Ember Dragon

Chapter 819 The Blue Dragon's Head

Besides the Shaolin monks, the most conspicuous were the dragon-scale cultivators of the Mechanical God Cult. They were tall and strong, wearing bio-armor and wielding chainsaw swords and bolt guns, roaring as they charged toward the descendants of the evil dragon.

Among these dragon-scale cultivators, the Iron Frenzy was the most modified, best equipped, and most striking in appearance—nearly five meters tall, with a mouth full of sharp teeth and muscles like iron balls, making them far removed from humans.

"For the Emperor!"

With a furious roar, Steel Tide swung his rapidly spinning chainsaw sword and brought it down, cleaving the dragon skull shield of a Blue Dragon Descendant Godslayer in two from top to bottom.

The Blue Dragon Descendant Godslayer stretched out its head, trying to bite the Steel Frenzy, but an exaggeratedly caliber gun barrel emerged and pressed directly against its throat.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, brain matter splattered out, and the head of the Blue Dragon Descendant Godslayer was riddled with holes by a single shot, with blood and brain matter spraying everywhere.

Behind the steel horde, several Blue Dragon Descendant ambushers roared and charged forward, only to be flung away by the Dragonscale cultivator with a single, powerful hand, rolling several times on the ground.

"Brother Zhan Kuang, let me do it!"

Not far away, another dragon-scale cultivator grinned and swung his heavy warhammer down at the few blue dragon descendant ambushers.

"boom!"

With a cracking sound of bones breaking, the Blue Dragon Descendant Ambush Slayer's head exploded, shattering into pieces.

Steel Frenzy exchanged a smile with him, then charged back into the dragon horde, wildly wielding his chainsaw sword. With a single strike, he could kill several evil dragon descendants, making him an unparalleled mowing-down-the-grass.

This group of dragon-scaled cultivators was like a sharp dagger, piercing fiercely into the dragon horde and tearing their defenses apart.

Several dragon-scale cultivators even voluntarily parachuted behind enemy lines, just to enjoy the thrill of wreaking havoc within enemy territory.

Besides the scattered lone warriors, there are also powerful factions among the players, such as the Mechanicus, Magic Coins, and Royal Authority. They pilot huge airships and mechs, crushing the descendants of the evil dragons with overwhelming force, each time unstoppable.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, a thick beam of light shot towards the earth, instantly engulfing several descendants of the evil dragon, leaving only incinerated ashes scattered across the ground.

A huge black shadow appeared on the ground. Everyone felt a sudden darkness before their eyes and quickly looked up. They saw warships floating in the sky, each one almost a hundred meters long. They were like giant whales swimming in the air, gathered in groups, which was extremely spectacular and breathtaking.

Along with this came rapidly spreading clouds of steam, which surged and rolled like ocean tides, gradually enveloping the battlefield and leaving people only able to vaguely see the outlines of the giant ships.

Faced with such a massive steel behemoth, even the brutal and arrogant descendants of the evil dragons instinctively felt fear, and couldn't help but retreat, letting out hoarse growls and whimpers.

In the distance, the evil dragon priests waved their scepters and shouted hoarsely, "Damn trash! Brainless beasts, can't you see? That's just a pile of scrap metal! Attack!"

Tiamat unleashed the power bestowed upon the evil dragon priests, and the thick black mist drove the dragon's descendants, making them even more frenzied, bloodthirsty, and fearless.

"Roar--"

Accompanied by hoarse, piercing roars filled with electrical crackling, hundreds of storm dragons surrounded a spaceship, flapping their wings erratically, trying to tear the ship's armor open with their sharp claws.

However, against the hard alloy, the bites and scratches of these storm dragons could only leave white marks.

The storm dragons unleashed bursts of dazzling lightning breath at the spaceship, but it was to no avail. Arcs of electricity crackled and sputtered, but the warship remained unscathed, even collecting the electrical energy emitted by the dragons to power its elemental cannons.

Summoned by the evil dragon priests, the storm dragons launched an even fiercer attack, seemingly recklessly assaulting the defenseless "big guy."

But the mechanical priests in the cockpit remained calm and composed as they operated the aircraft carrier, red lights flashing and cold mechanical voices emanating from it.

"Multiple enemy targets detected approaching. Activating repulsion field—"

"boom!"

