Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

In Istalia, on the towering stone pillars, in the white and magnificent altar, white smoke was lingering, and the red dragon was lazily lying on the marble throne.

Beside him stood the ogre master Rump, and in front of him were huge magic images showing the situation of various war zones in the Empire Wall.

Casius looked at the scene of the slaughter demon being surrounded and killed, and asked with interest: "How many such dragon scale monks are there in the empire?"

Rump replied: "Master, this project is still in the experimental stage. There are only 21 for the time being, and only those 12 can fight normally and stably."

"Kacha——"

While speaking, the ogre's fat body flickered and became a little illusory, and light particles appeared on the surface of its skin.

"Sorry, master, the main body may have encountered a battle, so this simulation is not very stable."

It turned out that this was Rump's simulation. The real ogre master had come to the front line, sitting on the battlefield, and confronting the caster of the abyss.

Cassius stared at the strange phenomenon caused by the death of the Slaughter Demon, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Slaughter Demon?"

The Slaughter Demon, the absolute predator in the abyss, has a challenge level of 16, which is comparable to some low-level legendary beings.

Although it is in the empire and is affected by the territory of the Cassius Empire, the chaotic power in its body is suppressed, but the strength of this demon should not be underestimated.

In the past, players would be killed by vampires and ruthlessly crushed by frost giants, and could only be used as a supplement in war.

Now, the most powerful players can kill monsters of this level through siege.

-Although this is the result of relying on the resources of the empire, it is undeniable that players have become an important force that cannot be ignored in the world.

After thinking for a moment, Cassius asked again: "How much does it cost to train a dragon scale monk?"

Rump's simulacrum replied: "Fifty thousand gold nars, master. The most expensive part is actually the dragon blood materials, but there is no shortage of these things in the empire.

The technology at the Ministry of Science and Technology is not mature enough. According to the researchers called "Genetics" of the Mechanicus, the cost is expected to be reduced to less than 10,000 gold nars."

Cassius nodded slightly and licked the flames on his lips with his tongue: "Very good, it seems that we will be able to mass-produce extraordinary strongmen soon, and all we need to pay is money."

The last thing the empire lacks is money. In the endless wars on the continent of Feanso, the Burning Empire made a lot of money by selling arms and dumping goods on both ends.

The empire's ability to accumulate wealth is unimaginable to other countries.

As for how much gold is in Cassius's treasury? That has gradually become a legendary story.

Some scholars estimate that this number has reached an astonishing level, even beyond the cognition of most mortals, and even speaking it out will make people feel unbelievable.

Rump smiled flatteringly, stepped forward and said: "This matter does not even need to use the Empire's, that is, your property.

It is naturally their supreme honor for those starfallers to be selected. We plan to collect 20,000 gold nars of sacrifice from these starfallers as their return for your gift."

Kasius immediately sighed and nodded again to express his agreement.

After more than ten years of practice, this ogre has learned the essence of exploiting and squeezing players, even more meticulously than the red dragon, and infiltrated into all aspects of domestic life.

For example, the "casting tax", "gun possession tax" and "dragon blood tax" that are quite characteristic of the Empire.

"Puff--"

Kasius twisted his head, snorted, and blew out hot white smoke, and turned his attention back to the magical images of the battlefield.

"The real master still hasn't come out. He's such a coward."

At this time, the war between the Empire and the Abyss Legion has reached a white-hot stage.

The artillery coverage of the Burning Empire is no longer able to stop the advance of the demon tide, and all kinds of brutal and powerful high-level demons emerge in an endless stream.

The Empire also used all means to defend strongly with the help of the defense line arranged in advance, and held the front line tightly, blocking the demon army south of the Empire Wall.

In the wasteland in the south, the earth was riddled with holes, filled with smoke, and there were demon corpses, broken shrapnel and bullets everywhere.

The purple-black pus and blood of the demons eroded the rocks and soil, forming hideous scars on the ground, as if cursing this land.

The endless screams of the demons, the roar of artillery fire, and the war cries of the imperial soldiers were intertwined on the long front line, corrected in the vast battlefield, and gathered into a cruel war concerto.

Hall Mountains.

This mountain range is not high. As long as you cross it, you can reach the northern plains and the core area of ​​the empire.

"Roar——"

Dragon beasts flapped their wings in groups, rushing like thick dark clouds, making hoarse and noisy roars.

Normally, this scene is not uncommon in the empire.

After all, the Burning Empire is known as the "Dragon Kingdom" and has thousands of wyverns in captivity. It is normal for dragon beasts, sub-dragons and other monsters to appear here.

