saw the giant dragon in the distance.

However, after a closer look, Haien calmed down and shouted, "They are just a group of mortals riding on flying dragons. They just have the blood of that evil dragon. They are nothing to be afraid of!"

But an extremely terrifying pressure swept across the sky, and everyone seemed to see the emperor appear in front of them, crushing themselves and their comrades, and felt a fear that came from the bottom of their hearts and penetrated deep into their souls.

"No, wake up, that's not real-"

Hein woke up instantly. He looked up at the rapidly approaching Red Scale Conqueror with an anxious face, but his comrades were still trapped in the illusion of fear and unable to extricate themselves.

Seeing this, Hain had no choice but to flap his wings and temporarily leave the battlefield, leaving his comrades in a trance.

And just this moment of distraction was enough for the Red Scale Conquerors to complete a charge - this was their specialty.

Taking advantage of the momentum of the swooping dragon, they raised their spears, and the spears engraved with the disintegration array suddenly pierced through the chests of the angels, and the golden blood of the gods spilled onto the earth.

Bathed in the blood of his comrades, Hain's arm holding the Holy Spear trembled slightly. His expression gradually became furious, his face was hideous, and his eyes were like two exploding suns.

He roared and flapped the wings behind him. His whole body glowed and bursts of thick smoke emerged, causing the air around him to become distorted.

"Thorn-"

Accompanied by a shrill scream, a golden light tore through the sky and flew towards the dragon riders.

However, the leader of the Red Scale Conquerors, the Dragonblood Duke of the Empire—Alger suddenly turned his head and keenly noticed this sudden attack.

He put all his strength into swinging his sword head-on. The dragon-veined giant eagle under his mount also let out a long cry, spread its wings and dived down, cooperating with Alger to bring strong kinetic energy.

The blade light cut through the space and actually split the holy spear into two parts, causing it to shatter in mid-air.

"how is this possible?"

An expression of disbelief appeared on Hain's face. That was the holy spear he condensed with the power bestowed by the Sun God. No mortal could block it!

But he didn't know that as one of the more than ten dukes of the empire, Alger's strength had long since changed. His strong body contained the power comparable to that of an adult dragon.

When Alger cooperated with the giant eagle that he had cultivated for many years, his strength in the air was comparable to that of a legendary warrior. The Red Scale Conqueror Corps he led had become the nightmare of many people in the north.

"Hain, the Count of the Kingdom of Thrace." Alger's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He recognized the identity of this angel at a glance.

Then, Alger raised his sword, pointed the tip of the sword at the angel god in the distance, and ordered in a stern voice: "That is the general stationed in Isengard!

Surround him and never let him leave here alive! Everyone in the team that can kill him will be promoted to the rank of nobleman!"

Suddenly, the Red Scale Conquerors' gazes towards Hain became burning, like greedy dragons seeing gold coins.

You must know that the empire is now thriving and the competition is extremely fierce. After reaching the earl level, every promotion is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

In the eyes of the Red Scale Conquerors, Hain is now a piece of tempting flying fat meat that can bring them huge wealth and fame.

"kill him!"

"For the Empire!"

These Red Scale Conquerors cooperated skillfully, forming scattered teams to chase and intercept from different directions, almost blocking all of Hain's routes.

Hundreds of demon-destroying arrows streaked through the sky and poured down on the angel god-descendant like a rainstorm, and nets were unfurled in the air.

This is a hunt, a hunt for enemy generals.

"You bunch of ignorant mortals! How dare you be my enemy!" Hain roared, flapping his wings violently, and the golden flames swallowed the surrounding arrows.

He was flying at an extremely fast speed, like a small sun falling to the ground, and crashed into the weakest point of the Red Scale Conquerors' defense.

Charred dragon corpses, broken spears, and shattered armor were scattered everywhere. Hain devoured everything along the way in flames, and instantly penetrated the defense line of the Red Scale Conquerors and flew towards the city.

"This boss is quite fierce——"

"Chase!"