With a loud bang, a red shockwave was suddenly released from the center of the spaceship.

The powerful impact instantly blasted all the storm dragons clinging to the airship away, causing many of them to cough up blood, break their teeth, and wail incessantly.

However, the counterattack from the Cult of Machines was not over yet; the mechanical voice continued: "Locking on target enemies, eleven, twenty-three, thirty-six, fifty-seven targets confirmed."

The airship fired beams of red light, which within seconds targeted the vulnerable heart parts of almost all the storm dragons.

The next moment, hundreds of armor-piercing bullets were fired simultaneously, instantly piercing the chests of the storm dragons and penetrating their hearts, leaving almost none unscathed, wiping out the group of blue dragon-like monsters in one fell swoop.

The storm dragons flapped their wings weakly a few times, then their eyes glazed over, and they plummeted from the sky to the ground one after another.

Before the empire's most advanced creation, a pinnacle of technology and magic, these ferocious blue dragon descendants were no different from ordinary birds and geese.

Meanwhile, at the Magic Coin Guild, the magic warships built by the mages, while not possessing the exaggerated killing efficiency of the Mechanicus, could still unleash power comparable to sixth or seventh-circle Evocation spells thanks to the powerful magical properties built up by money.

Beams of light and flame, imbued with powerful magical energy, descended from the sky, blasting countless descendants of the evil dragon away.

Meanwhile, the players of the Royal Power Guild won the right to drive many steam tanks. They rode these massive steel behemoths, rampaging through the dragon hordes and bombarding them relentlessly, their rams soaked in blood.

Today's players are not what they used to be. Those guys who were once chased around by goblins are now a new force that cannot be ignored on the continent of Feanso.

These millions of professionals, wherever they are placed, will have an extremely terrifying impact. They are even qualified to change the landscape of the continent of Feanso and even the entire material plane.

The influx of players played a decisive role in this war; within just a few tens of minutes, 30% of the Evil Dragon Descendants who had reached the north bank of the Locke Great Rift Valley were wiped out.

If it weren't for the sheer number of the descendants of the evil dragon, which was virtually endless, the Dragon Worship Church's legion might have been defeated in a very short time.

"Damn Imperials!"

On the opposite bank of the Rock Rift, Jude, who witnessed all of this, was filled with rage, his hand holding the scepter trembling slightly.

The archbishop of the Blue Dragon Cult spread his arms wide, raised his dragon-headed scepter high, and shouted with a fanatical expression:
"With a greedy tongue I sing your name—Tiamat! Spokes of destruction! Supreme Queen who dwells in the nine hells!" "Let my ambition, like the torrent of your descent, obliterate the dust of cowardice! Let your throne be built with treasures, your holy path paved with bones, and let the wails of mortals become hymns offered to the one and only Mother of Dragons!"

"Boom!"

Before the words were even finished, lightning ripped across the sky, illuminating most of it. The thick dark clouds gradually gathered, and with huge horns, blue scales, and flickering lightning, the clouds transformed into the shape of a giant dragon's head.

Praise be to the Mother of Dragons!

"This is a miracle!"

All the devout followers of the Dragon Cult raised their heads and looked up at the sky with fervent and pious eyes—it was the head of Tiamat's blue dragon, known as the Skull of Greed and Destruction.

On the opposite bank of the Rock Rift, the Allied soldiers tensed up and shouted, "Watch out! Those cultists are about to unleash a divine spell!"

"Block him!"

The mages from the City of Ten Thousand Laws raised their staffs in unison and chanted incantations. A huge magical light barrier suddenly rose up, blocking their way.

The Empire's Dragon Pact sorcerers hovered in mid-air, unleashing walls of flames, while the paladins of the Seleucia Kingdom raised their holy swords, their dazzling protective auras soaring into the sky.

With the combined efforts of the allied forces, various complex forces intertwined and merged, and magical lights shone brightly, ultimately forming a massive barrier spanning thousands of meters.

High in the sky, the blue dragon's head moved!

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the blue dragon's head emerged from the dark clouds, lowered itself, and its pair of deep blue vertical pupils crackled with intense electric sparks, surging with endless destructive desires.

The blue dragon slowly opened its mouth, and incredibly dazzling lightning shone through its teeth. Intertwined lightning bolts swirled around its mouth, and a chilling roar came from its throat.