But this time the dragon vein monsters are unusual - they come from the abyss.

Abyssal dragon beasts are similar to their wyvern ancestors, but their dark red scaly skin shows their purgatory bloodline.

They have powerful bat wings, snake-like winding necks and razor-sharp claws.

This is a horrible product of an ancient breeding program that seeks to combine the most filthy elements of demons, wyverns, and red dragons.

They roam the wilderness of the Abyss, hunting demons and visitors in the same way.

"Ah--"

The roar of the dragon beasts echoed in the Hall Mountains, shaking the creatures in the forest. Their roars were more chaotic and disordered than ordinary wyverns, filled with the oppression of the Abyss.

These Abyss dragon beasts flapped their wings and spit out black and red abyss fire wantonly, burning all the creatures on the earth.

On the back of the leading Abyss dragon beast, a red humanoid creature held a bloody long knife and let out a crazy war cry.

"Burn this place!"

"Sacrifice everything to the Abyss, let everything here return to chaos!"

The demon was dressed in black armor, with a forked long tongue sticking out of his mouth, and a pair of black long horns bent from his forehead to the back of his head.

The scarlet eyes looked into the distance, as if burning with blazing flames.

"I'm back."

"I'll make you pay!"

His name is Licht More, a former North Wind Eagle Guard. He escaped from the war of annihilation by chance, was chosen by the vengeful demon, and was reborn in the abyss.

For several years, he has experienced hardships in the bloody battlefield, but he has never erased his hatred. The scene of the destruction of the Principality of Rackman is engraved in his mind.

And hatred has also brought him more powerful power.

Today, Licht has become the leader of the Abyss Dragon Beast Legion, commanding dozens of elite demon cavalry and hundreds of Abyss Dragon Beasts.

And his mission is to cross the Hall Mountains, go deep into the empire, and rely on the advantage of mobility to disrupt the empire's solid defense line from the rear.

This is the usual method of the Abyss Legion. Licht once captured a fortress of hell demons in Avernus in this way.

Therefore, he believes that such a method will also work on the empire.

Licht raised the blood-stained long knife carved with skull bones and roared at everyone in the legion.

"Everyone, we have encountered countless cruel wars in bloody battles and killed countless demons!

And this time, our enemy is just a weak material world country. We will baptize them with fire and blood, so that these material world guys can feel the greatness of the abyss!

For the abyss!"

"Ah——"

At this moment, similar roars came from the distance, but this sound was more powerful.

The demons looked into the distance.

I saw two-legged flying dragons and flame dragons rising from the other side of the mountain. They flapped their wings and covered half of the sky like red clouds, confronting the Abyss Dragon Beast Legion from afar.

In the imperial legion, there were red-scale conquerors riding two-legged flying dragons, flame dragons with flames all over their bodies, and atavistic flying dragons comparable to real dragons.

Its momentum was no less than that of the Abyss Dragon Beast Legion on the south side of the mountain range.

Licht immediately recognized the dragon riders who had destroyed the North Wind Eagle Guard and caused him to flee. The humiliating past appeared in the demon's mind.

"Red Scale Conqueror."

He gritted his teeth, his eyes were blazing, and his forked long tongue drooped down, dripping with sticky saliva.

Then, his expression changed from anger to ecstasy, and his ugly red face had become distorted, with the corners of his mouth almost grinning to his ears.

"Great, great! Finally I can have revenge!"

"I will let them feel what I felt back then, my companions were killed and my country was destroyed."

Thinking of this, Licht's face showed an intoxicated expression, his dark cheeks in the helmet fell, and only the eyes filled with the fire of revenge could be seen: "Hahahaha! Charge!

Kill them! Let them experience the fear of the devils in hell for us during the bloody battle!"

"Face the abyss!"

"Eat all these ridiculous flies!"

"Roar--"

The demons cheered enthusiastically, waving their bloodstained long swords, sharp spears, and heavy hammers, and the abyss dragon heads also let out a trembling and piercing roar.

No wonder they are so confident. As the product of the most filthy components of demons, wyverns and red dragons, the abyss dragon beasts are extremely large, far exceeding the wyverns.

Almost every abyss dragon beast can reach a length of nearly 15 meters, and their leader is more than 20 meters long, even surpassing many real dragons.

Compared to these abyssal dragon beasts, the two-legged flying dragons in the imperial army, which are generally no more than ten meters long, do seem a bit petite.

North of the Hall Mountains

The empire's dragon blood marquis, the chief of the Red Scale Garrison, Alger, is riding on the back of a huge dragon vein giant eagle, looking coldly at the abyssal dragon beast army in the distance.

