Ember Dragon

The bloody fighting lasted for three days and three nights.

There is no sun in Baator, and it is filled with fire and darkness everywhere. However, as a space symbolizing lawful evil, the blood-red sky still has alternating light and darkness in accordance with the time sequence.

Under rounds of artillery bombardment, the wasteland in front of the bronze fortress had been flattened several feet, and the ground was covered with scorched earth from explosions, and the stinking smoke created by the death of demons filled the air.

Under the repeated scouring of the demonic tide, the Hell Legion is still stationed in front of the solid city wall, maintaining their strict organization since ancient times.

Players roam around the battlefield, rushing towards the enemies when they see them, regardless of their own safety. They are crazier and more fearless than demons.

After all, although low-level demons will return to the Abyss after death, they can only become the lowest-level demon worms and become food for other abyss creatures, while all the players need to pay is some experience.

The Burning Cinders' Dragonsworn Paladins, Dragonbond Warlocks and other elite troops fought against high-level demons. The scorching winds fought against the cold winds from the abyss, and the blazing white fire pillars penetrated the ice wall, blasting the frost shaman riding the abyss dragon into slag.

Misha shouted devoutly: "The Lord is watching us! His golden vertical pupils can see everything in the world. These demons are the test He gives us!!"

"For the Dragon Lord!"

The golden eyes of the Dragon Bond Warlocks sparkled, a tremendous torrent of energy gushed out of their staffs, and dragon flames swept across the earth, burning countless demons to ashes.

The Dragonsworn Paladin, wearing heavy armor and holding a huge shield, stood in front of the Balrog.

"The Dragon Lord is above everything!"

"Long live!"

Their faith condensed into a huge dragon soul. This illusory red dragon spewed flames, flapped its wings, and bared its fangs and claws, fighting with the Balrog in the sky.

In the vast wasteland of Avernus, nearly tens of millions of creatures were fighting each other. The earth was constantly shaking and trembling. The sounds of war cries, wailing, the roar of artillery fire, and the whistling of cold wind filled this devastated land.

Under the influence of this deafening sound, even the demons whose bodies were far stronger than those of mortals felt a buzzing in their ears, and the sounds they heard were particularly vague.

Ten million people.

What is this concept?
This number has exceeded the population of all countries on the continent of Feanso except the Burning Empire, the Cassander Kingdom, and the Seleucid Kingdom. It is equivalent to a large country with all men, women, and children coming out in full force.

Hundreds of soldiers lost their lives almost every minute. Even the Mechanicus's aerospace battleships, which were hundreds of meters long, seemed extremely small on this vast battlefield.

The long battle line stretched for dozens of kilometers, enveloping the entire bronze fortress and the vast wasteland nearby.

Looking down from the sky, the millions of demons were like a boundless dark ocean, their attacks were like endless waves, and the boundary between the two sides was the coastline.

Now it can be clearly seen that the defense line of the Avernus coalition is extremely solid, while the Abyss Legion has fallen into decline. Countless colorful spots have appeared in the dark ocean - they are players.

Millions of demons have lost their lives on this battlefield, and the total number of player deaths has reached hundreds of thousands, but they show no signs of being short of numbers.

Thanks to the help of the Burning Empire, the Hell Legion also stabilized its defense line and withstood the continuous impact of the demon tide.

Finally, someone couldn't stand the situation anymore as the team was losing ground.

"Roar--"

A deep roar resounded through the sky, mixed with countless noises - shrill howls, painful screams, suppressed groans
The sound overlapped, as if it was made by countless mortals trapped in darkness, and contained all the negative emotions in the world.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a dark mountain slowly rising and appearing in the demonic tide.

“That, that is a mountain?”

"No, it's the devil! That mountain is the body of the devil!"

"Lord of the Nine Hells, this must be the damned Lord of the Abyss! How could there be such a huge demon!"

"Damn, this boss's size is too exaggerated!"

"Ugh - it looks so disgusting."

At this moment, both the devil soldiers and the players were extremely shocked and expressed sincere amazement.

