Ember Dragon

Chapter 852 The Players' Counterattack

The moment the red dragon's head was severed, the other two heads, green and blue, instinctively raised their heads and let out a shrill, painful wail.

Immediately afterwards, they all revealed ferocious and twisted expressions, writhing their necks and viciously biting at Alger and his giant eagle, even blocking their escape route in advance.

"Now's the time! It's your turn to make your move!"

Alger let out a desperate cry and dodged several vicious bites.

"Roar--"

A dragon's roar came from mid-air, and hundreds of Crimson Scale Conquerors transformed into two green torrents, rushing towards the blue and green heads respectively. The sharp spears, carrying overwhelming momentum and terrifying power, pierced into the bodies of the colorful dragon beasts.

In an instant, countless blood holes appeared on the two remaining heads of the colorful dragon beast, gushing out hot and crimson blood, and bits of flesh scattered in the air.

The remaining Crimson Scale Conquerors went even more frenzied, circling the massive body of the chromatic dragon and brandishing their weapons. The wounds on the behemoth grew more numerous, and the blood gushing out increased.

The blood mist turned into fog and filled the air. The dragons riding the Crimson Scale Conquerors flapped their wings, stirring up powerful gusts of air, as if a blood-red storm was enveloping the colorful dragon beast, intending to tear it to pieces.

In this blood-red storm of execution, the colorful dragon beast continuously let out miserable howls, waving its huge and deadly limbs, trying to kill the swarm of "flies" circling around it.

However, no matter how much the behemoth struggled, the Crimson Scale Conquerors were always able to evade its attacks with their superior mobility, leaving new wounds on its body.

Soon, the colorful dragon beast was covered in wounds and scars. Its huge, monstrous body, as large as a small mountain, was covered with wounds, some from swords and others from bullets. Blood gushed out from them, like small waterfalls, and gathered on the ground to form a bloody, viscous river. Finally, it flowed into a large crater created by a shell, forming a blood-red lake.

"Ow"

The colorful dragon beast's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and its howls grew weaker and weaker. Its body trembled continuously due to the excruciating pain and bleeding, and finally it collapsed to the ground with a thud, causing the ground to tremble, dust to fly, and countless huge cracks to appear on the surface.

This seemingly invincible, nightmarish behemoth that had inflicted tens of thousands of casualties on the allied forces died in the siege of the Crimson Scale Conquerors.

It was a descendant of Tiamat, a product of the sacrifice of millions of Seleucia mortals, and a combination of hundreds and thousands of dragon-blooded monsters, but it still died under the whirlwind onslaught of the Crimson Scale Conquerors.

"By Amannata! It...it's dead! It was killed by those dragon riders!"

"The Allied Forces will prevail! Justice will triumph!"

"Long live--"

Gazing at the monster collapsing like a mountain, the allied soldiers were first stunned and incredulous, then let out an extremely excited shout. Immediately afterwards, cheers spread, and all the allied soldiers were shouting for this great victory.

Then, the situation on the battlefield changed even more dramatically. Behind the Seleucia Line, which was originally the weakest point, huge portals opened in mid-air.

"Kill!"

"For the Empire!"

"For His Majesty Caesars!"

Amidst the cacophony of shouts and the roar of engines, countless players surged out of the portal like a flood, covering the entire landscape. Everywhere one looked, there were players dressed in bizarre costumes.

Almost every war mission attracts nearly a million players, and this time, as a special [World War Mission], which is also the final chapter of the Dragon's Bane, countless players have come to participate.

Amidst the cacophony of shouts and the roar of engines, countless players surged forth from the portal like a raging flood, covering the entire landscape.

Almost every war mission attracts nearly a million players, and this time, as a special [World War Mission], the number of players rushing to participate is even greater.

The cultists of the Dragon Church were caught off guard by the sudden intrusion of players into the battlefield. What was originally the weakest point in the defense line had now become the area where the allied forces were strongest.

Thus, the counterattack began.

"Come on!"

"To contribute to the faction!"

"Hurry up and unleash your attacks! This kind of gigantic boss is practically a sitting duck!"

