"The third theater of war?"
"I know."
Putting down the flashing communicator in his hand, Alger controlled the giant eagle under his seat and flew to the top of the team, hovering easily in the sky.
"I believe you have also seen that facing the power of the empire, these bastards from the abyss have no chance of winning!"
“But we must not take it lightly, there are bigger tests waiting for us!
Everyone, head west along the Hall Mountains! Go to the third war zone! ”
Suddenly, these red-scaled conquerors who had just experienced a great victory became even more excited, and they could not wait to participate in the next battle.
For these warriors of the Empire, the battlefield brings not only scars and death, but also glory and strength.
They waved the flags in their hands, and cheers came like waves, echoing in the sky.
"Let's go!"
"For the Empire!"
After slaying all the Abyss Dragon Beast Legion, under the command of Alger, the dragons of the Ember Empire gathered together and headed west collectively.
They will go to the third battle zone where the battle is fiercest and launch a surprise attack on the demons from the flank.
The Great Altar of Istalia.
"The strength is pretty good. It's almost catching up with an ordinary adult red dragon. But the brain is still not very good."
Cassius was lying on the throne, watching Smaug stepping on the head of the leader of the abyss dragon beasts and roaring to the sky, showing off his power, and commented in a calm tone.
He was not too worried about the battle in the Hall Mountains.
The Red Scale Conqueror is the sharp knife in his hand, and Smaug, who has received many bloodline gifts, also has power comparable to a true dragon, which is more than enough to deal with the abyssal dragon beast.
What concerned Cassius the most was the third theater.
This war zone is under the direct responsibility of Imperial Marshal Doro, and the most powerful army of the Ember Empire is waiting here.
Then there is a vast expanse of wasteland, home to many important military towns such as Blackstone Castle and Onel City. It is almost the most important strategic location within the walls of the empire.
And this is also the location of the "Decisive Battle" planned by the Ministry of Military Affairs.
The demons obviously saw this as well. The raging demonic tide covered the wasteland in front of the defense line. In this war zone alone, there were hundreds of thousands of demons gathered, many of them powerful beings.
Some of these demons made Cassius detect a hint of danger.
Cassius was very aware of the empire's weaknesses. Due to the short time since its establishment, the empire's middle and high-level forces were too scarce, and the lower-level armies also relied too much on ordnance. Their own strength was relatively weak and could easily be restrained by spells.
However, this shortcoming was made up for by the allies of the empire, and Cassius also had enough confidence in his dependents.
For the empire, this is not only a life-or-death war, but also a bloody test.
Only by adapting to this kind of high-intensity war can the empire truly gain a foothold on the Fianso continent and even conquer the vast south.
"Call"
Hot white smoke spurted out from the nostrils and between the teeth, lingering around the red dragon.
Cassius stared at the group of demons all over the mountains and plains. The light in his pale golden pupils flickered, as if he had penetrated the ferocious demon bodies and saw the deep eyes hidden behind them.
"Jerrazax, when your abyssal legions are completely wiped out
Can you still bear it? ”
The corners of the red dragon's mouth raised slightly, revealing an extremely cold smile.
And on that magical image, with the continuous artillery fire as the background, the empire's most elite troops were fighting with the demons.
"Boom!"
A cannonball landed among the demons, setting off a fierce fire that swallowed up hundreds of demons around it.
"Quick! Fire strike! We must not let them rush to the high ground!"
George shouted anxiously as he kept shooting at the demons.
With the support of the Dragon Scale monks, the war zone he was responsible for had basically withstood the offensive of the abyss and eliminated the nearby demons.
And he also received an order from his superiors to lead the most elite troops and rushed non-stop to the third theater where the fighting was the fiercest to provide support.
But at this moment, on this fierce battlefield, demons and imperial soldiers died every moment. A total of millions of troops from both sides were engaged in a brutal fight in this wasteland.
The earth is covered with cannon pits and ravines, the devil's blood covers the earth, and the purple-black blood gathers into rivers.
The mission of George and his more than a thousand elite soldiers was only to hold the high ground on the west side of the defense line and delay the devil's offensive.
"Boom——"
Suddenly, an earth-shattering roar sounded, a deep mark appeared on the ground, and a powerful cylindrical sound wave rushed towards the place where the Imperial soldiers gathered most densely.
"Ah——"
"No! It hurts!"
Suddenly, under the powerful sound waves, hundreds of imperial soldiers were blown away. The shields in their hands shattered, and blood spurted out from their ears and noses.
That's the Roaring Technique!
George's eyes suddenly turned red. He fired several shots at the demonic group and shouted with dizzy eyes: "It's a spell caster! Disperse! Don't gather there!"
