Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Saavedra Plains, Walls of Empire.

The biting cold wind blew into the vents of the fortress, making a harsh whistling sound.

In the vast wasteland, there were no living creatures, and the sky was dark. Even the falcons flying over the land looked panicked, as if indicating that something big was about to happen.

In the bunker, officers and soldiers were busy, walking hurriedly in the passages and going to and from various areas, while the voice of Imperial Marshal Doro came from the loudspeaker, which was particularly clear.

"Soldiers, what lies before us is an extremely painful and severe test.

You ask: What is our goal? I can answer in one word: Victory - win at all costs!

Because without victory, there is no survival. Everyone must realize this: without victory, there would be no existence of the Burning Ember Empire, and there would be no everything that Burning Ember represents!

Twelve years ago, His Majesty Cassius personally founded the Ember Nest. In the years since, from the nest to the kingdom and now to the empire, we have never failed!

And the same is true today!

Twelve days ago, demons attacked the Trier mines.

Nine days ago, demons attacked Stormhill Ranch.

Three days ago, demons attacked the city of Mar.

Yesterday, demons attacked the train to Istalia.

These demonic bugs from the abyss are coming out to destroy the order of the Empire and destroy everything we have!

As warriors of the great red dragon and subjects of His Majesty Cassius, we must not tolerate such insults and allow the invasion of these demons!

Although the empire is large, we have no way to retreat! Behind us is Istalia! "

In a command post somewhere in the bunker, George looked through the baggage report, listened to the speech on the radio, and casually sighed: "Marshal Doro still likes to be in the limelight so much."

"Come in."

An officer knocked on the door, walked quickly from the door, and presented the latest news.

"Captain, the people above have sent a secret message. We may be the first to receive the demonic attack."

"Well, I understand.

Let them be mentally prepared, stay vigilant at all times, and don't think of war as too easy.

Remember, this is not a war based on merit, and the devils are not those weaklings in the North. "

George put down the paper report in his hand and said in a deep voice.

He stood up from his seat, looked at the map posted on the wall, stared at the dense markings, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly:

"However, it is still unknown whether they can rush into position today."

George turned his head and looked out the ventilation window at the vast wilderness.

The epaulettes, which symbolized the rank of "Colonel" and were sewn with a golden wyvern, shone brightly under the lights in the bunker.

Walls of empire.

This massive defense line stretches for hundreds of miles and is made of reinforced concrete and is extremely strong.

It mainly includes the Hosi fortification area, the Ter fortification area and the lower valley area.

The engineering construction is strongest in the two fortification areas of Horsey and Ter. In the lower valley, the Inaki and Oul Rivers serve as natural barriers.

There are various cannons, trenches, fortresses, kitchens, hospitals and factories inside the defense line, which are extremely well-equipped. There are also steam locomotive passages in the larger fortifications.

There are 276 regiment-level command posts along the entire defense line. There are communication devices between each command post. A total of 550,000 people are waiting on this defense line.

This is an unprecedented scale of war in the land of Anzeta. For thousands of years, the Scanians have never experienced a war of this level.

The war potential that the empire had accumulated over the years was unleashed at this moment. Emergency mobilizations were being made everywhere, and steam locomotives loaded with soldiers and baggage rushed to the south.

If you include the support personnel, the number of people involved in this war could reach millions.

And if you include those "indirect participants", then it can be said that the entire empire has been involved in this massive Patriotic War, and this terrifying war machine has been fully operational.

However, the enemies of the empire are not inferior either. They are the demonic legions from the abyss, which have destroyed countless mortal countries and slaughtered countless mortals over the long years.

The Abyss Legion is a real killing machine. They enjoy rivers of blood, love pain and torture, and exist to spread evil, fear and chaos.

The collision between empire and abyss is about to begin.

"Captain, there's another news."

"explain."

"Last night at 9:45 p.m., the frontline stronghold in Leo Village lost communication, at 10:21 p.m., the Ande Village stronghold lost communication, and at 11:45 p.m., the Akkad Village stronghold lost communication.

So far, almost all the Starfallen strongholds have fallen, and most of the Starfallers have been resurrected in the magic circle, causing a certain crowding and stampede. "

George frowned: "So fast?"

Although the strength of those fallen stars is not strong, there are still more than one million people! Its strongholds span thousands of villages.

Even if one million pigs were slaughtered, it would take three days to kill them all, but after just one night, all the positions of the Starfallers had fallen?

This can only show that the strength of the Abyss Legion is beyond his expectations.

George took out the fine-mounted pistol from his waist and wiped it gently with a handkerchief: "How long will it take for them to reach the Wall of the Empire?"

The adjutant swallowed deeply and said in a heavy tone: "According to the news from the headquarters, it is probably.

Now. "

The lieutenant's nervous words echoed in the room.

Suddenly, George felt that the entire bunker was shaking slightly, and ripples appeared in the water glass placed on the table.

He stood up and looked out the window again, then took a breath of cold air, his eyes full of solemnity.

Even George, who is considered experienced in many battles and has been on the battlefield for many years, has never seen such a scene.

"Cassius on top"

In the distance, a raging torrent appeared, occupying almost the entire wasteland and dyeing the horizon into mottled colors.

But what surged in that torrent was not water, but demons.

The lowliest, cheap cowards crowded forward, making noisy, noisy screams.

Red, short and thin Babu demons were mixed in among them, running like ghosts, and their harsh laughter filled the surroundings.

"Boom! Boom!"

Towering figures strode across the cursed ground, each step making the earth tremble, and its breath making the surrounding smoke billow.

Its overly long arms are as thick as tree trunks, and it has a leering, demonic bison head with huge horns extending forward - that is the Giant Bull Demon.

The giant bull demon's head and shoulders were tied to a platform, and on it stood thin demons holding poisonous arrows and wands, making it like a moving fortress.

The strong mid-level demons such as the Mad War Demon and the Bagula Demon formed a legion. They let out war roars and rushed towards the distant bunker feverishly.

In the sky, the Quasai Demon, the Cas Demon, and the Flo Demon waved their wings, colliding and rubbing against each other, making hoarse screams.

The demons covered almost half of the sky, spreading like billowing dark clouds and casting confusing shadows on the ground.

The entire south was dark, and the sun there was blocked by the demonic tide, unable to cast its light onto the earth.

And this is just the beginning. In the snow-capped mountains in the distance, demons are still flowing to the north like a torrent, covering the mountains and plains, showing no signs of stopping.

There were probably hundreds of thousands of demons just appearing in George's field of vision.

Moreover, in terms of individual strength, the thousands of Berserker Demons and Bagula Demon Battle Groups alone are beyond the comparison of ordinary Imperial soldiers.

This is definitely the most terrifying enemy the empire has ever encountered in its history.

And this also made many soldiers in the bunker doubt themselves for the first time - can they really defeat these demons? Can the Empire resist the demonic tide, or even launch a counterattack?

Looking at the surging demonic tide, George looked serious, but the scene of the red dragon spreading its wings and roaring loudly a few years ago appeared in his mind.

Before that, when he was still a serf, George had believed that the armies of the Northland nobles were invincible.

Thinking of this, George glanced at the restless adjutant beside him, continued to wipe his pistol, and said firmly and calmly: "The Empire will win.

Just like always. "(End of chapter)