Chapter 937: Chapter 216: The End of Chaos
“Red Scale Conquerors, hear the command—Dragon’s Roar Charge, destroy them!”
Hundreds of knights, clad in shining light armor and wielding sharp spears, rode their wyverns as they stread out from the portal like a surging tide.
Controlled by the knights, the Bipedal Wyverns simultaneously opened their bloody maws, releasing resonant roars that unleashed a massive Dragon’s Might.
“Roar—”
In an instant, the giant phantom of the Red Dragon appeared behind the Red Qilin Conquerors, its broad wings carrying a scorching breath as it charged towards the dozen Angel Divine Descendants.
“What is that?”
“Is it the legendary Ashen Emperor?”
The Angel Divine Descendants, locked in combat with the Bipedal Wyverns, looked at the distant dragon phantom, utterly aghast.
Yet Hain, after a sharp glance, steadied his mind and shouted, “They’re rely mortals riding Bipedal Wyverns, only possessing the bloodline of the evil dragon, nothing to fear!”
But the terrifying pressure swept across the sky, making everyone feel as if the emperor appeared in front of them, crushing them and their comrades, unleashing a deep, soul-penetrating fear.
“No, wake up, it’s not real—”
Hain snapped out of it, lifted his gaze to the rapidly approaching Red Qilin Conquerors, his face full of anxiety, while his comrades remained trapped in the illusory realm of fear, unable to extricate themselves.
Seeing this, Hain had no choice but to flap his wings and montarily retreat from the battlefield, leaving his bewildered comrades behind.
Yet this brief mont of distraction was enough for the Red Qilin Conquerors to carry out a charge—this was their specialty.
Seizing the montum of the wyvern’s dive, they raised the spears, inscribed with Decomposition Arrays, and pierced through one Angel Divine Descendant after another, spilling golden Divine Blood onto the earth.
Bathed in the blood of his comrades, Hain’s arm holding the Holy Spear trembled slightly, his expression turning wrathful and his face twisted, his eyes burning like two exploding suns.
With a roar, his wings flapped, his entire body glowing and emitting thick smoke, distorting the surrounding air.
“Screech—”
Accompanied by a piercing shriek, a beam of golden light tore through the sky, flying towards the Wyvern Knights.
However, the commander of the Red Qilin Conquerors, Alger, the Duke of Dragon Blood, sharply turned his head, keenly perceiving this sudden attack.
He exerted all his strength, swinging the longsword, while his Dragon Vein Giant Eagle beneath him let out a long cry, diving with its wings spread, combining montum with Alger.
The blade’s gleam sliced through space, unexpectedly splitting the Holy Spear in two, shattering it in midair.
“How is this possible?”
Hain’s face showed disbelief; that was a Holy Spear condensed with the blessing of the Sun God, a mortal should be unable to withstand it!
But he didn’t know that Alger, as one of the over ten dukes of the empire, had grown far stronger than before, his robust body containing strength comparable to a mature giant dragon.
When Alger coordinated with the well-trained Giant Eagle, his aerial prowess rivaled that of a Legendary Warrior, leading the Red Qilin Conqueror Army, which had beco the nightmare of many citizens in the North.
“Hain, Earl of Thrace Kingdom…” Alger’s eyes were as sharp as an eagle’s, instantly discerning the identity of this Angel Divine Descendant.
Imdiately, Alger raised his longsword, its tip pointing at the distant Angel Divine Descendant, commanding fiercely, “He is the commander stationed at Esengard!
Surround him, don’t let him escape alive! The squad that kills him will have all its mbers promoted by one level of nobility!”
Instantly, the eyes of the Red Qilin Conquerors turned fiery as they glanced at Hain, akin to evil dragons seeing gold coins with greed.
For now, with the empire thriving, competition is intense; every promotion after reaching the Earl level is as difficult as climbing the heavens.
In the eyes of the Red Qilin Conquerors, Hain was a tempting piece of flying at, capable of bringing imnse wealth and fa.
“Kill him!”
“For the Empire!”
The Red Qilin Conquerors skillfully coordinated, forming small dispersed teams, intercepting from different directions, almost sealing off all of Hain’s escape routes.
Hundreds of Demon-breaking Arrows tore through the sky, pouring down on this Angel Divine Descendant like a torrential rain, coupled with nets unfolding in midair.
This was a hunt, a hunt for the enemy commander.
“You ignorant mortals! How dare you challenge !” Hain roared, his wings suddenly flapping, golden flas engulfing the arrows around him.
He flew with incredible speed, like a small sun crashing towards the Red Qilin Conquerors’ weakest defense.
Scorched dragon corpses, shattered spears, and broken armor lay scattered; Hain devoured everything in his path with fla, swiftly piercing through the Red Qilin Conquerors’ defenses, flying towards the city.
“This boss is pretty tough—”
“Chase!”
“The ones in front, hold on, my promotion depends on you!”
Seeing this scene, Alger picked up the intercom and whispered, “That Divine Descendant is extrely powerful, requesting firepower support.”
The airship in the sky descended slowly, extending thick gun barrels from its belly, shooting out incisive beams at the Angel Divine Descendants.
“Swoosh—”
Upon being hit by the beams, the Angel Divine Descendant’s eyes instantaneously dimd, and his actions slowed down slightly.
But then, dozens more beams struck him, gradually covering him with cold frost, eventually causing him to plumt from the sky powerlessly.
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