Chapter 715 Zariel
In August, the Thracians wailed desperately and ran around, and they had never seen such a scene before.
The soldiers of the Burning Empire were stationed in their original positions, just watching the fire from the other side of the river, without taking the next move, and the devils were very conscious and did not provoke these empires.
Tilena waved her wings, soared into the air, raised her long sword of judgment, released the golden light that soared into the sky, and shouted angrily: "Devil, go back to hell! This is not the place you should come!"
"Swish--"
She waved her long sword, and more than a dozen sacred lights fell, covering more than a dozen devils in the city, burning them to ashes amid the howlings.
At this moment, in Tirena's light golden pupils, the sun shaking slowly rotated, and endless sadness, regret and self-blame were revealed in its depths.
"His Majesty Aragon"
In a trance, a vague figure of Aragon I, shrouded in light, appeared in front of Tirena's eyes.
Tilena seemed to have returned to ten years ago, when she was half kneeling in front of the throne of the holy city. The old emperor placed the holy sword on her shoulder and asked her to swear to protect the second prince to the death.
At that time, she readily agreed and made up her mind to protect His Highness Wilham at all costs.
But now, Tirena failed. She watched the king fall into a hell monster with her own eyes, and watched the other party be killed by the red dragon, but she could do nothing.
Tilena knew that she should not indulge Wilham so much that she would lead the other party to a evil path, and even signed a contract with those cunning devils, which ended up like this.
Now, she needs atonement.
"For Thrace, the Holy Farland, destroy these sinners from hell!" She raised her arms and shouted, waved the judgment sword again, and a light blade dozens of meters long flew out quickly, cutting hundreds of devils in half.
"Damn angel!"
"Kill that guy who is in trouble! She is the Duke of God!"
Hundreds of hell puppets waved their dark wings, surrounding Tirena like thick dark clouds.
These guys who call themselves "Holy Guards" are now obeying the orders of hell and helping the devil slaughter the rebels in the city.
"Kill him!"
The leader of the Holy Guard raised his sword and pointed it at the Angel God's descendant.
In an instant, hundreds of hell puppets rushed up, and they cooperated with each other and attacked from all directions, each sword slashing towards the key points of the angel gods. "It was you who harmed His Highness Wilham and lured him to hell!"
Tilena's eyes burst out with two brilliant divine lights. She released all the sun's divine power, almost burning her body.
"Boom!"
I saw light columns penetrate the dark clouds, and then, a huge fireball appeared in the sky, burning everything around a hundred meters.
Dayev looked at Duke Tirena who died in the sky with hundreds of Holy Guards, sighed, and then turned to look at the enemy in front of him. "Diet!" Dayev raised his long sword, jumped high, and split the little devil holding a steel fork in half with one sword, causing him to scream, and then turned into ashes and floated in mid-air.
But then, several burly and large-sized terrifying demons appeared around them. They shook the blood-stained thorn chains, surrounded the warrior, making a hoarse grin.
"Hahahaha, don't struggle, mortals, your king has sacrificed this city to hell!"
"This will become our soul ranch! All of you--will become the private property of Lord Zariel!"
"Not only August, the entire Thrace will fall into hell!" The Honamo opened his arms, spread his wings, and enjoyed the fear and trembling of people. "This is not August! The place where the morning light first shines, how can you be so arrogant here!" Dayev kept shaking his head, showing sadness on his face, and even a ray of dying ambition was revealed in his pupils.
He must not watch his hometown - the once glorious and holy "Sunrise City" become a ranch for hell, and he cannot accept that his relatives and friends become food for the devil.
But looking at the cracked sky and the raging devil, Dayev felt a little desperate.
After the war with the empire, only a group of defeated soldiers were left in August, not to mention that Wilham's "Holy Guards" were still obeying hell.
Even the God-born Duke who has powerful power like Tirena died under the siege of demons.
A ordinary warrior like him is extremely small in front of the devil's legion from hell. What should we do to save this city and save the people here?
