Chapter 119 Natural Disaster (II)

Robert suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness, followed by an uncontrollable rage.

This red dragon actually dared to despise him like this!

He suddenly let go of his hand, and the crossbow arm several meters long shot the arrow with great force.

"Swoosh-"

A sharp whistle came from the air.

Robert looked at the arrow flying straight into the sky, holding his breath involuntarily, praying to the god he believed in for its hit.

Just as the giant arrow was about to touch his chest and pierce the hot, beating heart of the dragon, Cassius's huge dragon body turned into a blazing fire and merged into the fire tornado that twisted the world.

[Go through fire and water]

At this moment, the red dragon is the true incarnation of fire!

The dragon-killing arrow that killed "Glacier Wing" passed through the flames without hindrance and finally nailed to the ground powerlessly.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Robert collapsed to the ground again, as if he was in a frenzy, shaking his head and whispering constantly.

He looked up at the empty sky with only endless flames, and was completely desperate. His eyes reflected the gorgeous flames all over the sky.

"No..."

As the fire tornado approached, the raging flames rushed towards him.

Those terrifying flames rotated, condensed, and formed at a very fast speed, and finally transformed into an extremely large dragon body - that was Cassius.

"Who gave you the courage-"

"Use these pathetic toys to fight me!"

Cassius crushed the giant crossbows with his claws, and the flames surrounding him directly devoured Robert who collapsed on the ground.

The youngest earl of the Rackman Principality, the commander of the 30,000 coalition forces, was unable to utter even a last word, and turned into a pile of ashes in the raging flames.

"The final judgment is approaching!"

"You pathetic mortals are about to end!"

Accompanied by billowing smoke and raging flames, Cassius rushed into the huge army of thousands of people as if he was in an empty space.

The ferocious body of the red dragon appeared and disappeared in the firelight, directly crushing the fleeing soldiers. Its sharp claws were like the sharpest weapons in the world, destroying everything in front of it.

Even if someone tried to fight back, those weak arrows could not pierce its hard golden red scales, but would instead cause the blazing white flying flames to descend.

"Help!"

"Don't come over!"

Facing this monster comparable to a natural disaster, the soldiers of the coalition completely lost the courage to resist.

However, the soldiers destroyed by Cassius himself were actually the luckiest group, at least they died gloriously in the process of fighting against the evil dragon.

And the rest were pure victims.

The nearly 100-meter-high fire tornado followed the red dragon, and the soldiers were involved in it, blown into the sky, and then ignited by the heat wave, turning into burning fireballs.

Some soldiers on the periphery had just run to the upper wind when overwhelming fireballs fell.

And more soldiers were covered by the fire that fell from the sky before they had time to escape. They were on fire, screaming and running around. Some of them tried desperately to dig holes underground, but were burned to death. Some of them were wearing heavy iron armor, but they were melted by the flames, and their embers merged with the molten iron.

The flames burned the sky and the earth, and smoke filled the fields.

The soldiers became headless flies, jumping up and down in the smoke and fire. Some were desperate, some were exhausted, some were barely alive, and some were burned to charcoal.

The farthest soldier was lucky enough not to touch the flames and tried to climb over the stone wall, but he was choked to death by the billowing smoke as soon as he charged.

Under the thick smoke, the gray-robed wizard fled to a corner of the battlefield with the help of magic and raised his staff tremblingly.

"I have to leave."

"I'm sorry, Lord Earl."

[Secondary Teleportation]

A ripple of space was set off in front of him, and Schroeder's figure gradually became illusory.

Cassius keenly sensed the fluctuations of the magic network and turned his head, but when he saw that the one who escaped was the gray-robed wizard "Grey Eagle", he deliberately let him escape.

The red dragon hung high in the air, slowly flapping its wings, overlooking the land that was burning like hell.

This place, which originally housed tens of thousands of troops, is now hard to see living things.

All you can see is the flames and the charred black.

Countless embers are flying in the air with the wind.

This place has become a carnival of flames and a forbidden area for the living.

Cassius meticulously fulfilled his pre-war promise. He landed on the ground with a bang, and ashes filled the sky. Surrounded by countless embers, he raised his head and let out a long roar.

"Roar——"

Viscount Luton on the mountain looked at this doomsday-like scene and trembled all over. In his mind, there were countless classic works of court poets and countless gorgeous decorative words, but at this moment, those words were not enough to describe one ten-thousandth of this scene.

His lips trembled slightly, and finally he uttered a few words: "Purgatory Scourge."

Luton thought of a sentence in religious scriptures: "Sinners are thrown into Purgatory, and the flames will burn them."

"Fire... the incarnation of fire, he is the incarnation of fire!"

"Gods above."

The captured nobles watched the tens of thousands of elite troops turned into ashes in a daze, trembling all over. Many of them collapsed to the ground in fear, and even lost control of their blazes on the spot.

And the followers of the Burning Nest, whether they were earth elves, ogres, or flying dragons, all stared at the huge dragon shadow surrounded by embers in the middle of the sea of ​​fire.

Awe, panic, yearning and other emotions appeared on their ferocious faces: "This is the power of the master, this is the wrath of the great red dragon."

"This is the purest embodiment of power."

"He will conquer the world, or destroy the world."

Lump stared at this terrible scene like purgatory and muttered to himself.

The red dragon waved its huge wings, broke away from the vast sea of ​​fire, and landed at the camp of the Embers Nest halfway up the mountain.

As he slowly approached, both the clans of the Embers Nest and the captured nobles trembled under the powerful dragon's might and lowered their heads.

"What a nice fireworks display."

"Right."

Casius looked down at them, and the flames from just now seemed to still burn in his golden pupils.

…

"The coalition forces never had a chance to win. Everything seemed like a grand stage play it had arranged for itself."

"That day, flames swept across the sky and the earth, and the Trier Valley was filled with ashes. It exercised the power of a natural disaster and announced its existence to the Anzeta Wasteland in the toughest way - war, or more precisely, a massacre of 30,000 coalition forces. We usually call it the Trier Massacre.

"Since then, the seemingly indestructible Northern United Kingdom, which has lasted for hundreds of years, has been crumbling, and this also indicates that the era of dragon rule is coming."

--"The Chronicle of Anzeta·The Trier Massacre" Duke of Luton

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