Ember Dragon

Chapter 700: City Destruction
After a long silence, the soldiers of the Empire burst into wild cheers, but the soldiers stationed in Isengard felt buzzing in their ears and were terrified.

"God."

"In the name of Amaunator, how is this possible?"

"Earl Hein was eaten? He, he is a man favored by the Sun God, how could this happen!"

"Could that evil dragon be the Burning Cinder Emperor? Oh my God, I've seen that video, it's really him!"

They looked up at the giant dragon that was blocking the sun, at the sky that was suddenly darkening, and felt an unprecedented despair.

Although the army of the Burning Empire is extremely powerful, it can still be defeated by mortals as long as they have enough courage and make enough sacrifices.

But what about the giant dragon in the sky?
He swallowed up Earl Hain, who was gifted by Amaunator, in one gulp, swallowed up their common sun, and also swallowed up their last hope!

Great despair and fear filled the hearts of the soldiers. It was like facing natural disasters such as tsunamis and earthquakes. There was no other way except to escape.

With tens of thousands of eyes focused on it, the red dragon in the sky spit out the body of the angel without hesitation, and even licked its lips nonchalantly.

——After all, Kaixiu doesn’t like to eat humanoid creatures, he just wants to devour the divine power core that is about to explode.

Hain slammed into the ground hard, sinking several feet deep. A huge hole appeared in his chest, and his whole body became dull and covered with cracks, like a broken stone sculpture.

Although he was already dead, his face still retained an expression of horror and disbelief.

——This divine earl never expected that he, who wanted to die together with the imperial people, would be swallowed by a bloody mouth that suddenly appeared.

High in the sky, the red dragon flapped its wings and looked down at the cast iron wall across the valley with its deep golden vertical pupils. It slowly opened its mouth and spoke in a calm tone.

There was no threat in it, it seemed to be just stating a trivial fact.

“Nice to meet you, the remnant of Fadlan, the followers of the Sun God.

You may have heard of my name. I am Cassius, the master of Anzeta and the emperor of the Burning Empire.

The Burning Empire will completely save you from the cruel oppression and terrifying rule of the Thracian Kingdom and grant you true salvation."

A thunderous sound appeared over Isengard and echoed throughout the magnificent city, making people feel terrified, but also extremely confused and puzzled.

In their eyes, the red dragon was an extremely cruel tyrant. His only purpose in occupying Isengard was to plunder wealth and enslave the people here. His army of monsters would even treat human souls as delicacies.

But when it really appeared above the city, the evil dragon was talking seriously about the so-called "salvation". The scene was really bizarre.

"He, what does he want to do?"

"What is he saying?"

"What is the purpose of the Burning Empire? They actually said they came to save us?"

Cassius' voice continued, and became more and more rhythmic: "Wilham, the King of Thrace, colluded with the devil of hell and wanted to steal the power of the sun by sacrificing the lives of the people, so he was rejected by the gods.

You should know his true face and recognize one thing - the Burning Empire is the legitimate successor of the Holy Fadlan! It is the real sun!"

Under the people's astonished gazes, the red dragon spread its wings, and the dragon crystal on its chest suddenly lit up, as bright and dazzling as the sun, bursting out with tremendous light.

[Sun Shadow]

Under the combined influence of the authority of the element of fire, the origin of heaven, and the power of the sun, the light released by the red dragon is far more dazzling than that of Hain, and more sacred, exuding a sense of solemnity.

Under such light, the rivers were evaporated and the air within a hundred miles became dry and hot, as if it was the noon of a hot summer.

"How can this be?"

"But this is indeed the power of His Majesty Amaunator."

"This familiar light, could it be that what he said is true? Could it be that His Majesty Wilham has really betrayed the gods?"

People were talking about it, feeling that the worldview they had built up for so long was about to collapse. Could it be that everything they had fought so hard to protect was just a scam of the devil?

