Under the Red Dragon

The cold wind was biting, and the sun that had just risen on the horizon seemed to be gradually obscured by the slowly moving dark clouds, gradually dimming. However, unlike the silent, formless, and immaterial dark clouds, the dark clouds spreading across the sky and gradually making noise were the boundless low-level demon army.

The fluttering sound of wings beating was particularly chaotic in the approaching black clouds, initially like the sound of a bat colony flying in a mountain cave at night.

As the dark clouds gradually approached, the momentum became more and more vast, beginning like the chaotic rolling tide, rising and falling from the lake and sea, accumulating the power of scouring, slowly from small to large, rolling in from the sky.

The rich and pervasive miasma of resentment and mist in the air were all swept away by the wind from the wings of these demons covering the sky and earth, revealing the demons on the ground, which were equally dense and numerous, like layers of tide surging forward.

The last remaining rays of the sun on the horizon were gradually devoured by the hideous faces of the demons.

No one can say for sure how many kinds of demons originated from the bottomless abyss and were born under the influence of the chaotic power of the bottomless abyss.

Neither the most powerful legendary mages, the gods who hold up the astral world, nor the powerful demon lords of the bottomless abyss can know even half of the types of demons that exist in the world.

Flying demons with goat heads and bat wings, land demons with bull heads and human bodies, humanoid demons, and demons with primitive forms of beasts and insects, spiders, and cephalopods.

These memories of the world's creatures about disgust and fear during the creation of races in the bottomless abyss are poured into these chaotic souls, making these demons feared and panicked by the creatures of the mortal world.

There are also some demons that have almost no complete racial characteristics, and their bodies are twisted and deformed. The ugly and twisted faces are like octopuses in the deep sea that have been flattened and can never recover, with spikes and tentacles growing arbitrarily on their bodies, without any regularity.

And some random parts of their bodies are almost made of metal and mechanical structures, with semi-organic armor plating growing under their flesh.

Perhaps it is because these demons can use the fear and evil in the hearts of mortals as their source of power that they can become the most terrible enemies of all things in the world.

Because the vast majority of low and middle-level demons are influenced by the will of chaos, spreading chaos and destruction in the multiverse, attempting to return all worlds to chaos.

On the city walls built like mountains with irregular rocks and throughout the entire city, the low horns had already sounded, spreading through every corner.

However, the civilians in the city did not hide. Every one of them, even the old, the young, women, and children, picked up the pitchforks and dung forks made of stone and wood that had been set aside at any time after iron was smelted into weapons for the warriors, walked out of their homes, gathered together, and assembled towards the designated area under the city walls.

Sacarro and the armed forces of the cult had already assembled, standing at the forefront of the line, organizing order.

Although the swords in the hands of these cult's armed forces are mostly broken and incomplete blades, these are the last reserves, because all the warriors who can fight have already been distributed on the city walls.

One by one, well-rested magic dragons were perched on the towering, spireless towers. Huge magic dragons with silver scales and green eyes, or black armor and jagged horns, or golden wings and red tails, opened their vertical pupils, stretched their huge membranes, and roared to the sky, their fierce might awe-inspiring.

The Targaryen, Orion, and Velaryon families, as the first families of dragonlords to submit to the Empire, were incorporated into the Empire's legions, becoming high-ranking officers in the Magic Dragon Legion, and had already led all the knights qualified to ride magic dragons to wait in the garrison area opened up by the legion.

When the commander of the Flying Dragon Corps, Countess Bartoly, stepped out of the camp gate, all the flying dragon knights had already silently assembled, and the fierce flying dragon leader Swift Shadow swooped down from the sky and landed beside this fierce female commander.

Bartoly's beautiful face had already been tempered in the flames of war like other warriors, and a shallow claw mark ran from her mouth to her ear, never disappearing.

But this does not detract from the demeanor of this female knight, giving her a special androgynous beauty.

Cang Lang,

Bartoly raised her head, her short hair fluttering and shining in the gradually rising sunlight. She raised the drawn longsword and held it upright between her eyebrows, shouting loudly: "In the name of the Empire, in the will of the Emperor, fight with all our strength!"

"Fight with all our strength!" The flying dragon knights held their long lances in their left hands and drew their longswords in their right hands, speaking in unison.

"Our swords, spears, and bows, heed the call of the Empire,"

"In the name of bronze and steel, ice and fire!" The magic dragon knights drew their longswords and shouted hoarsely.

