Chapter 466 He is Emperor, and God! (Major Climax Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
Spring of the 344th year of the Gregorian calendar.
March 1st, two days before the Flower Festival.
In the heart of the kingdom of Theo, far from the flames of war, this ancient festival unfolds quietly in the manner that has been passed down for many years.
In the early morning, while the mist still lingered over the hills and winding riverbanks, the women in the village were already up, taking down the dried petal fragments that they had carefully collected, dried, and preserved last autumn from the wooden shelves in the storage room.
The orange-yellow of marigolds, the azure of cornflowers, and the tenderness of pink roses are mixed with the crushed leaves of lavender and rosemary.
In a ceramic mortar, the flower petals are gently pounded into delicate and fragrant colored powder by a wooden pestle, and then carefully placed into a small linen bag.
The children couldn't wait to run outside.
They inspected the colorful ribbons and banners that had been tied in advance to tree branches, fences, and eaves—important decorations for the festival, rustling in the wind like messengers of spring.
In the capital city of Theo, Silvershine, preparations for the celebration were even grander.
The streets were swept clean, and seasonal flowers and candies were displayed in shop windows.
When people leave their homes and meet, they greet each other with "May spring bless you," then smile and gently pat each other's shoulders and hair with colored powder, or symbolically dab a little on each other's foreheads as a blessing.
Central Plaza.
Newly broken peach and plum blossom branches and silk imitation flower decorations adorn the pillars of spring, which stand ready to officially open the festival.
A procession of court officials held a brief blessing ceremony, while bards played lively lutes and sang songs about the revival of all things, the budding of love, and ancient heroic legends.
Amidst music and the fragrance of flowers, nobles, dressed in well-tailored and elegantly colored spring gowns, greeted each other; ladies, fanning themselves with delicate feather fans, conversed in hushed tones, admiring the latest embroidery patterns on each other's dresses.
Occasionally, someone would mention the fighting at the front in a low voice.
They were a little nervous at first, but smiles quickly returned to their faces, even becoming more pronounced.
According to the front-page headline of the Kingdom Daily, the Theo coalition has accumulated a huge advantage on the front lines, with frequent good news and victory just around the corner.
The tyranny of the Red Iron Dragon is crumbling; civilization will ultimately triumph over barbarism.
The eye-catching title adds a touch of confidence and strength to the holiday.
However, in some border towns that have not yet been directly affected by the war, the festive atmosphere is shrouded in gloom.
The quality of the colored powder has obviously declined, with more cheap and pungent mineral pigments added, and it is not ground finely enough.
The smiles on people's faces seemed somewhat forced, and when they exchanged blessings, a barely audible sigh was often mixed in with their words.
In front of many homes, besides a few scattered colorful banners, there are also black cloth strips hanging silently, indicating that someone in the family is serving in the military. Some of these strips are old and torn, fluttering weakly in the wind.
The taverns were no longer talking about poetry and love, but about increasingly strict rationing, the stalemate on the border, and how long the war would last and how many more lives it would take.
Above all this lies the war zone, which has been repeatedly fought over by both sides and has long been unrecognizable.
March 1st was just an ordinary day, like any other, filled with bloodshed, mud, and the scent of death.
The wind swept across the scorched plain, carrying not flower petals, but black ash mixed with the smell of gunpowder and coarse sand, which lashed at the rough, chapped faces of the soldiers in the trenches.
festival?
That seemed like something from another world.
In the heart of the Kingdom of Aura, in the Dragon Ridge Mountains, on the highest terrace of a magnificent palace.
The Red Iron Dragon Emperor was also aware of this spring festival, which had been passed down among the human races of Atlanta for a long time.
However, for dragons with long lifespans, these annual celebrations by humans are as short-lived as the lifespans of short-lived species, and not worth paying attention to.
Galos raised its head, its neck, covered in metallic scales, slowly turning, producing a subtle yet solid friction sound.
His eyes seemed to hold a galaxy of stars as he gazed at the heavens.
Against the backdrop of the boundless sky, it is no longer just shimmering light and tiny ripples.
Countless clearly visible tracks crisscross and overlap, forming an extremely complex and constantly changing three-dimensional giant network. But no matter how it changes, more and more tracks are pointing directly to the center of the giant network.
"That's about enough..."
The Red Iron Dragon Emperor spoke to himself, his voice deep and resonant, like an echo among the layered mountains.
An unnamed, brightly colored wildflower, accidentally swept up to the high platform by the mountain wind, drifted down onto the scales on his shoulder. In an instant, it was scorched into a small clump of ash by the intense heat emanating from the scales and vanished with the wind.
"Vera."
He called out softly, his tone flat.
"exist!"
A clear, melodious voice, tinged with a hint of joy, immediately responded.
The air rippled slightly, and the figure of the fairy dragon Vera emerged from mid-air beside the Red Iron Dragon Emperor. Her petite body stood ramrod straight, and the transparent wings on her back vibrated rapidly.
She was clearly observing the emperor in secret, in order to refine her magic.
Red Iron Dragon's gaze remained fixed on the net in the sky as he said, "I have a task for you."
The fairy dragon blinked, full of curiosity: "What is it?"
Red Iron Dragon tilted his head slightly, his pupils focusing on Vera, a slight smile curving his lips.
"You can think of it as... a large-scale prank, a game that requires excellent acting skills."
"As long as you play well and don't make any mistakes, you can go to my treasure vault and choose any 100 gems as your reward after the game is over."
"Yay! Vera loves playing games, playing pranks, and sparkly gems!"
The fairy dragon immediately cheered and excitedly did several somersaults in the air.
Immediately, the Red Iron Dragon Emperor spent about three minutes carefully explaining to Vera every step she needed to take, the details she needed to pay attention to, and the most important timing.
"Haha, don't worry! Imitation, illusions, and just the right amount of scaring—these are my specialties! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"
The fairy dragon flapped its little wings, its face full of eager excitement.
With a whoosh, she vanished into thin air, as if she had never existed.
Silence returned to the terrace, broken only by the howling mountain wind.
"Sorog".
Red Iron Dragon called out to his blood brothers.
"exist."
The response came immediately.
Brief, steady, like steel clashing, that is the Iron Dragon Sorog.
"All fronts are preparing according to the final plan, awaiting my orders. At that time, we will launch a full-scale counter-offensive."
The Red Iron Dragon Emperor's will was like molten lava, hot and unwavering: "Today, at any cost, let the entire border front burn, let the earth burn. I will make Theo's commander frequently use satellites within the first twenty-four hours of the war."
"Everything is ready."
A mental fluctuation came from Ironlock, a calm demeanor tinged with an irrepressible excitement.
"The legion has reached the front line, awaiting only the ignition of the flames!"
The next day or so passed quietly in the gentle spring breeze.
March 2nd, at dusk.
Ash Plains, the eastern section of the Unbreakable Wall defense line.
The weather was unusually gloomy, as if a violent spring rain was brewing on the horizon.
