Ember Dragon

"Hahaha! My chainsword is thirsty!"

"Take your life!"

The Dragon Scale Monks, armed with explosive guns and wielding chain swords, rushed towards the City of Saint Michael one after another.

As a product of the Empire's genetic modification technology, their charging methods are different from those of ordinary soldiers. While others run on their two legs, they get into the "flying cannon" and launch themselves out.

Some Dragon Scale Monks grabbed the claws of the two-legged dragon with one hand, and let go when approaching the City of Saint Michael, calculated their position, and let themselves fall directly.

Just crashing into the crowd could cause hundreds of casualties, smashing the flesh-and-blood Thracian soldiers into a pulp and causing their flesh and blood to fly everywhere.

"boom!"

A wave of steel descended from the sky, crashing onto the city wall with a loud roar, using a dozen Thracian soldiers as meat cushions.

"Hahaha! A beautiful day starts with boarding!"

This guy has been completely immersed in role-playing, forgetting his identity as the head of the Mechanicus Church, and has become an out-and-out war maniac.

"What a beast!"

"Quick, kill him!"

"This damn evil dragon minion! How could he appear here?!"

Although the surrounding Thracian soldiers were extremely terrified, they still gathered around and shot with their outdated double-barreled shotguns that had been eliminated by the empire several years ago.

"Bang! Bang!"

The hot lead bullets hit the exoskeleton armor of Iron Frenzy and were all easily bounced off without leaving even the slightest trace.

"You dare to fight back?"

Iron Frenzy raised his eyebrows, raised the explosive gun in his hand, and pointed the muzzle of the gun, which was comparable to a small artillery, at the group of Thracian soldiers.

"boom!"

Fire burst out from the muzzle, and the bullet exploded into countless pieces before hitting the target, forming a storm of metal fragments that tore the panicked Thracian soldiers into pieces.

"Bang! Bang!"

There were a few more loud roars, and the Iron Frenzy fired several shots at the surroundings. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the fan-shaped firepower network tore everything nearby to pieces.

"Amaunator, a monster, it's just a monster!"

"Don't go near it!"

"God of the Sun, how can there be such a thing? Even bullets can't hurt it!"

Faced with the shattered bodies of their comrades, the Thracian soldiers finally lost all their courage. Their faces turned pale, their legs trembled, and they retreated involuntarily, instinctively wanting to stay away from the monster in front of them.

"Tsk tsk, this is exactly the feeling I want." Iron Frenzy blew away the gun smoke from the muzzle, then drew out his chainsaw sword and grinned, "Since you don't dare to come up, I'll come find you myself!"

Steel Frenzy leaped forward and jumped directly into the chaotic crowd.

"God!"

"He's coming!"

Faced with the attack of the Dragon Scale Monks, these Thracian soldiers were like frightened sheep, in panic, confusion and at a loss.

"Ouch!"

The Iron Frenzy was so powerful that it punched out with one punch. The head of the Thracian soldier in front of him exploded like a watermelon, and red and white blood flowed all over the ground.

Then he grabbed another soldier by the neck and threw him directly off the towering city wall.

"No, no, help—"

The soldier let out a terrified howl, but within a few seconds, there was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground, and the soldier was no longer alive.

The surrounding soldiers fled in panic, pushing and shoving each other, wailing and crying.

But there were also Thracian soldiers who recognized the situation and wanted to fight to the death. They swung their swords at the back of the Dragon Scale Monk and roared with gritted teeth: "Kill him! Fight to the death! If we don't get rid of this guy, none of us will survive!"

"Yes, let's attack together. I don't believe this guy has no weaknesses!"

In an instant, several sabers and swords were swung and slashed at the back of the steel frenzy, aiming at the neck, head and other vital parts.

"Come on! The time has come to be invincible on the battlefield!" Iron Frenzy laughed loudly, turned around suddenly, and the chainsaw sword in his hand rotated at high speed, slashing fiercely behind him.

"Thorn-"

The sound of limbs being torn apart echoed throughout the city walls, making one's scalp tingle.

The chainsaw sword cut the Thracian soldier who wanted to launch a sneak attack in half like tearing a few wet rags. Blood spurted out from the cut and splashed on Iron Frenzy's face.