This former North Wind Eagle Guard has already completed his revenge. He witnessed the death of Duke Brad, the rise of the empire step by step, and the gradual improvement of the lives of the people in the north.

He also witnessed those wronged tieflings escape from suffering and live a fulfilling life.

Now, Alger has found a new goal.

He has become the guardian of the empire, and he vowed to use his remaining life to pay for the heinous crimes he had committed.

Alger raised the ever-burning sword high, releasing brilliant flames.

"Everyone--"

"You are the people of the great red dragon. These dirty reptiles from the abyss and the polluted blood descendants are simply vulnerable in front of you!

They want to burn our cities, slaughter our people, and destroy our country!

Can you - can you bear it? "

"cannot!"

The sound was deafening.

Alger nodded with satisfaction, and then roared: "Then charge with me! Burn these reptiles from the abyss to ashes!"

The Abyss Dragon Beast Legion was surging like dark clouds, tumbling, and roaring noisily. They gradually climbed upwards and attacked the empire's legion.

Facing this upcoming large-scale air battle, both the aborigines and the players feel excited and excited.

They looked down at the demon army in the distance, dived excitedly, and let out passionate war cries.

"For the Empire!"

"Long live the Ember Empire!"

"For His Majesty Cassius!"

Suddenly, hundreds of bipedal flying dragons and flame dragons stretched their wings on the top of the mountains and swooped down.

"Ouch——"

Like red torrents, like scarlet waterfalls, they poured down from the mountain tops, the air was torn by their wings, and hot, explosive hurricanes surged under their wings.

In this way, the upper part of the mountain was covered by the red torrent, while the lower part of the mountain was occupied by the dark and mottled abyss demonic tide.

The two sides are about to collide.

Licht looked up at the army of flying dragons and sub-dragons in the sky, and the corners of his mouth that were covered by the mask curled up into a sneer.

Too weak.

Compared with the dragon beasts transformed by the abyss blood pool, these sub-dragons are too weak - just like themselves.

The flying dragon army that was once invincible in his eyes now seems to be nothing more than that, just a group of weak mortal beings in the material world.

Licht thought like this, he clenched the blood-stained long knife decorated with skulls in his hand, and the scene of the wyvern's slender neck being easily cut off by him appeared in his mind.

However, in the red torrent, Alger raised his shining ever-burning sword high and ordered sternly:

"Everyone - Dragon Roar Charge!"

"roar--"

Suddenly, one hundred flying dragon knights, nearly five hundred bipedal flying dragons and flame dragons all let out dragon roars.

This was the Dragon's Roar Charge with the largest number of participants and the largest scale in the Empire's history.

Their bodies, flowing with hot dragon blood, were trembling. The blood of the same origin resonated, connected, and gathered with each other, and the majestic dragon power was like a tsunami.

"Just some ignorant mortals

This, this.

This is simply impossible! "

Licht looked up at the sky, his whole body shaking violently, and his teeth began to chatter.

In the sky, a hundreds-meter-long phantom of a red dragon appeared among the dragons. It was so majestic and noble that it almost enveloped the entire imperial army.

All the knights can recognize that it is their emperor, the controller of the Burning Ember Empire, the supreme ruler of Anzeta - Cassius!

"roar--"

The phantom formed by the condensed dragon power waved its wings, opened its huge mouth, and let out an extremely long and heavy roar.

Suddenly, under the pressure of the blood coming from the depths of their souls, all the abyssal dragon beasts let out painful wails, unable to even wave their wings, and staggered and fell from the mid-air.

Licht also felt the terrifying power of Via, and the phantom of the red dragon kept impacting his dirty, chaotic soul.

In this weird empire, the red dragon exists like a god, with a certain power of order, which makes these abyss demons feel extremely painful.

But he still persisted with his will to revenge.

Licht tried his best to maintain his balance, and kept cutting the Abyss Dragon Beast's neck with his knife, angrily cursing: "Damn it, that's just a giant dragon!

You are the children of the abyss! Wake up! You cowardly reptiles! "

However, Licht's struggles were of no avail, and the danger was already imminent.

"Shua——"

A burning sharp sword came from the sky, carrying the powerful momentum of the dive, and Cassius's supreme power, and cut off the demon's head neatly.

"No--"

Purple-black blood splashed, Licht's head flew into the air, and his mask also scattered.

But the ferocious red face still maintained a look of shock and confusion, as if he couldn't believe that he was killed by a mortal being from the main material plane. (End of chapter)