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Chapter 392 The Dragon! The Dragon! (Please Subscribe)
"Ptooey! Ptooey... Ptooey!"

Blood-tinged saliva spurted from his mouth. The one-armed warrior, unable to remove his armor in time, collapsed backward, falling heavily to the ground.

thump.

"Ha ha……"

He roughly wrapped the severed part of his right arm with strips of cloth to barely stop the gushing blood, but drops of blood were still seeping from the gruesome wound.

After catching his breath, the soldier looked around and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that others were also resting like him.

"Phew... Finally, we've driven off another wave of enemies!"

"We held it!"

Thinking about this, Radley smiled sincerely.

This is Dawn Valley Fortress.

It is an inconspicuous fortress town a hundred miles away from the Holy City of Glory. Its permanent population has been less than a thousand over the years, and it can only be considered a relatively large town.

If the Glorious Holy City is the earthly kingdom of the Sun God, it is the place closest to Him.

This is the reality of life for the sun worshippers, the place closest to Solantis.

Most of the residents here are believers who yearn for Solantis, but for various reasons are unable to go there or settle there at this time.

These small fortified towns were not uncommon in the area, and successive waves of believers settled in these places after their fruitless attempts.

The believers longed for Solantis and were unwilling to give up this precious opportunity, always looking for a chance to enter it.

When the Church of Lust instigated the war, these "satellite cities" became bridgeheads for the clashes between the two churches.

Yes, although the Church of Lust claimed to have launched a "full-scale holy war" against the Church of the Sun, they did not choose to confront it head-on.

Let me reiterate—lust is an evil god; it is mad, not stupid.

Instead of making the idiotic move of launching a large-scale attack on the Holy City of Glory, the Church of Necromancer chose to harass and raid various fortified towns outside of Solantis.

Don't you want to fight back?

Row.

Let's see how you retaliate!

With almost all the fortified towns in trouble, the Church of the Sun quickly found itself in a state of exhaustion.

This is a calculated scheme by the god of wicked desires.

No matter how many believers the Sun Church has, it cannot compare to the number of creations He has made over countless years in His Kingdom of God.

While those mass-produced snake-like creatures of various shapes and sizes may not be able to consistently win in terms of strength, they have never lost in terms of sheer numbers.

come on!

Let's hurt each other!
Lust only wanted to vent his dissatisfaction and save face, but he did not expect the Church of the Sun to react so strongly.

……

"Cough cough, hiss!"

As the adrenaline surge from the fight subsided, Radley felt a piercing pain in his arm.

He raised his left hand and laboriously removed the helmet engraved with the sun emblem, revealing messy brown hair stuck to his forehead with blood and a pair of tired eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

The emblem on the worn helmet testifies to Radley's identity—a devout warrior from the Church of the Sun.

Just now, with his superb swordsmanship and the strength of a mid-level warrior, he successfully killed a high-level venomous serpent at the cost of only one arm.

Perhaps this is nothing to other powerful individuals.

But for Radley, it was nothing short of a miracle.

Although he looked a bit miserable, his arm was really sore, and he was quite tired... he was in an extremely happy mood at the moment.

This is a truly remarkable feat!

And next to Radley, in the Dawnvale fortress, there were quite a few warriors like him, looking miserable.

The priests rushed back and forth, frantically treating the wounded and snatching them back from the brink of death.

Although the Grim Reaper in this world is rather detached and passive, not all priests are capable of casting resurrection spells, and the dead and wounded still exist.

They had just gone through a fierce battle and barely managed to drive back the evil god's minions, gaining a moment to catch their breath.

But no one can completely relax; no one knows when they will make a comeback.

"This is...the eighth time, isn't it? How many of these disgusting creatures are left?"

After being bandaged, the berserker muttered something, using his broken blade to pry open the hideous snake heads at his feet: "These bastards were disgusting to begin with, but they've become even more disgusting since they grew wings!"

The berserker's words resonated with the others, and many couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"that is!"

"It's too much if they can all fly."

"This is practically cheating!"

This is the sentiment of everyone in the fortress.

In terms of raw power, they are not afraid of the creations of the evil gods, and their overall strength is even greater than theirs!
But the reason they still fought so hard is because of one thing—the ability to fly.

