Ember Dragon

Chapter 715 Zariel

In the city of Augustus, the Thracians howled in despair and fled in all directions. They had never seen such a scene before.

The soldiers of the Burning Empire stayed where they were, just watching coldly and from the sidelines, without taking any further action. The demons were also smart enough not to provoke these imperial people.

Tirena flapped her wings, flew into the air, raised the Judgment Sword high, released a golden light that shot up into the sky, and shouted angrily: "Devil, go back to hell! This is not the place for you!"

"Shh-"

She swung her sword, and a dozen holy lights fell down, covering a dozen demons in the city and burning them to ashes amid their wailing.

At this moment, the sun was slowly turning in Tirena's light golden pupils, revealing endless sorrow, regret and self-blame in her depths.

"His Majesty Aragon"

In a trance, Tirena seemed to see the tall and majestic blurry figure of Aragon I shrouded in light.

Tirena seemed to have returned to ten years ago, when she was half-kneeling in front of the throne of the Holy City. The old emperor placed the holy sword on her shoulders and asked her to protect the second prince to the death.

At that time, she readily agreed and made up her mind to protect His Highness Wilham at all costs.

But now, Tirena had failed. She watched the king degenerate into a monster from hell and was killed by the red dragon, but she was powerless to do anything.

Tirena knew that she should never indulge Wilham to the point of leading him astray and even signing a contract to sell himself with those cunning demons, leading to such a fate.

Now, she needs to atone.

"For Thrace, Holy Fadlan, destroy these sinners from hell!" She raised her arms and shouted, swung the sword of judgment again, and a blade of light dozens of meters long flew out rapidly, cutting hundreds of demons in half.

“Death to heaven!”

"Kill the guy who's in the way! She's the Duke of Divine descent!"

Hundreds of hell puppets waved their jet-black wings and surrounded Tirena like a thick dark cloud.

These guys who call themselves "Holy Guards" are now obeying the orders of Hell and helping the devil slaughter the rebels in the city.

"kill him!"

The leader of the Holy Guard raised his sword and pointed it at the angel.

In an instant, hundreds of hell puppets swarmed up, coordinating with each other and attacking from all directions, with every sword aimed at the vital points of the angel god.

"It was you who murdered His Highness Wilham and lured him into hell!"

Two brilliant rays of divine light burst out from Tirena's eyes. She released all the power of the sun god, almost burning her body.

"boom!"

I saw beams of light piercing through the dark clouds, and then a huge fireball appeared in the sky, burning everything within a hundred meters around it.

Dayev looked at Duke Tirena who died in the sky along with hundreds of Holy Guards, sighed softly, and then turned to look at the enemy in front of him.

"Death!"

Dayev raised his sword, jumped high, and split the little devil holding the steel fork in half with one sword, causing it to scream and then turned into ashes and floated in the air.

But then, several burly and huge Na'na appeared around, shaking bloody spiked chains, surrounding the warrior and making hoarse and hideous laughs.

"Hahahaha, stop struggling, mortal. Your king has already sacrificed this city to Hell!"

"This will become our soul ranch! All of you - will become Lord Zariel's personal property!"

"Not only August, the whole Thrace will fall into hell!" The Terror opened his arms and spread his wings, enjoying people's fear and trembling.

"No, this is Augusta! It's the place where the morning sun shines. How can you be so presumptuous here?"

Dayev kept shaking his head, his face showing sadness, and even a hint of his determination to die was revealed deep in his pupils.

He could not bear to see his hometown, the once glorious and holy "City of the Rising Sun", reduced to a pasture of hell. He could not accept his relatives and friends becoming food for the devil.

But looking at the cracked sky and the rampant devil, Dayev actually felt a little desperate.

After the war with the Empire, only a group of defeated soldiers remained in the city of August, not to mention that Wilham's "Holy Guard" also obeyed the orders of Hell.

Even a powerful duke like Tirena died under the siege of demons.

