In this changed world, this Sequence 8 dragon has become an almost unrivaled war beast, wantonly dominating the sky.

During the attack and defense of Apocalypse Fortress, it was also because of the existence of this giant dragon that the Sky-Battler Fierce Armored Dragon of the Young Moon Council was finally defeated by the Blood Wing Red Dragon Knights, and most of them were eventually defeated and seriously injured.

Is this going to happen again this time?

Ignoring the concerns of the commander in the rear for the moment, on the battlefield on the ground, the armies of the two sides were intertwined, shields and spears were constantly colliding, warriors with black and red feathers and warriors with platinum flags were fighting each other, blood was splattered everywhere, and unwilling roars and shouts were heard.

On this densely packed front, the armies of both sides collided like tides. There was no gap, no room to maneuver, no room for strategy, and the only thing was a fight to the death.

Each thrust of the spear was bound to pierce the enemy's body, and each thrust of the sword was bound to take a life. Hot blood mixed with dust and rolled into the mud. At this moment, individual lives seemed extremely fragile and insignificant, ruthlessly crushed by the wheels of war.

As the red dragons danced, the sky was gradually covered by dark red leaden clouds, and scorching flames poured down, turning the soldiers in the line below into burning black carbon.

Seeing the enemies coming from all directions like an endless black tide, the hearts of the Clansian soldiers sank step by step.

How many more enemies must be killed, how long must one persist, before this black and red nightmare ends?

A soldier pulled out the dagger from the enemy, and the sticky blood flowed down the hilt into the palm of his hand. The strong smell of blood gradually filled everything he sensed, making him suffocate and despair.

Although he had received rigorous training and had experience fighting on the battlefield, he gradually realized that he had reached his limit as he watched familiar figures fall one by one, the number of people around him dwindled, his arms became weaker and weaker, and his head became more and more dizzy.

But there was still no end to all this. After killing one enemy, another one rushed forward.

In stark contrast to the Frost Alliance, the Crimson Empire's army possessed a high will to fight. You could call it foolish fanaticism, ignorant madness, but it was undeniable that it did maintain a higher level of combat effectiveness.

They didn't consider themselves evil. In the empire's cultural tradition, conquering and defeating the enemy was a matter of honor and pride. Conquering the seven nations of Xuehua and fulfilling the empire's dream of unifying the continent was an incomparably great and sacred undertaking, something they could proudly tell their descendants even centuries later.

Expanding territory and becoming a marquis is the dream of countless men in the empire, and now this dream has been ignited by the emperor and is burning like a raging flame.

"War, blood, this crown of thorns will be worn by you yourselves! If you wish to prove your bloodline and glory, then advance, chop off the enemy's heads, seize the enemy's flags, and enjoy this feast of life to your heart's content!"

A noble in a crimson trench coat stood high on the hillside, brandishing his sword and roaring. Fully armored warriors advanced across the war-torn landscape.

The flag with white background and stars on the ground was gradually stained with blood, trampled, and covered with dust.