Ember Dragon

"boom!"

In an instant, the energy beam that descended from the sky exploded, tearing apart the hard scales of the Color Dragon Beast and creating countless hideous wounds on its massive body.

But the colorful dragon beast was not to be outdone. It raised its head, opened its massive maw, and unleashed a terrifying dragon breath that was enough to destroy everything. This caused a spaceship that had not yet activated its force field to explode on the spot, trailing thick smoke as it crashed to the ground.

"Maintain the protective force field!"

"Watch out! The enemy has extremely strong ranged attack capabilities! Please activate the Level 3 Protection and Interception System!"

Semi-transparent barriers appeared high in the sky, shimmering with a pale blue light, blocking the breath of the colorful dragon beast. The space battleship also continuously released beams of light to retaliate.

Beams of light crisscrossed in mid-air, dragon breath flew everywhere, and powerful explosions filled the air. Huge, colorful dragon beasts, steam tanks, and arcane armor rampaged across the land, and mortals could lose their lives if they were not careful.

The worst situation was on the western defensive line, which was under the responsibility of the Seleucia troops. Under the onslaught of the colorful dragon beasts, the heavy infantry, armed with spears and giant shields, were like a group of fragile sitting ducks, only able to wail in agony amidst the endless lightning, frost, and flames, gradually collapsing.

Several particularly large, colorful dragon beasts rampaged across the battlefield, charging wildly forward despite the Seleucids' torrent of arrows, causing the earth to tremble.

The crowd was in a panic, and the Seleucid troops were thrown into disarray. A cacophony of screams, cries, and wails filled the defensive line.

"Watch out! They're coming!"

"Run!"

"By Amannata, this is practically a small mountain!"

"Hold on! This is the final battle. Kill these evil dragon queen offspring, and we can reclaim our homeland and bring peace to our fallen loved ones and comrades!"

"Look! They're here!"

"Roar--"

The four colorful dragon beasts roared angrily, striding forward with their thick limbs, accompanied by dust that swept across the land, crushing countless heavy infantrymen into meat patties mixed with armor fragments.

The Seleucid soldiers fought back fiercely, constantly firing arrows, wielding longswords, and thrusting spears, but they could not break through the thick scale armor.

As the ultimate biological weapon created by the Church of the Dragons for war, and an evil being blessed by Tiamat, ordinary soldiers are simply unable to break through the Color Dragon Beast's defenses and will only die beneath their hideous and terrifying bodies.

"what!"

"We are just mortals, and we don't have those strange and wonderful creations of the Empire. How could our flesh and blood possibly withstand such monsters!"

"Help!"

"Great Lord of Eternal Radiance!"

In an instant, screams of agony filled the Seleucia position, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. The soldiers were on the verge of collapse amidst the continuous deaths and injuries.

However, at that moment, a golden blade of light shot out from afar, cleaving through the thick scales of a colorful dragon beast, causing blood to gush out. The giant beast let out a painful yet furious howl.

The soldiers looked up in surprise and saw a figure bathed in golden light and with wings on its back sweep across the sky. It was Duke Adrian, the Duke of the Divine Lineage and the leader of the Seleucia Provisional Government.

Behind him were hundreds of blurry figures shrouded in golden light, wielding various weapons and exuding a sacred and sublime aura, like a group of angels from eternal heaven.

They are the faithful followers of Amannata and the last remaining divine warriors of Seleucia. They have gathered here to reclaim the capital of the Seleucia Kingdom, capture the last fortress of the Church of the Dragon, and avenge their dead relatives, friends, and countless innocent Seleucia people.

"For Amanatha!"

"For the Holy Faldeland!"

Adrian raised his longsword high and let out a powerful roar. Hundreds of divine warriors descended from the sky and charged towards the colorful dragon beast one after another.

In an instant, golden light filled the sky, intertwining with dazzling flames and lightning, and these hundreds of divine warriors surrounded the four colorful dragon beasts that had charged into the battle.

"Let's go!"

"These evil offspring of the Dragon Queen are no match for the warriors chosen by the Sun God!"

"Charge! For the Kingdom of Seleucia! For Holy Falland!"

In an instant, the ordinary Seleucia soldiers were also greatly encouraged. They seemed to have temporarily forgotten their fear and followed the miraculous radiance, charging towards the ferocious and terrifying dragon beast in a mighty procession.