Thick, leaden-gray clouds hung low, almost within reach, dimming the evening light early, and filling the air with the earthy smell and damp chill.
Sudden.
*Sizzle!*
The thick clouds were violently torn apart by an incomparably brute force!
A massive, pure white figure, as large as a glacier, burst through the clouds. When its wings were fully spread, it stirred up not only a gale, but also a biting icy wind powerful enough to freeze the sky! Wherever it passed, the abundant moisture in the air instantly condensed into countless tiny, sharp ice crystals, refracting into millions of cold stars in the twilight.
Legendary Ancient Dragon, White Dragon Beskar!
The huge, charred wound on his left wing membrane had not yet fully healed, making it look particularly ferocious against the pure white dragon wings, but this did not shake his dragon might in the slightest.
"We insignificant human ants, witness the end of the snowstorm!"
He let out a deafening roar, his dragon language carrying freezing air as it rolled across the battlefield.
Without any probing, the ancient dragon suddenly swooped down, its target the most solid section of the defensive line.
Just as Theo's soldiers on the defensive line sounded the piercing alarm, Bescal's chest swelled violently like a bellows. A flash of icy blue light appeared in his chest and abdomen, then surged upwards like a glacial river flowing backwards, rushing into the depths of his wide-open dragon-like throat.
"Avoid! It's dragon's breath—spread out!!!"
On the defensive line, the experienced commander's hoarse warning had only been half-uttered.
boom----!!!
It wasn't an explosion, but rather the release and scouring of extreme cold!
Unlimited Dragon Breath! Frost Breath!
The frost, pure white with a destructive blue glow, crashed against the walls reinforced with boulders, steel, and multiple enchantments with unstoppable force, like a glacier cascading down from the heavens.
In an instant, an unimaginably low temperature descended.
The steel-cast turret surface exploded with countless spiderweb-like cracks, and the protective runes enchanted on it flickered, dimmed, and then completely collapsed and became ineffective; the flesh-and-blood Theo soldiers, whether running towards their battle positions or standing still, were swallowed by the freezing air before they even had time to feel the cold, frozen into ice sculptures, and then shattered into dust by the shockwave that followed.
A wide, frost-covered zone of death was brutally torn and plowed out of what was supposedly an impregnable defensive line.
Fortifications, lives, and weapons all perished in the cold.
But this is just the beginning.
Without stopping, Bescal displayed astonishing agility that belied its size, its massive body flapping its wings and drawing a sharp arc in the air. It then unleashed a second and a third breath of dragon's breath, aiming directly at the magic towers and heavy alchemical cannon positions behind the defensive line that had just begun to hum and charge, attempting to counterattack!
Whoosh—Bang! Boom!
The alchemical cannonballs, trailing fiery tails, covered the airspace around him, but as they approached, they were affected by an invisible yet incredibly tough field of extreme cold, scattering bursts of dazzling fire and fragments, but failing to cause any real damage.
He was a lone dragon, yet he was like an army, conquering cities and forging formations, invincible in every way!
The power of a legendary dragon is enough to make even the most resilient human warriors despair, even if it is just a white dragon.
"Legendary unit attack! Eastern defense line suffers devastating blow! Requesting top-level support! Repeat, White Dragon Bescal is destroying our fortifications, urgently needing our legendary units to intercept!"
The command and communication channels were filled with the anxious shouts of officers at all levels, almost distorted in tone.
Almost simultaneously with Bescal's surprise attack on the eastern defensive line.
In the western part of the Ash Plains, the earth began to tremble.
It wasn't the vibration of intense artillery fire, nor was it a natural earthquake; rather, it was the dull rumble caused by the simultaneous, orderly pounding of thousands of heavy footsteps on the earth, a sound that made even the heart resonate!
At the horizon, a dark, surging tide came in, boundless and endless, swallowing the last rays of the setting sun.
That was the entire mixed Aura army that had poured out of the Iron Wall Fortress!
Ogre heavy armor warriors formed neat squares, their steps causing the earth to groan, like moving steel walls; the swift lizardmen spread out on both flanks like venomous snakes, waiting for an opportunity to pounce; frost giants, their bodies wrapped in heavy chains and runes, carried heavy siege weapons on their shoulders; in the sky, wyverns, griffins, eagles, and other ferocious beasts loomed like dark clouds pressing down on the city.
And at the very front of all the attacking forces.
A burly, dark red figure advanced steadily, like a moving volcano.
Karu, the Gluttonous Demon, is the war commander of the Aura Legion!
His injuries had healed, his four arms were raised high, and the radiance of the oath of command of all armies faintly flowed on the emblem on his chest, subtly connecting with the aura of the legion behind him. His aura had completely reached the legendary level, even stronger than before.
"Theo's scum! Can you smell death?"
"This time, Grandpa Karu is going to smash you all, walls and all, into dust!"
Karu's roar, like thunder rolling across the plains, clearly reached the ears of the defenders on the front line.
He raised one arm high and swung it forward: "Warriors of Aura! His Majesty the Emperor is watching us! Crush them! For Aura! For the great Emperor Ignas!"
"roar----!!!"
A battle roar like an avalanche erupted from the Aura army, and the speed of their charge suddenly increased.
A torrent of steel, interwoven with black and dark red, crashed violently into the western defensive line with an aura of annihilation.
Theo's garrison was already on high alert.
After more than three years of brutal warfare, those who survived were all experienced veterans, and the commanders had long been accustomed to the brutal and oppressive offensive of the Aura army.
"Golem Legion, advance! Heavy Infantry Phalanx, hold your ground! Mage Corps, prepare for a barrage of spells! Alchemy Artillery Array—target the enemy vanguard and densely packed areas, unleash three rapid-fire rounds from the entire array!"
The commander's orders were quickly transmitted to all parts of the defensive line via a sound transmission array.
Boom boom boom boom—!!!
Behind the defensive line, more than two hundred heavy alchemical cannons roared simultaneously! Their muzzles spewed out dazzling flames several meters long.
Specially designed fragmentation bombs, incendiary bombs, and concussion bombs traced countless deadly parabolas in the air, raining down like steel and flames upon the charging Aura army.
In an instant, bursts of fireworks, a mixture of blood, flesh, shattered armor, and dirt, exploded violently.
The leading edge of the surging tide showed obvious indentation and chaos.
But the Aura Legion continued its advance despite the intense artillery fire! The ogres raised their heavy tower shields, almost as tall as themselves, their surfaces glowing with defensive runes that connected in a continuous pattern; the war lizardmen, with their low stature and agile movements, crept forward quickly behind shell craters and undulating terrain; while the flying units in the sky began evasive rolls and dives, disrupting the aiming of anti-aircraft fire.
Karu, who was at the forefront, was even more direct.
He made no attempt to evade, simply striding forward in a straight line, letting the alchemical shells explode around him.
The scorching air currents and sharp fragments rained down on him, scattering a series of dazzling sparks, but most of them only left some shallow white marks or charred black marks on the surface of his scales. Occasionally, a powerful weapon could cause a deeper wound, but it was still not a big deal.