"boom--"

The next moment, countless bolts of lightning burst forth, tearing the sky apart and converging to form an extremely terrifying torrent of lightning that crashed into the magical barrier erected by the allied forces.

In just a moment, the magical barrier, which was stacked more than a dozen times, was as fragile as paper and was completely pierced by that breath, without even the slightest effect of hindering it.

The lightning breath continued to pour down, carrying extremely terrifying power, sweeping across the allied forces' positions, devouring, crushing, and destroying everything in its path.

The lightning breath struck the front line where the fighting was fiercest, engulfing both allied soldiers and the descendants of the evil dragon, turning them into charred remains in just a few breaths.

A burst of lightning swept across the steam tank, and the steel behemoth instantly exploded, melted by the high temperature generated by the electric current, and turned into charred wreckage with a loud bang.

After unleashing its lightning breath, the spaceship in the sky fled rapidly, speeding backward.

But the lightning breath followed closely, splitting into several bolts of lightning. These bolts, like swift cheetahs, struck one of the giant spaceships at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

"boom!"

The seemingly indestructible spaceship was instantly cleaved in two, bursting into flames and plummeting to the ground amidst thick black smoke.

Among the five chromatic dragons, the blue dragon's breath is the most powerful, and Tiamat's blue dragon breath symbolizes the power of destruction and death, capable of destroying everything in the world.

Jude spread his arms wide, laughing wildly amidst the surrounding lightning. His half-human, half-dragon, scaly face was particularly terrifying in the lightning's reflection.
"Humble ants! This is the power of Her Majesty Tiamat! You will all be reduced to ashes in thunder and lightning!"

The lightning breath repeatedly ravaged the earth, destroying the allied forces. Even the metal dragons in the sky, after being struck by this terrifying breath, would be charred black and fall to the ground with mournful cries.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the descendants of the evil dragon crossed the rift and launched a frenzied attack on the allied forces' defenses. The allied forces tried to organize a defense, but under the constant bombardment of lightning, they were unable to put up an effective resistance.

Just then, a series of unified battle shouts came from afar.

"Upholding order with an iron fist, the Dragon Lord is above all else!"

A group of paladins clad in crimson-gold heavy armor and wielding long spears appeared in the distance, led by a young blond youth—they were the Dragonsworn Paladins, and the leader was none other than the "Judgment Knight" Anthony.

Anthony raised his spear high, his eyes fierce, and roared angrily, "The time has come to serve His Majesty Caesus, for the Empire, for the Dragon Lord!"

"For the Dragon Lord!" the Dragon Oath Holy Warriors shouted in unison. Although there were only a few hundred of them, their momentum was overwhelming.

Before they finished speaking, clusters of golden flames rose from their bodies, coalescing in mid-air into a massive crimson dragon. The flames burned fiercely, releasing intense heat that distorted the air.

However, this was not the end. Misha spread her dragon wings and soared into the air, her golden eyes flashing with a breathtaking light.

"Supreme Emperor of the Burning Flames, Lord of Anzeta, Ruler of the Scourge, please grant me the power to fight Tiamat!"

She stretched out her hand and pointed at the red dragon phantom in mid-air. Complex runes appeared behind it, and a powerful force flew out from her finger and merged into the red dragon phantom.

"Roar--"

After this power merged in, the red dragon phantom suddenly expanded several times its original size. It flapped its wings and flew to the high sky above the clouds, confronting Tiamat's blue dragon head from a distance, and let out a deafening roar.

The red dragon phantom opened its massive maw and spewed out a blazing white pillar of fire, blasting towards the blue dragon head summoned by Jude.

In an instant, lightning and flames collided and intersected, the collision of the two forces causing a terrifying explosion. A powerful shockwave swept across the sky, with sparks and flames flying everywhere.

Adrian, who was watching the battle nervously from a distance, suddenly raised his longsword as if possessed, and a golden light shot into the sky—it was the power of the sun god!

The golden light merged into the phantom of the red dragon, and the surface of its crimson scales instantly displayed exquisite golden patterns. The flames in its mouth also emitted specks of golden light, becoming as dazzling as the sun.

"boom!"

Finally, the breath spewed by the red dragon phantom overwhelmed the lightning breath, pushing it back and ultimately shattering the blue dragon's head high in the sky, causing the evil and chaotic divine power to dissipate into the sky.

(End of this chapter)