"Hold on in front, I'm relying on you for my promotion this time!"

Seeing this, Alger picked up the intercom and whispered, "That descendant of God is extremely powerful. Request firepower reinforcement."

The airship in the sky slowly descended, with a thick gun barrel extending from its belly. Sharp rays of light shot out from it and shot towards the descendants of angels.

"Shh-"

After being hit by the light, the angel's eyes dimmed instantly and his movements slowed down a bit.

But then, dozens of rays of light bombarded him, gradually covering his entire body with cold frost, and finally he fell powerlessly from the sky one after another.

These magic laser weapons were carefully prepared and tailor-made by the imperial researchers, and were specifically used to restrain the Fadlan gods who possessed the power of the sun god.

After in-depth research on the Horn of Everfrost and exploration of the Frost Giant ruins, researchers from the Burning Empire have completely mastered the creation of the "Power of the Everfrost Rune" and applied it to war.

"Elliot!"

Looking at his familiar comrade turning into ice and falling to the ground, Hain's expression was furious, but also mixed with a hint of fear.

The weapons of these evil dragon minions have actually developed to this extent! Not only can they massacre mortals on a large scale, they can even kill noble and powerful warriors of the gods!

"boom!"

Elliot felt a chill on his back, and his wings were covered with a thin layer of frost, becoming somewhat stiff, but the sun power in his body made him recover quickly. He was furious and looked at the source of the attack, but saw a scene that made him despair - dozens of airships covered the sky above his head, forming a huge fleet, and frantically shot and killed the angels in the air with unimaginable efficiency.

And those angels who were invincible and holy in the past were now like birds being chased by hunters, dodging back and forth in the interlaced light, with their feathers flying everywhere.

"My Lord Amaunator, is our era over now?" Hain couldn't help but mutter to himself.

A fleet of this size could not be created for emergency preparedness! Moreover, those weapons were so targeted that they seemed to be tailor-made for them.

A terrible guess emerged in Hain's mind: in order to attack the Thracian Kingdom, the Burning Empire may have been secretly preparing for several years!

Since this country has a very short history, it is very likely that the evil dragon had already begun planning to attack the Thracian Kingdom at the beginning of the establishment of the Burning Empire - before Fadlan collapsed.

How ambitious and greedy it was to plot to invade the most powerful and richest empire in the world in the early days of the founding of the country!
Hain was extremely frightened and developed a great fear of the Burning Emperor.

But it was only in this moment of trance that dozens of cold rays crisscrossed and gathered in the air like a woven dense net, and finally all bombarded him.

A huge ice ball with a diameter of several meters appeared in the sky and fell rapidly towards Isengard, and Hein was trapped in it, still maintaining a somewhat desperate expression.

For some reason, Hain felt that time was so long, but his thinking did not slow down at all, as if everyone's movements were in slow motion.

"This is."

Concealed in ice, Hein could clearly see the fierce battle in Isengard - no, it could not be said to be fierce at all, it could only be said to be a one-sided massacre.

Armor-piercing shells were fired from the gun barrels of steam tanks, hitting the solid cast iron city walls, instantly making them riddled with holes and on the verge of collapse. Many sections of the city walls even collapsed, burying hundreds of soldiers.

The imperial infantry marched quickly beside the steam tanks and giant mechas, with continuous flames bursting out from the muzzles of their guns, and bullets rained down on the Thracian soldiers.

The Thracian soldiers were stationed on the city walls, holding crude weapons that had long been eliminated by the empire. They loaded ammunition again and again and launched counterattacks.

But under the fierce firepower of the empire, any soldier who dared to show his head would be shot into a sieve in an instant, and even his head would be smashed into pieces of meat mixed with brain matter.

The huge humanoid machines walked on the land, and every step they took caused the ground to shake. Hundreds of missiles flew out from behind them, bombarding the most crowded areas, often blowing dozens of people into charcoal.

