Ember Dragon

"It's no use, Caesus! From the moment I descended into the material plane, your defeat was already a foregone conclusion!"

Tiamat's voice was chilling, as if it came from a deep valley, hovering around Cassius's ears.

Filthy, foul blood flowed from beneath the three-headed dragon, spreading out a surging, dark red mist. This blood mist coalesced into ferocious, five-colored dragon shadows, howling and roaring, relentlessly attacking the city of August.

Many of the five-colored dragons are as large as small mountains, or even reach the size of ancient dragons; a single one of them could destroy a city.

This is Tiamat's authority as the goddess of dragons.

A mere drop of blood is enough to give birth to a monster comparable to a real dragon.

"That's—stop them!"

"For the Empire!"

"City defense artillery, prepare to fire!"

With a dull thud, hundreds of extravagantly sized heavy cannons extended from the walls of Auguste, aimed at the five-colored dragons below, and opened fire simultaneously under the control of the defending soldiers.

boom!
boom! boom! boom!
The deafening roar of artillery fire echoed continuously throughout the city of Augustus, like a rushing river.

The cannonballs rained down like a storm, and the explosions engulfed a strip of space thousands of meters long and hundreds of meters wide outside the city walls, turning all the five-colored dragons inside into charred remains.

After several rounds of bombing, the area outside the city was littered with charred flesh, bones, and shell fragments, and even the ground was sheared off by three feet.

However, the five-colored dragons continued to emerge beneath Tiamat, charging frantically towards August, their colorful breaths falling like a tidal wave.

"The whole army obeys the order——"

"In the name of His Majesty Caesus, launch a saturation attack on the invading enemy!"

At the command of Captain Tiflin on the city wall, the entire city of August began to operate in response to his voice, with the clicking of mechanisms, the roar of engines, and the crisp sound of gears meshing incessant.

The next moment, missiles and rockets from different directions, at different altitudes, and at different speeds, like a pack of wolves working in perfect unison, pounced on the sky from all directions at the same time.

Some were responsible for intercepting the breath attacks, some used their speed advantage to pierce the dragon's heart with lightning speed, and others relied on their numerical advantage to form a dense rain of bullets, causing the gathered dragon horde to be overwhelmed and unable to defend themselves effectively.

Countless streaks of fire and smoke streaked across the sky, intertwining and forming a dense net that seemed to envelop the entire city.

After the Empire conquered Augustus, the city underwent continuous transformation, and it has now been converted into a massive mechanized military fortress.

On the city wall, Commander Tifflin, watching the five-colored dragons descending from the sky one after another, said with some relief, "Fortunately, Lord Langpu had the foresight to upgrade August's defense system in advance, otherwise..."

boom--

The distant sky burst open again, and the huge, spectacular fireball seemed to move closer to the city of August, its color becoming darker and more somber.

Amidst two terrifying breaths that pierced the sky and tore through space, Kaisius seemed to be at a temporary disadvantage, and his decline became increasingly apparent.

"What happened to being the enemy of the gods? Are those gods—and that old fox Bahamut—intending to just stand by and watch Tiamat take over the material plane?"

Kaisius roared inwardly. With this all-out effort, his "Dragon God Body" burst into flames, every strand of flesh and every bone turning into fuel for his breath.

In the multiverse, the will of the gods is not carried out by mortal believers alone; they command eternal armies composed of extraordinary beings.

These armies are stationed on the outer planes belonging to the gods, forming an integral part of their divine domain and directly reflecting their divine power and majesty.

Moreover, these servants are not ordinary beings, but celestial, purgatory, or other otherworldly creatures shaped from pure planar essence and divine sparks.

Meanwhile, in Aphrodite, one of the nine layers of hell, lies the kingdom of Tiamat.

The armies of the gods were arrayed in the blood-red sky.

Not only were there celestial beings such as the Seraphim, the Roc Angels, the Holy Light Envoys, and the Star Envoys arranged in an orderly formation, shimmering with holy radiance.

There are also constructs like the Demon Tomb, which are entirely composed of the essence of order. From tiny single-tier Demon Tombs to enormous giant wheel Demon Tombs, they form tight arrays, densely occupying the sky.

