Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Corinth City.

This is the largest city in the North Issel Plain, located at the junction of the Ivo River and the Messen River.

There is flat and fertile land here, and two wide rivers serve as natural barriers, which are enough to resist the invasion of foreign enemies. The geographical environment is extremely superior.

Hundreds of years ago, this was the capital of the Kingdom of Issel. After Aragon led the former Kingdom of Fadland to conquer North Issel, he also built a lot of buildings in Corinth City, making it a political, economic and military town in the north.

To this day, a bronze sculpture of Aragon I still stands in the center of Corinth City. The famous emperor pointed his sword to the north, with a sharp look, as if he was still carrying out the great cause of conquest.

In the distance, the sun slowly rose from the horizon, dyeing the sky golden, and the morning light sprinkled on the earth and also shone on the towering towers of Corinth.

"My Lord, according to the latest intelligence we have received, Berg City has also..."

"I know, go down."

"Yes, my Lord."

On the top of the tower, the angel god-descendant wearing armor and holding a long sword stared into the distance, his eyes were solemn and resolute, and a bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I didn't expect this day to come so soon.

Nineteen days, in just nineteen days, the entire North Ethel fell. It seems that I still underestimated their military strength."

"Don't worry, Duke Walter, their rampant is only temporary." The voice was sonorous and powerful, and the speaker was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties.

He was wearing a golden robe and had a neatly groomed beard. His deep light golden eyes revealed undisguised pride and integrity.

——This is the "Dawn Dragon" and "Dawn Wing" Titus who helped the dwarves resist the invasion of the orcs. He is also the reinforcement sent by the Golden Dragon Council and an important ally of Duke Walter.

Titus stroked his beard and continued, "Justice and justice will win the final victory, and those brutal beings will perish - this is the inevitable trend of historical development, and no one can change it."

Walter nodded. "Sir Titus, I admire your kindness and wisdom from the bottom of my heart." He raised his head and continued to stare at the smoke-filled horizon in the distance, his brows slightly furrowed.

"It's just that I'm still worried about that red dragon.

Amaunator, a hundred-meter-long red dragon, in the past hundred years, I have never seen any dragon with such an exaggerated body size." Thinking of the enemy he had never met, he couldn't help praying.

Walter turned his head, stared at Titus, and said softly, "As a fellow dragon, I believe you should know what this means."

"Duke, it's the Third Age now. After experiencing the tragic Dragonfall War, it's difficult for a hundred-meter-long dragon to appear in the material world."

"Do you mean that the Burning Emperor didn't really reach this size?" Walter asked first, then shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Whether the hundred-meter-long body is real or fake, the power he showed is not something that a declining descendant of God like me can match.

Even I, who was once under the shining of the sun god, was no match for the red dragon, not to mention that the Holy Fadlan Empire is no longer behind me."

As the most determined "Fadlanist", Walter pursued everything in the past of the empire like an ascetic monk, but he knew the current situation of the Fadlan Empire better than anyone else.

After the death of the old emperor, this huge empire was already in name only, with only a huge body and descendants fighting for power.

And Walter resolutely launched an uprising against the Thracian Kingdom because he could not stand the current situation of fighting among his own family.

Hearing this, Titus nodded and said solemnly: "Of course, but the red dragon is indeed powerful and brutal, but aren't Tiamat and Karix more powerful than him? And where are the gods of these evil dragons now?

Avernus, Screaming Tunnel, Shadowfall. They used to be as big as mountains, but they were still exiled to those places full of sin."

The middle-aged noble said word by word: "I firmly believe that the material world will always belong to justice and light. This has been the case in history and will be the case in the future."

He walked forward, overlooking the earth, stretched out his hand, and pointed at the wide river that was rolling.

"Just as the water of the Ivo River will eventually flow to the ocean and cannot be stopped, those cruel tyrants and vicious rulers will eventually be driven to the place where darkness breeds and will never be able to turn over!

