Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Robert suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness, followed by uncontrollable anger.

How dare this red dragon despise himself like this!

He suddenly let go of his hand, and the several-meter-long crossbow arm shot out the arrow with great force.

"Whoosh——"

A shrill scream filled the air.

Robert looked at the arrow heading straight into the sky, held his breath involuntarily, and prayed to the gods he believed in for its hit.

Just when the giant arrow was about to touch his chest and pierce the hot, beating heart of the dragon, Cassius' huge dragon body turned into a blazing fire and merged into the fire tornado that twisted the world.

[Through fire and water]

At this moment, the red dragon is the true incarnation of flame!

The dragon-killing arrow that once killed "Glacier Wing" passed through the flames without any hindrance, and was finally nailed to the ground feebly.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Robert collapsed to the ground again, shaking his head and whispering as if going crazy.

He looked up at the empty sky with only endless fireworks. He was completely desperate and his eyes reflected the gorgeous firelight in the sky.

"No……"

As the fire tornado approached, raging tongues of flames hit his face.

Those terrifying flames rotated, condensed, and took shape at extremely fast speeds, and finally transformed into a huge dragon body—that was Cassius.

"Who gave you the courage—"

"Fight me with these pathetic playthings!"

Cassius used his sharp claws to crush the giant crossbows, and the flames surrounding them directly devoured Robert who was lying on the ground.

The youngest earl of the Principality of Luckman and the commander of the 30,000-strong coalition army, could not even utter a last word and was turned into ashes in the blazing flames.

"The final judgment is approaching!"

"You pathetic mortals are about to call it a day!"

Accompanied by billowing smoke and raging tongues of fire, Cassius rushed into the huge army formation of thousands of people as if he was in an uninhabited land.

The ferocious body of the red dragon appeared and disappeared in the firelight, directly crushing the fleeing soldiers. Its sharp claws were like the sharpest weapons in the world, destroying everything in front of it.

Even if someone tries to fight back, those weak arrows will not be able to pierce its hard golden-red scales, but will instead cause blazing white flames to fall.

"Help!"

"Don't come over!"

Facing this monster that was comparable to a natural disaster, the coalition soldiers completely lost the courage to resist.

However, the soldiers destroyed by Cassius himself were actually the luckiest group. At least they died gloriously while fighting the dragon.

And the rest are pure victims.

The nearly 100-meter-high fire tornado followed the red dragon. Recently, the soldiers were involved in it and were blown high into the sky. Then they were ignited by the heat wave and turned into burning fireballs.

As soon as the soldiers on the periphery ran to the front, overwhelming fireballs fell down.

More soldiers had no time to escape and were covered by fire falling from the sky. They were all on fire, screaming and running around. Some of them desperately dug holes into the ground, but were burned to death and died miserably. Some people were wearing heavy iron armor, but it was melted by the flames, allowing its remains to merge with the molten iron.

Fire blazed across the sky and earth, and smoke filled the fields.

The soldiers became headless flies, jumping up and down in the fireworks. Some were desperate, some were exhausted, some were lingering, and some were burned to coke.

The soldier who was farthest away was lucky enough not to come into contact with the flames. He tried to climb over the stone wall, but as soon as he charged, he was enveloped by the billowing smoke and was choked to death.

Shrouded in thick smoke, the gray-robed mage used his magic to escape hastily to a corner of the battlefield, raising his staff tremblingly.

"I have to leave."

"I'm sorry, Lord Count."

[Secondary teleportation]

There was a ripple in space in front of him, and Schroeder's figure gradually became illusory.

Cassius was keenly aware of the fluctuations in the magic net and turned his head. However, when he saw that the gray-robed mage "Grey Eagle" was escaping, he deliberately allowed him to escape.

The red dragon hung high in the air, slowly waving its wings, overlooking the fiery prairie land that looked like hell.

In this place where tens of thousands of troops were originally stationed, it is now difficult to see living things.

What you can see is nothing but firelight and charred blackness.

Countless embers were flying in the air accompanied by strong winds.

This place has become a carnival of flames and a restricted area for the living.

Cassius meticulously fulfilled his pre-battle promise. He landed with a crash on the ground, and the sky was filled with ashes. Surrounded by countless embers, he raised his head and let out a long roar.

"Roar--"

Viscount Luton on the mountain looked at this apocalyptic scene and trembled all over. There were countless classic works of court poets and countless gorgeous epithets in his mind. However, at this moment, those words were not enough to describe the enormity of this scene. one part.

His lips trembled slightly, and finally he uttered a few words: "Purgatory natural disaster."

Luton thought of a line from religious scripture: "Sinners are thrown into purgatory, and the flames will consume them."

"Fire...the incarnation of flame, he is the incarnation of flame!"

"Gods above."

The captured nobles watched numbly as the tens of thousands of elite troops were reduced to ashes, trembling all over. Many of them collapsed to the ground in fear, and even became incontinent on the spot.

The dependents of the Burning Ember Nest, whether they were hobgoblins, ogres, or flying dragons, all stared at the huge dragon shadow surrounded by embers in the center of the sea of ​​fire.

A variety of emotions such as awe, panic, and longing appeared on their ferocious faces: "This is the power of the master, and this is the anger of the great red dragon."

"This is the purest embodiment of power."

"He will conquer the world or destroy it."

Rumple muttered to himself as he stared at this horrific, purgatory sight.

The red dragon waved its huge wings, escaped from the vast sea of ​​​​fire, and descended to the Burning Nest military camp halfway up the mountain.

As he slowly approached, both the families of the Burning Ember Nest and the captured nobles could not help but tremble under the powerful dragon's power and lowered their heads.

"What a nice fireworks."

"Right."

Cassius looked down at them, his golden pupils seemed to still be burning with the same fire.

…

"The coalition actually never had a chance to win. Everything was like a grand stage play arranged for itself."

"On that day, flames swept through the sky and the earth, and the Trier Valley was filled with ashes. It exercised the power of a natural disaster and declared its existence to the Anzeta Wilderness in the strongest possible way - war, to be more precise. Speaking of a massacre of 30,000 coalition troops, we usually call it the Trier Massacre.

"Since then, the seemingly indestructible United Kingdom of Northland, which has lasted for hundreds of years, has been crumbling, and this also heralds the coming of the era of dragon rule."

——The Duke of Luton in "Chronicles of Anzetta: The Massacre of Trier"

This plot is now over, book lovers can feel free to eat it