Ember Dragon

"Endless blood battle. It's another war mission. It's a good opportunity to save some contributions to the faction and upgrade my bloodline."

Mantou was circling above the concession on a fully armed wyvern. In his eyes, the busy players in the concession were like ants. There was billowing smoke and roars, and trucks and tractors sent by the Mechanicus were everywhere.

However, as a self-professional player, Mantou has long disdained doing these brick-moving tasks.

In his own words, that little contribution to the camp was not worth his personal effort.

At this moment, Mantou felt his eyes light up. He looked carefully and saw a familiar bald head appearing in the crowd, reflecting the faint light.

"Noodles, let's go over and take a look. We finally met someone we know."

Mantou patted the neck of the two-legged flying dragon, and the flying dragon descended from the sky, landing with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust.

When the dust cleared, Mantou turned over and got off the dragon. Looking at the familiar face, he smiled and said, "Brother Zhan Kuang, no wonder you seemed to have disappeared recently. It turns out you have been staying in Avernus."

The natural warrior touched his bald head and smiled innocently: "This is a secret undercover mission, and we cannot reveal the relevant information to anyone, not even in the player forum.

I have been in Avernus for almost a month and was just about to send you a message when you happened to arrive."

At this moment, there was a whistling sound in the sky, followed by a dazzling white light descending, and Mantou subconsciously covered his eyes.

"This is."

Amidst the glory, a figure wearing luxurious armor, holding a long sword, and riding a two-legged flying dragon appeared in front of everyone - it was Singo.

"Ow—"

The two-legged dragon hummed softly with great momentum, and a faint light shone through the gaps between its scales. Even its vertical pupils had marks like small suns.

Mantou couldn't help but ask, "What is this? Is it a special effect? ​​Where did you get it?"

"A new item from the Empire Contribution Store, the Bloodline Potion from the [Glorious Dragon] branch, can allow a wyvern to gain power similar to the Sun God spell."

"How many--"

"Don't even think about it, it's sold out. This thing seems to be an experimental version, there are only three bottles on the shelf, and when I went there was only the last bottle left."

"Damn." Mantou cursed inwardly, feeling that he had missed out on hundreds of millions.

With such a cool lighting effect, he would be willing to buy it even if there were no other effects!
Singo patted the flying dragon’s head, jumped off its back, and came to the two of them: “Long time no see, Zhan Kuang.

Wait, is this a high-level hell contract?" Singo pointed at the reversed hexagram magic circle on Tiansheng Zhan Kuang's chest, looking a little surprised.

Tiansheng Zhan Kuang did not hide it from his teammates: "Yes, this is the reward for the secret mission. It can temporarily obtain the hell power of the Deep Hell Refining Demon level."

"Is this reward so exaggerated? What on earth have you done these days? Did you assassinate a lord of hell?" Mantou sighed.

But in the face of Mantou's words that were obviously full of sarcasm, Tiansheng Zhan Kuang was stunned for a moment, then slowly nodded.

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Mantou fell silent for a long time before he said in astonishment: "No, buddy, you really went to assassinate the Lord of Hell?"

"It's not that outrageous." Tiansheng Zhan Kuang laughed and touched his bald head again: "We can only be regarded as participants in this assassination. The real main force is the Duke of Bayer."

Anyway, the mission is now over and there is no need for confidentiality.

In a few words, the natural war madman told the whole story of their mission to break into Zariel's bedroom and assist Bayer in the coup.

After the mission was completed, the natural warrior was even awarded the honorary title by Bayer himself and enjoyed the status of Baron of Hell. Even high-level demons did not dare to provoke him easily.

After listening to Tiansheng Zhan Kuang's words, Mantou was silent for a long time, and finally uttered two words slowly: "Awesome."

Even Singo sighed, "I just heard that there was a coup in Baator Hell, and several layers of hell were shaken. I didn't expect that you were personally involved in it."

Singo asked again: "Zhan Kuang, you have been in hell for a long time and have a high position. You should know more information than us. What is the situation of this bloody battle?"

