Ember Dragon

However, Wilham was suspended in the sky, with six wings behind him slowly flashing. He raised the Spear of Final Judgment in his hand, and the expression on his face was extremely indifferent.

“They were once traitors to the Thracian Kingdom. It is their lifelong honor to become a member of the Holy Guard and sacrifice their souls for the kingdom!

You only need to know that they will become the sharp sword of the kingdom. As for where this power comes from, it doesn't matter. As long as they can accomplish the great cause of reviving the holy Fadlan, even if they sacrifice everything, it is worth it! "

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the city of Auguste, with people talking and arguing.

"how so!"

"That's the power of hell!"

"But your majesty, we are subjects of the Sun God. How can we be in cahoots with hell?" A general who had been stationed in the south for several years stood up and half-knelt in the direction of the king.

"Yes, this is the City of Sunrise, a place shrouded in glory. How could such an evil being appear here?"

Tirena flapped her wings in the air, lowered her head, and remained silent.

As the divine duke personally appointed by Wilham and a well-known confidant, Tirena had long known that the king had signed a contract with Zariel, but she had no choice.

The general named Clarence stood up with his sword and said in a sonorous voice: "Your Majesty, I advise you to turn back from your wrong path as soon as possible, return to the embrace of the sun god, and walk on the right path-"

At this moment, he raised his head and met Wilham's gaze.

Clarence was shocked to find that Wilham's eyes were extremely cold, with a kind of piercing chill that made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

What kind of look is that!

Those pupils were clearly holy golden, but they were like a whirlpool that devoured people, as if they were going to suck his soul in!
It seemed that it was not until this time that Clarence truly came to know the "King of Angels".

"In the territory of Holy Fadlan, my orders are the highest will. Do you want to start a rebellion? Or even become my enemy?"

"No, sir, that is not what I meant."

Clarence turned pale, collapsed to the ground, and trembled uncontrollably.

Wilham looked down at him with a cold gaze and a sharp voice: "When facing a powerful enemy, we must first stabilize the country. Holy Guards, eliminate these traitors!"

"Yes, Your Majesty! Eliminate the rebels!"

Those hell puppets known as the "Holy Guards" flapped their black wings and swooped down, wrapping Clarence tightly with their red-hot chains.

Clarence struggled frantically, the chains leaving eye-catching scars on his body. He wailed miserably, "Your Majesty, please don't kill me! I have fought in all corners of the world, risking my life for the kingdom for more than twenty years!"

However, the emotionless Holy Guards didn't care. They swung their flaming swords and cut Clarence's neck cleanly.

"Shh-"

The head rolled on the ground several times until it died, with an expression of disbelief on the face.

Clarence never expected that he, a meritorious general who had been stationed in the South for many years, would be executed so easily.

The city of August was completely silent.

And Wilham's cold voice echoed over the city: "Did you see clearly? This is the fate of the rebels!"

Under the gaze of the Thracians, Wilham was wearing golden armor and holding a spiral spear. The six wings on his back spread out, and the halo behind his head released thousands of beams of light.

The form of this "King of Angels" is still so sacred and majestic, like the Son of the Sun who has come to the world, bringing endless light and heat to people.

But those hell puppets with empty eyes and cracks all over their bodies flapped their black wings and surrounded Wilham. The interweaving of light and darkness, holiness and evil made the scene a little weird.

At this moment, a loud roar was heard from afar. Smaug stretched his neck and let out a long roar. The dragons of the empire returned with a vengeance. Various sub-dragons flapped their wings and rushed towards the city wall like a tide.

Wilham raised his spiral spear and roared, "Holy Guards, destroy these blasphemers!"

Before he finished speaking, this group of Hell Puppets swooped down at an extremely fast speed, forming a mottled torrent in the sky and colliding with the Empire's dragons.

In an instant, the power from Avernus exploded, and the blazing hellfire shot up into the sky, covering the sky. Countless dragons were burned by the flames and fell to the ground wailing.

"Extinguish the enemy's fire of hope, enforce order with an iron fist, the Dragon Lord is above everything!" Anthony raised his spear high, jumped up, and directly pierced the heart of a hell puppet.

The dragon-loving holy warriors struck their heavy shields with their swords, and the sound shook the sky. Their unshakable faith and will once again condensed into a huge red dragon phantom, pouncing towards the holy guards.

