Abomination and the Legendary Dragon King

Chapter 353 Cruel War

On the coastline of the east coast of the empire, strong winds swept across the waves, dark clouds gathered thunder and heavy rain, and a terrifying scene like a doomsday disaster shrouded the entire land.

Under the dark clouds that were as thick as ink, a giant that was tens of meters tall and was like a mountain slowly set off towards the empire towards the Santa Rona volcano.

At its feet, monstrous waves followed its footsteps.

Behind it, countless naga, murlocs, sea monsters, hags, and various mythical noble species seemed to crowd the entire coastline endlessly.

Looking at the past, there are actually hundreds of thousands of them, and what's even more frightening is that behind the giant, more powerful and terrifying creatures continue to appear from the ocean.

As the descendant of Poseidon, the sea god, the Cyclops who lived from before the dark age to the present, has not made many shots in the past, but his strength has always been considered the head of the three sea emperors.Some people even think that it is a blasphemy to call it the emperor of the sea. As the heir of the gods, it is born to be a great existence.

"Red Dragon! I will smash you into pieces!"

Polyphemus, the tragic cyclops, although he is the heir of the true god, has never enjoyed the love of his cruel father. After he was born, he was exiled on an island in the ocean, where he lived alone. Lived endless years.Until one day he met his true love, the sea nymph Galatea.

But the relationship between them is definitely not a mythical romance. Galatea is a pearl on the sea, a beautiful and charming sea nymph. Polyphemus loves her madly, but Galatea loves her. On a human hero.

Polyphemos became mad with jealousy after seeing two people having a tryst. In anger, he stoned the human hero to death with a huge stone, and then raped Galatea.

Later, in the dark ages, the sea nymph Galatea fell into the hands of the warriors of the ancient orc empire, and before she died, she left an heir for the Cyclops, the golden giant Phedasus.

However, Pheidasos is the posthumous son of the sea nymph, who had not yet been born and suffered catastrophe. Under the care of the Cyclops, he slept for nearly ten thousand years before recovering from the dying state.

For a long time, the golden giant has always been the spiritual pillar of Polyphemus, the inheritance of his blood, and is regarded as the only treasure by this ugly giant.

Polyphemus loves his son more than himself, and even the famous Cyclops pirate group in the open sea was formed by Polyphemus to satisfy the hobbies of the golden giant.

However, the god-born giant, who had just recovered from his deep sleep, was mercilessly killed by the red dragon on the boundary island, and even his body was blown into nothingness.

How could Cyclops endure such pain and torture?
It boarded the east coast of the empire, looked up and saw the towering Mount Santa Rona in the distance, in the Mount Saint Lona, the Cyclops felt the aura that belonged to Alex, for the current Polyphemus As far as Si is concerned, the red dragon is an existence that it must kill no matter what it pays.

Feeling the aura of the red dragon, Polyphemus thought of the god-like child he had died in its hands.

The grief in its heart was like a black ocean, unstoppable tears flowed from the one eye, ran across the hairy cheeks, and then across the sharp teeth on the lips.

"Phaedasos, the lush jungle that grows at the foot of Prakos
The treasure bestowed upon me by Father God Zeus, why did you suffer such a sinister fate?"

The gigantic Cyclops made a howling sound, like crazy, and rushed towards the volcano of St. Rona. At its feet, the undulating hills were like dust on the ground swept by endless waves, and the sea aliens behind it were endless. , with scarlet eyes, vowed to avenge the son of the Sea God, and to make that brutal red dragon pay the price in blood.

The thunderous explosion reverberated throughout the plains near the east coast, and the confluence of monstrous sound waves and endless tides caused tremors in the hearts of everyone who heard it.

On the west side of the east coast, 10,000+ remnants of soldiers gathered into small phalanxes. In order to prevent being directly killed by Cyclops, the distance between different phalanxes was very far.

Messiah is wearing a golden armor, which was originally a collection of Bretogenia, the quality of the artifact level, and it radiates brilliant light under the black clouds, making her the well-deserved center of the entire army.

There is no fear on the little saint's face, but only the determination to defend her country.

She was riding on the huge wolf leader, and behind her was a group of incredibly strong wolf cavalry, about a hundred or so. These orcs were already the strongest and best soldiers in the current headquarters of the empire.

It raised the spear in its hand, and in the sky, the light of a god pierced through the clouds and shrouded the girl's godlike body.

The wild wolf let out a roar that shook the sky, and the spears collided with each other, like drums beating on the hearts of all the red dragons.

"For the home!"

"For Alex!"

Even though they knew that there would be death and no life, everyone didn't have the slightest fear in their hearts.

Their hearts are full of sacrifice and glory, and they must defend their beliefs and all the good things to the death.

Under the leadership of Messiah, tens of thousands of remnants charged on the vast plain, facing the tragic fate and doomed death.

The huge wolf cavalry launched a suicide charge towards the attacking Cyclops, and the phalanx after that changed into different formations on the plain, and then collided with those sea aliens who dared to invade the empire.

It was like two long rivers converging together. At the moment when the two collided, the sky and the earth lost their color, and the entire battlefield seemed to be frozen and silent like death.

Then came the deafening death that resounded through the sky!
The black and white rivers collided and converged, turning into pure blood in the blink of an eye.

Those who lost their arms were bitten with their teeth, those who lost their legs were carried on the backs of their comrades-in-arms, and the orc women and children also held farm tools and torches in their hands. Everyone knew that once this war failed, reincarnation would await. Never ending pain.

The king of the North, the great red dragon Alex, lives in Saint Lona, hundreds of alien races, the absolute belief and hope of millions of people, they can only use their lives to stop these alien races here, waiting The return of reinforcements from the Empire, or the awakening of Alex.

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