Ember Dragon

Duke Franz turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and saw hundreds of humans and dwarves holding various weapons, rushing towards Green Valley Town.

And in the front was a holy warrior wearing armor and holding a silver sword. He was emitting a light golden glow all over his body and was quite conspicuous in this dark rainy night.

"That's Adrian?"

Duke Franz still had some impression of Adrian. In his eyes, the child of this comrade was a holy knight with good talent, but he was far from having the momentum he has now.

At a distance of hundreds of meters, the reinforcements coming from afar raised their rifles.

There was a loud "bang!" and the whistling of gunfire echoed through the sky. Flames burst out from the muzzles of the guns, emitting pungent smoke.

The bullets cut through the rain, pierced through the scales of the dragon vein monsters, and penetrated their flesh, causing them to let out shrill wails and fall from mid-air one after another.

In the distance, mortars were pulled up by knights on horseback. With a deafening sound, the shells fell into the monks and exploded, instantly turning hundreds of cultists into charcoal.

"Follow me! Let's fight these damn cultists to the death!"

Adrian shouted loudly and galloped on his horse. He rushed to the front of the team and charged into the enemy's flank. He swung his sword in the air, releasing a flame as dazzling as the sun, instantly burying more than a dozen monks in the sea of ​​fire.

However, it was his first time using the power of the sun god, and he was not yet proficient in it. The surging flames almost injured their friendly forces.

The human knights followed behind him, piercing the dragon beasts in mid-air with their spears and chopping off the heads of nearby cult monks with their slender swords and sabers.

When the Dragonfang dwarves saw these cultists, they were even more jealous, as if they were enemies meeting each other. They picked up their hammers and axes and rushed into the crowd, fighting with the monks desperately.

The joining of Adrian and his followers disrupted the battle situation, allowing Franz's personal guards to withstand the impact of the Dragon Church, and even showed a tendency to counterattack.

But Franz knew that these reinforcements of just a hundred people could not change the overall situation of the war. Under the continuous attack of the Green Dragon Legion, as time went by - they would undoubtedly be defeated.

"Human! This is your grave! I will kill all your soldiers and completely massacre this town!"

"Roar--"

The ancient green dragon roared fiercely and charged towards him with its huge body, like a green hill falling down.

Duke Franz stared at the green dragon, breathing heavily, holding the sword tightly with both hands, slowly bending down, gathering the strength in his body, and the sword seemed to be wrapped in a hazy red light.

"You're looking for death—"

With an earth-shaking roar, the heavy sword was swung out fiercely towards the ancient green dragon. The air flow surged, causing a terrifying storm that shook the earth. Even the surrounding space trembled slightly, leaving only the sound of the sword breaking through the air.

"Keng——"

First there was the buzzing sound of metal colliding, followed by a dull sound. The ancient green dragon was unexpectedly swept away by the sword. He howled, and blood and broken scales splattered in the air.

But before Franz finished his action, two mature green dragons roared and surrounded him from the left and right. Their claws as sharp as blades and densely packed teeth hit his body directly, and they couldn't wait to tear him to pieces.

Duke Franz quickly twisted his body and placed the huge sword on the left side of his body, using it as a shield to block the bloody mouth of a green dragon that was pouncing towards him, but his back was exposed and was about to be pierced by the sharp claws of the pursuing dragon.

"My Lord Duke, be careful!"

In the distance, Mandrian jumped high from his horse, raised the silver sword burning with the fire of the sun, swung it in the air, and let out an angry roar.

The next moment, the sound of flesh being torn was heard, but Duke Franz was unharmed.

"Ow—"

The middle-aged green dragon raised its head with a ferocious look on its face and let out a shrill howl of pain. Its right claw had been chopped off. Blood was gushing out from the broken part, and bursts of black smoke were emitting a burning smell.

The broken claw fell to the ground, rolled several times, and oozes blood.

Upon seeing this, Duke Franz also pushed the dragon's head away with all his strength, spun his body, and the greatsword drew an arc in the air, smashing heavily at the enemy.

"boom!"

The mature green dragon was knocked flying backwards, half of the horn on its forehead was cut off, and its upper jaw was knocked crooked.

"Damn humans!"

