Ember Dragon

Chapter 851 Evil Dragon Knight
"boom--"

With a deafening sound of air exploding, the raging flames coalesced in the sky into a ferocious red dragon that swooped down toward Felipe.

Felipe merely grinned maliciously, then spread his arms again, releasing countless jet-black divine lights from the Scepter of Calamity, which also coalesced in mid-air into a twisted five-headed black shadow.

Two completely different forces collided in mid-air, generating extremely terrifying aftershocks that created a blazing fireball hundreds of meters in diameter in the sky, with dazzling divine light intertwining and intersecting within it.

"You bastards who stole the blood of the Mother Goddess, today is your death day—"

Felipe sneered and swung the Scepter of Calamity down from mid-air. The giant dragon beneath him immediately shone with its eyes and let out a majestic roar. It then swung its wings, which had a wingspan of nearly a hundred meters, stirring up a raging storm that broke through the light and smoke, and pounced toward Misha.

At the same time, a dozen adult and young red dragons, along with thousands of fanatical dragon worshippers, swarmed around the giant flying dragon, like churning dark clouds, and attacked the allied forces' positions.

"For Tiamat!"

"Praise be to the great Mother of Dragons!"

"The old era will eventually perish, and the era of dragons ruling the land is about to begin!"

Tiamat's divine light constantly enveloped them, making them even more fanatical, devout, and mad, willing to risk their lives to launch fierce attacks in the hope of gaining the favor of the five-colored dragon queen.

Facing the overwhelming army of evil dragons, Misha simply snorted, "You're courting death."

Her eyes were sharp, and her golden vertical pupils flashed with a dazzling light. Her slender hand moved gently in mid-air, as if grasping a soft thread.

Behind her, hundreds of dragon-contracting sorcerers floated in mid-air, chanting dragon spells in unison. Their voices were clear and deep, as if they contained some great power to manipulate all things and change nature.

The next moment, a fierce wind arose, the heavens and earth howled, and accompanied by a violent roar, more than a dozen fire tornadoes appeared out of thin air, like giant crimson pillars connecting the sky and the earth, blocking the evil dragon army and forming a magnificent wind wall.

In an instant, the hundreds of Dragon Worshippers at the forefront were caught off guard and swallowed by the raging tornado. They were then mercilessly torn apart, turning into countless fragments of flesh, bones, and scales in mid-air, becoming debris in the gale.

This fire tornado, like a meat grinder, carried the immense power of a natural disaster, tearing apart all the approaching Dragon Worshippers.

The Imperial fleet hovered behind the wind wall. Even if any Dragon Cultists managed to get through the wind wall, they would be riddled with holes by the concentrated fire of the Imperial laser cannons and rapid-fire cannons, leaving them with no chance of survival.

But Felipe's expression turned cold as she tapped the head of the giant dragon beneath her with her scepter: "It's time for you to play your part, son of the Mother Goddess."

The behemoth opened its massive jaws once more, and a thunderous roar emanated from its body. Then, a cloud of thick, black smoke spewed from deep within its throat, within which seemed to imprison countless twisted shadows, emitting mournful and plaintive howls.

Each of the colorful dragon beasts was built from the lives of countless mortals, and naturally, they absorbed the resentment of those mortals, transforming it into the power to destroy everything.

"boom--"

Thick black smoke surged forth accompanied by wailing sounds, like highly concentrated acid, disintegrating and corroding the magical wind wall, creating a hole nearly a hundred meters in diameter on it.

Seeing this, Felipe raised the Scepter of Calamity and waved it in the air: "Go! People of the Five-Colored Dragon Queen, tear apart those self-righteous imperial people, and let them know with blood—the power of dragons!"

"Ow!"

Before the words were even finished, countless dragon worshippers and dragon-blooded monsters surged into the hole one after another, forming a huge, mottled vortex in mid-air.

Misha pointed at the surging Dragon Cultists and coldly commanded, "Sweep them away—the great Burning Emperor is watching you! Victory will ultimately belong to the Empire!"

"boom!"

Deafening explosions and the whistling of gunfire clashed in the sky. The Imperial fleet unleashed its full firepower, and the artillery units on the ground raised their cannons in unison, unleashing a barrage of bullets, shells, and rockets like a storm upon the group of Dragon Worshippers.