Not everyone has the means to attack from the air, nor is everyone capable of fighting in mid-air.

They lack air power.

However, each of the wicked creatures' claws did indeed have a pair of wings covered with a thin membrane of flesh, enabling them to easily launch attacks.

As one side gains at the expense of the other, they are forced to face the enemy with great difficulty, at a cost that is much higher than before.

A trainee knight, bandaging a burn beneath his arm armor, suddenly looked up at the sky obscured by blood-red clouds and murmured, "If only the Silver-Winged Pegasus described in the Holy Scriptures could appear..."

"Pegasus?"

The old soldier, who was sharpening his sword, chuckled and said mockingly, "Do you know how many celestial horses there are in the Lord's kingdom?"

"Besides, we don't have any legendary paladins here! Nobody is qualified to summon them."

Pegasus are indeed very powerful, but they are not celestial beings that can be summoned easily.

"If you ask me, if we don't have Pegasus, being able to summon Thunder Eagle would be pretty good."

Another veteran wiped the claw marks on his breastplate and sighed, "My grandfather once said he'd seen them tear through storms—"

"And then wait for them to be infected by the flesh and blood puppets of the evil god and turn into corrupted wings?" The priest with a cold face suddenly interrupted, pouring the remaining holy water in his hand onto the wound.

laugh--

The rotting flesh sizzled as it came into contact with the holy water, and the old soldier winced and hissed in pain: "Hiss! Hey! Slow down, my dear sister, slow down! Are you trying to kill me?"

The pastor's expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "Don't worry, you'll be fine, and none of you will be fine."

"Don't fantasize about any helpers suddenly appearing; you all know that's unrealistic."

As the pastor's realistic but uninteresting words fell, an anxious silence spread among the crowd.

"..."

Radley also fell silent, looking up at the sky, and noticed that the sun emblem on the outer protective barrier of the fortress was losing its luster and faintly emitting a hum that seemed to be struggling under the weight.

From the crimson clouds beyond, swarms of twisted snake shadows could be vaguely seen emerging.

The next round of battle is probably just around the corner.

He hesitated for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Sister, don't be so old-fashioned! We were just chatting, hahaha! Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

Upon hearing this, the pastor shook his head, stepped forward to treat his wounds, and said calmly, "Radley, you don't look like the tough guy you claim to be."

"Tsk! So what if he's a tough guy? Even a tough guy can't lose an arm!"

Radley forced a smile, baring his teeth, and whispered, "Sisters of the church, please."

The pastor's expression remained serious, but his voice softened considerably as he said softly, "Don't worry, you'll be fine."

When the first person broke the silence, the rest of the people chimed in, shouting repeatedly.

"Exactly! We know what's going on. Let us tell you what happened."

"Since we have nothing to do right now, and we're not praying to God, let's chat!"

The pastor, her face expressionless, pursed her lips, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes, but ultimately chose silence, yielding to everyone's wishes. It wasn't that she couldn't stand their idle chatter; she simply didn't want them to let their guard down and lose their fighting spirit.

But now it seems... whether or not we relax our vigilance may not have a significant impact on the outcome of the battle.

Perhaps, this will be their death day.

Maybe in the next round, maybe in the round after that.

But no one ran away, no one was afraid.

They came for their faith, willing to fight for the majesty of God, even unto death!
"Perhaps we should discuss what kind of monster is the true overlord of the sky."

"Good question!"

"That's it!"

These warriors, lacking aerial power, found humor in their predicament and began discussing who was the strongest aerial force.

"I think it's griffins, right? Their talons can tear through rocks, and they can be ridden, plus there are quite a few of them! If there were a well-organized griffin rider force, they could easily wipe out these monsters!"

"No, no, no, the griffins are still a bit lacking, aren't they? Their individual strength can't compare to the Pegasus, and they can't even beat those feathered serpents with wings. They only have a bigger number of them, but even with a bigger number, they're still no match for the others!"

"If you ask me, it has to be the Thunder Eagle! My grandfather once said he'd seen them tear through storms—"

The argument continued unabated, with no one willing to back down.

They weren't really arguing; they were just using the topic as an opportunity to vent their emotions, as long as they were loud enough.

Are they fearless warriors?
In the eyes of the world, they are.

Undeterred by death, they chose to stand on the front lines against evil.

