Ember Dragon

However, the Iron Frenzy in the distance caught sight of the player from the enemy camp, and a standard villain smile appeared on his face covered with exoskeleton scales.

"Hehehe, what a surprise! There are actually players joining the Thracian camp."

"Om-"

The chainsaw sword in the hands of the Dragon Scale Monk was spinning at high speed, making a sound that made one's scalp tingle. He bent his knees slightly, ready to jump.

The [Leader of the Royal Knights] looked at the monstrous dragon-scale monk in the distance, retreated with a sad face, and shouted: "Boss, I'm just a newbie, don't kill me."

"Newbie?"

However, Iron Frenzy didn't care. He raised his chainsword high, jumped more than ten meters high, and pounced towards the Captain of the Royal Knights at the other end of the city wall.

"Then let me teach you a good lesson! Take my knife!"

"Wait - don't come over here!" The Captain of the Royal Knights panicked, raised the double-barreled shotgun in his hand and shot at the Dragon Scale Monk's chest.

But the exoskeleton scales of the Dragon Scale Monk were extremely hard, and the outdated shotgun shells were unable to penetrate his defense at all, leaving only a little white mark.

"Stop him!"

"Kill that Imperial!"

The Thracian defenders rushed forward with knives and swords in hand, hoping to use their numerical advantage to surround and kill the Iron Frenzy.

However, Iron Frenzy rushed directly into the crowd, turning his body quickly and swinging the chainsaw sword horizontally. Dozens of helmeted heads flew up, and blood spurted out from the necks of the headless corpses like pillars.

The leader of the Royal Knights witnessed the tragic plight of his comrades and fled without looking back, wailing in his heart: "Is this a player? The boss is just like this, right?"

"Want to escape?"

Iron Frenzy looked at the player with his back to him, grinned grimly, and raised the bolter in his hand.

"boom!"

The leader of the Royal Knights felt a darkness before his eyes and thought to himself that something was wrong.

Metal fragments filled his back and tore his flesh. Under the huge impact force, his body flew out and hit the city wall hard, covering it with blood.

[You killed a [Thracian low-ranking officer] and received 1 gold coin, 250 faction contribution, and 500 experience points.]
Steel Frenzy pretended to blow away the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle and said lightly: "It's easy to get, it's much more comfortable than dealing with documents in the office! It's true that killing and arson bring gold belts, and working hard makes you a slave."

"Monster, don't be so arrogant!"

"kill him!"

"Let's go together. He is just a beast trapped by us!"

Iron Frenzy snorted coldly, spinning like a top, pulling the trigger again and again, creating a metallic storm around him.

In just a moment, blood soaked the bricks and stones, the ground was covered with organs and body parts, and there was no Thracian who could stand up alive beside the Iron Frenzy.

Meanwhile, at another defense line of August City, lightning, fire, and ice were pouring out of the elemental tower crazily, killing all the players within a hundred meters.

"boom!"

A roar sounded, and another bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl struck from under the Elemental Tower, splitting several players who attempted to climb the city into charred pieces.

"Ignorant mortals, how can you understand the mysteries of magic! The rich magical heritage left by the sacred Fadlan is a peak that you will never be able to reach in this lifetime!"

The mage of the Thracian Arcane Legion was suspended in the air. His face was as cold as ice, and he waved his staff in the air. The red-gold robe behind him rustled, and majestic spell fluctuations filled the surroundings.

Thunder and fire surrounded him, continuously falling from the sky, mercilessly killing the surrounding players.

At this moment, an earth-shattering roar came from below the city wall, shattering the clouds above and almost causing the mage to fall from mid-air.

"Bold evildoer!"

A five-meter-tall, muscular monk appeared at the foot of the city wall in a menacing manner.

The monstrous monk actually had six thick arms, each with a casserole-sized fist, and his smooth head reflected a dazzling light - it was the famous monk player [Dawei Tianlong].

Damn, what is this?
Human monk?

No, this guy who is over five meters tall and has six arms doesn't look like a normal human being at all.

The Thracian wizard squinted his eyes in the strong light, frowned, and was full of doubts, but he still waved his staff at the strange monk.

"boom!"