What's more-"

Titus paused, his eyes flashed with confidence, and a tiny glimmer emerged from his body.

His voice became louder and louder, and finally turned into a thunderous roar: "You are not fighting alone!"

The middle-aged nobleman had disappeared, replaced by a golden dragon standing tall, instantly attracting the attention of countless people.

The huge body was like a moving hill, and the scales like molten gold flashed dazzling golden light in the morning light, engraved with mysterious and exquisite patterns, making the golden dragon look like wearing the most gorgeous armor.

The golden dragon's eyes were like burning suns, full of wisdom and power. His broad wings flapped gently, making a roaring sound, and the air was distorted by its vibration, producing a strong hurricane.

Titus turned into the ancient golden dragon, looking down at the still confused Duke of God, and said in a loud voice: "Whether it is the sky, the earth or the ocean, all the creatures in the material world who advocate justice and justice will stand behind you and resist the tyranny of the evil dragon!"

"Sir Titus"

Duke Walter looked up at the golden dragon in the sky, his expression was somewhat moved, then he lowered his head and turned his attention to his army.

In the dim light of dawn, the tall city walls stood tall, flags fluttered, and an unprecedented, large and powerful coalition gathered in the open space in front of the city walls.

On the ground, tens of thousands of soldiers from North Ethel were lined up in an orderly manner, wearing shiny steel armor, holding swords or shields flashing with cold light in their hands, with firm expressions and fanatical eyes, and the formation was as dense as an iron wall.

They were all elites drawn from all over North Ethel, and there were many extraordinary professionals among them. Many of them followed Walter through life and death, experienced hardships, and always believed that the Duke could lead them to rebuild the Holy Fadlan.

The mages stood in the back, wearing gorgeous robes, holding staffs in their hands, and surrounded by the rune brilliance generated by magic.

Some of them were thinking hard, while others were silently chanting spells. The air was filled with strong energy fluctuations, and from time to time, there were light spots flickering on their fingertips.

Among these mages, there were former members of the Fadlan Arcane Corps, reinforcements requested by Duke Walter from the City of All Laws, and righteous people from the Arcane Hermitage.

In the sky, nine angels held flaming swords, flapped their wings, and had sharp eyes, showing the dignity and power of the Fadlan descendants. Among them, there were three legendary strongmen.

Above the city of Collins, there were not only angels from Fadlan, but also real creatures from heaven.

Only the ethereal and melodious hymns echoed in the sky, and the vague figures appeared on the clouds with the ripples of space, and then gradually solidified.

The angels of the Silver Heaven Legion, including the Justice God, the Legion God, the Horn God, and the Chanting Angel, formed neat formations in the sky. Their wings were as white and flawless as clouds, and their feathers trembled, emitting a sacred and gentle glow.

Pegasus, cloud giants, celestial demons, celestial eagles and other kind-hearted creatures of the Heaven Mountain also appeared on the top of the clouds and became part of the Heaven Legion.

Then, accompanied by the brilliance of the stars, a tall silver figure appeared at the forefront of the Heaven Legion.

He held a long sword bursting with lightning, carried a shining silver horn, and wore a smooth violet robe decorated with star-like light dust.

The huge wings covered with white feathers made His shoulders more elegant, and the dark purple eyes looked down at the earth with compassion, shining brightly.

A majestic voice echoed across the land: "Walter, I am invited to come here to represent the will of Heaven Mountain and provide assistance to North Ethel!"

From the moment he appeared, a gentle and orderly light permeated the sky, making everyone present feel an unprecedented tranquility, as if the filth and sins in their hearts were washed away.

Everyone held their breath and looked up, only to see the eternal night, the twinkling stars and the silver moonlight behind the tall figure - that was the projection of Silver Heaven Lunia.

Walter also showed a happy expression, and his eyes were more confident. He knew what this meant.

-The honorable Lord of Silver Heaven Lunia, Barachiel, the Protector of the Messenger, has descended into the material world!