The two sides were locked in a fierce battle, the aftershocks of which whipped up a storm of sand and gravel, obscuring the view of the fighting, but the sounds of soldiers' shouts, beasts' howls, and explosions could be heard.
On this vast battlefield, these fewer than a hundred colorful dragon beasts alone held off the allied army of a million, creating a stalemate.

Felipe leaped off the city wall, but a colossal dragon-like creature, with an astonishingly large wingspan of nearly a hundred meters, glided close to the ground, casting a terrifying shadow on the earth, and caught him steadily.

Standing atop the towering back of a colossal dragon, the Pope of the Dragons spread his arms, raised the Scepter of Calamity, and roared with laughter high in the sky: "Remnants of the old era, savor these last moments of life, tremble before the power of Tiamat—a new world is about to begin!"

Centered on his scepter of calamity, dark waves of light suddenly spread out, forming a raging and chaotic storm of divine power that enveloped hundreds of square kilometers.

High in the sky, the phantom of the five-headed dragon seemed to have a sinister, mocking smile on its lips, sending chills down one's spine and making one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

The worshippers of the Dragon Cult within the city trembled violently, their flesh writhing, their skin being gradually torn apart with a ripping sound, gushing out crimson blood, and filthy, viscous fluid flowing from their mouths.

But they showed no pain whatsoever; instead, their expressions became increasingly frenzied, excited, and agitated.

"It's Her Majesty the Dragon Queen! I see Her Majesty! She's watching me too!"

"Great Mother of Dragons"

"Hahahaha! I actually saw the Mother Goddess's magnificent figure! This is Her blessing! I have been chosen!"

"I am the chosen one!"

"I saw it too! It seems I'm about to evolve into a noble dragon and ascend to the realm of gods!"

"Did you see that? I succeeded! Killing you back then was definitely the right thing to do, Father, I succeeded! I have won His Majesty's favor!"

The crazed dragon worshippers laughed, cheered, ran, or knelt in devotion, as if they saw the supreme five-colored dragon appear before them, bestowing upon them boundless divine power. Accompanied by a series of teeth-grinding tearing sounds, the muscles and skin on the backs of the crazed dragon worshippers were ripped apart, twisted dragon wings sprouted, flapping and carrying a foul-smelling gale into the sky.

Thousands upon thousands of Dragon Worshippers flapped their wings wildly in the air, their eyes flashing with a crazed light, like churning dark clouds that were looming over Sunset City and spreading madly toward the Allied forces' defensive line.

Meanwhile, the situation of the allied soldiers under the influence of Tiamat's divine power was equally dire.

Many soldiers knelt on the ground, their faces contorted in pain, tears streaming down their faces, repeatedly murmuring, "No, no!"

"It's my fault for not being able to save you."

"You damned monster, stay away from her!"

Tormented by horrific images, the soldiers repeatedly and incessantly recalled the brutal murder of their loved ones by the Dragonborn, their minds gradually collapsing and disintegrating.

Even the imperial soldiers with weaker wills fell victim to it. Because Tiamat possessed the divine authority of "dragons," any creature with dragon veins flowing through its veins would be affected to some extent—even the soldiers of the Burning Empire were no exception.

Your Majesty Cassius

"Your Majesty, the Dragon Queen?"

"Whose warrior am I? I have the blood of a dragon flowing through my veins, the mother of dragons?"

In their hearts, the statue of the burning emperor was replaced by a ferocious statue of a five-headed dragon. The will of mortals could only waver in their faith, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, like a small boat caught in a stormy sea.

In an instant, the entire Allied forces' position descended into chaos, filled with frenzied and disorderly soldiers, and the once impregnable and exceptionally strong defensive line became riddled with holes.

Felipe nodded with great satisfaction, brandishing the scepter of calamity, and shouted, "Look! Fear has devoured these lowly humans!"

"Go, children of Tiamat, tear them apart, let their blood flow like rivers, and let these pathetic weaklings become the fuel for the birth of the new world!"

The enormous, mountain-like, colorful dragon beast charged again, rampaging through the battlefield. Hundreds of thousands of dragon-winged believers with dragon wings swooped down at high speed, instantly engulfing the leading allied forces.