The natural warrior shook his head, his expression becoming serious. “Not good. This time, the three Abyss Lords have joined forces to invade. Tens of millions of demons have poured into Avernus. Duke Bayer’s army has been defeated and even he himself dares not show up.”

"Tens of millions?"

Mantou swallowed his saliva. Not only was he shocked by the number, he was also secretly calculating in his mind - how much experience could this bring them?

That's an astronomical figure.

The natural warrior nodded again: "Yes, and as the abyss rift expands, this number is still growing."

According to an old devil, the largest number of demon invasions in the past thousand years was more than a hundred years ago, when the "Demon Prince" Demogorgon led hundreds of millions of demons into hell.

The then-Emperor of the Holy Fadlan Empire, Aragorn I, led his army to fight in person, and even the heavens and gods participated in that massive war."

"It is worthy of being called the bottomless abyss, the embodiment of the chaos of the universe. Its size is really exaggerated." Mantou was quite emotional.

Tiansheng Zhan Kuang also nodded in agreement: "Yes, although the 20 million demons this time are a lot, it is just a common occurrence in the history of hundreds of thousands of years of bloody battles."

Singo asked, "Since Duke Bayer's army was losing ground this time, why didn't the demons attack the Bronze Fortress immediately, but gave us time to prepare?"

The natural warrior replied, "Just a few days ago, Cassius descended into Hell, blocked the demons' attack, defeated Koschki's incarnation, and temporarily blocked the Abyss Army outside the defense line."

"So that's how it is." Singo lowered his head, thinking.

At this moment, Mantou pointed to the sky in the distance, and even his voice trembled: "Look!"

"It's the Abyss Legion, they are coming!"

"Hurry, speed up the process. We must build a complete defense line before the demons arrive! We must not let our guard down!"

In the distant sky, dense groups of demons appeared, flapping their wings in a disorderly manner. This group of demons stretched for dozens of miles, and there was no end in sight. They spread towards the direction of the bronze fortress, as if to bring darkness to the whole world.

The sky was filled with piercing screams, infantile cries, and hoarse roars, intertwining and making people feel unprecedented chaos and eardrum pain. On the land, the demons were like a dark tide, rushing towards the south almost frantically, covering most of the wasteland. Wherever the demon army passed, no grass grew, and it was all turned into a filthy abyss.

Among the demons there are fat, pus-oozing soul-judgment demons, flaming Balor demons, and abyssal dragons with dark red scales.
The most prominent among them were the group of Tanar'ri frost giants.

Unlike ordinary frost giants, these giants have mottled gray skin, covered with hideous spikes, highly corrosive venom flowing from the corners of their mouths, and a cold light in their eyes.

They are the remnants of the great giant civilization, but unlike their fellow races who disappeared, this group of frost giants chose to follow Kostchech, plunged into the bottomless abyss, and willingly accepted the corruption of the blood of chaos.

The giants especially revere the Lord of Wrath for his bellicosity and violence, even attacking other frost giants who do not serve Kostrach.

The frost giants waved their scepters and chanted ancient spells. The biting cold wind howled and the blizzard swept the earth, freezing everything that stood in their way into ice.

They are Frost Shamans, servants of the Frost Giants carefully trained by Kostchech, and they possess the power of runes left over by the giants from ancient times.

And on the horizon farther away, three extremely huge figures stood tall, vaguely emerging from the thick fog of chaos, causing all things to tremble.

The figure on the left is holding a longbow, half man and half horse, covered with fine gray scales, and his blood-red eyes reveal a murderous intent.

The figure on the right was bloated, with sticky black liquid dripping from his body, and hundreds of thick tentacles dancing in the air.

The figure in the middle was much taller than the other two. This giant had grey skin, a strong body, and was wearing light armor made of white dragon skin. There was a bone-chilling chill in his dark eyes.

At this moment, "Hunting Monarch" Mastifa, "Black Water Lord" Ishinikos, and "Lord of Wrath" simultaneously brought their will upon Avernus!
On top of the bronze fortress, Bayer flapped his broad bat wings and raised the Hell Sword high in the air. His voice was passionate and every word was sonorous and powerful.