I'm afraid that only miracles appear can truly save August.
Wait for miracles?
Dayev couldn't help but turn his head and looked at the huge red dragon bathed in the distance, thinking of the dazzling sun.
The miracle is nothing more than that, Dayev thought so, and a bold idea popped up in his mind.
Maybe
Perhaps the Ashes Emperor can save the city of August and even the entire Kingdom of Thrace.
The Thracian soldiers were fighting with the Devil's Legion, but at this moment they were collectively stiff - their vertical pupils reflected the changes in the sky: golden cracks were burned from lead-gray clouds, as if thousands of suns were struggling behind the clouds.
"Boom——"
After a loud bang, the cracks of hell were torn open on the material plane, the sky was dyed with sulfur-colored vortexes, scorched earth spread out from the cracks, and the scorched iron smell filled the air.
A powerful pressure dropped, and in an instant, almost all living beings within a radius of hundreds of miles were trembling all over, feeling a fear from the soul.
That fear comes from hell, and is a natural fear of the evil order that is enemies of the gods.
"Amanata is above."
"What a terrifying aura, what is that?"
"Oh God."
"The end of the world is the end of the world! That is the punishment of the gods disrespectful to us!"
With millions of eyes focused, Zarel's body rose from the vortex - she was over fifteen feet tall, her burning wings obscured half of the battlefield, and each feather was engraved with holy texts blackened by hellfire, dragging embers like meteorites.
Her armor was forged from molten black iron, and magma flowed through the cracks. His face still retains the majesty of an angel, but his eyes have become two boiling blood-red fireballs, and the gazes from the cracks of the helmet are enough to make the craziest barbarian curl up and tremble.
"Boom--"
Her lava sword was on the ground, melting the rocks into boiling lakes.
Hundreds of purgatory dragon beasts roared behind her, spitting black smoke, and the fallen paladin bound by chains knelt at her feet, singing a profane chants.
Three huge dragons dragged the huge chariot made of hell meteorite iron and carried Zariel to the sky above the wasteland.
The dragons had a devil-like terrifying appearance, with evil bone spurs stretching out from the top of their heads and shoulders, and their eyes burning with terrifying yellow.
Their scales change in color and show the color of flowing lava, and their bodies exudes the breath of sulfur - it is the ancient dragon of Hellfire, a symbol of tyranny, and dominates the war that bullies the weak.
"Thraces, give up fearless resistance—"
Thrace's angel gods fought with the devil in a ball, their anger was ignited, and they made unwilling war cry: "No, we are the Ferrain people, the descendants of the sun! We will never succumb to hell!"
Zarel's voice was like a death bell roaring: "The struggle of mortals? It's just firewood... Put into my furnace, your death will ignite the victory of hell!"
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Before the words were finished, cracks in the sky exploded, and six burning chains came to the world like black dragons, crushing dozens of angel god descendants.
Wings burned in the air and fell, and the broken limbs fell from high altitude, and golden blood splashed everywhere, sprinkling onto the earth.
Looking at the bloody and cruel scene, Zariel's mouth raised, showing a crazy and distorted smile.
As the leader of the bloody battle, her existence itself is the concreteization of war and the product of the confrontation between order and chaos - every cluster of flames and every wail on the battlefield is crowning her. "You are finally here, Zariel, I have been waiting for a long time." In the sky, Kesius looked down at the Grand Duke of Hell with a condescending look, nodding at her, and the light of fire surged in his eyes.
Zarel looked up at the red dragon, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous aura appeared in his deep eyes, "Emperor Burning Ear, if you don't want to die - take your army away from here, leave August, and leave the Kingdom of Thrace.
This land has been marked by Aphonus, this is the territory of the Nine Prisons, the soul ranch of the great devil."
Hearing this, Caesus's eyes were surprised. He asked curiously: "Didn't you sign a contract with Willham to obtain Thracian's land on the condition of killing me?"
"Wilham? Haha" Zareus's mouth raised again, and a playful smile appeared on his face, "That's such a hopeless idiot."