“How fast, how fast!” Bathed in blood, the Iron Frenzy rushed into the crowd like the Chosen One of Baal, hacking and killing indiscriminately.

"Om-"

Another sword chopped down at an angle, and the high-speed rotating chainsaw cut through the flesh and bones, cutting off the Thracian soldier's shoulder and most of his upper body, and various internal organs gushed out of his body.

This is the ultimate violent aesthetics of the Dragon Scale Monks, which makes these mortal soldiers feel the primitive fear from the soul.

"monster!"

"Amaunator"

At this moment, these imperial soldiers could not even think of resisting, and were left with only instinctive panic.

"boom!"

There was another roaring gunshot, and flames burst out from the explosive gun. Just like that, the Thracian soldiers in front of him fell to the ground in groups, without a sound.

The soldiers around him were slaughtered, and Iron Frenzy turned around and looked at the other group of soldiers with his shining eyes.

"He, what is he going to do?"

"No way."

The soldiers who were targeted stood where they were, their legs trembling. They had witnessed the brutal massacre of this monster with their own eyes.

"boom!!"

A black shadow flew across the air, and Iron Frenzy laughed loudly, "Come on, who dares to fight me!"

Under the impact of the Dragon Scale Monks, several weak gaps have appeared on the walls of St. Michael, and corpses are piled everywhere.

At the same time, the Empire's firepower bombardment became more and more fierce. Wyverns loaded with ammunition flew across the sky again and again, dropping bombs as dense as raindrops.

The continuous explosions made the people hiding in the city so frightened that they could only huddle in the corner and tremble.

However, immediately afterwards, those airships like giant whales flew across the sky. They connected together and cast a huge shadow, covering the city below.

If any Thracian soldier showed his head, he would be hit by a barrage of elemental laser cannons and machine guns from the belly of the airship, and would be killed without a burial place.

"help"

“God, save us”

The Thracian soldiers huddled in the corner of the city, desperately praying to the gods in their hearts, begging for forgiveness. But soon, heavy footsteps were heard, and giant armored vehicles appeared on the road, lowering their heads and pointing machine guns at the soldiers deep in the alley.

"boom!"

"Blasphemers! You will all be judged!"

An angry voice came from above, and the angel god flapped his wings vigorously, wielding a flaming sword, and golden blades of light flew out.

The wings of the wyvern soaring in the sky were cut off, the steam tank galloping on the ground was split in half, and even the dragon scale monks fighting in the crowd had their heads chopped off.

"Surround her!"

"That's the enemy's duke!"

"Come quickly, there's a big monster here! You can't see its level!"

In an instant, hundreds of players swarmed forward, waving their swords, releasing various spells such as fire, thunder, frost, etc., and launched an attack on the descendants of angels.

Some players even directly climbed onto the angel's body, wrapping it three times inside and three times outside, completely wrapping it up.

"Judgment——"

The angel god raised his sword in extreme anger, and golden flames burst out of his eyes.

"Shh-"

In an instant, the wings spread out, and thousands of dazzling golden lights were released. The players surrounding the angel were burned in the light and eventually turned into ashes.

However, soon, more imperial soldiers and players gathered around the angel gods, and countless bullets and shells poured down.

"boom!"

A bullet engraved with penetrating magic pierced through the wing, causing golden-red blood to spurt out and blood-stained feathers to fall from mid-air.

The angel turned around like an enraged trapped beast and roared, "Foolish mortal, you are seeking death—"

But soon, a silver arrow pierced through the shield and his shoulder, and the arrowhead exploded in his body, charring half of his body.

The angel roared in pain, but the players did not hold back and their attacks became more vicious and cruel.

The Dragonsworn Paladin, wearing heavy scale armor and holding a huge shield, stands in the front, attracting the attacks of the angel gods, while behind him are many ranged professions such as archers, mages, and warlocks who are outputing crazily.

For example, the notorious rogue player [Night Poetry], holding a crossbow that exuded a sticky black mist, specifically shot at the lower three directions of the angel's descendants, and it actually worked.

"Thorn-"

A pitch-black arrow pierced through the air and hit the bull's eye, piercing the angel's anus.

The angel's face suddenly changed. He was embarrassed and angry at first, then he was furious. His whole body was shaking violently, and even the wings behind him began to tremble.

