Ember Dragon

Chapter 708: Throat of Annihilation
The giant force field shield was extremely strong and indestructible. Armored vehicles towing mortars, steam tanks, and even the imperial army followed behind the giant armor and avoided the bombardment of the Thracian defenders.

But the dragons and airships in the sky were not so lucky. Large numbers of wyverns were engulfed in flames, and some airships turned into huge fireballs, rapidly falling toward the ground, and finally exploded with a loud bang.

Arturo raised the long sword in his hand and roared angrily: "All troops, listen to my order - fire! Blast the tortoise shells of the Thracians!"

In an instant, the barrels of the mortars and steam tanks were raised together, and brilliant flames and endless smoke burst out from the muzzles.

"boom--"

One after another, the terrifyingly powerful artillery shells hit the light curtain. The powerful shock waves caused the city walls to shake again, and several soldiers fell down wailing.

Behind the Empire's positions, court spellcasters held staffs, suspended in mid-air, and chanted ancient dragon language in a low voice.

"Roar--"

Along with the roar of the sky, nine fire dragons with bared fangs and claws pounced towards August, releasing a raging sea of ​​fire, mercilessly burning the city walls and causing the light curtain to flicker continuously.

These are spells released with the help of the power of the Burning Emperor. They have the power of high-level spells above the eighth ring and are enough to destroy a city.

However, magic is a hereditary process that requires a long period of accumulation, and the empire obviously does not have this condition.

The Thracian Arcane Legion is by no means an ordinary force. They have a profound heritage inherited from the Holy Fadran, and there are even many legendary wizards in their ranks.

"Shh-"

Along with extremely strong fluctuations in the magic web, a huge vortex appeared in the air, releasing extremely strong attraction, swallowing all the flames into the elemental tower.

In an instant, a huge fireball with a diameter of nearly ten meters appeared on the top of one of the elemental towers. Its core was storing tremendous energy, emitting a dazzling light, as if something was about to emerge from it.

"Not good! Our magic energy has been absorbed by the enemy. Be careful of their next attack!"

The empire's spellcasters were horrified and shouted warnings, raising their staffs and releasing magic barriers in the sky.

And those giant armors also combined their respective force field shields to form an indestructible force field barrier like a fortress.

"boom--"

The dazzling pillar of fire tore through the sky, piercing through more than a dozen magic barriers one after another, and was finally blocked by the giant shield of the armored corps, turning into flames all over the sky.

"Damned Thracians!"

"Destroy them!"

The imperial officers brandished their sabers again and roared in anger.

The Empire's firepower became more intense. The heavy artillery in the distance launched another salvo, and the steam tanks near the front line also fired armor-piercing shells. Even the army was frantically pouring bullets. The gunfire and smoke were about to cover the front line.

And high in the sky, Smaug also spread his wings, raised his head and roared, exuding terrifying dragon power.

"Roar--"

In an instant, a group of imperial dragons consisting of thousands of sub-dragons surged in like a dark cloud, flapping their wings in disorder, and swooped down towards the city of Auguste.

They looked for loopholes in the light curtain and quickly drilled in, then pounced on the imperial soldiers on the city wall, scratching and biting them wantonly, and spewing out scorching dragon flames.

Suddenly, the Thracians were in panic and confusion, and noisy shouts and screams echoed over the city walls.

"Damn beast!"

"Quick! Crossbowmen, kill all these bastards!"

Soon, under the order of the officers, the Thracian soldiers raised their bows and crossbows and continuously shot at the Asian dragons in the sky.

Soldiers holding golden shields and spears stood in the front, resisting the swooping attacks of the Asian dragons, and stabbing the sky with spears, often piercing the heart of the Asian dragon.

In the distance, beside the Apollo Crossbow, the soldiers were struggling to turn the capstan, accumulating strength, and the giant golden arrows they shot could even pierce through three or four dragons at a time, stringing them together.

The dragons wailed and roared, blood and scales splattered, and dragons kept falling from the sky, but many soldiers were burned to death by dragon flames, pierced by poisonous tails, and even had their heads bitten off alive.

"Ow—"

But the wyverns were also extremely cunning. They pounced on the crossbows in groups, waving their sharp claws, stabbing out their long tails, and spewing out scorching dragon flames, burning the precious Apollo crossbows and the soldiers operating them into charcoal.