"Roar--"

The red dragon phantom spewed out raging dragon flames, instantly burning several hell puppets into ashes.

But these guys were fearless. They surrounded the red dragon's phantom and attacked it with the power of hell, creating fine wounds on the phantom.

"For Thrace! For Holy Fadlan!" Tirena raised the sword of judgment, releasing a beam of light that shot up into the sky. She led the angels to join the battle and besieged the red dragon phantom together with the Holy Guards.

It is quite ironic that the former followers of the Sun God and the pioneers of justice in resisting evil forces are now fighting side by side with the puppets of hell.

The situation became increasingly chaotic, and even the players joined in the melee. They either used flying techniques to float in the air, or leaped up with their strong physiques to hunt down the Holy Guards in mid-air.

"You bold monster, I can tell at a glance that you are not human!"

The mighty heavenly dragon roared angrily, used the city wall as a stepping stone, and leaped hundreds of meters high.

Then, the six-armed monk swung his fists wildly in the air, leaving an afterimage. The powerful energy caused a hell puppet to explode in the air, and black feathers flew everywhere.

Iron Frenzy randomly found a large wyvern and was caught by it flying in the sky. He pulled the trigger of the bolter with one hand, aimed at the hell puppet in the distance, and tore it apart with a storm of metal shrapnel.

Then he put the bolter back on his back, grabbed the pterosaur's claws and shook it back and forth, and with his terrifying explosive power, he pounced dozens of meters away and used the high-speed rotating chainsaw sword to split a hell puppet in half from the top of its head.

"boom!"

The Dragon Scale Monk held the remaining half of the Hell Puppet's body and landed on the ground in the graceful posture of a hero.

"Army attack!"

"Fire!"

At the same time, the Imperial Armored Corps outside the city also made a comeback, with giant armored vehicles marching forward and hundreds of tanks galloping across the wasteland.

The mortars in the distance opened fire in unison, and the powerful shells poured down onto the walls of Augusta like a rainstorm. The flames and thick smoke created by the explosions were about to submerge the walls.

The city wall shook violently and countless pieces of rubble fell.

At this critical moment, General Carlisle, commander of the third defense zone, suddenly raised his sword and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Everyone - we are the proud people of the Sun God, the remnants of the holy Fadlan!

We will never associate with hell, and we will never tolerate the king who is deceived by the devil to turn our relatives, friends and compatriots into dirty and filthy puppets and sell their souls! "

"Carlisle! You're looking for death!"

Wilham's face darkened, his expression became particularly ferocious, and a mighty pressure descended from the sky, sweeping over. Even with that pressure, Carlisle relied on his willpower to hold on and did not bend his knees.

His voice was hoarse, but so sonorous and powerful: "This is not a noble virtue, but the bottom line that a Fadlan must have. In order to protect it, I would rather sacrifice my life!"

General Carlisle pointed the tip of his sword at Wilham in the sky, his eyes still tired, but revealing unparalleled determination.

I hereby declare in the name of His Majesty Amaunator that the one who was blinded by power, led into darkness by the devil, and sacrificed the people for his own selfish desires, is no longer worthy of being our monarch! "

Like a martyr, he shouted: "For Amaunator, for the holy Fadran, and for true light and justice! Attack!"

In an instant, the gate of the third defense zone slowly opened, and thousands of General Carlisle's trusted soldiers raised their weapons and attacked the Holy Guards behind them.

But in front of the Holy Guard, the powerful and holy King of Angels who obscured the sky, they were like moths to a flame.

But soon, the imperial army poured into the city of Auguste from the gate of the third defense zone, fighting side by side with the rebellious Thracian soldiers, and attacked Wilham in a mighty force.

"General Carlisle"

"He, he rebelled?"

But more Thracians stood there in a daze, at a loss. They didn't know whether to support the monarch they were loyal to, or the general who fought for justice and fairness.

Even Tirena was startled, then she sighed softly for her old comrade.

Looking at the soldiers who turned against their own side in the middle of a battle, Wilham's flawless face twisted, his sun-like eyes revealing uncontrollable anger and endless hatred.

"Carlisle, I once thought so highly of you, but you betrayed my trust.

Finally, the king took action personally. Wilham waved his six wings and slowly raised the Spear of Final Judgment in his hand. The sharp tip of the spear was covered with golden light and pointed at Carlisle in the distance.