He even laughed wildly and waved his four arms, smashing some shells that flew close enough to be touched into the air.
"Haha! Didn't you eat, Theo? Are you tickling Grandpa Karu's back?!"
Suddenly, an unusually violent explosion occurred beneath his feet.
Amidst intense magical fluctuations, the ground suddenly collapsed, and violent energy erupted from underground.
Even Karu's massive body swayed violently, and one of his legs sank into the crater created by the explosion.
"Damn magic mines..."
Karu glanced down at the pit, a fierce glint flashing in his giant eyes.
Instead of pulling his leg away, he suddenly squatted down, his four muscular arms plunging into the ground at the same time. Thick and violent dragon energy surged, crashing wildly underground like an earth dragon.
"rise!!!"
With a roar that shook the surrounding area, the ground in front of him was lifted up by an incomparably savage force! A layer of soil several meters thick, magical mines buried even deeper, and even a low wall built according to the terrain, all crashed down on a section of the western defensive line like a tsunami of earth and rocks lifted up by an invisible giant hand.
"Scatter! Scatter now—"
The commander's voice abruptly stopped.
The massive waves of earth and rocks engulfed the front lines, burying, crushing, and scattering many soldiers.
"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!!!"
Karu laughed wildly as he pulled his leg out of the pit. With a wave of his four arms, he sent several heavy golems that rushed up to try to block the gap flying and tore them to pieces like toys.
The entire legion erupted in a bloodthirsty cheer.
They surged forward like a flood, following their commander, drawing ever closer to Theo's defensive line.
With both the eastern and western sections of the Indestructible Wall under such fierce attack simultaneously, Theo's forces should logically have immediately deployed their legendary combat power to intercept and counter it.
However……
Almost at the same moment that Bescal tore through the clouds and Karu unleashed the earth's waves.
The border fortress stands majestically at dusk, a formidable stronghold.
The setting sun dyed the last cloud on the horizon a dark reddish-brown, blending it with the long-dried, hardened dark brown stains at the foot of the fortress walls, exuding a somber atmosphere of rust and death.
Sizzle!
Tear!
The thick, low-hanging clouds were suddenly torn apart!
A crimson figure nearly forty meters long streaked across the sky like a shooting star, hovering briefly before landing abruptly on the highest tower of the Iron Wall Fortress.
Then, the dragon raised its majestic head, its thick, long neck exuding power.
Then, he slowly spread out his dragon wings, which easily exceeded a hundred meters in wingspan, to both sides! The wing membranes looked as if they were soaked in blood in the afterglow of the setting sun, or like charcoal that was about to burn out.
The vast dragon might belonging to the Red Iron Dragon Emperor, like a tangible tsunami, spread wildly in all directions from him.
Inside and outside the fortress, all the Aura soldiers looked up at the same time.
They saw their emperor, the only sun on the desolate land, standing atop the fortress, wings outstretched, head held high, gazing southward toward the indestructible walls of the Kingdom of Theo.
"roar------!!!"
The Red Iron Dragon Emperor let out a roar that shattered the heavens!
The dragon's roar, accompanied by scorching heat waves, swept across the fortress. Banners fluttered in the wind, and the soldiers felt a burning pain under their armor, but it was not an attack, just the aftershock of their breath.
"It's His Majesty Ignas!"
"The Great Emperor! The Sole Ruler of the Wilderness and the Mountains!"
"Loyalty! Loyalty! Loyalty!!"
After a brief silence, frenzied shouts erupted like wildfire in every corner of the fortress.
The soldiers pounded their breastplates, raised their weapons high, their faces flushed with excitement, and their eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.
With the emperor himself at the front lines, standing atop the fortress, what could be more inspiring to morale?
The Red Iron Dragon Emperor flapped its wings and slowly rose off the ground, hovering low above the main tower.
His imposing figure, like a burning meteorite in the twilight, drew everyone's attention. His dragon might was vast, as if he were about to pounce on the indestructible wall at any moment.
"Gu Gu is really exhausted."
Unbeknownst to anyone, this 'emperor' was secretly suffering inwardly.
Maintaining this posture is no easy feat, but the 'emperor' remained outwardly cold and dignified, his indifferent gaze fixed on the indestructible wall.
The war was not limited to the main battlefield of Ash Plains.
Along the long border between the Kingdom of Aura and the Kingdom of Theo, ten strategic locations that had been repeatedly contested by both sides were engulfed in fierce fighting almost simultaneously.
Green Valley, an irrigation system and important farmland that the Kingdom of Theo has painstakingly developed over many years.
Lord Amethyst Dragon Lion personally led his most elite lion beast troops in a long-planned surprise attack.
The Dragon Lion Lord spewed out a fiery amethyst breath, easily melting the dam built of giant stones. The turbid river roared and swept away farmland and flooded roads, dividing and surrounding Theo's garrison on several isolated high grounds, making it difficult for them to support each other.
Norman Pass is a strategically important and easily defensible pass.
At this moment, the thick walls of the pass were trembling violently under the fearless onslaught of the serpentine beasts.
Theo's defenders, taking advantage of their terrain and the numerous magic towers covering the walls, launched a relentless attack and held firm, but the messages for help sent through the communication crystals were becoming increasingly urgent.
The dry, windy hills are relatively open and conducive to the air force's operations.
The air force under the command of the Golden-feathered Griffin Lord launched a massive saturation air attack, the largest of its kind since the start of the war.
The enormous, sharp-clawed griffins obscured the rising moonlight like a death cloud. They not only pounced on their enemies with their bare hands, but also unleashed swarms of alchemical incendiary bombs and magical blasts, turning the hilltop positions painstakingly constructed by Theo's army into a continuous sea of fire.
The steel spine, with its rugged terrain, is easy to defend and difficult to attack.
But at this moment, a golden figure darted through the crowd, and wherever it passed, Theo's defenders fell like straw.
The golden dragon Alberto was enveloped in the dual enhancements of the [Oath of Conquest] and the [Oath of the Crown], and his strength, speed, defense, and aura all reached unprecedented peaks.
He wasn't limited to dragon breath; his claws, tail, and even the impact of his body became deadly weapons, tearing gaps in the defensive line.
Palmer Heights, Shadow Forest, Rusty Valley, Dragon Tooth Pass… these four strategic locations also reported being subjected to an unprecedentedly fierce attack by the Aura army.
The intensity of the offensive, the sheer number of troops deployed, and the frequency of appearances by high-level experts were all unprecedented.
If one could look down on the entire border from the highest point in the sky, one would see the ten main battle lines like lit fuses, bursting into the most dazzling flames almost simultaneously, with smoke rising everywhere and shouts of battle shaking the heavens.
In the early evening of this March, the Kingdom of Aura launched a full-scale counterattack.
Meanwhile, in the command center of the Kingdom of Theo, in a secret command post.