It was clear that they were beginning to waver.

Looking at the violent reaction of the Isengards, Cassius continued to exaggerate: "I believe many of you have participated in the holy war. It was an extremely cruel war, and former compatriots fought each other."

After hearing this, many soldiers below understood it deeply and nodded in agreement.

“But those high and mighty kings have never followed the church’s rules and regulations, and have never treated you as their true subjects. Instead, they have treated you as cheap consumables!

In order to fight for power and profit, they signed contracts with the devil, even demons, and sold your souls! They are not qualified to be the successors of Holy Fadlan! Even those so-called descendants of gods are nothing but thieves who steal power!"

The ability of [Warrior] was activated, and the red dragon's charm that was enough to destroy reality easily distorted people's minds, making them want to be convinced.

"Evil dragon! You are talking nonsense!"

"Don't try to deceive our soldiers with sweet words!"

Roars of wrath came from the walls of Isengard.

The remaining several angels flapped their wings and appeared above the cast iron wall. They glared at the red dragon and raised the silver swords in their hands, with golden light emanating from the tips of the swords.

Those golden lights intertwined with each other to form a huge sun disk in the sky. The disk rotated, and the sacred light blocked everything outside Isengard.

The angel standing in the front gritted his teeth and said sternly: "Evil dragon! I don't know where you stole these powers from, but as long as we are here, you will never set foot on the territory of Thrace!
Everyone, follow me and fight this evil dragon to the death! Even if I die, I will let him see how powerful the descendants of God are! "

"kill--"

"For Thrace!"

"For Holy Fadlan!"

The nine angels released a sun disk with a diameter of hundreds of meters at full force, which enveloped the sky above the city wall. Even when facing a demigod-level enemy, it could hold out for a moment, enough to hold out until the arrival of Thracian reinforcements.

But these remaining angels overlooked one point: their enemy was no ordinary creature, but the giant dragon who had caused the fall of the Lord of Heaven and the dissipation of the incarnation of gods - the Burning Emperor Cassius.

Looking at these angels blocking his way, Cassius waved his broad dragon wings and snorted coldly: "You really overestimate your own abilities.
The true Lord of Heaven cannot stop me, so what qualifications do you birdmen who claim to be descendants of angels have to stand before me?"

The red dragon showed a cruel and ferocious smile on his face: "In this case, I will let you see what the real sun is!"

Cassius took a deep breath, and the solar power in the dragon crystal poured into his basal blood vessels, flowing along with the hot dragon blood, and finally gathered into a dazzling fireball in his throat.

He had countless ways to kill these angels without any effort, but he chose the most insulting one.

[Sun Breath]

Cassius wanted to use the power of these descendants of gods to completely defeat them—not only physically, but also mentally! "Boom—"

The sound of air exploding was heard, and a dazzling beam of light crossed the sky, piercing through thousands of meters of space, and hit the golden disc directly.

The sun's wrath is enough to destroy everything - even itself!
Looking at the oncoming beam of light, even though they had been prepared, the angels still showed expressions of fear and despair on their faces, and everything in front of them was illuminated by the light.

This is not the breath of an evil dragon, it is the punishment from the sun god!
Could it be that the red dragon was really a messenger of disaster sent by His Majesty Amaunator - to bring punishment and destroy these sinful people?

This was the last thought that flashed through the minds of the angels.

The next moment, in just a flash, a dazzling beam of light pierced through the sun disk of the angels.

The powerful light of divine power enveloped all the descendants of gods, completely destroying their physical bodies, plundering the source of their divine power, and turning these winged creatures into ashes.

Immediately afterwards, the beam of light hit the indestructible cast iron wall behind it.

"Do not--"

"Quick, run! This place is going to collapse!"

The entire Isengard shook violently. The outer wall melted instantly and turned into flowing molten iron. The inner wall also collapsed suddenly, and huge steel and rubble fell madly.