A thick bolt of lightning fell from the sky, creating a charred pit on the ground, but the monk was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, a huge shadow with six arms appeared above the city wall. The Thracian mage looked up in horror, only to see the six-armed monk falling rapidly from the sky, waving his fists with an angry face.

"Prajnaparamita! The dragon is flying in the sky! The evildoer will die!"

The Thracian wizard quickly raised his staff, and a light blue protective magic circle blocked his way.

But the six-armed monk swung his arms, and his fists turned into countless afterimages. The fist-shaped energy fell like raindrops, instantly shattering the protective magic circle.

The Thracian wizard mobilized the energy of the elemental tower, and countless thunders pounced on him like dancing silver snakes, transforming into a lightning cage that imprisoned the monk inside.

"You are such a jerk, and you dare to show off your skills in front of an expert?"

The mighty dragon was not afraid at all. He protected his body with his Qi and broke through the shackles of thunder under the bombardment of thunder. His fist as big as a casserole smashed straight towards the head of the Thracian wizard.

"boom!"

The Thracian wizard was unable to dodge and his head exploded. Skull fragments flew everywhere, splattering red and white all over the ground.

"Kill him! Oh my God, that monster killed Lord Carl!"

"shooting!"

The Thracian soldiers also discovered this uninvited guest. In an instant, several Apollo crossbows were aimed at him, and giant arrows dragging light burst out, and hundreds of bullets were fired at him.

The mighty Tianlong threw away the headless corpse of the Thrace wizard to block a large number of bullets, then kicked his legs, flew over the eaves and walls, and dodged flexibly at the bottom of the elemental tower.

Then, he swung his fists wildly, smashing the bottom support with each punch, causing the Elemental Tower to tremble slightly and become shaky.

"Click——"

Electricity crackled in the tower, sparks crisscrossed it, and the energy core at the top of the elemental tower flickered wildly, becoming extremely unstable.

"Come and help me!"

Dawei Tianlong shouted loudly, and in an instant, eighteen tall monks with gold powder all over their bodies stood up and ran quickly behind him - they were the Eighteen Arhats of the Shaolin Temple Guild!

"What on earth are they going to do?"

"madman!"

"Kill them! These lunatics are trying to knock down the Elemental Tower!"

The Thracian soldiers' bullets and arrows poured down, but these golden monks were invulnerable to swords and spears, like copper heads and iron arms, and could not be killed easily. "Hahahaha, I want to give you a big gift! Shaolin Temple monks - push for me!"

The mighty Heavenly Dragon laughed loudly, veins popping out on all six arms as he pushed the Elemental Tower with tremendous force.

Following his order, the eighteen golden monks all pushed the tower together. The magic tower, which was several tens of meters high, tilted slightly at first, roared continuously, and finally fell irreversibly towards the wall of August.

"no, do not want--"

"boom!"

The elemental core filled with magical energy exploded horribly, blowing a huge hole in the city wall, and all the soldiers defending the city were killed.

"The abbot is mighty!"

"Brilliant!"

Dawei Tianlong put his hands on his waist and said proudly: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Our Shaolin Temple has spawned hundreds of monsters this time, so we should have built more than a thousand floors of pagoda underground."

The player next to him looked at the bloody monster monk and twitched his lips: "Oh, good, good, the abbot is really compassionate. I guess his merits are almost fulfilled."

Today's players are no longer the battlefield idiots they once were.

This legion, composed of thousands of extraordinary people above level ten and hundreds of thousands of professionals, is a force that cannot be underestimated no matter which plane it is placed in.

After the player joins the battlefield, the Empire's offensive becomes more fierce, and Imperial troops can be seen in many places on the walls of Auguste.

"Imperial Man"

Atop the Tower of the Sun God, Wilham's expression became increasingly distorted and ferocious, his golden eyes with sun-shaped pupils revealing uncontrollable rage.

He drew out the Spear of Final Judgment, a beam of golden light shot straight into the sky, the six wings behind him spread out, and the melodious hymn sounded again.

"As the Lord of Thrace and successor of Fadlan - the Holy Guard, destroy them!"

In an instant, hundreds of angels with wings on their backs rose into the air, raised their flaming swords, and rushed towards the imperial troops who invaded August.

"Shh-"

The golden blade of light cut through the sky and directly split the earth, and more than a dozen players along the way were chopped into pieces.