There was chaos on the city wall. The bloody and chaotic fighting gave the main forces of the empire a rare respite and also gave them the opportunity to tear open the light curtain.

The giant armored vehicles came in front of the light curtain, with spiral spears engraved with space magic extending from their arms.

These behemoths leaped high, the flamethrowers on their elbows accelerated forward, and the spiral spears carried unstoppable momentum and stabbed heavily at the light curtain.

In an instant, the indestructible light curtain trembled and twisted, and then dense spider-web-like cracks gradually emerged.

Then, the tank's main gun raised its barrel and fired another salvo. Each armor-piercing shell was fired at the weak spot of the light curtain, making it even dimmer.

"Click——"

Finally, a huge gap appeared on the light curtain, and the imperial army poured into the light curtain through the gap like a flood.

The Thracian officers on the city wall saw this and shouted: "The sacred barrier is about to break! Stop them!"

"boom--"

The steel gate of August slowly rose up, and with dull footsteps, huge steel golems walked out of it and pounced on the giant armor outside the light curtain.

The iron golem roared, and the alchemical matrix on its body shone brightly. It swung its iron fist and smashed hard into the giant armor in front of it.

However, the giant armored left arm extended a huge force field shield to block the opponent's heavy punch, and the elemental heavy artillery on the right arm shot out a dazzling column of fire, which instantly pierced the iron golem's abdomen and destroyed the exquisite and complex alchemical matrix inside it.

Hundreds of missiles were fired from behind the giant armor, bombarding the steel golems one after another, charring their bodies and causing them to roar in frustration.

Soon, one of the steel golems also aimed at the head of the giant armored vehicle and punched it, smashing the alloy head into scrap metal. The giant armored vehicle also fell down with a loud bang, and the driver inside was crushed into a meat patty.

"Boom! Boom!"

These huge monsters wrestled with each other, and their fists made of steel and alloys crossed each other, causing the city walls to tremble and the ground to crack.

However, the steam tanks and the Imperial Army were not completely useless in this war. They kept pulling the triggers, pouring bullets, and creating dense holes in the bodies of the iron golems. "Amaunator, look, what is that?"

“God, God.”

Suddenly, a portal slowly opened, and a huge shadow two hundred meters long appeared in the distant sky, like a floating fortress - that was the flagship of the Third Airship Corps of the Burning Empire, the Istalia.

This airship draws on the hell technology provided by Bayer and is driven by twelve hellfire furnaces in parallel. The gear set converts the thermal energy of the magma into pulse magic that drives the rune pistons, and the exhaust gas emitted by the steam valve forms a sulfur cloud storm.

The most terrifying thing is the destructive weapon in its abdomen - the "Throat of Annihilation" class magic orbital bombardment cannon.

This thirty-meter-long heavy artillery is completely black, with ferocious horns all over. It has a hexagonal barrel made of purgatory black iron and is embedded with 17 layers of arcane rune plating. Each shot consumes energy ore worth tens of thousands of gold coins.

This is the most destructive and lethal weapon in the empire at this stage. Its appearance on the battlefield has only one purpose - to capture the city of Auguste!
"Ready to shoot!"

Inside the airship, hundreds of imperial soldiers were loading energy crystals and turning valves. Sulfur-smelling steam continued to surge, and the exaggeratedly large gun barrel was slowly turning under the action of mechanical gears.

The captain of the "Istalia" stared at the jumping needle on the dashboard and cut off the safety valve himself: "Let those cowardly Thracians see the true aesthetics of violence!"

"Om-"

At this moment, the black muzzle of the gun was aiming at the city of August, emitting an extremely dazzling light.

The energy fluctuations emitted alone caused the wind and clouds to surge in the surrounding area for dozens of miles, dust and smoke swept across the earth, and even the space was distorted and folded.

This shot is likely to break the sacred realm!

Looking at the light from the muzzle, even Wilham, who was floating above the Sun Tower, opened his eyes sharply, his voice filled with anger: "Stop them!"

"For Thrace!"

"For Amaunator! Destroy that heavy gun!"

In an instant, the angels surrounding the Sun Tower let out a war roar, brandished their burning swords, spread their wings behind them, and swooped down with a piercing whistle.