Despite suffering heavy losses in the previous raid, Theo's command structure was quickly rebuilt under Rodrigo's iron fist. The new underground command post was more secretive, robust, and equipped with multiple devices, including underground defenses, to prevent the burrowing worms from repeating their tricks.
At this moment, the command center was in an uproar.
Inside the enormous main hall, dozens of holographic projection screens made of magical energy floated in the air, continuously displaying real-time battle footage transmitted from the ten key locations.
Each screen displays burning battlefields, crisscrossing magical and alchemical beams, figures locked in fierce combat, and constantly fluctuating casualty figures and equipment damage reports.
Urgent communications flooded in from all channels, almost overwhelming the communications officers.
They had to raise their voices and repeat the key information at breakneck speed.
"The eastern defensive line has been destroyed! White Dragon Bescal is advancing towards the second line of defense! Conventional forces cannot stop him! Repeat, legendary unit support is urgently needed!"
"The western defensive line has been breached by the Gluttonous Demon Karu! The breach is over eighty meters wide and is continuing to widen! The Third Army Corps has suffered heavy losses and requests urgent reinforcements and a legendary interceptor!"
"The main dike of Green Valley has melted down! The flood is spreading southeast! The Fourth Army Corps has been divided into three high grounds, and its supply lines have been cut off!"
"Multiple structural cracks have appeared in the eastern wall of Norman Pass! The Yamata no Suzaku is attacking with extreme ferocity! The energy reserves of the magic tower complex have dropped to a dangerous level. We request energy replenishment and engineering support!"
"The position at the edge of the Shadow Forest has been attacked by a group of Crimson Iron Cavalry! The battle is fierce!"
"More than half of the air defense positions in the dry, windswept hills have been destroyed! The Golden Griffin flock has launched a new round of dive bombing!"
"..."
General Rodrigo stood before the central arc-shaped command platform, his posture still as upright as a pine tree.
His left arm hung down somewhat unnaturally at his side.
Although his torn arm has regenerated thanks to the healing rain, the new arm still needs time to adapt and train in terms of strength and flexibility, and he cannot yet use it completely freely.
However, his eyes remained as sharp as a hawk's, quickly and methodically scanning the information on each screen in front of him, his brain processing a massive amount of intelligence at high speed.
"Report the full-range detection status of the Tianyan satellite."
His voice was steady, without much emotional fluctuation, which, in the midst of the chaos, brought a sense of calm.
"Yes! The Sky Eye's reconnaissance array is fully activated! Highest level scanning mode!"
"Aura's full-scale attack has been detected; all lord units have been confirmed to be present!"
The intelligence officer spoke rapidly, "High-energy reaction detected above Ironwall Fortress! Spectral analysis, energy signature, mass projection... 99.7% match! It's the Red Iron Dragon Emperor! He's circling above Ironwall Fortress! Watching us with predatory intent!"
The air in the command hall seemed to freeze for a moment.
Almost all the officers unconsciously held their breath or made their breathing heavy.
Red Iron Dragon Emperor!
Is this mighty dragon emperor finally... going to personally intervene in this head-on battle?
Rodrigo's gaze was fixed on the surveillance footage of the Iron Wall Fortress.
Although the distance was vast, through the high-precision imaging of the magic satellite, he could clearly see the dark red dragon shadow slowly circling above the fortress. Its dragon might even interfered with the surrounding air, forming a distorted halo on the screen.
What does he want to do?
Standing beside Rodrigo, the newly appointed adjutant, a young general with a resolute expression, couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "A direct assault on the impenetrable wall?"
“No.” Rodrigo shook his head.
"He's waiting, waiting for us to show a weakness, waiting for us to mobilize legends to support various places, and then... he will personally tear open our defenses and rush straight to the command center, or an even more important target."
He knows this tactic all too well.
To capture the thief, first capture the king; this is the highest form of decapitation strike.
Force the opponent to divide their forces with a full-scale offensive, and then use the absolute top-level powerhouse to directly attack the core.
Dragons, confident in their power, often prefer this type of tactic.
"What should we do? We need support everywhere, especially in the eastern and western sections. Only the legendary ones can currently hold off the Ancient White Dragon and the Gluttonous Demon. Even with the amplification of our military formations, our generals are still no match for them."
"A senior general said urgently."
Rodrigo was silent for two seconds.
Within those two seconds, a large number of emergency reports came in.
He finally spoke: "Execute according to the third pre-arranged plan, and notify all standby legends."
"General Barna will head to the western sector to intercept the Gluttonous Demon; Lady Roxanne, Lord Aviv, and Lord Spencer will head to the eastern sector to jointly deal with the legendary White Dragon; the remaining four legendary lords will remain in the central area, ready to respond to any surprise attacks from the Red Iron Dragon."
"Then on the other fronts... activate the Sky Eye for support."
"Deploy rapid reaction forces and Healing Rain to the most critical fronts, and provide tactical guidance and limited fire support to secondary fronts."
"But Commander, the strategic array of the Sky Eye is being used too frequently..."
“I know the cost,” Rodrigo interrupted his adjutant. “But not now. If the defenses are completely breached, the cost will be the failure of the entire war. Execute orders!”
"yes!"
The order was issued swiftly.
The magical satellite high in the sky began to operate, its orbit adjusted, energy gathered, and the rune array lit up one by one.
March 2nd, night, borders ravaged by war.
Ash Plains, eastern section of the defense line.
The white dragon Beskar had just used his thick, powerful tail to completely raze the remaining foundation of a magic tower to the ground, sending ice shards and rubble flying everywhere.
Suddenly, he felt three powerful auras descending from the sky.
He suddenly turned his massive head, his vertical pupils contracted, and looked up at the sky.
In the night sky where firelight and darkness intertwined, three figures radiating intense light or obscure fluctuations landed on a partially collapsed ruin opposite them, following the dissipation of the teleportation light.
On the left is a woman wearing a dark blue robe with gold flame patterns.
She looked no younger than her age, but her face was still exquisite. Her red hair flowed behind her head like burning flames. In her hand she held a dark red staff with an ancient design. A ball of flame, constantly rotating and compressing, with a blazing white core, floated above the staff. Its mere presence caused the surrounding air temperature to rise sharply.
【Flameheart】Roxanne, a legendary fire mage from the Kingdom of Theo.
On the right is a man who is over 2.3 meters tall, like a small giant.
He was covered in thick, gray-white plate armor, as heavy as a city wall, the surface of which was covered with scratches and dents from battle. In his left hand he held a tower shield that was almost as tall as himself, with holy runes engraved in the center of the shield, while in his right hand he held a one-handed warhammer.
[Steel Shield] Aviv, a legendary-ranked Watcher Paladin.
Standing slightly in front of the two was a slender figure, seemingly able to be blown away by the wind.
He was shrouded in a layer of constantly flowing shadow energy, obscuring his features. Only a pair of narrow, sharp eyes, radiating a chilling killing intent, occasionally peeked out from the shadows. His presence was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, as if he were drifting between the material plane and the shadow plane.
[Shadow Warrior] Spencer, a legendary shadow assassin, is best known for his deadly strikes and disruptive tactics.