Chains extend from the ground and wrap around the players tightly, dragging them into the ground regardless of their struggles.

"Be careful, these elite monsters are very powerful!"

"Don't get hit, or you'll be killed instantly!"

The leaders of the six-winged Holy Guards raised their swords together, releasing golden beams of light that shot straight into the sky, and chanted in unison: "The sinful souls shall be burned, and our Lord shall live forever—"

"boom--"

In an instant, countless golden-red flames descended from their swords, and the brilliant light dyed the night sky golden-red.

Then, these flames fell on the heads of the imperial people in Auguste like divine punishment from the sky, burning their entire bodies.

But the stirring sound of war drums echoed, and the dragon-loving holy warriors wearing heavy armor marched in orderly steps and appeared on the chaotic battlefield.

"The Dragon Lord is above everything!"

Anthony raised his spear with the imperial flag and let out a roar.

Sparks containing the will and faith of the holy warriors rose into the sky, gradually condensing into a giant red dragon, appearing in the sky and rushing towards the holy guards.

"No! Stop it!"

The expressions of those Holy Guard leaders changed slightly, but the speed of the giant dragon phantom was too fast. The ferocious dragon head spewed out raging dragon flames, burning several Holy Guards into charcoal.

The giant claw swung and broke through the air, with white flames emanating from the tip of the claw - it was not a simple physical attack, but an attack directly targeting the essence and mind.

"His-"

It tore apart the golden aura on the bodies of the Holy Guards, completely tearing apart their bright and beautiful disguise.

Countless white wings fell from the sky, but turned into bloodstained black feathers. The golden armor of the Holy Guards dimmed and turned into red-hot iron of hell.

Their perfect faces gradually became distorted, hideous, and covered with cracks, with dark red blood oozing from the cracks. Weird smiles appeared at the corners of their mouths, like broken puppets.

"The sky's feathers burn the pupils, the blazing sword splits the armor; the chants burn the forehead, the divine eyes are like torches"

But they did not notice anything unusual and continued to sing the so-called "hymns", praising Wilham's deeds and expressing their loyalty and holiness.

It was a particularly eerie scene to see an army soaked in blood and emitting the sulfurous smell of hell singing melodious hymns.

"Then what is that?"

"Could it be that those monsters are His Majesty Wilham's Holy Guards?"

"Then, isn't that my dead brother? Am I dazzled? How could he appear here?"

"Are they, are they still alive?"

"Amaunator, that's the missing Count Zolman! The renegade descendant of God, he was actually in that team!"

The Thracian soldiers looked at the Holy Guards in the sky, whose appearance had changed drastically. Many of them had expressions of surprise and fear on their faces, and noisy discussions echoed above the city walls.

What’s interesting is that those who reacted so violently were usually soldiers transferred from other areas, while the defenders in Augusta itself did not care at all. They looked indifferent and numb, as if they already knew everything.

Thrace looked at those hell puppets with empty eyes, and suddenly found a familiar figure - Baron Clarence, his former friend, who had been missing for many years and was said to have died on the battlefield in the Holy City, but now he appeared here.

Suddenly, he felt as if his heart was hit by a heavy hammer. His face turned pale and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"This, how is this possible? How could that Majesty be so crazy?" he muttered to himself in disbelief.

Combined with General Carlisle's words, he probably guessed the whole story:
All those who resisted the Hell Contract in the city of August were captured by the crazy King Wilham and made into puppets, and the souls of these Thracians were sacrificed to the devil!

Dayev felt his heart sink as if he had fallen into an icy cave, but he was also somewhat relieved.

If he had not been banished to the border, he would probably be a member of this terrifying army now, and his soul would suffer eternal torment in hell.

At this moment, the Holy Guards finally revealed their true colors.

They are empty shells with their souls cut off, puppets of hell made from living Thracians, and they are also Wilham's most "loyal" confidants!

"What the hell are they!"

"What on earth is the kingdom working with? Where are all those dead compatriots?"

"Your Majesty, this is blasphemy!"

Those loyal believers of the sun god asked loudly, wanting to get an explanation from their king.

But Dayev knew clearly that these believers were doomed to never get an answer because the king they were loyal to was already terminally ill and beyond cure. (End of this chapter)