Tirena charged in the front, her eyes shining with divine light, holding high the sword of judgment, and commanding many angels and descendants of gods.

"Ow—"

Under Smaug's roar, the dragons rushed forward like surging dark clouds and spreading tides, trying to stop the offensive of the angel gods.

However, countless blades of light intertwined in the sky, easily tearing the space apart, and hot dragon blood and hideous limbs splashed in the sky.

In just a moment, the angels slaughtered all the dragons that blocked their way. Countless dragons had their limbs broken and fell miserably to the ground.

"His Majesty Wilham will grant you death!"

Tirena swung her sword fiercely. These angels dragged golden light, like stars piercing the sky, and attacked the Istalia in the distance.

However, at this moment, a loud dragon roar came from the upper side of them, and the majestic dragon power swept over, and even these angels and descendants of gods felt trance and fear.

"Impossible! We are descendants of the Sun God. How could we be afraid?!"

"That is--"

Tirena looked up in surprise, only to see a huge, ferocious red dragon phantom appear above them, and the phantom was summoned by nearly three hundred fully armed dragon knights - Red Scale Conquerors!
"Red Scale Conqueror—Dragon Roar Charge!" Alger raised the Everburning Greatsword, opened his mouth, and let out a majestic dragon roar. The Red Scale Conqueror behind him also roared and charged.

Those voices blended and resonated with each other, eventually creating a dragon's might as if the Burning Emperor himself had descended!

At the same time, the red dragon shadow behind them became increasingly larger and more majestic - this was the dragon roar charge that gathered the strength of all the Red Scale Conquerors!

At Alger's command, the swooping dragons tore through the clouds, and the serrations on the edges of the dragon's wings rubbed against the air, producing scorching flames.

Taking advantage of the momentum of the dive, Alger swung the Everburning Greatsword and directly chopped off the head of an angel god. The other Red Scale Conquerors held Red Dragon Spears and easily pierced through the chests of the angel gods.

However, Tirena had awakened from her trance. She looked at the dragon knight who appeared in front of her. Uncontrollable anger emerged on her delicate face, and a dazzling divine light burst out from her whole body.

"Evil dragon minions! You are seeking death! Who gave you the courage to harm the descendants of the sun god?"

Countless spears formed by holy light flew out from behind Tirena, instantly piercing through the chests of the seven red-scale conquerors. The Judgment Sword swung in the air, and the three flying dragons were cut in half, with blood gushing into the sky.

At this moment, the descendants of angels also woke up one after another. They waved the burning swords in their hands, released terrible divine power attacks, and fought with the Red Scale Conquerors.

Explosion spots kept flashing in the clouds. More than a hundred two-legged flying dragons climbed up, dragging their injured bodies. Red and golden blood intertwined into a rainbow of death. Angels and red-scale conquerors kept falling from the sky.

In the chaos of the fight, Mantou gripped his spear tightly and charged towards an angel who had his back to him.

"Birdman, don't leave!"

"Shh-"

"You are overestimating yourself." Tirena split the Red Scale Conqueror that was chasing her in half with a sword, then flapped her wings, turned into a stream of light that cut through the sky, and flew towards the orbital cannon that was about to be fired.

Tirena raised the Judgment Sword in her hand, and the golden flame turned into a giant sword more than ten meters long. It fell rapidly from the sky and slashed towards the Istalia airship.

"For the Lord of Eternal Light!" The power of the sun god poured out, and the sky seemed to be split open by a huge crack by this divine duke, and even the clouds were cut apart.

However, a giant hand condensed from dragon flames appeared in the sky and actually caught the sword!
"Impossible, this is impossible!" Seeing this scene, Tirena's face turned pale and her face was full of disbelief.

Misha appeared with flames and ashes, stretched out her left hand, pressed against the sky, and said in a cold and indifferent tone: "Your sun god has fallen into eternal sleep.

And there is only one ending for you remnants of the old era—that is, being completely destroyed by the Empire!"

"Gravity distortion field is charged to 90%... Hellfire furnace overload warning!"

"Charging completed!"

At this moment, the "Throat of Annihilation" had finally accumulated enough energy, and a beam of light with a diameter of nearly ten meters burst out, tearing through the sky and blasting towards August, who was more than ten miles away, like a divine punishment.

"boom--"

(End of this chapter)