"Evil dragon, your rampage has come to an end."
Roxanne spoke, her voice not loud, but burning like fire.
The flame at the tip of her staff spun a little faster.
The staff itself emanated extraordinary energy fluctuations, clearly indicating that it was a precious legendary-grade equipment.
Bescal's pupils swept over the three of them, his gaze lingering for a moment, especially on Roxanne and the staff in her hand.
He gently shook his left dragon wing, and a burning pain shot through the charred wound on the wing membrane that had not yet fully healed. It was from the last time they fought, when he was injured by some powerful legendary fire spell cast by this human female mage.
The white dragon parted its jaws, revealing its sharp, white teeth.
"Humanity, no matter how numerous you are, cannot change the fact that you are inherently weak."
"Perfect! Pay for the wounds of last time with your lives and your cries. Struggle with all your might in my frost and snow! Do not beg for mercy, do not utter a pitiful wail, and then, like true warriors, face your end!"
Upon hearing this, the three legendary humans exchanged a glance, their wariness intensifying.
In their last encounter, the three of them worked together to suppress the ancient white dragon, even leaving it with considerable injuries.
But at this moment, the other party is clearly still injured, yet he dares to speak so arrogantly and provoke us... Could it be that he has some kind of reliance that they don't know about?
Thinking of the Red Iron Dragon Emperor lurking menacingly above the Iron Wall Fortress, the three of them simultaneously became extremely vigilant, preparing to deal with any unforeseen circumstances.
Without further ado, Bescal flapped his wings, his massive body whipping up icy winds, and charged towards the location of the three legends.
His speed was completely disproportionate to his size.
Almost simultaneously, Aviv stepped forward, and the massive tower shield slammed heavily into the ground. The holy runes on the shield shone brightly, and a wall of light imbued with divine aura instantly unfolded. Spencer's figure silently merged into the shadows of the ruins and disappeared. Roxanne, on the other hand, raised her staff, and the blazing white ball of fire suddenly expanded, transforming into a scorching ring of fire that protected her and Aviv, before swirling back towards the oncoming white dragon.
Ice and fire, a legendary battle, erupted once again on the eastern defensive line.
Ash Plains, western defensive line, at the breach torn open by the Gluttonous Demon.
Karu was grabbing a heavy rock golem that was rushing up to try to block the gap, and with all his might, he tore it in two. Suddenly, he felt a sharp spear intent lock onto him.
He suddenly turned around, facing the inside of the gap.
Amidst the ruins and flames, [Iron Spear] Barna slowly emerged from the dissipating pillar of light.
He switched to a white long spear, its surface entwined with ice patterns, and the spearhead, crafted from high-grade pure ice, emanated a strong chill.
"It's you again."
Karu spat out a mouthful of saliva, his giant eyes blazing with boiling fighting spirit and savagery.
"It seems I failed to snap your neck completely last time, but no worries, I'll make up for it this time! You will die here, and I will grow stronger by stepping over your corpse!"
Barna’s face was obscured by a half-covered helmet, making his expression impossible to see.
He did not respond to the Gluttony Demon's provocation, but simply held the spear horizontally with the tip slightly lowered, pointing it at Karu's chest, assuming a starting stance.
"This time, I will end you here."
His voice came through the mask.
Without another word, the two vanished from their spot in the next instant.
boom--!!!
The violent power clashed with the sharp spear light, and the shockwave leveled everything around them!
The four-armed Glutton and the legendary warrior engaged in a second, even more intense battle.
Meanwhile, on multiple other fronts in the battle between the two Olympic champions, the Heavenly Eye began to demonstrate its power.
Green valleys, shadowy forests, and rusty valleys.
The golden rays fell precisely, and Theo's soldiers' wounds healed rapidly, their morale soared, and they immediately organized a counterattack.
Norman Pass, the spine of steel.
A blue beam of light descended, and elite warriors and new golems were directly deployed, stabilizing the collapsing defenses.
Dry Wind Hills, Palmer Heights, Dragon Tooth Pass.
The Sky Eye activated its orbital strike array to launch a fierce attack on the griffin flock, eagle flock, and blue dragon flock, relieving the pressure on its own air defenses.
For a time, on all fronts, Theo's garrison actually withstood the long-planned and exceptionally fierce all-out attack by the Kingdom of Aura, and in some places even launched a counterattack.
However, these are not without cost.
Each time it provides support, the Sky Eye must manifest itself from the dimensional rift, and each manifestation leaves a new trace in the material space.
All these traces were calmly observed by a pair of deep black vertical pupils.
March 2nd, midnight, Dragon Ridge Mountains.
The real Red Iron Dragon Emperor never left his palace from beginning to end.
Galus stood on the highest terrace, gazing up at the starry sky.
The night wind was biting, scraping against the hard, iron-like scales covering his body, making a soft, grating sound.
His gaze pierced through the atmosphere, through the clouds, through the false projections, and directly saw the increasingly clear network of trajectories.
Countless arcs of light intertwine in deep space, and each leap of the Tianyan satellite adds a new line to the network.
These lines are initially chaotic, but as the number of times increases, they gradually converge and converge, pointing to several possible nodes; eventually, the flashing nodes fade and disappear, leaving only the most real one.
"I've found you."
The red iron dragon's voice was deep and almost inaudible on the quiet terrace.
He slowly lowered his head, the muscles in his neck tensing as he did so. The crimson scales on his body opened and closed slightly, exhaling hot and dry air that condensed into wisps of white mist in the cold night sky.
The next moment, a deep magical light emanated from his body, enveloping his massive form.
Within the light, his form began to change drastically, shrinking and deforming, his bones reconstructing, his muscles being reshaped like liquid, and dense, dark red to black feathers growing from the gaps in his hard scales.
When the light faded, the terrifying dragon, tens of meters long, was no longer visible on the spacious terrace.
Galos, the Dark Red Falcon, gently flapped its new wings, adapting to its completely different body.
Without any leakage of dragon might or burst of energy, he then pushed off with his claws and silently leaped into the air, riding the natural updrafts formed between the mountains, slowly climbing higher into the night sky.
Below, on the distant horizon, the flames of war painted a large portion of the sky an ominous dark red, as if the earth were bleeding.
The faint roar of explosions, the shrill screams of spells, and the mixed noise of countless creatures fighting and shouting all faded and blurred rapidly as the altitude increased, eventually becoming a dull background noise.
And he, this raptor, is flying away from the noisy killing field and into the desolate depths of the sky in order to hunt.
One thousand meters, five thousand meters, ten thousand meters...
As altitude increases, the atmosphere rapidly thins, and the temperature drops sharply. The extreme cold is enough to freeze the blood of ordinary creatures in an instant, but for Garos, this body transformed from a dragon's body already possesses an inherent strength that far surpasses the limits of mortals.
The dragon's aura provides the energy needed for movement and even replaces breathing; the miniature scales still tightly covering the feathers perfectly lock in heat, enough to ignore the extreme cold of space travel.
