Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Ingrid's speech was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing the rebel forces lurking in Longshou City to wail.

The Imperial Propaganda Department still underestimated the influence of the Amaunata Church in people's hearts.

The people's attitude towards the Ember Empire gradually changed from hostility and resistance at the beginning to acceptance and submission. Although this was still reluctant, the situation was much better than when the Empire first entered.

The rebel forces that had regarded Ingrid, the Bishop of Amaunata, as their spiritual leader were now in disarray, and internal disputes continued one after another.

There are even many priests who were once pampered and could no longer endure this kind of life of hiding in Tibet. They chose to commit themselves to the empire and regarded the intelligence of their companions as a testimonial.

At the same time, the empire officials created wanted orders and issued missions based on the intelligence they obtained. Countless players also poured into various cities in North IJssel, becoming a nightmare in the eyes of the rebel organizations.

In the basement, silence filled the air, almost condensing.

After Ingrid's speech, the situation became more serious.

The Dawn Crusaders were in turmoil internally, and many people defected. In just a few days, half of the members of the Dawn Crusaders, who originally numbered hundreds of people and were spread out underground in Longshou City, were captured or defected.

Nowadays, it is difficult for them to even protect themselves, let alone overthrow the imperial rule and rebuild the Amaunata Church. That is simply a luxury.

Yan put his chin on his hands, his eyes were tired and his voice was heavy: "Everyone, tell me what you think."

"How could Lady Ingrid surrender to that evil dragon! She must have been cast under an evil spell!" someone shouted.

"It's all over, and Phil was caught too."

"Just two days ago, Devonte also defected. Damn it, they were all bewitched by that evil dragon!"

Finally, Ion interrupted their argument and said: "It is no longer safe here. If this continues, we will only be wiped out by the Ember Empire."

"What should we do?"

Arn sighed: "It's time for us to leave this land. I contacted the people of the Harper Alliance and they are willing to provide us with a place to stay in the south."

"Are we just going to abandon our hometown and become cowardly deserters?" someone asked in confusion.

Although he could hear the unconcealed sarcasm in the other person's tone, Ion was still not angry.

He looked up at the sacred emblem of the sun on the ceiling and said softly: "Blind bravery will only evolve into stupidity. We, the Holy Army of the Dawn, can no longer lose our vitality.

As for overthrowing the Ember Empire and returning Corinth City to the glory of Amauna Tower, we can only think about it in the long term. It is said that Lord Titus, the Wings of Dawn, plans to recruit righteous people who are willing to resist the tyranny of the Ember Empire. With a big coalition, we might be able to."

At this moment, Yan noticed that the ceiling seemed to be shaking slightly, and torn dust was falling. He suddenly felt bad and his expression suddenly changed.

"What's that?"

"Could it be that the Empire is coming?" People were frightened and exclaimed repeatedly.

Ion quickly took out the priest's scepter in his robe, prepared to activate the group teleportation spell, and shouted: "Enemy attack! Get out of the way, I will take you out of here!"

"FBI open the door!"

"Open the door and check the water meter!"

Sure enough, arrogant shouts came from people's heads, as well as the harsh beeping of time bombs.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, gravel flew and dust filled the house. The ceiling with the Holy Emblem on it exploded directly, and more than a dozen players skillfully broke through the wall and landed in the rather spacious basement.

"Everyone, squat down! Justice will be enforced!"

"You're under arrest!"

The players took out their new firearms and fired a burst of fire at the members of the Holy Army of the Dawn. Not only were bullets sprayed out of the guns, but also a large net was opened to trap the enemies.

"The rewards for catching people alive are even greater!"

"Use the net gun!"

The members of the Crusaders of the Dawn resisted with swords, guns, bows and arrows, and divine magic, but under the skillful operation of the players, their counterattack seemed insignificant.

"Woof woof! Often!"

Players release mechanical dogs that bark wildly in the basement. When they see enemies, they pounce on them and bite them. The electricity released from their teeth is enough to stun people.

"For the sun!"