But are there really no fears in the hearts of these warriors?
Yes, there are some.

Only a very small percentage of people can face death calmly; the vast majority cannot.

If that's the case, then why are there so many sacrifices made for one's beliefs?

Being afraid doesn't necessarily mean you have to run away.

Even in their fear, they bravely faced death and chose where to end their lives.

Some say that true courage is facing your fears even after recognizing them.

These warriors at this moment may not be outstanding in terms of strength, but they are all qualified to be called warriors.

"You bunch of idiots! Talking nonsense!"

After arguing for a while, Radley, annoyed by the others' fallacies and heresies, gritted his teeth and turned to talk to the young man in the corner of the fortress:

"Hey, Fao! Say something too! Those idiots actually said that griffins and giant eagles can intermarry! How stupid!"

This highly skilled but taciturn high-ranking paladin had only recently arrived and had not yet fully integrated into the fortress's community.

Fao, who had been wiping his longsword with his head down, looked up upon hearing this, thought for a moment, and said, "Perhaps, it's a dragon?"

The paladin's words were like a wake-up call, bringing the crowd back to their senses after their heated debate, and they nodded in agreement.

"Dragons? Oh! Right, right! And dragons too, how could we forget those giant lizards!"

Dragons, a race that once ruled the world.

Even though their past glory has faded, they still stand among the world's top tier.

"If only there were dragons at this moment, those damned minions of the evil god would have been wiped out long ago!"

"If a dragon knight were to arrive, how could those guys possibly occupy the sky!"

"Gentlemen, I'll say it again: Dragon Knights are rarer than Griffin Knights. They're not that easy to find... Hmm!?"

While they were discussing this, suddenly, without warning, an unexpected change occurred.

Suddenly, a ferocious crimson color appeared in the distant sky, and the crimson sky above the fortress suddenly burst into flames!
It wasn't the pale gold of holy flames, but a blood-red hue!

"That is……"

As everyone was wondering, the next moment, a deafening dragon roar tore through the clouds.

Roar! ! !
Immediately afterwards, the piercing screams of the terrifying flying snakes echoed.

Their ferocious scales melted and burned in the high temperature, falling from the sky like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"What's going on?!"

goo.

Radley swallowed hard, grabbed the sun amulet hanging on his chest, and made no move.

Has the divine flame of the sun descended?
Heavenly Fire?

No, I didn't feel my Lord's authority...

The next moment, they finally saw the true form of the Crimson Shadow—a colossal dragon over a hundred meters long!

The dragon's wings, which blotted out the sky, stirred up a hurricane, and every ferocious scale was covered with scarlet patterns.

As the crimson dragon swooped down, countless flying snakes turned to ashes in its breath.

"Good good!!!"

"Reinforcements! It must be the church's reinforcements arriving!"

"Purify those damned monsters!"

Upon seeing the scene before them, the crowd erupted in tremendous cheers!
After persevering for so long, they finally saw hope.

"That is……"

Among the delighted crowd, only Fao's expression was somewhat strange.

He rubbed his eyes, staring blankly at the crimson shadow in the distant sky, and couldn't help but think of a white-haired figure.

"...Could it be you?"

"Lord Herbert?"

"Are you here to uphold justice as well?"

His expression changed, and he felt even greater awe for Herbert.

As expected of Lord Herbert!

A true model of a paladin!

……

……

"Sprint! Sprint! Sprint!"

At this moment, the person in Fao's heart was excitedly controlling the giant dragon Fei Ji, charging back and forth against the enemy army.

"Second Battalion Commander Valentina! Open fire on the enemy!"

Valentina: Roar!!!

Miss Hungry Dragon didn't know what a second battalion commander was, but she was having a lot of fun!
fighting!

Cool! ! !
Behind Herbert, who was having a great time, a succubus dressed as a nun and a devil exchanged a helpless glance.

They whispered to each other:

"Um, has he... always been like this?"

"You're asking me? How am I supposed to know?"

……

At the same moment Valentina unleashed her brutal attack, Solantis also reacted.

As they felt that unfamiliar, epic energy, a question kept repeating in their minds.

"Are those...our allies?"

"Although it's attacking the minions of lust, judging from its brutal appearance, it doesn't quite seem like it!?"

(End of this chapter)