Whoosh,

One by one, flying dragons with dazzling scales and tentacles soared into the sky with their companions who were born and died together, and began to circle in formation over the city.

The long lance in Bartoly's hand was not tied with a red tassel, but with a rolled flag, which looked like the royal flag of a giant dragon, dancing fiercely in the air.

Afterward, the magic dragon knights climbed onto their magic dragons under the tower and rose into the sky, following Countess Bartoly's dragon lance.

One by one, huge flying dragons and magic dragons gradually completed their formations under the orders of Bartoly and commanders at all levels, and the shadows began to cover the sky.

The elite spellcaster legions also walked out of the military camps under the city walls and stepped onto the city walls in a hurried and orderly manner under the command of the legion commanders.

At this time, these spellcasters also need to participate in the war at the front line. Therefore, these spellcasters are different from those fragile mages. The empire's spellcasters have begun to get used to holding a staff in one hand and a heavy hammer and sword in the other, both hands must be hard.

And many native world residents with the qualifications to learn magic were also absorbed and supplemented by the empire's spellcaster legions, and a large number of low-level spellcasters were cultivated in long-term battles, barely maintaining the defense of the entire front line.

The warriors on the city walls had already set up crossbows, drawn bows, and held swords in armor. The overwhelming demons could no longer make them fear, although they were still afraid of death.

The slave corps and the Unsullied warriors prayed for the Dragon's Blessing, hoping that their souls after death could also be like those of the Dragon Legion's warriors, and receive the peace bestowed by the dragons, hoping to set foot in the legendary sanctuary where brave souls should go.

The tall body of the dragonborn werewolf Saha stood on the mountain-like city wall, and one of his dragon-like horns had been broken, and the magic-powered heavy armor he wore was also damaged everywhere.

As the head of the imperial legions and the most powerful warrior, he needs to face more pressure than others.

His gaze swept over the incoming shadow demons, the wolf-snake demons that combined wolves and snakes, the deformed Moray Eel demons, the berserk Ape Demons, the putrid Ghoul demons, and the Giant Bull Demons that had some similarities with the minotaur traits.

These countless kinds of demon species, including the huge beast demons and the abyss dragon beasts, were not enough to put in his heart. His gaze passed through the dark clouds rolling in the sky and looked towards the Long Summer Land on the other side of the strait.

There, there was an unprecedentedly powerful aura, demonstrating its power to this civilization that dared to resist demons,

This powerful demonic aura stirred up the dark clouds and resentment, and the demonic energy of the demons faintly condensed into a huge phantom in the sky.

Even the dragonborn werewolf, who had reached the Holy Domain, felt a sense of weakness in the face of this strong, chaotic, and violent aura.

This was no longer an ordinary high-level demon, but a great demon above the legendary power. Even if it crossed the barrier of the plane and lost a lot of power, it still had the strength that he could not resist.

If the other party was not descending in his true form, then it would be an even more terrifying situation.

The dragonborn werewolf's eyes could see many high-level demons. Six-armed snake demons, Balor Flame Demons, and Mind Flayer Demons were all surrounding the incredibly tall demon, waiting for his orders.

And the passage of the plane was in the distant Shadow Lands of Ashai. The fact that this great demon could come here proved that the civilizations existing in the Ashai Lands, including the Dawn Dynasty, should have been completely destroyed by this great demon.

The gods worshiped there, the extraordinary creatures that grew in this world - the Night Lions, were also killed by this great demon. From this point of view, perhaps only the Golden Empire is the only remaining resistance force in the entire world.

"Perhaps, in this world, the Empire will fall today,"

The dragonborn werewolf thought so, but the overwhelming demons had already arrived. He instantly abandoned this useless worry, spread his huge wings, and let out his roar, "Wear strong armor, have hearts of steel, in this battle, we will not retreat!"

"We will not retreat!"

The roaring roar echoed on the entire section of the city wall that the dragonborn werewolf was responsible for.

Swoosh,

With a violent tremor, the giant crossbows and arrows were given the power to penetrate the strong bodies of those low-level demons by the taut strings. A rain of arrows shot down one demon after another, smashing them to the ground, where they were directly trampled to death by the demons rushing from the ground.

The huge crossbow bolts, with the astonishing kinetic energy to penetrate the bodies of huge magic dragons, strung together dense masses of demons.

The crossbows cleared a tiny gap in the demon tide, and then lost their power under the obstruction of the endless demon flesh, falling down with the broken bodies of several demons.

