"It's time to go, Miss Six." Ye Ling heard someone calling her in the bustling crowd.

"I know." She agreed casually, then looked at the distant night sky and the blue comet slowly passing by.

Even though he was so far away, Ye Ling could still feel the surging and fiery magic power and the will to face death.

"Is this war? How terrifying." Ye Ling lightly jumped down the stairs and followed the team in front.

The originally dark sky was lit up with a flash of light, instantly illuminating the world into daylight, and then slowly dissipated. The dragon chariot that was originally flying westward was pierced by the comet of blue flames. Its structure was broken layer by layer, and countless fragments and flames flew and exploded. The surging blue flames spread, filled, expanded, and exploded inside the dragon chariot.

When the dazzling flames faded, the originally majestic and luxurious dragon chariot was already in tatters, with raging flames burning everywhere inside and outside, and it slowly fell from the sky.

The roar of the giant dragon and the dragging ropes could not stop the dragon chariot symbolizing the emperor from slowly falling. With the last loud bang, the dragon chariot landed on the west side of the palace, smashing several halls, and finally stopped after plowing up layers of bricks and soil on the ground.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Amidst the flames and ruins, several dragon riders descended from the sky, followed by the arrival of a group of personal soldiers, who searched through the blazing ruins, trying to find the young emperor.

"Ahem... Damn it."

Amidst the sound of coughing, a minister dressed in white with silver embroidery stood up from the collapsed beam of the dragon chariot, and then staggered out of the flames. After that, several more people crawled out of the dragon chariot. Some of them were covered with burns, and some were already mutilated. Although they were miserable, they finally survived.

The other ministers and personal guards who followed the emperor on the dragon chariot were not so lucky. Most of them died in the spreading blue flames, and less than one or two out of a hundred survived the impact.

"Son of Heaven, where is the Son of Heaven?"

Amidst the blazing ruins, a general in golden and red armor led his men anxiously in. He grabbed a minister who was still conscious and asked loudly, his face full of anxiety.

Seeing that the extremely weak minister was about to be shaken to death, he finally struggled to speak, "Ahem... I don't know, but the emperor might still be alive, in the dragon chariot."

With that, the minister was thrown aside, and the general ordered his soldiers to immediately rush into the sea of ​​fire to search for help and the emperor. Even after doing this, he still felt uneasy and ordered his men to immediately search for firefighting equipment. A few minutes later, a group of Red Scale Halberd Guards appeared, carrying metal instruments with dragon heads and fish tails.

As the fish tail lit up with patterns of magical power, the light spread to the dragon's head, and cold white mist and smoke gushed out, rushing towards the raging fire burning in the dragon chariot. The fire-fighting equipment deployed in Luojing finally came into play.

In the wet ruins, filled with black ash and mud, soldiers hurried to dig up the structure of the dragon chariot, looking for the emperor in the center. At the same time, the roar of the beast in the distance was getting closer and closer, making everyone present very anxious.

Now that Luojing is on the verge of falling, although the defenders in the city are still resisting, their fighting spirit has long been gone. The emperor's dragon chariot has fallen and his life or death is unknown. If the monarch they are loyal to dies, their resistance today will become meaningless.

Time passed minute by minute, and from time to time, the Northern Army's Frost Iron Dragon Riders flew down from the sky, but they were all stopped and repelled by the guarding Golden Sparrow Dragon Riders. Although their number was small, their strength was much higher than that of the ordinary Red Sparrow Dragon Riders. They were all royal relatives and extremely loyal.

"Found it, found His Majesty!" Finally, a cry of surprise was heard in the ruins, and then everyone's eyes suddenly focused there.

The extremely weak emperor was helped out of the ruins by the soldiers. He seemed to be still unconscious, and the dragon robe on his body was covered with traces of burning and damage.

"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive." The general was pleasantly surprised, then strode forward, supported the emperor, and then gave orders to everyone.

"Everyone, follow me to protect the emperor and leave Luojing."

"Yes, sir!" This time he was full of energy, and many people regained some hope.

If we were to say who in Luojing least wanted the emperor to die, it would be the general who commanded the Red Scaled Halberd Guards. He was from the emperor's mother's family and was also the elder brother of the emperor's mother. It could be said that the glory of the clan was all pinned on the new monarch. If the emperor died, not only would their clan be reduced to its original form, but they would also be besieged and liquidated by other jealous and grudgeful families.

Although all dynasties have said that it is not good for foreign relatives to interfere in politics, if it were not for the existence of these foreign relatives, how could the emperor with little experience sit firmly on the throne? Without the support of confidants and loyal people, even if the emperor has a reputation for righteousness, he can easily be sidelined and become a puppet, at the mercy of others.

After helping the nearly unconscious emperor onto the dragon's back, the group set out again. This time, they had to be extra secretive and not make a big fuss.

Although the dragon riders of the Northern Army discovered the whereabouts of this group of people in the sky, they were unable to immediately organize a large number of people to chase and kill them due to the chaos and corruption on the battlefield.

The soldiers on the ground could not fly and were blocked by the chaotic crowds and buildings in the city. There were not many Northern Army dragon riders who could still fly in the sky. After all, they were facing the Red Sparrow Dragon Riders whose numbers far exceeded theirs. Even though they had relied on the cavalry's javelins to raid some of them before the siege, there were still many of these Red Sparrow Dragon Riders, making it impossible for the Northern Army to completely control the sky. They could only watch helplessly as the group carrying the emperor gradually disappeared into the depths of the dark night sky while being restrained and entangled.

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"Ahem, damn it!"

After spitting out a mouthful of black blood, the young general, whose body was covered in scars and black ash and whose armor was tattered, slowly stood up in the firelight. He was already surrounded by a circle of elite soldiers of the Northern Army who were protecting him.

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