Hundreds of beams of light crisscrossed, sweeping across the sky time and again, each sweep causing hundreds of Dragon Worshippers to fall from the sky like straw being harvested by a sickle.

The battle in the sky became increasingly fierce. The corpses of the Dragon Worshippers and the Dragon Blood Monsters fell to the ground like raindrops, trailing black smoke and piling up to form small hills.

On the vast ground battlefield, the situation was equally dire. Millions of troops were entangled with dozens of colorful dragon beasts, and every moment, allied soldiers were trampled to death, swallowed by dragon breath, or killed by roars.

The colorful dragon beasts were covered in wounds, howling in agony. More than a dozen of them collapsed to the ground, raising clouds of dust that made the earth groan.

At the same time, the elite troops of the Church of the Dragon also joined the melee.

Clad in dark, heavy dragon scale armor, the "Serpent Guard Legion" surged out of Sunset City. Wielding poisoned longswords, they formed a tight formation, like a river of steel flowing across the land, rushing towards the weakest point of the allied forces' defenses.

"For the Mother of Ten Thousand Scales"

The snake guards' voices hissed like venomous snakes, exuding a sinister and ruthless aura that sent chills down one's spine.

Moreover, they moved at an extremely fast speed, like small snakes winding their way through the cracks in the ground. In an instant, they arrived in front of us. In just a few minutes, hundreds of Seleucid infantrymen were cut down by longswords, blood spurting into the sky, heads flying everywhere, and the vertical pupils under the snake guards' visors gleaming with a frenzied light.

Immediately afterwards, a whooshing sound came from mid-air as the air was being torn apart.

People looked up and saw a group of evil dragon knights clad in armor, riding dragon-blooded monsters, appearing in mid-air. They shouted excitedly and suddenly launched a group charge, sweeping across the land at great speed, drawing longswords carved with ferocious dragon heads from their waists and slashing the necks of the allied soldiers.

More than a dozen heads flew into the air, blood splattering everywhere. Under the combined attack of the Serpent Guards and the Evil Dragon Knights, a clear gap was quickly torn in the allied forces' defenses.

The evil dragon knights soared into the air, looking down at the allied forces. The leader of the evil dragon knights raised his longsword and said in a cold voice, "Traitors, there is only one ending for you: death!"

"Evil Dragon Knight—Attack!"

The longsword sliced ​​through the air, and the group of evil dragon knights swooped down once more, launching a fierce, whirlwind-like attack on the allied forces' positions.

But this time, a powerful dragon roar came from the allied positions, carrying a strong pressure as it poured down.

In an instant, the group of evil dragon knights froze, and the dragon-blooded monsters beneath them showed signs of pain, some even fainting on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, countless Crimson Conquerors, clad in crimson armor and riding two-legged dragons, swept over the heads of the allied forces, extending their gleaming spears and charging toward the Evil Dragon Knight Legion at incredible speed.

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Burning Empire!" The rousing battle cry and the deafening roar of dragons shook the sky.

The Crimson Scale Conquerors and the Evil Dragon Knights clashed together like two rivers colliding. The Crimson Scale Conquerors brandished their longswords and thrust out their spears.

In a single exchange, they pierced the chests of dozens of evil dragon knights and severed the heads of hundreds of dragon-blooded monsters. The mangled bodies of the evil dragon knights fell from the sky, raining down blood.

"They're Imperial cavalry!"

The evil dragon knight commander had recovered from his shock. He was furious and swung his dragon-headed longsword with all his might, aiming for the neck of a two-legged dragon. The blade sliced ​​through the air at incredible speed.

Just then, a loud eagle's cry came from above his head.

The Evil Dragon Knight Commander sensed something was wrong and looked up abruptly, only to find a burning longsword, radiating intense heat, hurtling towards him with unstoppable force.

His heart pounded, and he couldn't help but mutter, "How is this possible?"

As the commander of the Evil Dragon Knights, he possessed perception far beyond that of ordinary people, yet he was completely unprepared for the eternally burning greatsword coming from above his head.

Because he was facing Alger, the legion commander of the Crimson Scale Conquerors, a duke of the empire, whose riding skills had reached a divine level.

"Go to hell!"

With a sharp shout, the burning longsword swung down from the side and behind the head of the Evil Dragon Knight Commander, cleanly severing his neck and causing his head to break off instantly, with blood gushing out from the severed neck.

Even in death, the face of this evil dragon knight commander remained etched with shock, despair, and disbelief.

