Ashen Dragon

"Kill—"

"For the Empire!"

"For Holy Fadlan! Drive these damned monsters out of Seleucis!"

"Go back to Hell, filthy five-colored evil dragons!"

Accompanied by loud battle cries, the Allied Forces launched a fierce counterattack against the Dragon Worship Church army.

Imperial Soldiers affixed their bayonets and charged, while the paladins and warriors of Seleucis wielded their longswords and fought valiantly. The gold dragons, silver dragons, and brass dragons clashed with the five-colored evil dragons in the sky.

Artillery fire roared incessantly, and gunpowder smoke filled the air. The scent of blood was thick on the battlefield, scattered everywhere with the shattered limbs of humans, dragonborn, and evil dragon descendants.

In this high-stakes war, Rock Rift Valley had transformed into a life-devouring abyss, claiming lives by the minute, with corpses piling up in the valley and blood flowing like a slow river.

Across this vast battlefield, rolling hills were flattened, replaced by boundless scorched earth. Countless humans, half-dragons, elves, dwarves, and evil dragon descendants fought on this land.

Soon, the family members of the Metal Dragons arrived from all directions. Cloud giants, heavenly pegasi, and metallic sub-dragons, among other good beings wielding great strength, appeared on the battlefield, tangling with the evil dragon descendants.

"For the Dragon Lord—"

The Dragonsworn Holy Warriors summoned a Red Dragon phantom, which let out an angry roar after defeating the head of the Blue Dragon, and rushed toward the Dragon Worship Church's position—where Archbishop Jude was located.

Blazing dragonflame poured from its mouth like a surging tide, instantly engulfing hundreds of evil dragon descendants.

"Quick, block it! Damn it, it's just an illusionary avatar!" Jude's forehead veins bulged as he shouted angrily, his scepter emitting a ghostly light.

At his summons, several gigantic storm lizards with towering backs like small mountains growled deeply, standing in his way. They lowered their heads, and dazzling electric light flashed from their large horns, crackling as if lightning was about to burst forth.

"Bastards, your God won't save you. In face of His Majesty Cassius's great power, anything daring to stand in the Empire's path—will be crushed!"

Misha flapped her dragon wings, hovering behind them. With a mere flick of her finger, scorching rays pierced through the heads of several storm lizards.

"Your Emperor is just a Red Dragon, merely one of His Majesty Tiamat's countless offspring. As a Red Dragon Bloodline bearer, you've shamelessly betrayed your bloodline's origin—it's a crime worthy of death!"

Jude angrily rebuked with a vicious expression, waving his Dragonhead Scepter. Lightning coursed through its slit pupil, thunderclouds rolled, and a thick lightning bolt tore through the sky, striking at Misha's head.

"Boom!"

The lightning struck but passed through Misha's body, charring the ground beneath her, sending sand and rocks flying, the ground cracking—revealing it was merely a flame illusion.

The real Misha was now suspended above Jude's head, looking down coldly at the Blue Dragon Sect's Archbishop on the ground, her gaze indifferent, with dangerous fire flickering in her golden slit pupils.

She slowly raised her hand and declared coldly, "In the name of the Ashen Empire's Emperor—"

The sky seemed to be torn apart by invisible claws, revealing a flame vortex like a grotesque scar. A pillar of golden-red fire descended with a roar, like divine punishment, striking towards Jude on the ground.

"Boom!"

Jude looked up at the terrifying pillar of divine punishment, his face etched with horror and anger, clenching his teeth, "Damn Imperial People! You will pay for this!"

He suddenly raised the Dragonhead Scepter, the black light from its top pupil forming a semi-transparent sphere over his head, enveloping him—it was a Divine Power Shield from Tiamat.

With a deafening roar, the pillar of fire crashed down, its tumultuous flames washing over Jude's Divine Power Shield, where two mighty forces collided.

"Damn it... How can a mere human who has stolen the Dragon Bloodline possess such strength..."

Jude gritted his teeth, his whole body straining under the tension, the hand holding the scepter convulsing and trembling, black smoke wafting from his elongated pupil.

"Pitiful Dragon Worshipers—this is the Ashen Empire's Emperor's blessing, unrelated to your master imprisoned in Hell!" Misha laughed amidst her rage, clenching her fist as the descending pillar of fire grew even hotter.

Under continuous bombardment, fine cracks appeared on Jude's Divine Power Shield, emitting a crisp sound as it neared complete shatter.

"A life for a life!"

Edrian, holding a longsword, leaped high into the air, slashing down at Jude with a roar, as a golden light blade swiftly flew and heavily struck the Divine Power Shield's surface.

"Crack—"

The cracks expanded continuously, and the evil divine power-constructed shield approached its collapse, while Jude's face, soaked with sweat, was full of terror.

Misha sneered, "It seems your God is about to abandon you."

"No, impossible! I am the bishop of the Blue Dragon Sect, chosen by His Majesty Tiamat..."

Jude screamed in defiance, raging, yet unable to change the fact that his Divine Power Shield was on the verge of shattering—his life nearing its end.

But suddenly, a series of frenzied thunderclaps resounded from afar, clouds rapidly spreading at a visible rate, like a surging wave covering half the sky, as blinding lightning entwined within, like a rampant beast.