"I will tear you apart! Your flesh will dissolve in the green dragon's acid and turn into thick water!"

"Lowborn creatures! Your souls will wail in my belly!"

The green dragons looked horrified, but still let out threatening growls. Franz and Adrian relied on each other and confronted the green dragons back to back.

"Adrien."

Duke Franz glanced at the burning sword in the hand of the paladin and whispered, "I didn't expect that you could get the power similar to that of a descendant of God in this era."

"I just realized it too." Adrian clenched his sword.

Duke Franz's eyes showed a trace of surprise, and then he said seriously: "Leave here, we can't defeat these green dragons alone. I will fight to the death to find a way out for you."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed bitterly: "Adrian, you have an extraordinary talent. You may become the hope for the revitalization of Fadlan. Your life is far more precious than mine, an old fellow who should have died on the battlefield long ago."

But Adrian gritted his teeth and shook his head firmly: "No, Your Excellency the Duke, I can't run away anymore. I have been running away for too long."

Duke Franz was a little anxious: "When the Five-Colored Dragon Legion of the Dragon Worship Church surrounds you, you won't be able to escape! We can't compete with them with our current troops!"

Adrian was confident: "Your Excellency the Duke, I said that we have been running away for too long and cannot continue to run away, and--"

He paused and looked towards the center of Green Valley Town: "Who said we only have these troops now?"

There was surprise in Duke Franz's eyes, as if he was meeting this young paladin for the first time. He looked in Adrian's direction.

The ground was shaking and trembling, and a tall stone tablet rose from the ground, engraved with a lifelike sculpture of a giant dragon and a complex rune formation.

"This is."

Franz's expression suddenly changed. He felt an extremely strong pressure from the stone tablet, but it was closer to the power of a dragon - rather than the pressure from the sun god.

"what is that?"

"Another of those damn human tricks?"

Whether it was the green dragons and acolytes of the Dragon Worshipping Church or the humans and dwarves of the "Second Fadlan Front", they were all quite surprised by the sudden appearance of the stone tablet.

But soon, the runes on the stone tablet suddenly lit up, releasing brilliant magical light and causing an extremely strong spatial fluctuation.

Sand and rocks were flying all around, and a strong storm appeared, tearing apart the dark clouds covering the top of Green Valley Town, causing them to disappear in an instant.

The space on top of the stone tablet gradually twisted, folded, and torn, and finally a space vortex with a diameter of several dozen meters appeared.

"Oh my God." Seeing such a spectacular scene, the onlookers exclaimed and made many speculations.

At this moment, densely packed figures of various shapes emerged from the space vortex, followed by extremely excited shouts and roars.

"New copy, here I come!"

"Long live Cassius!"

"Hurry, hurry, get ready to fight those guild guys for monsters!"

The first to bear the brunt were dozens of knights riding on wyverns, flying across the sky accompanied by loud dragon roars.

Next came the Dragonscale Monks in heavy armor, with chainswords in one hand and bolters in the other, they landed on the ground with a bang, smashing deep pits on the stone road of Green Valley Town.

Further behind them were muscular, rough-looking, bald monks with bare upper bodies, wearing only light linen trousers. They climbed the eaves and walls between the rooftops of houses and moved flexibly.

These guys from the unknown space looked strange. Some of them could barely be called humans, while others were completely monsters in human skin - such as the bald monk who was six meters tall and had eight arms.

Their weapons were also varied, making these southern "bumpkins" feel intimidated.

But then, an even more shocking scene appeared.

Along with the dull roar that resounded through the sky and the shrill whistles, a huge aerospace ship that was a hundred meters long slowly sailed out of the portal.

It is made entirely of steel, with the gear emblem of the Mechanicus sprayed on the side. It is filled with complex mechanical structures and is constantly spewing out clouds of steam.

This incredible steel behemoth was suspended in the sky, casting a huge shadow that covered half of Green Valley Town.

The hatch on its belly opened, and giant armored vehicles more than ten meters high dropped from the sky. Small magic spaceships also emerged one after another and flew across the sky.

"God."

"Amaunator, above."

"Great Dragon Queen, what is that?"

At this moment, the soldiers on both sides were all shocked and astonished by the spectacular scene.