"Boom——"
However, another columnar sound wave came, the ground trembled, the rocks shattered, and dozens of human soldiers on the high ground were killed on the spot.
Just these two spells caused hundreds of casualties, directly causing the loss of more than half of George's army, and the defense on the highlands became extremely empty.
George looked into the distance and saw a dozen tall and ferocious figures emerging from the thick fog, followed by low and hoarse roars.
"Roar"
These demons were nearly three meters tall and covered in festering abscesses. Its tall, thin frame is decorated with patches of short mane.
They have pale ram heads with huge curved horns, cold eyes, lips dripping with sticky saliva and protruding fine needle-like teeth.
Those snake-like tails twisted, ending in a mass of twisted metal spines.
Despite their emaciated form, these beasts wield spurs too large for their size with unnerving grace.
"Bazut Demon."
George clenched the rifle in his hand and muttered solemnly.
He had seen such demons in the Empire's internal intelligence, they existed as heavy infantry in the abyss, monsters that reveled in the power of splitting flesh and spilling blood.
But that alone wasn't enough to make George so nervous.
What's even more frightening is that these Brazu demons have innate spellcasting abilities and can use command, roar, fear and other spells.
Brezu Demons are good at melee combat. They usually cast Roar at the beginning of the battle where the enemies are most densely gathered. If the battle occurs in an open area, they will use heavy fog to block easy escape routes.
In the official rating announced by the empire, the challenge level of the Brezu Demon is 9, and in front of George - there are a total of thirteen Brezu Demons!
George knew that this was definitely not something that his hundreds of elite soldiers could handle. All he could do was to try to delay the enemy's offensive and wait for support from his superiors.
He took out his walkie-talkie and said anxiously: "Asking for support! Asking for support!"
"Thirteen Brayzu Demons were found at Highland No. 014! Thirteen Brayzu Demons!"
However, the Brezu demons have already begun their offensive.
A cold roar sounded.
"Ouch——"
More than a dozen Brazu demons ran across the ground, rushing towards the high ground where the imperial soldiers were stationed.
A cruel smile appeared on the huge ram-like head, the snake-like tail twisted behind it, and the metal spines at the end made noisy sounds.
The Brazuul appears to be diseased, but in fact its appearance is a camouflage that masks its power and ferocity.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The imperial soldiers on the high ground kept shooting, and dense bullets poured down, but the Bazut demons waved their thorns.
Suddenly, thick smoke appeared in front of them, covering the sight of the imperial soldiers, so that they could only see looming figures moving at high speed.
Bullets were shot into the thick fog, but they were like pebbles thrown into the sea, without causing any ripples.
Suddenly, tall and thin figures rushed out of the thick fog at extremely fast speeds. They leaped high and rushed into the empire's defense line.
"Shoot! Those demons are coming!"
"Bang! Bang!" The soldiers of the empire were shooting in panic, and some soldiers took out their spears, preparing to engage these demons in close combat.
"Shua——"
The Brezu Demon at the front waved a huge thorn, drawing an arc in mid-air, and incredible power burst out from its seemingly thin arms.
Suddenly, the shield of the Imperial heavy shield soldier blocking the front was split open on the spot, and his head was also split in half, with blood and steel fragments flying.
The other Brezu Demon raised its thorn fork, pointed the tip at the place where the Imperial soldiers gathered, and released a powerful sound wave.
"Boom!"
Dozens of imperial soldiers suddenly had splitting headaches and bleeding. Even the soldiers who had managed to survive due to their physical strength felt weak all over.
The Brazu Demon showed a cruel smile and took the opportunity to rush into the imperial army's formation, waving the huge thorn fork and slashing wantonly, enjoying this rare killing feast.
Behind the Bazut Demon, countless cowardly demons and primitive demons took the opportunity to rush to the high ground and submerged the empire's positions.
"Bang!"
The bullet was shot out, but it was unable to penetrate the demon's fur, and blood-stained thorns followed.
The same scene also appeared in various parts of the defense line. These Bazut demons treated war as amusement and broke through from different directions.
Thick smoke also appeared on the high ground, and the Bazut demons shuttled and killed in this smoke.
"Spread out!"
"It's that spell again!"
"I can't see the target clearly at all, there is thick fog everywhere!"
"Damn it, no chance! These guys with sheep heads...ah!"
In less than a minute of contact between the two sides, the position where George was stationed almost collapsed, and the imperial soldiers' defense line was also in disrepair, and even showed rare signs of retreat.
"Is this the heavy infantry of the abyss?"
George's eyes were lowered, and the hand holding the gun was trembling slightly.
He followed the expansion of the empire and experienced almost all crushing battles. This was the first time that he felt frustrated so clearly.
