Ashen Dragon
Chapter 768 - Chapter 768 Chapter 126 The Descent of the Giant Dragons

Chapter 768: Chapter 126: The Descent of the Giant Dragons Chapter 768: Chapter 126: The Descent of the Giant Dragons “All citizens worship together, the great Red Dragon in the sky–”

A sudden heatwave rolled over the land.

Accompanied by the rising sun, high in the sky, a voice suddenly came from afar. It sounded like a prayerful chant, operatic in its solemn grandeur, carrying a certain majestic implication.

Gradually, soldiers turned their gazes toward the northern horizon, involuntarily holding their breaths, sweat trickling down their foreheads.

“Lord Amanata…”

Duke Walter felt somewhat panicked and couldn’t help but pray silently in his heart.

Strange, the atmosphere was too peculiar; it didn’t resemble the imminent arrival of a brutal evil dragon, but rather as if a deity was about to descend upon the mortal world.

Above the clouds, the warriors from Heaven looked solemn, even the Lord of Silver Heaven slightly furrowed his brow, showing for the first time a ripple of emotion on that perfect, tranquil face.

“Boom–”

The ground shook, and dust enveloped the land. Countless steel behemoths moved across the land, nearly occupying the entire horizon.

Thousands of Bipedal Wyverns, Fire Drakes, Chimeras, and even White Dragons appeared in the sky, flapping their wings, covering the sky like dense clouds and casting chaotic shadows over the land.

Following the steam tanks, armored vehicles towing hundreds of cannons emerged on the battlefield, their dark muzzles foreboding. Then came the fully armed, uniformed Imperial Infantry marching forward.

And behind them were players as far as the eye could see, each fighting their own battle, pouring in from all directions, almost enclosing the entire city of Collins City.

Seeing such a powerful scene, the soldiers of the Allied Forces became tense and couldn’t help whispering to each other.

“They…are they our enemies?”

“Oh, Gods, how could such an army arise from the barren North… It’s truly… inconceivable.”

“Yes, these are the ones, they destroyed Saint Theo City!”

Above the formation of the Walter Alliance Army, looking at the Ashen Empire army that covered the sky and land in the distance, Duke Walter gripped his longsword, a glint flickering in his pale golden pupils.

With just one glance, he observed numerous strong life fluctuations, even several at Legendary Level, and then there were those terrible weapons…

“It seems I’ve underestimated them. Worthy of the army that crushed the Aisier Defense Line in nineteen days… it even reminds me of the old Fadlan.”

Duke Walter sighed lightly, but his expression remained resolute.

At this point, no matter how powerful the enemy was, he could only face them calmly and bravely–there was no other option.

The roaring of steam engines, the sound of boots on the ground, and the flapping of wyvern wings intermingled, creating a powerful beat.

“No matter how the world changes, your majesty remains unshaken–”

Under this true meaning of war drums, the melodious music strengthened continuously, the melody becoming more passionate, as the stirring martial song roared into its climax.

“Oh Cassius of the myriad armies, with our endless admiration and gratitude, we offer you our eternal loyalty–”

At the same time, the Wyverns and Drakes in the sky all raised their heads and howled in unison, their roars resounding through heaven and earth.

“Boom–”

The earth emitted a heavy mournful sound, and all the soldiers present struggled to lift their heads under the strong pressure of the wind.

“Lord Amanata…”

“Oh, Gods…”

People’s mouths gaped open in astonishment, and their eyes widened in fear as they looked up.

A massive figure appeared in the sky against the light, the sunlight outlining its clear silhouette, its broad wings blanketing the sky like nightfall, overshadowing the land.

Just the head of the creature, adorned with limbs and imposing horns, was a hundred meters long, and its wingspan reached nearly a kilometer; its tail was like a mountain range.

This astonishingly large Red Dragon hung in the sky, fluttering its wings, bringing an indescribable sense of pressure to everyone present–this was like a myth where the sky pressed down upon the land!

What kind of giant dragon was this!

How could such a Monster be born in this world!

At that moment, almost all soldiers internally asked themselves this question, Duke Walter was no exception.

For a time, even the experienced Divine Duke stood still, his lips moving: “What on earth is this…”

“Illusion, an extremely clever Spell,” said the Gold Dragon, flapping its wings, with a calm and authoritative voice: “It’s constructed from pure fire element, a semblance of a physical phantom, and of very high quality.

It must be said, this evil dragon’s manipulation of elements is indeed exquisite; even an Archmage would find it difficult to discern the intricacies.”

“That’s how it is, thank you for the warning, Lord Titus,” said Walter, looking gratefully at Titus, his trust in this dragon ally growing even stronger.

He also realized he had been too anxious, even losing his composure, failing to notice the clearly illogical aspects of the Illusion.

After all, it was the Third Epoch, and even those ancient Dragon Gods from times past would struggle to reach a kilometer in size; moreover, their true bodies could not descend into the Material Plane.

If a dragon truly thousands of kilometers long stepped into the Material Plane, it would likely be rejected by the world’s Laws the next second, potentially causing spatial collapse and disintegration.

With this realization, Duke Walter raised his longsword, emitting a dazzling light.