Ember Dragon

"Well done."

It turned out that the engineers at the front had already planted bombs on the stone bridge, waiting for the enemy on the bridge to be at their peak before detonating them to inflict maximum damage on the Church of Bailong.

After the stone bridge collapsed, everything started from scratch. The legions of the Church of the Dragon were still under heavy bombardment from the Empire and were unable to extricate themselves for a time.

But at this moment, the spellcasters in the Church of the Dragon finally stepped forward. They raised their staffs, chanted incantations, and pure force field energy floated in mid-air, forming tall, semi-transparent bridges.

Unless a high-level spell like Disintegration is used, the force field wall is very difficult to break and is almost immune to all physical impacts.

With these force fields forming bridges, amidst the shouts of the evil dragon priests, the descendants of the blue dragons and cultists surged onto the bridges time and again, charging towards the other side of the Locke Great Rift.

During the charge, countless descendants of the evil dragon and cultists fell into the abyss and plummeted to the bottom.

Deep within that great rift valley, countless corpses were piled up together, a horrifying sight. Their deaths were gruesome, often riddled with bullets and then smashed into a mangled pulp.

Jude angrily raised his dragon-headed scepter, and dark clouds rapidly spread above his head, covering the Allied positions. Lightning suddenly struck down, instantly destroying several Imperial strongpoints.

Finally, after paying the price of countless lives, the vanguard of the Church of the Dragons—a dozen tall and strong blue dragon descendant god-slayers—reached the north bank of the rift. They roared like thunder, wielding electrified longswords and hacking at the Imperial soldiers with a series of crackling sounds.

"boom!"

Sparks flew everywhere, splitting the sandbag fortification in two, and the Imperial soldier operating the machine gun behind it lost his life, turning into charred remains.

In less than a few minutes, the Blue Dragon Descendants Godslayers swept through the Imperial frontline machine gun positions with unstoppable momentum. Large numbers of Blue Dragon Descendants and cultists, like a surging tide, instantly occupied the north bank, engulfing the Imperial soldiers at the forefront.

Seeing this, Adrian raised his longsword high, and the sword released dazzling golden light, instantly piercing through several descendants of the evil dragon.

"Seleucia's compatriots, people of Amanatha, follow me! We will reclaim our homeland with our own hands and drive these filthy monsters from this sunlit land!"

Behind him, Seleucia's most elite paladins and warriors, clad in gleaming silver armor, also raised their weapons and roared as they charged toward the hideous, dragon-blooded monsters.

"Shh-"

Adrian swung his longsword, and a golden blade of light flew out, cleaving a massive storm lizard in two at the waist, causing it to let out a muffled, electric-sounding wail.

But around him, several blue dragon descendant ambushers had surrounded him, roaring as they pounced on the paladin from different directions, trying to tear him to pieces.

But Adrian remained indifferent, suddenly spinning around as his longsword traced graceful arcs around his body. The blade of light, like a storm, sliced ​​through the Blue Dragon Abyss ambushers in mid-air, sending countless pieces of flesh flying everywhere.

But one blue dragon descendant ambusher survived through the gaps in the light blades and continued to attack Adrian from behind.

"Your Grace, be careful!"

An arrow carrying a faint glow pierced the air and went straight through the monster's head. Warm blood, brain matter, and the arrow flew out from the other side of the head.

The arrow was fired by a middle-aged man not far away. He was wearing blood-stained leather armor, and his rough face was weathered and had a hideous scar that ran across his face—the mark left by a dragon's claw.

His name was Liam Peyton, an archer from a small city in southwestern Seleucia. Years ago, a young red dragon destroyed his homeland and burned all his relatives to death. He fought it to the death and pierced the red dragon's heart with an arrow.

From then on, Liam went into hiding, wandering from place to place throughout Seleucia. He would often devise elaborate plans to hunt down evil dragons and dragonborn, earning him the title of "Hidden Dragon Hunter" and a high bounty on his head from the Dragon Worship Church.

He stands here now to take revenge on these dragons who regard humans as slaves and ants.

"Damn human, I recognize you!" In the distance, a dragon priest looked at Liam with hatred in his eyes, brandishing his scepter from which a bolt of lightning shot out.

