Ashen Dragon

"Goraz Dera is dead! The Blue Dragon Sect is no more! Goraz Dera is dead, the Blue Dragon Sect is no more!"

"Praise the Ashen Empire's Emperor!"

A burst of intense cheers erupted from the Allied Forces' position, spreading like a tidal wave across the vast battlefield.

Whether human, giant dragon, dragonborn, or those evil dragon descendants, they all looked up at the sky, gazing at the mighty Red Dragon with grievous wounds, bones and viscera exposed, eyes filled with awe, terror, or reverence.

Beneath the Red Dragon was a sky full of flying ashes, scattered wreckage everywhere, and a few scorched, shiny deep blue scales could still be seen among the yellow sand.

To many mortal beings, Goraz Dera, the Thunder Tyrant who ruled the desert, died like this, perished under the terrifying Dragon Breath of the Red Dragon Emperor, leaving no complete corpse behind.

Even the Five-Colored Dragon Queen's personal intervention failed to stop the Emperor from slaying the Ancient Blue Dragon.

What mighty power this is!

Could it be that this Red Dragon Emperor is truly invincible?

After Goraz Dera's death, the Dragon Worshipers fell into collapse, even that fearless group of Blue Dragon Descendants scattered like birds and beasts, erupting in a massive rout.

"This is impossible!"

"Lord Goraz Dera isn't dead yet! She is an Undying Quasi-god!" An Evil Dragon Sacrifice roared with a ferocious and terrifying visage, scales flaring, electric arcs winding around his body as he waved the Dragonhead Scepter madly.

Arcs of lightning burst from his scepter, striking indiscriminately at the creatures around, sparing not even other Dragon Worship Church followers, striking the dragonborn in deep blue robes to charred ashes.

But soon, a scorching golden-red flame descended from the sky, engulfing the Evil Dragon Sacrifice entirely, turning him into ashes. Misha hovered in the clouds, flapping her Dragon Wings, her icy voice echoing on the battlefield:

"His Majesty Cassius has decreed—slay these damned cultists and evil dragon descendants mercilessly! Leave no survivors!"

"Kill—"

"Chase them down, destroy them! Do not let these cultists escape!"

The Imperial soldiers plunged into a frenzy, pursuing the remnants of the Dragon Worship Church units without hesitation.

Almost every Imperial person knew that such an opportunity to strike at the fallen dog would vanish in an instant; a moment's laxity and the easy feats of arms would be seized by others.

And the players were even more frenzied, some even using a human cannon to launch themselves at the church's legion—to pursue the Dragon Worship Church, their task panels showing the [Battlefield Cleanup] mission with exceptionally rich rewards as soon as Misha finished speaking.

Thus, countless cannonballs rained on the inevitable path of the Dragon Worship Army, blasting many cultists and evil dragon descendants skyward. Bullets poured down like a storm gale, riddling the enemies' backs with holes.

Many players also leapt up, recklessly charging into the densest part of the Dragon Worship Church's formations, wielding chainsaw swords and power swords, performing the spectacular act of mowing down the grass.

And the soldiers of the Allied Forces—especially the local soldiers of Seleucis—became particularly ferocious, cheering, roaring their battle cries, relentless in their pursuit of the Dragon Worship Church army.

"For Seleucis!"

Ed roared, transforming into an angel with Sun Wings, raising his longsword high. A dazzling blade of light descended from heaven, slicing several evil dragon descendants cleanly in half.

"For... the fallen." Liam gazed deeply at the fleeing Dragon Worship Army, as if seeing the phantoms of the soldiers who had died on the battlefield.

He drew several sharp cold iron arrows from the bamboo tube on his back, deftly bent his bow, nocked an arrow, took aim, and shot the arrows like gusts of wind and rain, instantly piercing the chests of several Dragon Worshipers.

Soldiers could even be seen wielding long knives, recklessly jumping onto the back of a Storm Lizard, crying and laughing, "The Blue Dragon Sect is no more! The Blue Dragon Sect is no more!"

The long knife struck the Storm Lizard's hard scales repeatedly, sparks flying, the blade forming nicks, and the soldier was blasted away by the Storm Lizard's Lightning Breath, his body smoking.

Yet even at his deathbed, his face bore a fanatical, joyful smile, devoid of pain; only a few words squeezed from his throat: "Father... did you see... the Blue Dragon Sect... is no more..."

On this vast battlefield, such scenes occurred countless times.

Their homeland destroyed by evil dragons, their loved ones taken by cultists, everything lost in the cruel war waged by the Dragon Worship Church.

Now, the moment for revenge had arrived!

The soldiers of Seleucis were eager to peel the skin off these Dragon Worship soldiers, pull out their bones, tear their flesh—how could they let such a chance slip by?

Soon, the Dragon Worship Army was driven to the edge of Rock Rift Valley, tens of thousands of cultists and evil dragon descendants crowded there, like a flood being blocked, many losing their footing with the crumbling rocks, falling to their deaths.

"Awoo!"

"Bastards, move aside!"

"Let me through quickly, I'm a noble dragonborn! My bloodline purity is the highest!"

The soldiers of the Dragon Worship Church rushed onto the bridge, seeking to use the opportunity to cross the Rock Rift Valley and evade the pursuit of the Allied Forces.