Under this breath containing the power of the sun god, even the city walls engraved with runes that can withstand spell bombardment are useless.

An incomparably bright light was reflected in the terrified eyes of every soldier. Then there was smoke and rubble all over the sky, and finally a thunderous noise that shook the earth.

In just a few seconds, a section of the majestic city wall that was a hundred meters long and more than twenty meters high completely collapsed, and thousands of people either fell to their death or were buried in it.

"Amaunator, above."

"Is this really a punishment from God? How can such an enemy be defeated?"

At this moment, it no longer matters whether this giant dragon is the messenger of the Sun God or whether the Burning Empire is the legitimate successor of Fadlan.

Cassius has proven to the people of Isengard that he is capable of destroying the city in a very short time.

The red dragon flapped its wings that covered the sky and slowly descended from the sky, finally landing above Isengard and grabbing the city wall with its huge claws.

"Om-"

There was a sharp sound of metal being squeezed, and the steel wall was dented by the heavy claws.

But the soldiers on the city wall were trembling all over, standing still and not daring to move at all, and some even fainted under the almost tangible dragon power.

“God, God.”

"Amaunator, above."

The red dragon stared at them with its golden eyes that were larger than a human's. It spoke indifferently, and said the familiar lines word by word: "Submit, or die."

"Bang!"

The sounds of weapons falling were heard one after another, first a few scattered ones, then more and more, and finally connected into one.

The flag of the sun and wings slowly descended from the top of the city wall, while the imperial flag of flames and vertical pupils slowly rose up and fluttered in the wind.

A cluster of airships floated above the city, casting a huge, mottled shadow that seemed to cover the entire city. The scene was extremely bizarre.

The giant armored vehicles marched through the city streets, their huge bodies like moving mountains, making the ground tremble with every step they took.
They moved between low-rise buildings, their thick metal shells flashing a cold light, attracting countless fearful and curious glances.

The imperial infantry formed neat rows in the city and marched quickly under the command and organization of officers at all levels, rushing to important places such as arsenals and banks in the city.

"boom--"

An armored vehicle equipped with a machine gun was driving slowly on the road, and a loud voice came from the large speaker on top of it: "The Imperial Army has arrived. Please stay at home, stay calm, and don't move around—"

"Mom, I'm scared. Those imperial people... Will they really eat the souls of children?"

"Don't be afraid, kid, it's just a rumor."

"But I heard"

Such conversations took place in many houses in the city. The people of Isengard were terrified by the arrival of the Imperial Army. They huddled in their homes, trembling.

After all, in the official Thracian propaganda, the soldiers of the Burning Empire are greedy and brutal monsters.

Although the Isengards were located at the border of Thrace and the North Aysir region, they were actually the heartland of the Thracian Kingdom. They had no external enemies and enjoyed decades of peace.

Even the war in the South and the rebellion in the North only increased their tax burden, and the war never directly affected the city.

But now, the arrival of the Burning Empire has completely changed everything.

"boom--"

The earth let out a dull roar.

Outside Isengard, steam tanks galloped across the land, wyverns soared in the sky, and the imperial army poured into the Thracian region through the Elbert Pass like a flood.

Isengard fell, and the full-scale war between the Burning Empire and the Thracian Kingdom began.

……

Kingdom of Thrace, Augustus.

"Extra! Extra! The Burning Empire declares war on the Thracian Kingdom! Isengard has been captured!"

"What? Isengard has fallen?"

"Amaunator, by God!"

"That's the only gateway to the north! How could such an indestructible city be breached like this?"

The army of the Burning Empire marched straight into Thrace, rampaging at lightning speed, and the city of Auguste was in an uproar and fell into great panic.

The Burning Empire is like a huge blade, hanging over the heads of everyone in the city.

In the past hundred years, apart from the civil war among the three major kingdoms, this was the first time that a real "foreign enemy" invaded Fadland.

(End of this chapter)