These cultists, who could no longer be considered "human," were like ravenous beasts. They were ferocious, baring their teeth and claws, tearing and scratching at the allied soldiers affected by the divine power waves, ravaging them beyond recognition.

These beings "blessed" by Tiamat have clearly lost their most basic humanity, turning into monsters even more cruel and violent than dragons.

"enough--"

"Pathetic cultists, do you really think you've received the blessing of the Mother of Dragons? No, it's an eternal curse!"

Just then, a gentle yet solemn voice came from afar, and a beautiful and elegant female pastor appeared in mid-air, wearing a white robe with gold trim.

That woman was none other than the legendary priest, the former honorary bishop of the Church of Amannata, and now the archbishop of the Dragon Oath Temple—Ingrid.

After the Burning Emperor ascended to demigod status, this temple bishop's strength increased significantly. He was able to borrow the emperor's power and had surpassed most legendary powerhouses.

"In the name of the Emperor of Burning Ashes—Purify the Will!"

Ingrid raised a magnificent dragon-headed scepter high, and invisible waves spread out from the scepter, with golden rays of light shining down on the earth like the midday sun.

In an instant, the allied soldiers who were shrouded in black light and whose minds were clouded by Tiamat began to emit black smoke and hiss, and their eyes gradually cleared, as if they had been purified by this light.

Even the Dragon Worshippers, who had been reduced to monsters, were affected by the golden light. Their wings and claws rapidly retracted, and even large patches of scales on their skin fell off.

"Do not--"

"This is impossible! I am the one chosen by Her Majesty the Dragon Queen! I will become a true dragon!"

"No! How could you lowly creatures possibly kill me, a chosen one of the gods!"

Accompanied by their unwilling cries of agony, these Dragon Worshipers, whose "dragonification" had been forcibly ended, fell to the ground one after another, only to be swarmed by the waiting Allied soldiers and hacked to pieces.

On the back of the giant dragon in the distance, Felipe's face darkened. He gripped the Staff of Calamity tightly and growled viciously, "How utterly laughable! How can a mere demigod's messenger contend with the great Five-Colored Dragon Queen and the Lord of Ten Thousand Scales!"

He swung the Staff of Calamity, about to continue casting his divine spell, when several blurry black shadows, accompanied by a piercing whistle, tore through the air and pierced his body, causing him to stagger backward several steps and almost fall off the back of the dragon.

"Who? Who has the audacity to do this!"

Felipe's face was contorted with rage, veins bulging on his forehead. He pulled several blood-stained bullets from the hole in his chest. He looked into the distance, his narrow, vertical pupils catching sight of the elite Imperial snipers.

"Just a few of the lowest, weakest mortals?"

"You think you can kill me?"

Felipe's tone grew increasingly sinister and terrifying. He raised the scepter of calamity, its tip already releasing divine power powerful enough to warp space.

Moreover, his self-healing ability is extremely strong. In just a few seconds, the wound caused by the bullet was completely healed.

However, at that moment, an extremely hot beam of light pierced through from a distance and shone directly at Felipe's head.

The Pope's expression changed drastically. He turned his head sharply, tapped the Staff of Calamity in his hand, and divine power condensed into a huge shield of light, blocking his way.

A tall, red-haired, golden-eyed dragon girl fluttered her dragon wings and hovered in mid-air, her slender, white fingertips dancing with flames containing destructive power—that was Misha.

Misha stared coldly at the Pope and said, "I never imagined that the once-powerful French royal family would fall to such a state, becoming Tiamat's puppets? How pathetic!"

"Are you the sorcerer of that traitor?"

Felipe stared at the sorceress in the distance with a murderous and chilling gaze: "It is my honor to serve the great Empress Tiamat, but you, on the contrary, have actually signed a contract with a despicable traitor and thief!"

He stretched out his hand, sneering, and said, "Warlock, you have great talent. Abandon that creature destined to be devoured, and submit to the great Five-Colored Dragon Queen, the Lord of Ten Thousand Scales. You will gain even greater power and step into a wider world!"

"How dare they insult their master!"

Misha glared at her, her gaze icy, and unleashed a blinding burst of flames from her hand once more: "You hopeless evil dragon puppet, die!" (End of Chapter)