"This thing can drop legendary materials! We're going to be rich!"

The dozen or so colorful dragon beasts that had forcibly broken into the allied forces' position were surrounded by excited players, like ships tossed about in the ocean, receiving a tidal wave of attacks from the players.

The colorful dragon beast, which was hideous and invincible in the eyes of the Seleucia soldiers, is now being fought over by players.

Like piranhas that have smelled blood, they surged forward, greedily devouring the giant beast's body as if they were nothing more than helpless prey.

"Roar--"

One of the colorful dragons roared and charged into the crowd, crushing hundreds of players with its heavy body. But then, hundreds of grappling hooks rose up from nearby and pinned it to its body, binding it firmly in place.

The giant beast struggled fiercely, causing the ground to tremble violently, but it could not break free for a time. The players, like swarms of ants, climbed up the grappling hooks, reached its body, and used long knives to cut open its scales and skin, gradually dismembering it.

In the torrent of players, one colorful dragon beast after another crashed down, and the dragon worshippers, outnumbered by a huge gap, didn't even have a chance to resist before being overwhelmed by the frenzy of players.

In the sky, the battle also turned around. The dragon worshippers and dragon blood monsters that originally poured out from the holes in the wind wall were blocked by the players all over the sky and were even pushed back.

These players, some riding flying mounts like winged horses and wyverns, others using flight or levitation magic, rushed towards the dragon worshippers, unleashing a barrage of bullets, shells, fireballs, lightning—almost overwhelming them.

"They are the soulless ones."

Looking at the players scattered across the sky and the earth, Felipe gritted his teeth, his expression growing increasingly sinister and terrifying, and veins bulging again on his scale-covered forehead.

The soulless.

The name of this group of immortal and insane beings has now resounded throughout the continent and is inextricably linked to the empire. Their stories are even circulating in hell and heaven.

Wherever a soulless being appears, chaos ensues, defying all expectations.

Soon, he saw his Dragon Worship Cult army being overwhelmed by the mottled torrent of players, with countless cultists and dragon-blooded monsters howling in agony as they fell from the sky like raindrops.

Upon seeing this, Felipe flew into a rage. He touched the back of the giant dragon with the tip of the Scepter of Calamity, awakening its power once more. A terrifying eerie light instantly burst forth from the dragon's eyes, and its ferocious face twisted in agony.

It slowly opened its gaping maw, and accompanied by a thick, stench, a beam of light containing death, chaos, and evil divine power erupted from the depths of its throat, piercing the sky.

"Boom—" In an instant, the black light swept across the sky like the scythe of death, engulfing countless players and annihilating them into dust. Sky warships were cut in mid-air and exploded.

But the players were not afraid at all. Instead, they all looked at the giant dragon in the distance, especially at Felipe on its back, with greedy expressions on their faces.

"That crown looks incredibly valuable."

"A five-headed dragon! That guy's status within the Dragon Worship Church is definitely not low; we've caught a big monster!"

"Go steal some kills!"

Braving the all-destroying dark divine light, the players charged forward bravely, unleashing countless spells, cannonballs, and bullets like a storm, as they attacked Felipe on the dragon's back.

Felipe stood rooted to the spot, his face grim, his expression growing increasingly ferocious, his hand gripping the Scepter of Calamity trembling slightly: "They dare to treat me like prey!"

"Truly... an unforgivable sin!"

A deep, eerie light flashed in Felipe's eyes. He brandished the Scepter of Calamity, and the phantom of a five-headed dragon hovered above his head. Flames, lightning, and frost enveloped the environment within a radius of several thousand meters, instantly killing thousands of eager players.

"Anti-magic barrier!"

"Where's the mage? Help!"

"Let's get a tank with high magic resistance to tank this guy; his spellcasting ability is very strong!"

The players' clamor filled the sky. Soon, several mages from the Protection School gathered together and formed a huge magical barrier, barely blocking Philip's divine spell. Several heavily armored paladins with wings on their backs stood at the forefront, allowing hundreds of players to proudly follow behind them in the charge.