He maintained a steady climbing posture, occasionally adjusting the angle of his wings.
20,000 meters, 30,000 meters, 50,000 meters...
The earth shrank dramatically beneath their feet, transforming into a miniature sand table model. The winding rivers resembled luminous threads, while the burning battlefield became scattered, dim spots of light, flickering and uncertain.
The continuous clouds spread out beneath his feet, forming an endless, gently undulating gray-white velvet carpet.
At the same time, the color of the sky gradually transitioned to the almost pitch-black deep space of space.
The stars grew brighter and denser, as if a veil had been removed, hanging coldly and clearly all around, within reach.
Here, the magic satellite's regular detection array remains effective.
However, it is currently focusing over 90% of its perception on the ground battlefield, monitoring the fierce battles in the ten key locations, and continuously providing support to various regions.
A falcon?
Against the backdrop of tens of thousands of meters in the air, it looks like dust.
The SkyEye's secondary early warning system detected the target and labeled it "Unidentified Flying Creature, Threat Level: Extremely Low." According to the preset protocol, such low-threat targets are not prioritized for handling unless their behavior is abnormal.
Galos did not exhibit any abnormalities.
80,000 meters, 100,000 meters...
Here, even for the massive planet Bernardo, we have reached the edge of its orbit.
The cosmic background radiation shines down without any obstruction, and the extreme cold and pressure of the vacuum environment constitute an extremely dangerous and deadly field for flesh and blood. Only creatures that have stepped into the legendary realm have the ability to traverse space to a limited extent with their physical bodies. Even so, they need to constantly weigh their energy consumption and state maintenance.
Garus hovered in the silent void, turning the falcon's head.
He calmly calculated the distance in his mind.
According to the performance data of the SkyEye satellite provided by the allies, the danger warning range of Theo Magic Satellite is approximately fifty kilometers.
Once inside this area, even if he maintains his shapeshifting and aura concealment, he is still very likely to be detected by highly sensitive magical detection arrays.
He did not rush to approach, but like the most patient hunter, he roamed outside the warning range, occasionally flapping his wings to adjust his position relative to the possible jump node of the satellite, waiting quietly.
He knew that the opportunity would come soon.
The fierce battle on the ground requires the Sky Eye to devote all its power.
Below, on the Ash Plains, lies the western defensive line.
The battle has reached a fever pitch.
The deafening roar and the continuous explosions of colliding energy tore the earth apart, leaving behind scorched ravines.
The Gluttonous Demon's massive body was enveloped in churning dark red energy flames. He laughed maniacally as his four incredibly thick arms slammed down in turn, each attack causing the earth to crack.
His opponent, the legendary human warrior Balna, is currently engaged in a fierce battle.
The area surrounding Barna was now covered with spiderweb-like cracks.
The frost spear in his hand, designed for fire-type enemies, continuously emitted a chilling aura, condensing large shards of ice along the Gluttony Demon's attack trajectory, slowing its advance. At the same time, the spear tip, like a poisonous dragon, repeatedly pierced through the gaps in the Gluttony Demon's defenses.
However, the results were limited.
The gluttonous demon before us is not fighting alone.
Behind him stood the disciplined, roaring main force of the Aura army.
The boiling fighting spirit and fanatical beliefs of countless Aura warriors, through the powerful legion magic "Oath of All Armies," converged into a surging torrent of energy, continuously pouring into the Gluttony Demon's body, forcibly pushing him to a stable legendary level, and even continuing to slowly increase.
Barna also received support from his own army.
However, the various military formation magics studied by the Romanian countries, regardless of whether they outwardly enhance defense, attack, or speed, share a common core essence.
The soldiers in formation need to truly embody the spirit of 'united as one's own will and purpose'.
The purer, firmer, and more unified the beliefs, the stronger the military formation.
In this respect, the warriors of the Kingdom of Aura... have performed exceptionally well.
They chanted slogans such as "For the Emperor!" "For the Glory of Aura!" "Return to Valhalla!" Facing death, they lacked the fear and hesitation of normal life, and charged forward with a heart-stopping fervor and dedication.
This highly unified and extremely fanatical collective will provided the perfect fuel for military formation magic.
On the other hand, while the warriors on Theo's side were brave and determined to defend their country, their fighting spirit was mixed with fear of death, concern for their families, and reluctance to bear the heavy casualties. These complex emotions diluted, to some extent, the pure and powerful collective will required for the magic of the military formation.
As a result, the amplification effect of Theo's army on Barna was significantly less than the buff that the Aura army provided to Gluttony.
Barna knew perfectly well what was going on, but there was nothing he could do.
boom!
Another unadorned, heavy punch, imbued with dark red, raging dragon energy, slammed into the barrel of Balna's blocking spear.
The protective barrier surrounding Barna finally gave way and collapsed completely with a crash.
The immense force traveled through the spear, and Barna groaned as his body was thrown backward like a kite with a broken string. The blood he spat out turned into a bloody mist in the cold air, even containing fragments of his internal organs.
His face was deathly pale, and his breath was visibly weakening.
"Human, I told you, you would die here, becoming a stepping stone for me on my path to greater power!"
Karu let out a deep, thunderous roar, his giant eyes locking onto the erratic Barna, and strode forward.
He ignored the wounds on his body, which were corroded by the cold and whose flesh was torn open; the desire to fight overwhelmed everything.
Now is the perfect opportunity to completely defeat or even kill this legendary Theo!
Almost at the same time, at the command post.
The surveillance footage of the western defensive line in front of Rodrigo shook violently, and the alarm for Barna's distress blared.
The commander's face was as taut as iron, and his eyes were sharp.
He could not stand idly by and watch a legend, especially a pillar of the military like Barna, fall from grace.
In a flash, he made a decision.
"Initiate a legendary-class orbital strike in the eastern section of the Ash Plains! Target: War Commander of the Kingdom of Aura!"
He issued the order.
The magical satellite high in the sky received the instruction.
The intricate creation hidden in the dimensional rift began to operate. To prepare a legendary-level energy strike, it had to completely break free of the dimensional rift and enter the prime material space in order to guide the energy.
Thus, at an orbital position approximately sixty kilometers from Galus.
Space rippled and twisted like water, then tore open a gash.
The massive, silvery-white creation slowly emerged from the dimensional rift, like a giant whale rising from the water. The culmination of the highest alchemical engineering in the Kingdom of Theo was fully manifesting itself.
It is about two hundred meters long and has an elegant prismatic shape. Its surface is covered with countless intricately etched magical runes, energy conduits, and alchemical matrices, reflecting a pure metallic luster under the light of distant stars.
At this moment, at its bottom, a complex, multi-repeated legal array is rapidly charging.
The blinding energy beams converged at a single point, aimed at the Ash Plains below, and at the advancing Gluttonous Demon Karu.
Theo's eyes finally opened completely.
And at the very moment it broke free from the dimensional rift and the energy array began to recharge.
The tiny falcon that had been wandering aimlessly nearby had a hint of hunter's smile flash across its deep black vertical pupils.