He never imagined that he, who considered himself Tiamat's darling, would be killed by the enemy in a single encounter!

The headless corpse of the Evil Dragon Knight Commander fell from the sky, while Alger, riding the Dragon Vein Giant Eagle, soared through the heavens, his expression still cold and stern, not even glancing back.

He simply gripped the burning longsword, its blade pointed directly at the remaining evil dragon knights, and said coldly, "For the Empire—annihilate these cultists!"

At his command, the Crimson Scale Conquerors, in twos and threes, chased after the remaining evil dragon knights, like a crimson storm, annihilating them all.

Within minutes, the thousands of evil dragon knights were routed by the Crimson Conqueror's relentless onslaught, fleeing en masse toward Sunset City.

However, running away would be tantamount to handing one's back to the Crimson Scale Conquerors, who would never let such an opportunity pass. The Crimson Scale Conquerors cheered and charged forward, hunting down the evil dragon knights with ease like lions chasing sheep.

The sharp spear pierced through his chest from behind, its impact exceptionally sharp.

And so, one evil dragon knight after another fell from the sky, their blood splattering out as if to dye the sky red.

At the same time, half of the Crimson Scale Conquerors launched a dive towards the ground. They came and went like the wind, and each charge was like countless blades slicing through the ground, taking away thousands of lives.

Faced with the Crimson Scale Conqueror flying overhead, the Serpent Guards were furious but helpless, and could only wildly swing their poisoned longswords into the air, hoping to inflict damage on the wyvern's abdomen.

However, the Crimson Scale Conquerors were already adept at killing enemies on the ground. During their rapid dive, their nearly ten-meter-long spears pierced through the air, slinging the armored snake guards onto the shafts like skewered beads, giving them no chance to resist.

After several group charges, the Dragon Worship Cult legion on the ground was in disarray, and without the cover of the army, the colorful dragon beast was exposed to the allied forces' siege.

"Roar--"

An angry roar echoed through the sky as the colorful dragon beast raised its red, green, and blue heads, spewing out terrifying flames, venom, and lightning respectively, knocking down several Crimson Scale Conquerors.

Alger hovered above the colorful dragon beast, dodging and weaving nimbly as he dodged the sweeping flames. His brow was furrowed as he looked down at the monster with keen eyes.

"Its breath is too threatening; we must cut its head off."

With that thought, Alger raised his burning sword and commanded, "Crimson Scale Conqueror! Prepare for the Dragon Roar Charge! The objective is to cut off all the heads of that monster!"

"Second team, your target is the green dragon head! Fourth team, your target is the blue dragon head!"

"Commander, the red dragon's head..."

Alger gripped his longsword, swooping down on his dragon-blooded giant eagle, his voice brimming with fervent battle intent: "That's my prey!"

"Shh-"

The dragon vein giant eagle swept across the sky, turning into a crimson afterimage, and plummeted toward the most ferocious red dragon head of the colorful dragon beast, its speed so fast it was almost blurry.

The red dragon head roared angrily, opening its blood-red maw, and spewing out scorching fireballs from deep within its throat, shooting towards Alger.

But Alger, riding the dragon-veined giant eagle, darted and weaved, constantly rolling, spinning, and crashing, each time narrowly missing the fireball, almost perfectly dodging it.

The colorful dragon beast was enraged. Its red dragon head was raised high, and its mouth was opened to an exaggerated degree. The flames that shot into the sky formed a raging sea of ​​fire, with thick smoke billowing, as if it would burn everything in the sky to ashes.

Facing the oncoming heatwave that distorted the air, Alger remained calm, patted the side of the dragon vein giant eagle's neck, and almost without hesitation plunged into the thick smoke.

The next moment, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, he shot through the thick smoke at high speed like a spear, heading towards the red dragon's head.

The red dragon head seemed to have noticed the knight who had broken through the dragon's breath. It opened its blood-red maw, twisted its neck, and frantically bit at him, as if trying to devour him.

But Alger suddenly descended, dodging the sulfurous mouth filled with sharp teeth, and approached its neck.

"Death!"

Alger roared and swung his longsword through the air, easily tearing through the air, slicing through the hard scales and thick skin, and slit open the throat of the red dragon's head.

"puff!"

Scalding blood shot into the sky, gushing out like a fountain from the enormous body of the colorful dragon beast.

(End of this chapter)