In addition, there are many chosen ones, saints and heroes from various races, including humans, dwarves, elves, giants, centaurs, nature spirits and even dragons.

Bahamut's metallic dragon race and its retinue also appeared in that massive legion: gold dragons, silver dragons, bronze dragons, copper dragons, and others flapped their wings in the sky, forming shimmering metallic clouds against the blood-red backdrop.

In addition, there are rare dragon species such as the Atherosaurus and the Tungstenosaurus, and even a few extremely powerful legendary dragon species such as the Power Dragon and the Rainbow Dragon.

The resounding war drums and solemn war songs echoed in the sky as these servants of the gods, with their magnificent presence, roared their battle cries towards the divine kingdom of Tiamat.

"Surrender! You filthy offspring of Tiamat, disgrace to the dragon race! Your plot to invade the material plane ends here!"

"Your divine kingdom will eventually be conquered by us!"

A powerful, explosive voice came from the dragon horde. The metal dragons knelt on either side, making way for them. Even the most arrogant power dragons and rainbow dragons stepped aside, lowered their heads, and nodded slightly.

A colossal dragon, enveloped in radiance, slowly emerged from its herd, its imposing presence awe-inspiring. With its appearance, all sacred and pure positive energy intensified, like a bonfire being fueled.

This giant dragon, which is over a hundred meters long, seems to be made of golden energy. Its body is constantly flashing, and its eyes look like colorful, burning crystals.

This is the legendary son of Bahamut, Shasun's Wrath.

Many scholars believe that the famous Son of Bahamut is not a dragon, but a material embodiment born from a plane of positive energy.

"Lord Xia Sennu has arrived too! Today is the day these five-colored evil dragons will be annihilated!"

"For justice!"

On the other side, dragons and dragonborn fluttered their wings haphazardly, occupying half the sky like mottled dark clouds. Most of them were five-colored evil dragons, including subspecies such as hellish evil dragons.

The scorched earth was teeming with hideous, grotesque dragonborn, their numbers overwhelming, like a black wave covering the land, emitting chilling cries. "A rabble."

Xia Sennu sneered, his clear and authoritative voice echoing in the sky.

The translucent dragon wings flapped in the air, and countless golden stars streaked across the sky, leaving shimmering trails as they fell towards the Tiamat Familia.

With a series of explosions, an extremely powerful burst of positive energy erupted, instantly turning countless evil monsters to ashes.

Xia Sen spread his dragon wings in fury, and his huge, magnificent, and almost perfect dragon body stretched out to its fullest extent.

A positive energy vortex with a diameter of tens of thousands of meters appeared around Him, purifying all evil creatures that entered this range, causing them to die in endless radiance.

boom--

Just then, the ground suddenly cracked open, and hundreds of pillars of fire broke through the earth's layers, shooting straight into the sky. Lava gushed out from those cracks, engulfing countless weak dragonborn.

A colossal two-headed dragon emerged from the ground, its scales ablaze with fiery red, its body reeking of pungent sulfur. Its powerful, bat-like wings were adorned with malevolent claws, and its massive tail ended in a cruel barb.

With His appearance, a scorching and acrid wind swept across the land, and the evil eerie light made the hairs of countless celestial beings stand on end.

Mordukaval the Two-Headed is one of the most powerful abominations to have ever emerged from the depths of Bator, renowned as a progenitor of Tiamat and one of the Eight Dark Generals.

Even the sages who were obsessed with dragon studies would lower their voices when talking about Mordukaval, lest they be discovered by this greedy, violent, and extremely vengeful demigod dragon.

"Damn crawler—"

Modukavar's voice was hoarse and shrill, as if it came from a chasm deep in hell: "Get out of the Mother Goddess's territory!"

This two-headed dragon had bloodshot eyes, with endless killing intent emanating from the depths of its pupils. It flapped its wings and pounced on Xia Sennu in the distance with a terrifying momentum.

Modukawal prefers close-quarters combat because He enjoys the thrill of tearing flesh and crushing bones.