But Liam remained calm and collected. He leaped high into the air, dodging the lightning strike, and then, in mid-air, nocked an arrow, drew the bowstring, and aimed—his movements were fluid and seamless.

"Shh-"

With a whistling sound, the arrow tore a bloody hole in the forehead of the half-human, half-dragon head, causing it to fall backward violently.

“Pathetic traitor to humanity.” Liam watched the evil dragon priest fall into the ravine with indifferent eyes.

Just then, a low, suppressed roar of anger echoed from the sky, and a huge, ferocious shadow enveloped the archer warrior: "It's you! That audacious ant!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Liam looked up and saw a black dragon roaring as it swooped down at him. Its right eye was blind and was constantly oozing festering pus.

"So it was you."

Liam stared sharply at the black dragon, his muscles tense, and his palms, gripping the bow and arrow, were slightly sweaty.

This black dragon ravaged southeastern Seleucia, taking pleasure in devouring human children. He was blinded by an arrow shot by him, making him an old adversary.

"Then I'll shoot out your other eye too!"

Without hesitation, Liam raised his bow, drew back the string, and aimed at the one-eyed black dragon in mid-air.

"Shh-"

The arrow shot out with a piercing explosion, heading straight for the black dragon's remaining left eye.

However, the black dragon was prepared. It roared angrily and spewed out highly corrosive acid from its throat, instantly dissolving the arrow.

At this moment, the distance between them was no more than a hundred meters, but Liam did not run away. He just stood there and stared at the black dragon.

In the black dragon's eyes, the human was utterly hopeless and had lost any chance of escape. The smile on his thin dragon face grew even more ferocious, and the thrill of avenging his great grudge filled his heart.

"Human, I'm going to grind you into mincemeat!"

But just then, a ball of blazing fire struck from the sky, hitting the black dragon and blasting him away, nearly sending him crashing to the ground. "Roar—"

A loud roar resounded through the sky. The black dragon raised its head in terror and saw a majestic golden dragon appear in the sky, spreading its broad wings, the membranes of which reflected a metallic luster.

"Black dragon! It's time to go to hell and join your mother goddess!" The golden dragon flapped its wings, swooped down, and used its powerful body to knock the black dragon away.

As the strongest of the metal dragons, the gold dragon often has the upper hand when facing the red dragon, so suppressing a black dragon is naturally a piece of cake.

Two enormous creatures, one black and one gold, entangled and fought in mid-air, scales and dragon blood flying everywhere. In no time, the black dragon was covered in wounds, with large pieces torn off and weakened. Even its wings were broken, and it could only stumble and flee in panic.

As he fled, Black Dragon didn't forget to turn back and threaten, "Golden Dragon, I won't let you get away with this, one day."

"Shh-"

A sharp arrow pierced the air and, in the slightest gap as the black dragon opened its mouth, suddenly shot deep into its throat and emerged from the back of its neck.

Blood gushed from the black dragon's mouth, its eyes were unfocused, and its face was full of disbelief. It flapped its wings a few times and then plummeted into the depths of the rift valley.

A hundred meters away, Liam, bow in hand, trembling slightly from the exertion, gazed at the black dragon in the distance and sneered, "Arrogant monster, you've actually forgotten me? Have you forgotten how you lost your right eye?"

The golden dragon, in its prime, hovered high in the sky, watching the black dragon plummet into the ravine with an exceptionally cold gaze: "This is war, Five-Colored Dragons. You should pay the price for your actions."

Immediately, the golden dragon spread its wings and swooped down on a blue dragon in the sky above the rift valley. Lightning and flames clashed, and the dragon's roar echoed through the valley for a long time.

With the Dragon Church's legions occupying the north bank, the five-colored dragons no longer feared the Empire's artillery fire, and crossed the rift to attack the allied forces.

Meanwhile, the metal dragons, such as the gold dragon, silver dragon, and brass dragon, flapped their metallic wings and soared into the air, transforming into the strongest barrier against the five-colored evil dragons.

The dragons, like mottled clouds, fought and battled in the sky. Lightning, flames, ice, acid, and all kinds of powerful breaths clashed. Dragon blood and scales flew everywhere, and howls and roars filled the air. The sky was in chaos, and dragons kept falling from the sky.