Several paladins in the Holy Army of the Dawn roared. They raised their giant swords and gathered together, their whole bodies emitting dazzling light.

However, the next moment, the players' dispel magic and anti-magic rays hit the paladins one after another, making their armor dim.

"Suffer death!"

The dragon-veined bald monk shouted sharply, rushed directly into the formation of the paladin, and pumped the resonance energy into their bodies with dense fists like raindrops.

The monk aroused the resonance energy, and the bodies of the holy warriors suddenly exploded, with pieces of armor, blood and minced meat flying everywhere. He was the famous monk player "Mighty Heavenly Dragon".

But now that he has reached the eleventh level, he is still an extraordinary level of power even on the Fiansuo continent, and it is easy to defeat these Dawn Crusaders.

"Starfaller."

Looking around, Yan's heart sank to the bottom. Now he could only cut off his tail to survive and take away as many people as possible.

However, the player was accompanied by a half-dragon, who was obviously a soldier of the Ember Empire, but his figure felt a little familiar to Yan.

Seeing Ion in the distance, the half-dragon pointed at him from a distance and reminded in a low voice: "He is Ion, the leader of the Holy Army of the Dawn. He is proficient in teleportation spells. Be careful not to let him escape."

"Want to escape?"

"Jiejiejie, can you run away? Someone, lock this old man up!"

A player wearing a Mechanicum uniform and glasses took out two metal balls and threw them directly.

The metal ball exploded, releasing more than a dozen iron ropes, emitting invisible fluctuations and anchoring the surrounding space.

The surrounding space seemed to be frozen by solid ice, making it impossible to use the magic of teleportation. Ion's scepter also dimmed, and he was suddenly frightened and angry.

"You, you"

Not only because the magic was interrupted, but also because he heard an extremely familiar voice. Although the voice became much rougher, Yan could still recognize the identity of the other party.

Arn turned his head and looked at the half-dragon with disbelief, and the fingers pointing at him were trembling: "Are you Feir?

This is impossible! You, you are obviously the person most hostile to the Empire among the Holy Army of Dawn. You have a blood feud with them. How could you become the dependent of the evil dragon! "

The half-dragon nodded and said: "Long time no see, Bishop Ion, but I have to arrest you now, please don't struggle to your death anymore." There was no emotion in his voice, as if he had been hollowed out. shell.

"Are there any bloody plots?"

"Watch a show and watch a show!"

The surrounding players looked like they were just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

Ion glared angrily at Feir, who had transformed into a half-dragon in the distance, and raised the scepter in his hand: "That damn evil dragon actually turned you into this kind of thing! I will grant you relief!"

Familiar of the evil dragon, the glory of Amaunata is eternal! You can never capture a follower of the Sun God! "

The scepter released an extremely dazzling light, and a beam of light shot out from it, blasting towards the half-dragon and the player in the distance.

"The boss is turned on, it seems like Yang Yan is exploding!"

"Open the shield, open the shield!"

Lonely Ruxue held a huge silver shield and stood in front of everyone, easily resisting the magical spell released by Yan.

He even had time to spare to take out a cigarette and hold it in his mouth - such was the unpretentious intensity of the paladin.

"Drink!" Hearing a roar, the bald monk, who was nearly five meters tall and looked like a monster, jumped up and came to Ion's side at a terrifying speed.

Ion quickly raised his scepter to resist: "Damn Evil Dragon Familiar——"

However, compared to the bald monk, his speed is too slow.

"boom!"

With one punch from Dawei Tianlong, Yann spurted out a mouth full of dripping blood, flew several meters away, and hit the wall behind him heavily.

David Tianlong looked at Arn in the distance, scratched his bald head, and said a little embarrassedly: "Oh, my attack was a bit heavy, and I may not be able to catch anyone alive."

Arn was lying on the ground, dying. His scepter had just fallen, all the bones in his body were shattered, and his internal organs were also shattered.

He looked around with difficulty. None of the members of the Dawn Crusaders in the basement had escaped. They were either blood-spattered on the spot or captured by these Imperials.