"I got it right!" Night Poetry was so happy that he couldn't help but cheer.

"You shameless scum! You should be trapped in the sun's divine fire and burn forever, even your soul will be evaporated!"

Under the fierce attack, the angel god waved his broken wings and rushed towards the Poetry of Night in a rage. He beheaded him with a sword and blood spurted three meters high.

"What the hell?"

The players watching were stunned and amazed, sighing that he was worthy of being one of the famous "Four Beasts" and could actually pull hatred to such an extent.

At this moment, a loud dragon roar came from overhead, and Singo was seen riding a flying dragon, swooping down from the sky, pulling the longbow in his hand to its full extent, and a magic mark appeared on the chest of the angel god.

But at this moment, the seriously injured angel god could hardly dodge, and could only raise the flaming sword in his hand and glare at the players in the distance.

"Whoosh-"

Along with the roar of thunder, a long arrow shining with light tore through the sky and shot towards the chest of the angel god like a meteor.

Finally, the terrifying long arrow mercilessly pierced through the chest, penetrated the beating heart of the angel god, and completed the final end.

"how come."

The angel of God spat out a mouthful of golden blood, half-knelt on the ground, and the wings behind him drooped weakly - they were obviously just a group of lowly mortals, how could they kill such a noble descendant of God like him?

"Fuck! This boss is going to die soon!"

"It's Xin Dog again!"

"I am so impressed. I worked so hard for most of the day, but in the end he still got the kill!"

"Hurry up and output, maybe you can get some experience!"

"If you're a noob, just practice more. You can still blame me for not being able to get any kills? Why don't you think more about your own problems?" Singo hovered in the air, sneered, and rode away on his dragon.

The remaining players were furious and attacked the dying angel god, venting their anger.

But unexpectedly, a divine light suddenly burst out from the eyes of the angel of god, and a dazzling light also shone from his heart, almost making his body transparent, and a majestic energy wave emanated from it.

"That is--"

"This boss is going to self-destruct!"

"Run!"

Suddenly, the players around were horrified, but it was too late to dodge.

Along with the dazzling light, the core of divine power in the angel's body exploded directly. The tremendous torrent of energy directly swallowed up everything around it, blasting a huge hole in the city wall.

"Sir, let's go, get out of here!"

"But this is St. Michael City, a fortress in the eastern part of the kingdom. Once St. Michael is lost, the army of the Burning Empire will threaten August and Your Majesty!" Tirena was still hesitant.

She came here with a mission from Wilham. If she fails to defend St. Michael, her prestige in the country will be greatly reduced.

At this moment, Misha in the distance also discovered Tirena's trail. She rode on Smaug's back and pointed at the angel of God with a menacing look: "Chase her! She is the Duke of Thrace of God, Wilham's confidant. We must not let her escape!"

"boom!"

Along with the sound of air bursting, a fireball containing huge energy flew from a distance.

Tirena quickly folded her broad wings to block the incoming fireball.

The angel god next to him struggled to resist the attack of the wyvern, and shouted, "My Lord Duke, St. Michael City can no longer be defended. We must return to August and meet His Majesty Wilham!

Your existence is more important than the city of Saint Michael. Only the angelic descendants, only the power of His Majesty Amaunator can save Thrace!"

"Go!" Tirena looked at the pursuing imperial soldiers, couldn't help but grit her teeth, and then raised the flaming sword in her hand.

I saw a ray of light released from the tip of the sword, rushing straight into the sky, a melodious hymn sounded, and the surrounding space fluctuated violently.

"Lock the space around me!" Misha ordered sternly, then waved her slender hand. Countless chains wrapped around the space and solidified the magic net.

"How dare you, a mere follower of a dragon, stop me! I am the follower of His Majesty Amaunator, the Duke of Thrace!"

The divine power released from Tirena's sword was extremely powerful. In an instant, the dazzling light pierced through the sky, and those angels and descendants of gods turned into holy light and disappeared on the spot.

When Misha arrived, the angels had disappeared, leaving only a mess.

Misha rode on Smaug's back, looking down at the shattered Saint Michael and the soldiers wailing in the smoke, her eyes cold:
"What you call Thrace will soon cease to exist under the iron hoof of the empire." (End of this chapter)