"Gotcha!"
The disguise vanished in an instant!
The dark red feathers transformed into raging flames, and the petite body expanded, stretched, and reconstructed wildly as if inflated!
Bones crack, muscles bulge, scales regenerate!
This is not just about restoring the Red Iron Dragon to its original form, but about directly entering its strongest battle stance while restoring it!
Exhilaration! Blood Explosion! Crimson Lotus! Rage!
Star My Head! Star My Arm! Star My Armor!
The terrifying dragon body, over sixty meters long, was fully revealed in the cold vacuum! Its entire body was ablaze with flames, like a miniature sun.
Compared to his usual self, Galos was now much larger, with muscles bulging like twisted steel cables, and his body was surrounded by a violent aura of blood and dark gold!
He has already unfolded his form with two heads and four arms.
His already astonishing wings now stretched for more than 300 meters, like two burning flags spread straight behind him, and his entire body formed a huge, oppressive blood cross in the vacuum!
boom--!
There was no sound propagation, but the spatial ripples caused by the pure energy burst were visible to the naked eye.
Solidified blood flames erupted violently at the base of the wings, and then the dragon wings flapped backward with a force that seemed to tear through space!
The vacuum offered no leverage, but the legendary dragon used its immense dragon energy to push space in the opposite direction, instantly transforming into a crimson comet!
The dragon trailed a fiery tail that stretched for several kilometers behind it, and its speed exceeded twenty kilometers per second, and it was still climbing wildly!
In the almost unobstructed space, the Red Iron Dragon's burst speed reached a level unimaginable on the Earth's surface, rushing straight toward the newly revealed silver-white satellite!
The first second.
Tianyan Intelligence detected the anomaly.
"High-energy reaction detected approaching rapidly! Energy level: Legendary! Matching target—Emperor Aura!"
"Warning: Target is rapidly approaching!"
In the ground command center, Rodrigo's pupils contracted sharply upon receiving the message, but his expression remained calm.
Send the satellite back into the space gap? No! Too slow! It takes time! Emperor Aura won't give that chance. After a lightning-fast decision, Rodrigo immediately issued the order.
"Abort orbital strike! Activate emergency defense protocol! Prepare to teleport friendly legends!"
The second second.
The satellite stopped guiding the attack, and the entire array of defensive runes on the surface lit up.
2.5 seconds,
More than three hundred layers of composite magic shield unfolded.
From the outermost physical deflection field to the middle energy absorption barrier, and then to the innermost spatial barrier, a near-perfect defense system is formed.
Almost at the same time.
The ominous star, engulfed in flames and golden lightning, has arrived within a hundred meters of the satellite.
His two heads were raised in fury, as if a volcano was brewing in his chest. A blinding light shone from his abdomen, rapidly passing through his chest and surging towards his two necks and his two wide-open dragon mouths and throats!
Limitless Destruction Dragon Breath!
There was no sound, but two enormous, intersecting torrents of destructive energy, like two giant flaming swords wielded by gods, slammed into the layers of shields!
The physical deflection force field was violently distorted and shattered!
The energy absorption barrier flickered wildly, rapidly overloaded, and annihilated!
The torrent of dragon breath surged forward with unstoppable force, piercing through layers of defenses and finally being stopped by the innermost triple spatial barrier.
At the same time, the massive body of the Red Iron Dragon had already slipped through the gap in the defenses cleared by the dragon's breath, and its true form was close to the surface of the spatial barrier.
His dragon wings sprayed energy in reverse, forcibly stopping his momentum, and all four dragon claws rose up at the same time! The complex silver patterns of destruction on the back of the claws flowed as if they had come alive, and the tips of the claws shimmered with a dark light that was enough to grasp the structure of space.
At the same time, at several pre-set teleportation points on the satellite defense platform, dazzling teleportation beams lit up one after another.
The figure quickly shifted from blurry to solid in the light.
There were four figures in total, each exuding a powerful legendary aura.
There are a total of four legends, including a powerful legend who is over level 25, appearing in various parts of the satellite.
At the same time, the Red Iron Dragon Emperor's claws were already reaching out towards the satellite.
"This strike will pierce through space and tear through space itself!"
He roared silently, compressing all his power into this one strike, using the Spellbreaker Glove as a medium to slam it hard against the surface of the spatial barrier!
Click!
Right claw strike!
This time, there was a sound.
The space barrier, which should have been indestructible, began to crack with countless dark fissures.
Click!
Left paw strike!
The cracks expanded rapidly in an instant, like lightning, like branches, spreading quickly across the spatial barrier.
"Stop him!"
The four legends' gazes instantly locked onto the red iron dragon clinging to the spatial barrier, their domain pressure crushing down without reservation, their legendary weapons gleaming, ready to unleash a thunderous strike.
Buzz!
A miniature palace appeared, from which two radiant figures stepped out.
Heroic Spirit Mien, Heroic Spirit Ciel.
Both are now legends!
Through three years of the Battle of the Two Auras, the Kingdom of Auras collected more than one high-grade spiritual crystal, pushing the level 20 hero Shar to the legendary realm.
However, it seems that two legendary heroes are no match for four legendary heroes.
Just then, a seemingly inconspicuous, ancient-looking ring on Hong Tielong's wrist suddenly emitted a dim light.
The Ring of Despair, activated!
Space began to distort violently without warning.
With a flash of light, the four Theo Legends who had just appeared, along with the two heroic spirits that appeared simultaneously beside Red Iron Dragon, a total of six figures, were instantly sucked into it and disappeared.
This is a noble spatial artifact.
The Red Iron Dragon Emperor didn't even glance at his vanished opponent; all his attention was focused on the barrier before him.
Taking advantage of the precious gap when the Ring of Despair trapped the enemy, he used his four claws, which were attached to the spatial barrier, to unleash a storm of violent afterimages!
Claw strike! Claw strike! Claw strike again!
Time passed amidst the frenzied attacks.
A few seconds later, the entire space barrier surrounding the satellite was covered with deep cracks that shimmered with an ominous black light, like a glass dome that could shatter completely at any moment.
Red Iron Dragon raised its right claw high for the last time, the cold light at the claw tip condensing to its extreme, like a miniature star.
fall!
Time seemed to freeze for a moment the claw touched the barrier.
When it started flowing again, whoosh!!!
The spatial barrier, overburdened, finally collapsed completely! It turned into countless shimmering spatial fragments, which scattered and dissipated in all directions.
Some fragments splashed onto the Red Iron Dragon, tearing through its thick scales and leaving wounds, but it didn't care.
Without pausing, he raised his right claw again and slammed it directly onto the satellite's main armor.
The loud sounds of armor twisting, tearing, and exploding were transmitted to Galos's senses through the energy shock.
A hole more than ten meters in diameter was blasted into the side of the satellite, exposing its internal structure to a vacuum. Electrical sparks and leaked liquid energy gushed out like a fountain.
The entire satellite trembled violently, and its orbit shifted.