An ordinary soldier like him is so insignificant in front of the devil army from hell. How can he save this city and the people here?
I'm afraid only a miracle can truly save August.

Wait for a miracle?

Dayev couldn't help but turn his head and look at the huge red dragon bathed in the light in the distance, and thought of the dazzling sun.

This is probably the best miracle possible, Dayev thought, and a bold idea popped up in his mind.

Maybe
Perhaps the Burning Emperor is the one who can save the city of Auguste, or even the entire Thracian Kingdom.

The Thracian soldiers were fighting with the devil army, but at this moment they all froze - their vertical pupils reflected the changes in the sky: golden cracks were burned in the lead-gray clouds, as if a thousand suns were struggling behind the clouds.

"boom--"

With a loud bang, the rift of hell tore open in the material plane, the sky was dyed into a sulfur-colored vortex, scorched earth spread out from the cracks, and the smell of burning iron filled the air.

A powerful pressure descended, and in an instant, almost all living beings within a hundred miles trembled all over, feeling a fear from the bottom of their souls.

That fear comes from hell, an innate fear of the evil order that is hostile to the gods.

"Amaunator, above."

"What a terrifying aura. What on earth is that?"

"God."

"Doomsday, that is the end of the end! That is the punishment from the gods for our disrespect!"

With millions of eyes focused on her, Zariel's body rose from the vortex - she was more than fifteen feet tall, and her burning wings covered half of the battlefield. Each feather was engraved with holy words blackened by hellfire, dragging embers like a meteorite.

Her armor was forged from molten black iron, with magma flowing through the cracks. Her face still retained the majesty of an angel, but her eyes had become two boiling blood-red balls, and the gaze that shone through the cracks in her helmet was enough to make the most insane barbarians cower and tremble.

"boom--"

Her lava giant sword was on the ground, melting the rock into a boiling lake.

Hundreds of infernal dragons roared and spewed black smoke behind her, while fallen paladins bound by chains knelt at her feet, chanting blasphemous hymns.

Three huge dragons dragged a huge chariot made of hellite iron, carrying Zariel to the sky above the wasteland.

The dragons had terrifying devilish looks, with evil bone spurs sticking out from their heads and shoulders, and their eyes burning a terrifying yellow.

Their scales change color to reflect the color of flowing lava, and they exude the smell of sulfur - they are the ancient dragons of Hellfire, symbols of tyranny, and they dominate wars where the strong bully the weak.

"Thracians, give up your fearless resistance—"

The Thracian angels and the devils fought each other in a group. Their anger was ignited and they shouted unwillingly: "No, we are Fadrans, descendants of the sun! We will never succumb to hell!"

Zariel's voice was like a death knell: "Mortal resistance is but fuel... Throw yourself into my furnace, and your death will ignite the victory of Hell!"

Before he finished his words, the cracks in the sky exploded, and six burning chains descended like black dragons, crushing dozens of angels to pieces.

The wings burned and fluttered in the air, the broken body parts fell from the sky, and the golden blood splattered everywhere and spilled onto the ground.

Looking at the bloody and cruel scene, Zariel's mouth corners raised, revealing a crazy and twisted smile.

As the ruler of the bloody battle, her existence itself is the embodiment of war and the product of the confrontation between order and chaos - every flame and every wailing on the battlefield is a crown for her.

"You're finally here, Zariel, I've been waiting for you for a long time." High in the sky, Cassius looked down at the Duke of Hell, nodded slightly at her, fire surging in his eyes.

Zariel looked up at the red dragon, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous aura was revealed in his deep eyes, "Emperor Burning Embers, if you don't want to die, take your army and leave here, leave August, and leave the Thracian Kingdom.

This land has been marked with the mark of Avernus. It is the territory of the Nine Hells and the soul pasture of the great devil. "

Hearing this, Cassius' eyes showed surprise, and he asked curiously: "Didn't you sign a contract with Wilham to obtain the land of Thrace in exchange for killing me?"

"Wilham? Haha." Zariel's mouth curled up again, revealing a playful smile on his face, "He is such a hopeless idiot."