It turned out to be a demon!
The reason is simple - it is simply too huge, and even on this vast battlefield it is an existence that cannot be ignored.

This monster was nearly two hundred meters tall, like a thick hill. Its entire body was covered in sticky black liquid, emitting a foul odor that filled the battlefield.

When it got closer, people could see that its huge body was actually made up of tentacles covered with pustules, and its skin was inlaid with thousands of blood-red eyeballs, which kept opening and closing, emitting a dim red light, like strange stars in the dark night.

Countless whip-like tentacles twisted around it, each tentacle was covered in mucus, with black water often dripping from it, making a disgusting sound like internal organs being squeezed.

——This is the "Black Water Lord" Ishiniks, a demon from the abyss, one of the many indescribable and distorted monsters in the abyss.

Perhaps it is a product of the contamination of a god's body, perhaps it is a life condensed from chaotic energy, or perhaps it is an experimental product of an ancient spellcaster.
In short, over a long period of time, the origin of Ishiniks has been lost in history and is unknown.
Winged demons known as Heralds of Decay burst forth from the pustules on the backs of the Darkwater Lords.

They flapped their wings soaked in sticky black water, making a buzzing sound like flies, covering the sky and dyeing most of the sky an eerie black color.

Immediately afterwards, countless sludge-like monsters formed by black mucus emerged from the body of the Blackwater Lord and squirmed forward. Their translucent bodies devoured the filth on the road and became increasingly larger.

Accompanied by a shrill roar, the rumble of the ground and the sound of flowing mucus, the "Black Mountain" slowly moved towards the defense line of the Avernus coalition forces, unstoppable.

A strong aura of chaos enveloped the entire battlefield and even the hearts of every soldier, causing millions of living beings to feel a fear and trembling that came from the soul.

This is the power of the Lord of the Abyss, this is the terrifying existence born from the depths of the bottomless abyss!
That is the instinct of living things, the fear of the most terrifying unknown existence, which is almost inevitable.

Even players who have "no soul" are affected by various negative effects such as fear, shock, and coma.

On the bronze fortress in the distance, Cassius squinted his eyes and looked at the black hills in the distance, carefully feeling the power of chaos contained in the majestic pressure, and whispered: "A very difficult enemy, and this guy is too ugly."

Bayer also looked solemn, and subconsciously grasped the Purgatory Sword at his waist: "This is the Black Water Lord, a monster from an unknown abyss. Unfortunately, apart from this name, I know almost nothing about it.

The Abyss gave birth to many twisted beings that even the Lord of the Nine Hells could not know about—this guy was obviously one of them.”

"Maybe it's the large intestine of a certain god, thrown into the abyss tens of thousands of years ago." Cassius joked.

After all, Gruumsh's blood and eyeballs can give birth to evil creatures.

This demon that looks like a large intestine and oozes a foul-smelling liquid might actually correspond to his guess.

As he spoke, the Blackwater Lord had already crawled into the battlefield, his dark, hill-like body giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"Damn it, it's indeed an evil creature from the abyss, it's so disgusting! Stop it for me!" The devil officer waved his saber and roared to give orders.

Hellfire balls, burning arrows, bloody thunder and all kinds of messy things were thrown at the huge demon body.

But the dark slime seemed to be able to devour and dissolve everything. All the arrows, bullets and shells were like a drop in the ocean, sinking directly into the black water and disappearing without a trace.

All kinds of spells dissipated when they were a hundred meters away from the Blackwater Lord. They were deconstructed by the power of chaos and turned into countless chaotic elemental particles.

"His-"

The dark slime fell like raindrops, corroding the ground into holes. Even half of the bodies of some devil soldiers were dissolved, and the armor made of hell iron was of no use at all.

It waved its slimy tentacles, instantly drawing thousands of players and devil soldiers into its huge body.

"No!"

"help me!"

"Damn it, block that tentacle, don't let it come over!"