"I will use your body to make everyone in August understand - I am the kingdom, I am Thrace! I am Fadlan! Anyone who disobeys me will die!!"

Before he finished speaking, golden light had already condensed into giant spears over twenty years long in the sky, like the weapons of gods to judge all living beings.

Faced with the overwhelming and powerful aura that was pressing down on him, Carlisle was panting, his legs trembling, and he used all his strength to support himself to stand up.

He raised his head, his pupils reflecting bright light, but his eyes showed no fear: "False King, your rule will eventually be overthrown by the real sun!"

After hearing this, Wilham's eyes widened, and a burning anger suddenly erupted in his pupils: "I am the true successor of Fadlan!"

"boom--"

A thunderous sound resounded through the sky, and the spiral spear in Wilham's hand suddenly thrust out, and the sharp spear tip pierced through the space.

The giant spear formed by the golden light fell from the sky and turned into a rainbow light that pierced through the sky. Although it was extremely sacred, it was filled with the power to shoot and kill everything.

When it was only a hundred meters above the ground, it split into thousands of light spears, densely filling the sky and shooting towards Carlisle and his trusted army.

"I will never submit to a false king!"

Carlisle roared and swung his sword with his last bit of strength.

"Thorn-"

The sound of flesh being torn apart was heard.

Carlisle's body stiffened as a thick spear of light pierced through his chest, leaving a huge hole. Even his heart was gone, burned to ashes.

He spat out blood and left his last words in a hoarse voice: "Wilham, the real sun will stop you."

Then Carlisle fell to the ground, and when he died he was still looking to the north, as if he wanted to see the obscured sun through the thick smoke.

Beside him, thousands of his trusted soldiers all fell to the ground, their chests pierced, blood flowing out and gathering into scarlet rivers.

Killing thousands of people with one strike, this is the power of the "Angel King". Seeing such a cruel scene, the Thracian soldiers who had been somewhat shaken before also trembled and put their minds to it.

"Mortals who do not know their own limits"

Wilham stared at the dead Carlisle with cold eyes, raised the Spear of Final Judgment, and growled in a suppressed angry tone: "This is the fate of disobeying me!
People of Thrace, you only need to submit to me and be loyal to the true sun, and I will lead you to revive the Holy Fadran!"

Tirena saw the opportunity, raised her sword and shouted, "Long live His Majesty Wilham! Revive Holy Fadlan!"

"Long live Thrace!"

"For Holy Fadlan!"

Under the pressure of death, the Thracian soldiers also began to cheer and rushed to the third defense zone to block the invasion of the imperial army.

But at this moment, a voice came from the sky.

"The real sun?

Oh, there is no sun in Baator, there is only an eternal bloody sky, and you, Wilham, are just a poor creature controlled by Zariel. "

"Who? Who dares to offend me like this!" Wilham's face became ferocious again.

He looked towards the north angrily, but his expression suddenly became one of fear and surprise, as if he had seen something that should not appear in the world.

"No, this is impossible, this is impossible!" Wilham kept shaking his head and muttering to himself.

"what is that?"

"Look!"

"Is this the sun? It's clearly night now, how can there be the sun? Could it be that His Majesty Amaunator has arrived?"

The Thracian soldiers talked noisily and looked towards the north curiously.

I saw the sky in the distance suddenly light up, and the sky was like a dirty lighted paper. Thousands of rays of light sprinkled on the earth, dispersing the smoke and thick fog that covered the sky.

The strong sunlight shone on people's bodies, making them feel a long-lost warmth all over their bodies, as if they had returned to the sun god festival in the past. Even the soil became dry, and wisps of water vapor and white smoke rose from the ground.

The Thracians were amazed; they had not enjoyed such sunlight for years.

Could it be that the sun god really came to the world? Or that a miracle had happened?
People all looked up and saw an extremely hot and dazzling sun hanging in the northern sky.

In front of the sun, a huge red dragon as big as a mountain was hovering in the sky, slowly flapping its wings, as if it was carrying and holding up the sun.

The red dragon's entire body is coated with a layer of sacred and blurry golden light, releasing an incomparably majestic dragon power that makes people involuntarily feel the urge to surrender.

"What the hell is this."

"Amaunator, above."

The Thracians looked at the dragon and the sun in the sky, and were stunned. They couldn't believe it, and their hearts were already filled with a storm. (End of this chapter)