Ashen Dragon

Besides these scattered forces, among the players are powerful families like the Mechanical God Cult, Magic Coin, and the Royal Guild. They pilot enormous flying ships and mechas, sweeping through the Evil Dragon Descendants with unstoppable force.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, a thick beam of light shot towards the ground, instantly engulfing several Evil Dragon Descendants, leaving behind only scorched remains scattered everywhere.

A massive shadow appeared on the ground, and everyone instinctively felt darkness ahead, quickly looking up to see numerous battleships hovering in the sky. Each was nearly a hundred meters long, akin to swimming giant whales in the air, gathering in groups, a breathtaking spectacle to behold.

Accompanying them was a rapidly spreading steam cloud, the smoke swirling continuously like tides, gradually enveloping the battlefield, allowing only a faint outline of those massive ships to be seen.

Facing such colossal steel beasts, even the violent and arrogant Evil Dragon Descendants instinctively felt fear, couldn't help but retreat, uttering hoarse low growls and whimpers.

In the distance, Evil Dragon Sacrifices waved their scepters, shouting frantically, "Damn useless beasts! Brainless creatures, can't you see? That's just a pile of scrap metal! Charge now!"

Tiamat's strength bestowed upon the Evil Dragon Sacrifices poured out, the dense black mist driving the group of Evil Dragon Descendants into a frenzy of bloodshed, fearless of death.

"Roar——"

Accompanied by harsh, ear-piercing roars with a crackling electric sound, hundreds of Storm Flying Dragons surrounded a Sky Battleship, their wings flapping chaotically, trying to tear the ship's armor with their sharp claws and fangs.

Yet, against the rigid alloy, the biting and scratching of the Storm Flying Dragons could only leave white marks.

The Storm Flying Dragons spewed streams of dazzling Lightning Breath towards the ship, but it was to no avail, the arcs crisscrossed and crackled, while the battleship remained unscathed, even collecting the electric energy they sprayed to charge its Elemental Giant Cannon.

Summoned by the Evil Dragon Sacrifices, the Storm Flying Dragons intensified their attacks, almost recklessly launching an assault on the "big chunk" with no resistance.

However, inside the cockpit, the clergy of the Mechanical God Cult calmly operated the controls, with red lights flashing on the flying ship and cold mechanical sounds echoing.

"Detected multiple enemy targets approaching, activating repulsion field—"

"Boom!"

With a loud explosion, a red shockwave erupted from the center of the Sky Battleship.

The powerful impact instantly blasted away all Storm Flying Dragons clinging to the ship, causing many to cough up blood, breaking teeth, their lament echoing endlessly.

Yet, the counterattack from the Mechanical God Cult was far from over, the mechanical sound continued: "Locking target enemies, targets confirmed at eleven, twenty-three, thirty-six, fifty-seven..."

Red rays shot out from the flying ship, aimed at the vulnerable heart parts of nearly all Storm Flying Dragons within seconds.

In the next moment, hundreds of armor-piercing bullets fired in unison, piercing through the chests of the Storm Flying Dragons, penetrating their hearts, almost without exception, wiping out these monsters resembling Blue Dragons.

The Storm Flying Dragons weakly flapped their wings a few times, then their eyes glazed over, falling successively from high altitude towards the ground.

In front of the Empire's most advanced creation, combining technology and magic, these ferocious Blue Dragon Descendants were no different from ordinary birds and geese.

Over at the Magic Coin Guild, the mages crafted magic-guided battleships which, while not as absurdly efficient in slaughter as those of the Mechanical God Cult, could unleash equally powerful shaping magic spells through formidable magical characteristics amassed from gold.

Beams of light and flame with strong spell ripples descended from the sky, blasting countless Evil Dragon Descendants away.

Meanwhile, the players of the Royal Guild had acquired many steam tanks' driving rights. They rode these massive steel beasts, rampaging among the dragon horde, launching frenzied attacks, with the front of their tanks soaked in blood.

Today's players have become a force unrecognizable from the past, once chased everywhere by Goblins, now an influential new power on the Fianso Continent.

These millions of professionals, wherever placed, cause extremely terrifying impacts, having even the qualifications to change the dynamics of the Fianso Continent, even the entire Material Plane.

In this war, the influx of players plays a decisive role, within just a few dozen minutes, eliminating thirty percent of the Evil Dragon Descendants landing on the northern shore of Rock Rift Valley.

If not for the overwhelming numbers of Evil Dragon Descendants, almost endless, the army of the Dragon Worship Church might have been completely defeated in a short time.

"Damn Imperial people!"

Across Rock Rift Valley, Jude, witnessing all this with eyes full of anger, his hand gripping the scepter trembling slightly.

This archbishop of the Blue Dragon Sect raised his dragonhead scepter, spreading his arms, shouting with fervor:

"I praise your name with greedy tongue—Tiamat! Spoke of destruction! Supreme Queen lurking in the Nine Prisons!"

"May my ambition become your descending torrent, annihilate the dust of cowardice! Build your divine throne with treasures, pave your holy path with bones, let the mortal's cries turn to hymns, offered to the one Dragon Mother alone!"