Only those beings who also came from the space vortex didn't care at all and shouted: "These crazy guys released this thing at the beginning!"

"Damn it, stop blocking the door!"

"The Mechanicus' people are bullying us by taking advantage of their power. It seems that they don't even want to leave us a sip of soup this time!"

But soon afterwards, a large wooden ship also flew out from the space vortex. It was covered with magic arrays and flashing with magical light. The sails on both sides kept shaking, creating magical gales. It passed through the sky like a whale swimming in the deep sea.

——That is the large vehicle of the [Magic Coin] Guild, which is also one of the wealthy families, the Flying Magic Ship.

At the same time, various types of tanks, spaceships, and armor emerged from the space vortex, which was dazzling and overwhelming.

For a moment, the sky over Green Valley Town was obscured, and even the well-informed Duke Franz was so surprised by the scene that he was speechless.

He turned to look at Adrian: "Is this the reinforcement you mentioned? Where are they coming from?"

Adrian answered truthfully: "The Red Dragon Emperor of the Burning Empire promised me that he would do his utmost to help us resist the Dragon Worship Church, but..."

Looking at the overwhelming number of players, he smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that they would go to this extent and send such terrifying reinforcements."

Duke Franz looked solemn and reminded in a deep voice: "Still have to be on guard. After all, the emperor is not from our country."

Adrian nodded: "Of course, I will pay attention."

In the army of the Dragon Worship Church, the green dragon looked at Logan with some doubt and asked in a low voice: "Where did these guys come from?"

The cult leader Logan looked at the dragon riders flying in the sky and shouted, "Sir Anselm, look, they have the noble blood of dragons flowing in their bodies! They must be ours!"

"I see."

"No wonder they sound so impressive. They are actually the followers of Her Majesty the Dragon Queen!"

After hearing this and learning about that, the cultists and green dragons were all excited and roared with excitement.

Little did they know that Logan was sweating profusely, constantly using divine magic to communicate with the higher-ups of the Dragon Worshiping Church, investigating the origins of that group of beings that came from the space vortex.

The Green Valley Town soldiers on the front line looked at the dragon riders in the sky with bitter and desperate expressions.

——Even if they risked their lives, they could only barely hold off the enemies in front of them. If those scary guys were the reinforcements of the Dragon Worship Church, they would surely die under the attack from both sides. They were already in a desperate situation.

A sharp whistling sound came from the sky. People loaded their crossbows and bullets, held their breath, and waited for the attack from the sky.

But they never expected that the group of dragon riders would fly past the soldiers of Green Valley Town and rush towards the monks of the Dragon Worship Church, roaring and shouting.

"what?"

"They are actually enemies!"

The acolytes of the Dragon Worship Church were caught off guard and shouted in panic. They wanted to raise their shields to block but it was too late.

"Ow—"

With the fierce roar of the dragon, the Red Scale Conquerors swooped into the crowd. The atavistic two-legged flying dragons spewed out surging dragon flames, and the knights on their backs took advantage of the momentum of the dive to slash and stab at will.

This group of red-scale conquerors swept across the earth like the scythe of the god of death, quickly reaping hundreds of lives, bringing endless blood and fire, and then they soared into the air gracefully and climbed high into the sky.

Then, dragon-scale monks wearing heavy armor also dropped from the sky and slammed into the crowd of the Dragon Cult Legion, crushing the acolytes into meat patties.

“Hahahaha! For the Emperor! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the Skull Throne!”

"Come! Kill them hard!"

This group of four-meter-tall humanoid monsters brandished chain swords, raised bolt guns, and let out wild roars.

They charged towards where there were more people, hacking and shooting frantically. Flesh and blood flew everywhere. This group of Dragon Scale Monks soon created a tragic scene with corpses scattered all over the ground and rivers of blood.

Even if a two-legged dragon pounced on him, the Dragon Scale Monk grabbed its head without fear and easily cut off its fragile neck with the constantly rotating chainsaw sword.

There were also countless shells crisscrossing in the sky, drawing arcs, and falling into the Dragon Worship Church Legion like dense raindrops, causing continuous violent explosions and sending countless charred flesh and blood flying.

Within a few minutes of the players joining the battlefield, the situation in Green Valley Town changed dramatically! (End of this chapter)