In this turbulent demon tide, the hideous smiling faces of demons occasionally appearing in the shadows of the sky were swept along, and the fact that these demons could mix in the power of shadows and hide so easily even in areas barren of magic proved that this was the talent of these demons.

Only the ugly bat wings and the glittering claws of these demons exposed their figures. These were shadow demons, hunters in the darkness, quietly mixing among the endless demons, wanting to break through the city wall's defenses and mix into the crowd.

"Mental Storm!"

The commanders of the legions' various defense lines shouted loudly, and strong mental energy began to stir up storms under the control of these warriors' wills, sweeping away.

One by one, the shadow demons, which could not be killed by material damage, howled and could no longer maintain the ability to merge with the shadows, their bat wings fluttering as they fell from the sky.

"Attention, everyone, covering area, spell - Shattering Sonic Wave," the spellcaster legions raised their staffs and shouted loudly.

In the areas where the Dragon Legion was not stationed, clearing these shadow demons could only rely on the power of the spellcasters, because mortal weapons could not harm these weak but tricky demons.

These spellcasters, who were specially recruited and trained as legion mages, did not need particularly powerful spells. In legion battles, coordination and order were the main priorities. Even the lowest-level spells had a huge effect under legion-level coordination.

One by one, low-level mages and entry-level mages used the amplification of their staffs to maximize the output of their magic power, interweaving and fixing it into spell models, vibrating in specific ways to achieve the expected magical effect.

A layer of shattering sonic waves covering the front of the sky vibrated the air indiscriminately, shaking down the shadow demons hidden in the shadows and the rest of the flying demons together, falling like rain.

"Everyone, prepare Sleep Spell!"

"All spellcasters - Fire Arrow!"

"Collective casting - Magic Missile!"

One after another, roars echoed throughout the sections of the city wall defense lines under the amplification of amplification spells. Each section of the defense line had its own judgment and issued orders based on the spells mastered by the spellcaster legions.

The mages gradually became tacit under long-term cooperation, and countless magics bloomed in the sky above the city walls. Although they were low-level magics, the effect they achieved was fruitful enough. One by one, the demons were knocked down from the sky by the mages like dumplings and then died at the hands of other demons.

While these mages recovered their magic power and temporarily allowed their mental power to rest for a moment, hundreds of magic dragons in the air, led by Bartoly, began to sweep across.

Hundreds of flying dragons vibrated the whiskers under their jaws and emitted vibrating sound waves under the leadership of the flying dragon leader Swift Shadow, clearing groups of flying demons.

One by one, the magic dragons were huge, and each magic dragon knight had their own air defense domain. Under the control of the knights, these magic dragons circled back and forth, spraying hot dragon fire that could melt stones, burning all the attacking demons and sending them crashing down from the air with wails.

"Dracarys!"

One after another, Valyrian knights roared, causing the chests of the magic dragons under their seats to light up, and surging dragon flames spread out across the sky above the city walls, creating an entire sea of fire that temporarily prevented the demons from attacking.

Occasionally, demons that broke through the sea of fire and approached would be directly stabbed to death by the magic dragon knights and flying dragon knights with long dragon spears, or they would cooperate with the claws of the magic dragons and flying dragons to directly kill the demons in the air.

The demons on the ground began to howl and climb up under the mountain-like city walls, braving the rain of arrows. The demons' claws could grab into the gaps in the rocks and insert into the hard rocks, and their strong power allowed the demons to easily jump tens of meters.

But the two Titan pythons, Grennick and Hanneknick, who were roaring and spitting, were individually guarding a section of the defense line. They opened their huge mouths, revealing long, hook-like fangs, and roamed the entire section of the city wall, letting out excited roars.

Several Dretch demons had just poked their heads over the city wall when Grennick swept them away with a mouthful of fangs, directly cutting up these bad-tasting demons like blades.

Hanneknick's huge snake tail was like a giant playing whack-a-mole, waiting for the demons to show their heads. Several spider demons saw the other demons being torn apart and wanted to jump up.

But Hanneknick's snake tail was like a giant's hammer, directly smashing the heads of the whimsical demons, and then his body coiled on the city base, his thick tail stretched to the wall, and he swept the demons on the front wall like a pendulum.

"Everyone, target the magic weapons!"

The caster legions raised their staffs, imbuing the weapons of the slave troops and the Unsullied warriors with magic, granting these warriors' mundane iron the ability to harm demons resistant or immune to non-magical weapons.

One by one, the Unsullied fearlessly and bravely roared as they lunged towards the emerging demons, blood beginning to splatter on the city walls. War, as always, had begun.

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