Zariel raised his head and looked at the red dragon from a distance. His indifferent voice was full of sarcasm. "That's right, Cassius. I will kill you, but I will kill you in three thousand years when you are old and languishing. I will destroy your empire, but I will intervene in five thousand years when your empire is about to collapse and destroy it completely."

Finally, she raised her hand and summoned a parchment contract, pointing to a blurry line of small words between the lines, "After all, it is written in the contract that there is no deadline for the completion of this task."

"How interesting." Upon hearing this, Cassius couldn't help but sigh in admiration, feeling it was extremely ridiculous, and even felt a little sympathy for the Thracian king.

It is indeed a devil's contract, it is so dark. They use every possible means to find loopholes in the rules.

Wilham gave up everything he had, only to get a useless empty promise like this one.

"Snapped."

Zariel snapped his fingers, and the contract turned into ashes and disappeared in mid-air. "Well, Your Majesty Cassius, Avernus and the Empire can live in peace and maintain peace."

"Lord Zariel, it is rather ironic to hear the word 'peace' come out of your mouth," Cassius sneered.

Zariel’s expression changed slightly, he stretched out his hand, pulled out the giant sword that was deeply inserted into the ground, and pointed it at the red dragon in the distance without hesitation: “So - you want war?
In that case, I would have to bring forward the completion of the contract by thousands of years, Cassius."

She spoke word by word, her voice sounding like it came from the depths of hell, containing an extremely terrifying aura.

“I couldn’t ask for more.” Cassius nodded slightly, then flapped his dragon wings, stirred up a scorching gale, and soared into the air.

The red dragon hung high in the sky, raised its head, and roared majestically: "In the name of Emperor Burning Embers, August City and even the entire Thrace will belong to the Burning Embers Empire.

We will inherit the holy Fadran, and the people here will live forever under the sun - not the bloody sky of Avernus!"

Along with Cassius's long roar, endless solar power rose up and condensed into a bright sun in the sky, releasing brilliant light.

The sun power and the origin of heaven in the red dragon's body are being released at full force at this moment, and even the authority of the fire elemental plane is resonating with it.

【Legendary Holy Day】

Under the shining light, the devils were burning all over, emitting bursts of black smoke. They struggled and wailed frantically, no longer as rampant and violent as before.

"Long live His Majesty Cassius! Loyal--"

"Long live the Empire!"

"Praise the great red dragon, praise the sun!"

This time, not only the imperial soldiers outside the city wall, but even the Thracians who had suffered from the devil's invasion cheered with fanatical expressions, and regarded Cassius, the invader, as the real savior.

In a corner of the city, Dayev attacked from behind, chopped off the head of a horned demon, and then looked at the red dragon holding the scorching sun in its mouth.

"Emperor Burning Embers." He hesitated for a moment, then put the imperial emblem on his chest, raised the sword in his hand, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

The Thracian soldiers behind him also shouted in unison, their emotions high.

"Boom! Boom!"

The empire's steam tanks, heavy artillery, and airships are constantly bombarding the devil legions that are pouring out from the space rifts. Artillery shells are exploding in the air like raindrops, and devils are constantly turning into ashes and falling from the sky.

The Red Scale Conquerors were fighting with the Winged Demons in the sky, while the ground was filled with gunfire and bullets. The Empire's army was shooting at the attacking demon soldiers with brutal firepower.

In this way, under the threat of a common enemy, the former invaders and the invaded actually fought side by side, shouting the name of the same emperor in unison.

Zariel looked at the red dragon in the distance, his blood-red eyes boiling with endless rage.

"Red Dragon, you are seeking death now! I will chop off your head, destroy your empire, and let you see the true power of Avernus—"

Along with the anger of the Devil Duke, dazzling pillars of hellfire burst out from the cracks in the ground.

The cracks in the sky grew larger and more hideous, and the screams of souls were intertwined in the void, as if something was about to emerge from it.

(End of this chapter)