Walter quickly flapped his wings, flew high into the sky, saluted respectfully, and said excitedly: "Good day, His Highness Barachiel, the whole of North Ethel is waiting for your arrival."

Titus also flapped his wings and came above the clouds. Facing this noble Lord of the Silver Heaven, even the proud golden dragon had to bow his head and salute.

Barachiel nodded to them, then took off the bright silver horn on his waist and blew it.

Immediately afterwards, all the trumpeters in the Heavenly Legion blew the horns, and the harp angels sang hymns softly.

"Woo--"

The sound of the horn resounded through the sky, like a war song in heaven, bringing inspiring power. Everyone present could feel it-an unprecedented courage and fighting spirit filled their hearts.

A faint glow appeared on their bodies, like the light of stars, which made the warriors think actively and have clear minds, and even their bodies became lighter and stronger.

Unlike those war songs that inspire people and make soldiers fearless, the war songs of heaven can evoke the most beautiful illusions and greatest wishes in people's hearts, and urge them to do their best for this.

Walter closed his eyes, and in an instant, the majestic holy city and the towering Eternal Sun God Tower appeared in the distance, the sun shone on the earth, and the faces of the people of Fadlan were filled with joy and confidence.

He seemed to have returned to that glorious era and to the ascension ceremony that he would never forget.

After a long silence, the Duke of God slowly opened his eyes. At this moment, he saw a huge and astonishing coalition army.

Gods, humans, half-elves, angels, Pegasus, cloud giants, countless kind and righteous creatures gathered here. Their races were mixed, but their strength was not low at all. There were more than a dozen legendary strongmen.

Such an army, placed in any region of the Feianso continent, would be a force that should not be underestimated. Even the three kingdoms could not easily defeat them.

In the past few months, Walter has exhausted almost all of his connections, traveled through various planes, and even put aside his dignity to gather such a large coalition.

"I will win. I will lead the coalition to drive the red dragon out of Ethel and retake the homeland of the Fadlan Empire.

Walter clenched the sword in his hand and said word by word: "Everywhere the sun shines is the territory of the empire." Suddenly, the pair of pale golden eyes revealed unprecedented determination.

The Duke of God thought that he had done everything he could. He had no reason to lose, and he absolutely could not lose.

Thinking of this, Walter waved his wings and came to the front of the coalition. He raised the long sword burning with golden flames in his hand, attracting the attention of everyone present to him.

"Today, standing here, I feel not only the severity and challenge of the upcoming battle, but also a determination and strength that I have never had before.

Every inch of air on this land is filled with our vows, and every heart is beating for the same goal - we will protect our homeland, defend our beliefs, and not let this land succumb to the threat of the evil dragon! "

His voice became more and more passionate and powerful, like the sound of a drum beating in people's ears.

This is not just a war, but also our oath, our belief, and our determination to never surrender! Today, the evil dragon will see our swords, our shields, and the anger and brilliance burning in our eyes!

Justice and justice will surely win, and the arrogance of the evil dragon will surely be reduced to ashes in front of our powerful coalition forces!"

"Justice will prevail!"

The soldiers of the coalition waved their weapons, cheering and shouting loudly, the golden dragon raised its head and roared, and even the faces of the angels showed the intention of fighting.

However, Duke Walter did not know that the enemy he hated appeared in the coalition army at this moment, and was even cheering.

The voice gradually died down, and the coalition forces in Collins City began to prepare for war intensively. Walter and the two most powerful allies entered the secret room to discuss strategies to deal with the red dragon.

"Hu——"

The cold wind howled, the light of dawn illuminated the sky, the golden flag of Holy Fadlan fluttered on the city wall, and the air was heavy, as if the entire sky was holding its breath.

Everyone present knew that this war was inevitable. In just nineteen days, almost all of North Aether fell, and the city of Collins was their last position.

This was the last battle, and it was also a war that determined the fate of North Aether and even the entire Fianso continent. (End of this chapter)