Ashen Dragon

Seleucis, Rock Rift Valley.

This rift valley is located in the central part of Seleucis and is the largest fracture zone on the Fianso Continent, stretching over a thousand kilometers. From above, it resembles a giant scar.

Rock Rift Valley starts in the southern downstream valley of the Doyle River, extends north through the Tevai River Valley to the Lake of Sunset, with its southwest bordered by the boundless Talilo Desert, the origin of the Gulan Empire, and the main territory of the Blue Dragon Sect.

At this moment, two immensely great and complex torrents had gathered at the northern and southern ends of the rift valley, with an astonishingly grand momentum.

In the northern part of the Rock Rift Valley, countless Bipedal Wyverns hovered in the air, and flying ships and magic ships over a hundred meters long were suspended on the horizon like giant whales in a sea of clouds. Many Gold Dragons, Silver Dragons, and Brass Dragons roared angrily toward the opposite side.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke, as hundreds of steam tanks were stationed on the plateau, creating swirling clouds of smoke, resembling a herd of gigantic beasts. Meanwhile, humans, half-dragons, dwarves, elves, and Great Goblins all appeared in the Allied Forces' positions, standing ready and in orderly formation.

Behind them were tens of thousands of howitzers, cannons, and mortars, all aimed at the enemies across the rift.

In the southern part of Rock Rift Valley, tens of thousands of Dragon Beasts of various forms and frenzied eyes charged forth, raising dust storms that swept across the land, emitting heavy breaths.

Dragonborn and Half-Dragon warriors rode on the backs of Dragon Beasts, raised their spears and swords, and issued powerful battle cries, while countless cultists dressed in black and gray robes shouted loudly, surging up like tumultuous tides.

And in the sky above, hundreds of Evil Dragons of various colors had already gathered. Among them were well-known five-colored dragons like Red Dragons, Blue Dragons, and Green Dragons, as well as rarer Chromatic Dragons like Purple Dragons and Brown Dragons.

This group of giant dragons hovered over the rift, resembling a massive, colorful cloud. They flapped their wings chaotically, issuing terrifying roars and hisses, causing rocks to tumble down from the cliffs.

It should be known that these were genuine giant dragons, blood descendants of Tiamat!

As one of the most powerful beings in the Material Plane, just a single ordinary adult giant dragon could easily destroy a village or even a small town, while a group of a dozen dragons could create a nation-destroying calamity.

And what does a hundred dragons mean?

This is already enough to be called a "Dragon Disaster," capable of causing continent-wide calamities and turmoil. Only major nations like the Holy Fadlan and the Ashen Empire can contend against it.

Evidently, the Dragon Worship Church had come out in full force, intending to defeat the Allied Forces, led by the Empire, in this war.

Ancient Red Dragons roared furiously in the sky: "Imperial people! You are shameful traitors! You enjoy the Dragon Vein Power bestowed by Her Majesty the Dragon Queen, yet shamelessly betray Her!"

In the Allied Forces' position, a tall half-dragon officer wearing a military green coat stepped forward—it was George, who after years of war was now an Imperial Rear Admiral and the Legion Commander under Dolores.

George drew his saber and pointed at the Ancient Red Dragon in the sky, sneering coldly, "Betrayal? Truly laughable! The bloodline of us Imperial people comes from His Majesty Cassius the Supreme, what does it have to do with your Dragon Queen?"

The Ancient Red Dragon was enraged, even angrier: "Mongrel, it is not your place to speak! All five-colored dragons have the blood of His Majesty Tiamat flowing in them, and your Emperor is the most shameful traitor!"

"Utter shamelessness!"

The Goblin Marshal, the commander of the expeditionary army, Dolores, spread his wings and took to the sky, confronting the Ancient Red Dragon in mid-air. Their eyes locked, showing not a trace of fear or retreat.

"His Majesty Cassius never bowed to your Dragon Queen. The vast territories of the Empire were won by His Majesty through victory after victory. What connection does it have with you five-colored dragons?"

"As long as the Ashen Empire exists, your divine will forever remain in Hell, unable to descend to the Material Plane!"

"Damn scoundrels!"

The five-colored dragons were furious, cursing openly, while the Imperial people were equally incensed by these dragons slandering the Emperor, engaging in a fierce exchange of insults.

Yet despite this, no one made the first move, all waiting for their side to fully gather strength—after all, a war of this scale could not be mobilized in less than a few days' time.

Dolores looked sharply at the five-colored dragons circling in the sky, as his aim for this battle was to accomplish the task assigned by His Majesty Cassius—to decisively eliminate the living forces of the Dragon Worship Church.

Besides the main battlefield, countless players had voluntarily formed teams, crossing mountains and rivers, heading to the blue dragon sect-controlled heart of the Talilo Desert.

Deep within the Talilo Desert, Yir River Valley.

It is now the dry season, with the river dried up, revealing large patches of soft riverbeds, and sparse yellow grass growing in clumps.

Besides this, there was nothing but endless yellow sand, with sandstorms raging and few traces of people, only the occasional blurred shadow circling the sky, emitting hoarse roars—it was Lion Scorpions and Flying Lion Beasts patrolling and hunting.

And in that endless yellow sand, several patches of sand seemed unnaturally distorted, presenting a peculiar shape.

"Xin Dog, you're not lost, are you?" Mantou whispered, wearing a Chameleon Cloak that blended seamlessly with the environment.