When the red iron dragon retracted its right claw from the hole, which was over ten meters in diameter, there was something in its claw.
A dull metal cube, roughly three meters square.
Its surface is etched with dense and extremely complex spatial runes, many of which are now flickering due to the damage to their cores, and their energy channels are disordered.
This is precisely the core reason why satellites can travel between dimensions and hide in the gaps between dimensions.
—Dimensional teleportation rune array assembly.
Without it, the satellite can no longer hide itself in the dimensional rift.
At the same time, the light in Valhalla suddenly dimmed, space distorted again, and four figures emerged from it.
Theo's legends had just returned to space when they watched as the Red Iron Dragon Emperor raised his head, swallowed the dimensional teleportation rune array whole, and then turned to grin at them.
At the same time, Valhalla reopened.
The two heroic spirits reappeared, and although their light had dimmed somewhat, they appeared to be unharmed.
This is the pinnacle of collaboration between Valhalla and the Ring of Despair.
Instead of aiming to kill the enemy, the goal is to use heroic spirits that cannot truly die to delay and besiege the target through the Ring of Despair. This is a method that Lucky Charm had never thought of before.
"Ignas, leave the satellite behind!"
Theo, the leader, spoke in a deep voice, which resonated directly in Garros's ears.
Galos turned to look at him.
This man had piercing eyes, wore light armor, held a sword in his hand, and carried a longbow on his back. Although his appearance was ordinary, he exuded an extremely sharp aura.
Percival, Level 26 Legendary, Fate Hunter, the advancement path for Hunter Ranger.
Based on known intelligence, Galos knew that this person possessed a trait called 'Beast Slayer,' which somewhat restrained him.
He sensed some danger and wasn't confident he could kill him on the spot; besides, he had already achieved his goal.
"you"
Bosivar seemed to want to say something.
But before he could finish speaking, Garus's Ring of Despair lit up again.
This powerful item, which originally belonged to the Kingdom of Theo, is now being used on a legend of the Kingdom of Theo.
Buzz!
As space distorted, the two heroic spirits and four legendary figures vanished once again.
Immediately afterwards, the Red Iron Dragon took a deep breath, and its dragon-energy giant arm re-formed, lifting and capturing the huge satellite. Then, it flapped its wings and sped back towards the planet's surface.
When the Ring of Despair effect ended and Percival and the others were released back into space, all that remained in their field of vision was the silhouette of the Red Iron Dragon dragging the satellite away at high speed and rapidly shrinking.
They tried their best to catch up.
However, having lost the initiative, they were unable to close the distance in a short period of time and could only watch helplessly as the other side, carrying the kingdom's most important weapon, disappeared into the atmosphere and vanished from sight.
March 3rd, midnight.
Different places, completely different scenes.
Theo, the capital city of Silvershine.
The annual Flower Festival is in full swing, with magical fireworks bursting into the night sky in the shape of thousands of flowers, creating a stunning contrast with the real sea of flowers on the ground.
The streets were teeming with people, and the laughter and chatter almost lifted the roof off.
People tossed each other confetti, offered blessings, and enjoyed fine wine and food.
The victory announcements on newspaper headlines and the relatively peaceful life at home made most people temporarily forget the flames of war on the border and immerse themselves in the joy of the festival and their hopes for a bright future.
Victory seemed within reach, and the kingdom appeared to be heading towards a new era of prosperity.
Ash Plains, the front line.
There are no festivals here, only death.
The smell of gunpowder and scorched earth mingled with the stench of blood, creating a lingering miasma of war.
In the area of the eastern defensive line plowed by the White Dragon's breath, the ice has not yet melted; at the gap in the western defensive line, the flames are still burning, illuminating the faces of the soldiers fighting desperately on both sides.
The sounds of fighting, explosions, and dying groans rose and fell in the cold night wind, never ceasing.
Sudden.
The pitch-black night sky was suddenly illuminated by a rapidly expanding beam of light!
The light did not come from the ground, but from the very top of the sky.
At first, it was just a point of light that brightened rapidly, as if a star had fallen.
However, its brightness increased dramatically, and its volume expanded visibly, transforming in the blink of an eye into a giant fireball burning with raging flames.
It streaked across the sky, leaving a dazzling yet deadly trail of flame.
Like a blooming flower in space, it crashed down on the Ash Plain at an incredible speed.
boom!!!!
A deafening roar, indescribable in words, accompanied by an impact that sent the earth trembling violently.
The impact point was located in an open area several kilometers in front of the Iron Wall Fortress.
The shockwave whipped up massive waves of dust that swept in all directions! The walls of the Iron Fortress shook, the buildings inside groaned under the strain, and several watchtowers close to the impact point collapsed into ruins.
A giant impact crater appeared in the open ground.
Countless dust particles filled the air.
A second later, whoosh! A gust of wind swept through, and the dust dispersed.
A majestic and imposing giant shadow slowly rose from it.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, the Red Iron Dragon Emperor stood upright, his wings spread behind him, his right claw raised high, supporting a huge metal object several times his own size.
That's a magical satellite of the Kingdom of Theo?!
The satellite's metal shell glowed slightly red from the intense heat of friction between the dragon's claws and the atmosphere. Some damaged areas were still emitting tiny sparks and wisps of smoke, like the humblest trophy, held in the dragon's claws and displayed before the two armies.
A brief silence.
Whether at the Aura position or the Theo defense line, whether on the city walls or in the trenches, all living beings who witnessed this scene were momentarily stunned into a blank.
The scene before my eyes defied common sense, shocking every corner of my understanding.
Then……
"Your Majesty...Long live the Emperor!!!"
A broken shout burst from the mouth of an Aura gnoll soldier.
The next moment, a deafening roar erupted from every corner of the Iron Wall Fortress and from the throats of every Aura soldier on the front line!
"Long live the Emperor!!"
"Long live Aura!!!!"
"The great Emperor Ignas!!! He gouged out Theo's eyes!!!"
"A miracle! This is a miracle!!!"
The soldiers brandished their weapons and pounded on their breastplates.
The gnolls howled to the sky, and the ogres pounded the ground with their fists. In the eyes of all the creatures, there was only the purest fanaticism and worship.
Emperor Aura personally ascended to the heavens and forcefully brought down the enemy's most powerful weapon—the satellite that was high above, like the eye of a god monitoring the battlefield and sending down death and support—and smashed it right in front of them!
This is neither an advantage nor a victory.
This is a miracle!
Their emperor is also their god!
March 3rd, 344 AD, is the Flower Festival.
While the Kingdom of Theo was dreaming of victory amidst the festive fireworks and laughter, the Kingdom of Aura launched a full-scale offensive as cover. Emperor Ignas, the Red Iron Dragon, personally transformed into a hunter, infiltrated the heavens, and with the power of a single dragon, snatched Theo Kingdom's strategic magic satellite from the jaws of death in space. Finally, he lifted the satellite as if carrying a trophy, and returned to Earth with the force of a meteor shower, shocking both armies.
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