Fehr walked quickly from a distance, stood in front of Ion, and said softly: "I'm sorry, Bishop Ion, I have no other choice."

Arn laughed miserably, raised his head with all his strength, and stared at Feier who had become strange, even terrifying.

"Aren't you ashamed to be like this? Are you worthy of Nico who died? Are you worthy of those soldiers who sacrificed their lives for their beliefs?"

At the end of the sentence, Yann's tone became more and more excited, and red blood kept pouring out of his mouth. In the end, he fell to the ground on the spot, his life or death uncertain.

"I did nothing wrong

This, this is all for Lady Ingrid, this is all so that I can continue to follow her." Feier stood there and murmured to himself.

South of the Glorious Mountains, in August, the "City of the Rising Sun", the king's angry and angry curses came from the magnificent palace.

"Damn waste! Traitor!

This huge North IJssel was sent away by that good-for-nothing Walter in just one month! "Wilham was sitting on the golden throne, his face extremely ferocious, and he casually smashed the crystal vase to pieces.

Now, with the disappearance of his strength, the cracks on Wilham's face are almost impossible to cover up, and he can only cover them up with thick gold powder.

Seeing that His Majesty fell into a rage again and smashed things everywhere, all the officials in the palace fell silent and did not dare to say anything.

Feathers that were no longer white were flying in the air, and the ground was covered with porcelain shards.

After a long time, someone trembled and said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, that evil dragon does not dare to be our enemy. You are the real emperor of Fadlan."

"Don't you dare?"

Wilham sneered: "He has already hit us at the door, why don't you dare? Do you think I am a fool?"

"Your Majesty, I, that's not what I meant." The minister quickly knelt on the ground and defended in a panic.

"That damn evil dragon dares to kill even the Lord of Heaven!"

At this point, Wilham became even more angry and walked up to the minister and kicked him hard.

Although he had lost a lot of his former divine power, the power of this angel god was still far beyond that of a mortal. The unlucky minister was kicked away on the spot and hit a pillar carved with exquisite patterns. He vomited blood and his life or death was unknown.

Seeing this scene, the ministers just lowered their heads and dared not say another word. The air in the palace became heavier and filled with a pungent smell of blood.

In recent months, such things have become commonplace. His Majesty Wilham has become more and more moody, far from the holy and glorious Prince Fadlan.

Seeing their submissive appearance, Wilham became even more angry and roared: "Get out, get out!"

The ministers were relieved and hurriedly left the palace carefully, and the unfortunate minister was dragged away by the guards, and even the blood stains left behind were immediately wiped off.

In the empty palace, Wilham sat on the golden throne, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of haze, and in front of him appeared the scene of the red dragon fighting with Barachiel.

"Casius

I didn't expect this damn red dragon to have grown to this point. I am now."

He lowered his head, looked at his arms full of cracks, and muttered to himself: "I am afraid I can't defeat it by myself."

After a long silence, Wilham stood up from the throne, walked to the depths of the palace, and finally walked into the most secret room, staring at the bloody and hideous formation on the wall.

He whispered: "As long as you can help me deal with the red dragon, I will agree to your previous conditions-although it is a bit too greedy."

Suddenly, a mysterious female voice came from the formation.

"Your Majesty Wilham, is it too late to regret now? That red dragon can defeat Barachiel.

Tsk, even I am not sure to defeat it in the material world, not to mention that I recently discovered that he and Bayer have some unclear relationship"

The flames of hell gushed out, condensing into a woman's face full of madness and evil, revealing undisguised sarcasm.

Wilham was silent for a long time before he raised his head and asked, "How can I help you defeat the red dragon in the material world? Or what do you want?"

"Hahaha! I didn't expect that the once majestic Prince Fadlan would beg me in this way. It's really interesting."

The flames from hell danced in the air, the flames raged, and a hideous smile appeared on that face. "What do I want?

That depends on what you have now, dear Majesty Wilham."

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Under the light of the fire, Wilham's cracked face was bright and dark. (End of this chapter)