"Everyone, the devils are the best fighters. We have superior tactics, indomitable morale, and better equipment!
We will win this war and drive those beasts back into the abyss! Avernus will always belong to the devil and only the devil!"

"Do you want to gain status and power? Do you want to be promoted?" Bayer pointed his sword at the demons in the distance and roared, "Kill them all. I swear in the name of Lord Avernus that you will get everything you desire!"

"Kill them all!"

"For the Nine Hells! For Avernus!"

The devils raised their arms and shouted with angry expressions, their voices shaking the sky.

As the product of the evil order, hatred of demons is the nature and instinct of the devils. They will never allow this group of incarnations of chaos to occupy hell.

In the face of this common enemy, the devils can even temporarily put aside their internal struggles and calculations, let go of past grudges, unite and cooperate, and fight the devil's invasion with all their strength.

"For the abyss!"

"Die, you bastard from hell!"

The demon roared and rushed towards the defense line, but the devils had been prepared for a long time. Arrows fell one after another, fireballs hit him head-on, and steel forks pierced the demon's body.

The demons of various races cooperated with each other, with clear division of labor, and skillfully blocked the demon army, blocking demons whose number was dozens or even hundreds of times theirs outside their defense lines.

In the "concession" of the Burning Empire, the players were also looking at the demonic tide in the distance and talking about it.

"There are so many demons!"

"Yes, these demons are everywhere, countless, impossible to count."

"This is such a stressful feeling. No, who is playing the background music? Is it to boost the enemy's momentum?"

If an ordinary mortal were to face this calamity-like demonic tide, he would probably be frightened to the point of losing consciousness or even going insane. Even the devils who had engraved bloody battles into their heritage would still be terrified when faced with such a demonic tide.

But the players had no fear at all. They looked at the demons with greed in their eyes, as if they saw countless walking money bags and experience packs. Some even drooled at these ugly monsters.

"There are so many demons. How much experience can we get if we kill them all?"

While individual players were still sighing in amazement, the major guilds had already begun to make intensive preparations. The Mechanicus, which was now the only dominant guild, had even sent out their army to protect the guild and take the initiative to meet the enemy.

The Crusaders were dressed in robes, their skin replaced by alloys, occasionally revealing the tangled circuits in their bodies, and even their muscle tissue was replaced with translucent materials.

This huge army waved their titanium limbs, and the muzzles of the guns grafted on their limbs roared. Bullets rained down like raindrops, splashing towards the demon army not far away.

In an instant, the demon in the front was torn into pieces by the storm of steel and gunpowder, turning into a pile of smelly residue.

The aerospace battleship was suspended high in the sky, with thick gun barrels extending from underneath, shooting out countless hot rays. Fierce explosions one after another devoured the demons and turned them into charcoal.

"Listen! The Mechanicus's hour is coming!"

"The machine soul is delighted!"

"Praise Om Messiah, praise the God of All Things!"

"when--"

With the ringing of bells and the roar of engines, players of the Mechanicus either drove armor or tanks, rushing into the demonic tide and crushing these demons with their steel bodies.

Another dragon scale monk leaped down from the sky, slammed heavily to the ground, and rushed into the group of demons, killing them indiscriminately.

Massacre, it was simply a massacre.

Artillery fire, bullets and machinery form a horrific meat grinder that will mercilessly strangle and slaughter all the demons that approach here.

Under the firepower of the Mechanicus, those low-level demons were extremely fragile. In just a few minutes, thousands of demons were killed.

At the back of the battlefield, Mantou realized what was happening and slapped his thigh fiercely: "Damn! How greedy! The guys from the Mechanicus want to monopolize the resources!"

He suddenly jumped onto the two-legged dragon and soared into the air. The dragon flapped its wings, let out a whistle, and flew towards the front line of the battlefield.

The other players also noticed this and used their own methods to get to the front line, either by flying, teleporting, or disarming the human cannon to launch themselves out.

The players came in full force, showing no fear at all when facing demons that were ten or even a hundred times their number, and they didn't care about their own lives at all.

Compared to the abyss demons, they are more like attackers. (End of this chapter)