But Felipe merely tapped the giant dragon's head casually and said coldly, "Such pathetic ants—no matter how many come, it's all meaningless!"

The giant dragon opened its blood-red maw once more, spewing out scorching flames that instantly engulfed the area where the paladins were, and the heatwave distorted the air itself.

"I can't hold on much longer!"

"Priest, cast a Protection spell!"

"This guy's damage output is incredibly high! It's elemental damage! Quick, cast a protective energy spell!"

The players screamed in terror, but the dragonfire quickly melted the paladin's shield and armor, burning his body to a crisp.

The colorful dragon roared, flapping its wings that blotted out the sky, creating a powerful storm that instantly scattered the hundreds of players who had gathered together. Then, a thunderous breath erupted from it.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by deafening thunder, pale lightning swept across the sky, forming a terrifying lightning net that struck down a large number of scattered players, leaving behind plumes of smoke in mid-air.

Felipe raised the scepter of calamity above his head and shook it constantly. Dark clouds surged and gathered in the sky, making him appear like a god descending to earth.

"Get out of my way, you mortal!"

"boom!"

Lightning struck, flames spread, and the giant dragon's silhouette appeared exceptionally majestic in the dark clouds, exuding an unknown terror. Thousands of players perished in Tiamat's immense power.

"Tremble before the power of the dragon! You ignorant mortals!"

Felipe's voice was filled with excitement; every time he waved the Scepter of Calamity, thousands of players died as a result.

Even so, players still flocked to this Pope of the Church of the Dragon, the former King Seleucia, like moths to a flame.

As more and more players gathered, large and small wounds appeared on the giant dragon's body. Its once sky-covering wings became tattered and torn, with howling winds emanating from the gaps.

Meanwhile, on the distant aerospace warship, several anti-magic sniper rifles were already aimed at the Dragon-Worshipping Pope on the dragon's back.

"boom!"

With a loud gunshot, the bullet tore through the air, pierced through several layers of magical protective shields, and shot towards Felipe's vital parts from different directions.

But at the last moment before the bullets were about to hit, Felipe suddenly looked up, clenched his fist, and dark divine power enveloped his body, covering the bullets that were about to hit him.

The next moment, the bullets bounced back at an even faster speed, returning to the original barrel almost instantly, bursting out of the gun, and shattering the heads of the snipers.

"What a joke."

"This boss is impossible to beat!"

"I refuse to believe it! The worst that can happen is death!"

The players grumbled and complained, but they kept charging forward, trying to get close to Felipe.

After all, with a boss of this level, killing it would grant a reward that could change your entire gaming career, so it would be worth risking your life for it.

Soon, the number of players gathered in the Sky had reached hundreds of thousands.

They surged toward the legion of the Church of the Dragons like a raging flood. Even the colossal dragon, as large as a small mountain, appeared tiny in the crowd, like a reef in the ocean about to be swallowed by the surging waves.

Misha struck again, unleashing a blazing white pillar of fire that stretched for thousands of meters, piercing the sky and hurtling towards Felipe.

This time, Felipe, who was already overwhelmed by the attacks, was not adequately protected. His divine shield was pierced by Misha's dragon breath, and he was hit in the chest and blasted hundreds of meters away.

Misha's eyes were sharp, and her slender fingers slowly slid down. The pillar of fire in the sky suddenly swept down, like a long sword that was burning hot and red-hot, and actually cleaved the huge flying dragon in two.

The sounds of flesh burning and muffled wails echoed through the sky. The filthy blood flowed down like a waterfall as the mountain-like body was split in two and crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Felipe, who was blasted into the air, escaped unharmed under the protection of Tiamat's divine power. He looked at Misha in the distance with increasingly gloomy eyes, his narrow vertical pupils filled with hatred.

"Damn traitor."

However, countless fireballs and cannonballs shot in again. Felipe's face darkened, and he waved the Scepter of Calamity in mid-air. The deep light instantly enveloped his body, tore through space, and sent him hundreds of meters away to the Tiamat Altar in Sunset City.

(End of this chapter)