“Ahhhh! This is so disgusting—”

The moment they came into contact with the black water, a hissing sound was heard, and their skin began to melt, followed by their flesh and internal organs, until finally, even their bones merged with the black water and became food for the demon.

Those fly-like rotten pioneers also buzzed towards the crowd, spitting out foul mucus. The skin of many soldiers was eroded, revealing large pieces of flesh and even bones, which looked horrible.

"Damn, this boss is so disgusting. He can't do any damage at all, and he has a bunch of disgusting minions."

"Is this war mission going to be lost?"

"This is pure shit. I don't know what's wrong with the dog planner's brain. He designed something like this. It looks like a defense."

"How high are your senses? Why do I feel so stinky? I'm about to throw up!"

After the Blackwater Lord joined, the situation on the battlefield changed dramatically in an instant.

In just a few minutes, both players and demons suffered heavy casualties, with the casualties reaching over 100,000, and their defense line was shaky and about to collapse.

"Quick! Block it!"

"This, this thing is unstoppable!"

At this moment, the Blackwater Lord had already crossed the moat. Inside the defense line of the Hell Legion, the devils were screaming and wailing everywhere, and some were even fleeing.

After all, this demon, no, it should be said that this evil creature is too powerful, to the point where they despair.

Devils never talk about responsibility, sacrifice and courage; weighing interests is their only code of conduct.

They soon came to the conclusion that if they turned around and fled, they might still have a chance of survival, but if they continued to hold their positions, they would only end up being devoured by the Blackwater Lord.

Even the high-ranking devil officer flapped his wings and flew towards the bronze fortress. He killed the little devil in front of him with a sword and roared, "Who told you to retreat! Stop it!"

However, a tentacle covered in mucus swung in the air and lashed towards the devil officer.

Suddenly, fear and panic appeared on the devil officer's face. He flapped his wings frantically and even tried his best to use the spell-like ability of space teleportation.

Unfortunately, under the influence of the pressure from the abyss, any spell was ineffective, and his struggle seemed particularly pale and powerless.

"No, you can't kill me!"

With miserable cries, the devil in a high position was like a fly caught by a frog. He was easily rolled up by the tentacles, and then he was swallowed by the black water without a sound.

After the appearance of the Blackwater Lord, Hell's defenses were breached one after another, leaving numerous loopholes, like a dam breached by a flood.

Seeing the disadvantageous situation, Cassius looked at the big devil with a gloomy face beside him and raised his eyebrows: "These evil creatures from the abyss are really amazing, Bayer, can you beat it?

If you need help, I can help you now, but it will be at a different price."

Bayer frowned and asked, "If I let you deal with that evil creature, what will I have to pay?"

Cassius smiled and said, "I will give you a friendly price. I only want half of the authority of Hell and a colony as large as a kingdom."

"Are you dreaming?"

Bayer sneered and said sarcastically: "Tsk, as expected of a descendant of Tiamat, you are still as greedy as ever."

Cassius said calmly, "Who would let go of the opportunity to raise the price? If you go to my beloved Mother Goddess for help, I'm afraid she will ask you to give up the position of the Lord of Hell.

At this critical moment of life and death, I did not ask to be the emperor of Avernus, which is already a great favor to you, Lord Bayer." Casius deliberately emphasized the tone of the last few words.

Bayer replied coldly: "Your Majesty Cassius, you are too greedy. I will never accept such an unreasonable request."

Cassius asked curiously, "So - you're going to handle it yourself?"

"of course."

Before he finished speaking, the lord of hell waved his strong bat wings, picked up the purgatory sword that symbolized power and strength, and soared into the air.

Looking at the Hell Demon flying into the sky, Cassius shook his head with some regret. He missed another good opportunity to "semi-colonize" Avernus.

However, he is not in a hurry. With more and more players flocking to Avernus, the deepening of cooperation, and the growth of Cassius' own strength, Bayer will eventually become a "puppet lord" controlled by the Burning Empire.

But it would be nice to take this opportunity to see the fighting style of the Lord of Avernus. (End of this chapter)