Over the past thousands of years, the five-colored dragons and the metal dragons have clashed countless times, but very few have resulted in fatalities.

Metal dragons often banish wicked five-colored dragons to outer planes such as the Abyss and Hell, ensuring they can never return to the material plane.

But after the war began, it was as if both sides had returned to the era of the Dragonfall War tens of thousands of years ago. Vengeances, assassinations, and sneak attacks were everywhere, and the fall of dragons became the norm on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, on this long battlefront stretching for over ten kilometers, allied soldiers clashed with the legions of the Church of the Dragon, their battle cries shaking the heavens.

The dwarves swung their warhammers and leaped to smash the knees of the dragon's offspring. The silver moon elves drew their bows, and gleaming silver arrows rained down like a meteor shower, piercing the monster's scales.

The Titan descendant from the Kingdom of Kasander was the most extravagant. The perfectly handsome giant led his warriors in a charge, his footsteps causing the earth to tremble. The golden greatsword in his hand could easily cleave through the scales of the Storm Lizard and tear apart all the evil dragon descendants that stood in his way.

In terms of individual quality, tactical skills, and military organization, the Allied soldiers far surpassed the legions of the Church of the Dragon. This could not even be considered an army; it was merely a group of bloodthirsty monsters that happened to gather together, often fighting on the basis of their most primal instincts.

However, the Church of the Dragons had indeed plundered the entire western Seleucia. They killed, looted, and kidnapped people everywhere, wishing they could tear the land apart and use it as nourishment and sacrifices for breeding dragons and sacrificing Tiamat, thus cultivating a huge army of dragonborn.

At a glance, the descendants of the evil dragon stretched as far as the eye could see, covering the mountains and plains like an ocean, giving them a huge numerical advantage over the allied forces.

But the appearance of players changed everything. Ancient teleportation arrays appeared all over the battlefield, and countless players poured out of them, screaming as they charged toward the legion of the Church of the Dragon.

"Holy crap, so much walking experience! The last time I encountered such a satisfying mob was when I was fighting demons."

"Kill them all!"

"I need to level up!!"

Players brandished their weapons and poured out in droves. In this version of the game, most players were mid-to-low-level professionals of level four or above, enough to serve as junior officers in a normal army.

Such a force composed of crazy, fearless professionals is undoubtedly extremely terrifying.

Moreover, there are many elites among them, even professional gamers—such as Steel Frenzy, Great Mighty Dragon, and Born War Maniac.

Their professional level is generally above level ten, and they also possess a lot of special equipment and special contracts made by the empire. Their strength can even rival that of dragons. Even the "self-proclaimed professional" Mantou is far beyond what ordinary evil dragon descendants can handle.

After players flooded into the battlefield, the situation of the war changed dramatically. The Dragon Cult Legion, which originally had a numerical advantage, suffered repeated defeats and even collapsed.

In a localized battle on the north bank of the Rock Rift, Dawei Tianlong led the Shaolin Temple guild's monk players in a fierce fight against the descendants of the evil dragon.

These monks are all extreme physical fighters among the players, having trained their bodies to the extreme. The "Eighteen Bronze Men" among them are even said to have made their skin harder than steel by practicing the Vajra Mantra.

However, after investigation, it was discovered that this group of monks had actually purchased a skin transplant project from the Cult of Mechanicus.

In close combat, the sharp claws and teeth of the evil dragon's descendants could hardly tear through the monks' defenses, while the monks could easily make these dragon-blooded monsters vomit blood, see stars, and even have their bones shattered by swinging their fists.

In the distance, a storm lizard roared and lowered its head, its massive horns crackling with intense lightning, brewing terrifying energy.

"You audacious fiend! How dare you attempt a sneak attack! You are utterly shameless! I am furious!"

With a furious roar, the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon stomped on the ground and leaped more than ten meters into the air. Then, he swung his fist and smashed it hard into the head of the Storm Lizard.

"boom!"

The lightning bolts about to be released crisscrossed and coiled around the mighty dragon's strong body. Like an angry Vajra, he smashed the storm lizard's horns with his enormous fist, shattering its skull.

The storm lizard let out a weak, soft moan before collapsing to the ground, motionless, killed instantly by that powerful punch.

The Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon merely flicked its bloodied fist and continued running towards its next prey. (End of Chapter)