Unfortunately, Xia Sennu is a pure energy being, and in battles against Him, Modukaval often only gets a mouthful of positive energy that makes Him nauseous.

Seeing the two-headed dragon rushing towards him, Xia Sen's lips curled up in anger, and he sneered coldly, "Pathetic fool!"

Several radiant figures appeared in the distant sky, led by a human male wearing chainmail, holding a warhammer, his eyes covered by gauze, with a bright and dazzling halo on his forehead, exuding an indescribable noble aura.

The human simply swung his warhammer lightly, and Modukava, suspended in mid-air, plummeted from the sky as if struck by a heavy hammer, crushing countless Tiamat followers to death.

"who is it?"

The enraged two-headed dragon raised its head, its pupils suddenly contracting, its voice trembling: "Tyr? How is this possible?"

He gazed at the supremely noble figures in the sky, and fear and disbelief finally appeared in his usually arrogant and violent eyes. He murmured to himself, "Gods."

Finally, He even saw a colossal, incomparably familiar platinum dragon appear on the horizon.

Modukavar struggled fiercely, but a seemingly ordinary wooden cone fell from the sky and pinned the two-legged dragon to the ground, rendering it unable to move.

At this moment, Modukavar was like a sinner in a myth, firmly nailed to the ground.

Immediately, the dragons and dragonborn creatures were thrown into disarray, letting out panicked howls.

Only a true god could make the legendary son of Tiamat so miserable.

Modukaval roared in frustration, "Impossible! Asmodeus will not allow you into Avernas! This must be an illusion to deceive us!"

Xia Sen looked down at Him coldly: "Fool, not only us, but the Lord of Hell also does not want to see Tiamat occupy the material plane, let alone see any existence in Hell that is beyond His control."

Modukaval struggled to argue, "Impossible! Her Majesty Tiamat has a pact with that guy; He would never lay a hand on us!"

“So, we made a deal with Him,” added a demigod shrouded in silver light.

An angel from Mount Paradise, clad in armor with the emblem of the sun, declared in a resounding voice: "We will lead our army to conquer Tiamat's divine kingdom, eliminate the threat posed by you to the Lord of Hell, and restore Aphrodite to its original order!"

"attack--"

Xia Sen roared with his head held high, letting out a loud, long howl. This sound contained strong positive energy, which could inspire people and boost the morale of the army.

In an instant, the angels, saints, heroes, demons, and dragons launched a simultaneous charge, like a magnificent golden tsunami that instantly engulfed Tiamat's dragon horde.

Holy beams of light, golden blades of light, dazzling magical rays, and scorching dragon breath crisscrossed the sky, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

Red dragon, green dragon, blue dragon, black dragon, hell dragon, flame dragon, and other Tiamat's familiars fell from the sky one after another. Some even died in the dazzling light, turning to ashes before they could even make a final struggle.

Xia Sennu personally charged to the forefront, his imposing body surrounded by a massive vortex of positive energy that would mercilessly shred any evil creature that approached.

"Break through the enemy's defenses as soon as possible, destroy the tokens of the hidden divine kingdom, and we must crush Tiamat's lair in one fell swoop!"

"Yes, my lord."

"attack!"

In terms of both quality and quantity, this allied force, which brought together the elite troops under several deities, possessed an undeniable and enormous advantage, and held an absolute upper hand.

Sure enough, in no time at all, the allied forces of the gods swept through like a whirlwind, swiftly and mercilessly destroying the Tiamat servants at the forefront.

Mordocarval, on the other hand, was imprisoned by several high-ranking angels and sealed beneath Aphrodite; it would likely take hundreds of years for him to escape.

Most of Tiamat's vassal army had been transferred to the material plane to deal with the Imperial coalition's attack. The army that remained in Avernus was small in number and poorly defended. It was annihilated by the legions of the gods in a short time, leaving only debris and ashes.

The colossal golden dragon skull, the spine of the ancestral red dragon, and the scales of the mist dragon, among other relics, were destroyed one after another. The spatial concealment barrier in the sky vanished, and the divine realm of Tiamat gradually emerged in Avernus. (End of Chapter)