Zarel raised his head and looked at Red Dragon Yao, his indifferent voice was full of mockery, "Yes, Caesus, I will kill you, but I will be in three thousand years. Later, kill you when you are old; I will destroy your empire, but I will intervene in five thousand years when your empire is about to collapse and completely destroy it."
Finally, she raised her hand and summoned a parchment contract, pointing to a vague small word between the lines, "After all, the contract is written, and this mission has no deadline to be completed."
"It's really interesting." Hearing this, Kesius couldn't help but sigh, feeling particularly ridiculous, and even felt a little sympathetic to the King of Thrace.
It is worthy of being the devil's contract, it is so dark that it is endless. Do everything and look for loopholes in the rules.
Wilham abandoned everything about him and actually got such a useless check that was hard to wipe his butt.
"Bang."
Zarel snapped her fingers, and the contract turned into ashes and disappeared in the air. "How about it, His Majesty Kesius, Aphonus and the Empire can be completely safe and maintain peace."
"Sir Zarel, it is a bit ironic to say the word 'peace' from your mouth." Kesius sneered.
Zariel's face changed slightly, and he stretched out his hand, pulled out the giant sword that was deeply inserted into the ground, and pointed at the red dragon in the distance without hesitation: "So - do you want to fight?
If that happens, I have to advance the contract thousands of years ago, Kessus."
She said word by word, her voice as if it came from the depths of hell, containing an extremely terrifying aura. "I can't find it." Kesius nodded slightly, then waved the dragon's wings, stirring up a hot wind and soared into the air.
The red dragon hung high in the sky, raised its head and let out a majestic roar: "In the name of Emperor Burning the Ear, the City of August, and even the entire Thrace, will belong to the Burning the Ear Empire.
We will inherit the statute of the Holy Farland, where the people will live under the sun forever—not the bloody sky of Aphonas! "
Along with Kesius's long roar, endless sun power rose up, condensed into a brilliant sun in the sky, releasing a thousand feet of light.
The sun power and the origin of heaven in the red dragon's body are now being released with all their strength, and even the authority of the fire element plane is resonating with it.
[Legend·Sacred Day]
Under this light, the devils were burning all over, bursts of black smoke emerged. They struggled and wailed wildly, and there was no more rampant rage just now.
"Long live His Majesty Kesius! Loyalty------"
"Long live the empire!"
"Praise the great red dragon and praise the sun!"
This time, not only the imperial soldiers outside the city wall, but also the Thracians who were suffering from the devil cheered, with a fanatical expression, and they already regarded the invader Kesius as the real savior.
In a corner of the city, Dayev attacked from behind, chopped off the head of a horned demon, and then looked at the red dragon holding the scorching sun.
"Emperor Burning Ear." He hesitated for a moment, and still put the imperial badge on his chest, raised the sword in his hand, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Long live His Majesty Kesius!"
The Thracian soldiers behind him also shouted in unison, and their emotions were rising.
"Boom! Boom!"
The Empire's steam tanks, heavy artillery, and airships were constantly bombarding the devil's legion that surged out of the space cracks. Raindrop-like shells exploded in the air, and the devils kept turning into ashes and falling from the sky.
The Red Scale Conqueror fought with the winged devils in the sky, and the ground was filled with rain of bullets. The imperial army was shooting at the attacking devil soldiers with brutal fire.
In this way, under the threat of a common enemy, the former invaders and the invaded actually fought side by side, shouting the name of the same emperor in unison.
Zarel looked at the red dragon in the distance, and his blood-red eyes boiled, and endless anger burst out from it.
"Red Dragon, you are looking for death at this moment! I will cut off your head and destroy your empire, so that you can see the true power of Aphronas--"
Along with the wrath of this devil duke, dazzling pillars of hell fire burst out from the cracks on the ground.
The cracks in the sky are getting bigger and bigger, even more hideous and terrifying. The screams of souls are intertwined in the void, as if something is going to be nurtured from it.
(This chapter ends)