Too powerful.
Regardless of their melee combat abilities or spellcasting skills, these Bazut demons were at a crushing level against the imperial army he led.
This was not a battle at all, it was simply a massacre, reminding him of the scene of being tortured and killed by nobles when he was a serf.
Those northern nobles also rode on horseback, waving sabers, and killed panicked serfs as a kind of fun.
George gritted his teeth, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and blood was about to flow from his mouth. The scenes in the military camp and on the battlefield in the North came to mind.
In the end, the scene was fixed on the majestic figure of the Red Dragon Emperor with his wings spread out.
George will never forget what he saw nine years ago when he was first freed, a sight that changed his destiny.
"No"
"I, I am the blood descendant of the great red dragon, the baron of the Burning Ember Empire. I will never be a prey to be slaughtered!"
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the Bazut demon who was killing wantonly in the military formation, his eyes were blazing, as if firelight was flashing.
He could feel that something hidden in his body had completely awakened.
George's teeth were broken and blood flowed from his mouth, but he didn't care.
He took out a special high-explosive bomb from his pocket, loaded it skillfully, then raised his rifle, holding his breath and aiming at the Brezu Demon waving a spear.
"Bang!"
Just hearing a gunshot, the Bullezu Demon's eye was shot directly through the bullet, and a violent explosion occurred, and half of its head was blown to pieces.
On this chaotic battlefield, George shouted loudly: "Everyone——
These Bazut demons are not invincible! We are the people of the Red Dragon, warriors of the Ember Empire, and we should never be afraid of these bastards from the abyss!
We are by no means alone! Imperial reinforcements will arrive soon, we just need to drag these Bazut demons here!
He took out the officer's sword engraved with dragon wings from his waist, raised it high, and then screamed with all his strength until blood spurted out of his mouth.
"For the Empire! For His Majesty Cassius!"
"For the Empire!"
"For His Majesty Cassius!"
George's shout inspired the Imperial soldiers on the battlefield. His voice seemed to have some kind of magic, containing the power of a dragon's roar.
They also shouted fanatically. With the support of their faith, they surrounded the Bazut Demon in groups. Even if they were chopped down by the thorns, they would still pull the trigger on the ground.
However, George's cry also attracted the attention of the demons.
In their opinion, as long as they kill this troublesome guy, those weak mortal creatures will turn back into the appearance of lambs waiting to be slaughtered and continue to tremble.
"A human with dragon blood is a good prey."
A Bazut demon smiled sinisterly, raised the thorn in his hand, and threw it suddenly.
"Shua——"
The thorns came through the air.
"This is...not good! Danger!"
But George felt the danger, so he dodged at an extremely fast speed and rolled several times on the ground.
The thorn pierced the hollow and penetrated deeply into the ground.
The Bazut Demon jumped up, pulled out the thorn fork stuck in the ground, and struck at George fiercely, with a ferocious smile on its ram-like head.
From the demon's perspective, it was about to kill the human officer and once again enjoy the pleasure of blood splattering on his face.
At this moment, George felt the beating heart in his body continuously pumping hot dragon blood. Veins popped up on the surface of his skin, and traces of scales appeared on his forehead.
Power, far more powerful than before, was released from his body. It was a gift from Emperor Burning Ember!
George suddenly drew out the long sword from his waist. The muscles in his arms bulged high and bursts of steam came out.
He just used the majestic power bursting out of his body to slash at it without hesitation.
"When——"
The clear sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, but the face of the ugly sheep of the Bazut demon was full of shock.
The thorn in its hand was blown away! In the battle of strength, it actually lost to the tiny human in front of it!
Compared to the devil, George's extremely thin body burst out with incredible power.
He roared and jumped up, almost throwing his body, and used all his strength to insert the sword into the head of the Bazut Demon.
"Suffer death, bastard of the abyss!"
"Shua——"
The sword blade mercilessly penetrated the Bazut Demon's eye socket, penetrated the flesh, flesh and bones, and pierced the ram-like head.
The Bazut Demon just fell backwards, and the purple-black blood soaked the earth.
"Hoo, hoo"
George will still hold the hilt of the sword stuck on the demon's head, panting, using the sword to support his body that is about to lose strength.
In this battle, he almost burned the red dragon blood in his body, and then he had the power to compete with the Bazut Demon.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew through, dispersing the thick fog on the battlefield.
That's to disperse the smoke.
"Roar——"
A long dragon roar came.
George used his last strength to raise his head and saw giant silver dragons flapping their wings and appearing in the sky.
He then fell to the ground contentedly, next to the demon's body, and slowly closed his eyes.
He knew that reinforcements were coming. (End of chapter)