The desperate Thracian defenders opened the secret door in the city wall and released the Iron Golem from decades ago, hoping that the weapons left by Fadlan could help them repel the enemy.

In the past, these huge constructs were the nightmare of all enemies. They were invulnerable to swords and guns, and immune to arrows. They could kill a dozen soldiers with one punch and easily destroy an infantry regiment.

But now, in the "new war" of the Burning Empire, they are nothing more than clumsy targets.

"boom--"

In front of a cluster of more than thirty giant armored vehicles, the steel golems had almost no power to resist. In an instant, they were overwhelmed by the tide of artillery fire and turned into a pile of useless scrap metal.

The members of the Arcane Legion stationed in Isengard also raised their staffs and chanted, and high-level spells commonly used in wars such as Sunburst, Lightning Ring, and Meteor Storm were released.

But a huge ogre appeared in the sky and stood under an airship - it was Trump, the chief minister of the empire and also a great wizard.

He commanded dozens of imperial court mages to work together to shake the magic network and infuse a torrent of magical energy into a large-scale spell generator.

"Om-"

An anti-magic force field with a diameter of one hundred meters enveloped Isengard, crushing all the spells of the Arcane Legion.

Standing on the airship, Rumple grinned at the wizards, hummed a little tune happily, and stroked the skull necklace around his neck - his collection might be increasing again.

"Could it be that Isengard was conquered by the Imperials?" Hain's mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts, and his despair grew even greater.

Before they even had time to organize an effective counterattack, the Empire's fierce offensive destroyed everything in Isengard.

As a count of divine descent, Hein could not even witness the fall of Isengard with his own eyes. He died first, frozen to death in this ice ball.

"No"

"I am under the control of His Majesty Amaunator, and I am a citizen of Holy Fadlan. I cannot die like this." Such thoughts emerged in Hein's mind, and his desire to survive became more intense.

The ice ball that sealed him was already suspended in mid-air, as if being held up by some force.

"Crack."

Suddenly, fine cracks appeared on the ice ball, and then the whole thing exploded, with countless fragments flying.

Hein suddenly opened his eyes and murmured, "For Isengard, for the Kingdom of Thrace." His voice suddenly became excited: "And for the eternal holy Fadran!"

Immediately afterwards, two beams of light shot up into the sky, and the ice melted into water, and then evaporated into white mist. The entire body of the angel god was wrapped in the flames of the sun, releasing thousands of rays of light.

He flapped the wings behind him, soared into the air, and flew towards the cluster of airships in the sky - he actually wanted to imitate the dead Duke of North Ethel and ignite his own divine power core!

He would destroy the fleet of the Burning Empire completely at the cost of his own life!

Hein roared heartbreakingly: "Die with me, and I will live forever in the glory of His Majesty Amaunator!"

The soldiers of Isengard raised their heads and looked at the angel god-descendants who were becoming more and more dazzling in the sky, their faces full of surprise, as if they had grasped the last straw to save their lives: "It's Earl Hein!"

"This feeling of being bathed in light - it's the great Sun God! The Sun God has not given up on us! We are still the people of Fadlan!"

"It must be His Majesty Amaunator who has arrived!"

"Long live the holy Fadlan! May the light shine brightly!"

Under the sunshine, the soldiers of Isengard summoned up their final fighting spirit.

They rushed forward fearlessly, bathed in the glory, engaged in close combat with the steel monsters of the empire, and fought back desperately, as if they were determined to fight to the end for their beliefs.

But at this moment, the sky was suddenly torn apart by a sharp claw, and a huge space crack spanned the sky, emitting a terrifying pressure that made the world tremble.

Then, a huge, ferocious dragon head slowly emerged from it and swallowed the miniature sun in the sky in one gulp.

In an instant, the entire battlefield dimmed and the light disappeared.

Isengard was shrouded in shadow, and the soldiers were silent, standing there blankly and dazed, staring at the sky in despair.

Count Hain was eaten?

Their sun, their last faith, was swallowed up like a joke? (End of this chapter)