Chapter 119 Natural Disaster (Part )

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

This red dragon actually dared to despise me like this!

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

"Whoosh-"

There was a shrill whistling sound in the air.

Robert looked at the arrow flying straight into the sky, holding his breath involuntarily, praying to the god he believed in that it would hit the target.

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

【Go through fire and water】

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

The dragon-killing arrow that had killed Glacier Wing passed through the flames unhindered and was finally nailed to the ground powerlessly.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Robert collapsed to the ground again, as if he had fallen into madness, shaking his head and whispering.

He looked up at the empty sky, which was filled with endless flames. He was completely in despair, and the brilliant flames in his eyes were reflected in the sky.

"Do not……"

As the fire tornado approached, raging tongues of flames rushed towards us.

Those terrifying flames spun, condensed, and took shape at an extremely fast speed, and finally transformed into an extremely huge dragon body - that was Cassius.

"Who gave you the courage—"

"Use these pathetic playthings against me!"

Cassius crushed the giant crossbows with his sharp claws, and the flames surrounding his body directly devoured Robert who was lying on the ground.

The youngest earl of the Principality of Rackman and the commander of 30,000 coalition forces, was reduced to ashes in the raging flames without even being able to utter his last words.

"The final judgment is approaching!"

"You pathetic mortals are about to make your final exit!"

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 would not be able to pierce its hard golden-red scales, but would instead cause blazing white flames to fall.

"Help!"

"Don't come over!"

Faced with this monster that was comparable to a natural disaster, the coalition soldiers 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 fight against the dragon.

The rest are just pure victims.

A fire tornado nearly a hundred meters high followed the red dragon. The soldiers were caught in it and blown high into the sky. Then they were ignited by the heat wave and turned into burning fireballs.

As soon as the soldiers on the periphery ran to the upper hand, fireballs fell from the sky.

Many more soldiers were engulfed by the fire that fell from the sky before they could escape. They were on fire and screamed as they fled in all directions. Some tried desperately to dig holes underground but were burned to death. Some wore heavy iron armor but were melted by the flames, and their remains merged with the molten iron.

Flames burned the sky and the earth, and smoke and dust filled the air.

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

The farthest soldier was lucky enough not to be touched by the flames and tried to climb over the stone wall, but he was choked to death by the thick smoke that filled the air. Under the thick smoke, the gray-robed wizard fled to a corner of the battlefield with the help of magic, trembling as he raised his staff.

"I have to leave."

"I'm sorry, Lord Earl."

[Minor Teleport]

A ripple of space appeared 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, flapping its wings slowly, overlooking the land that was burning like hell.

This place was once home to tens of thousands of troops, but now it is hard to see any living creatures.

All you can see is fire and charred black.

Countless embers were flying in the air accompanied by strong winds.

This place has become a carnival of fire and a forbidden zone 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 scene and trembled all over. In his mind were countless classic works of court poets and countless gorgeous embellishments. However, at this moment, those words were not enough to describe one ten-thousandth of this scene.

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

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

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

"Gods above."

The captured nobles watched in a daze as tens of thousands of elite troops turned into ashes, their bodies trembling. Many of them collapsed to the ground in fear, some even became incontinent on the spot.

As for the followers of the Burning Cinders Nest, whether they were hobgoblins, ogres, or dragons, they all stared at the huge dragon shadow surrounded by embers in the center 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 power in its purest form.”

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

Trump muttered to himself as he stared at this horrific, hellish scene.

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

As he slowly approached, both the clansmen of the Burning Embers Nest and the captured nobles could not help but tremble and lower their heads under the powerful dragon's might.

“It was a nice firework show.”

"Right."

Cassius looked down at them, his golden pupils still seeming to burn with the same fire from before.

……

"The coalition never had a chance to win. Everything seemed like a grand stage play they had choreographed for themselves."

"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 most severe way possible - war, or more precisely, a massacre of 30,000 coalition troops. We usually call it the Trier Massacre.

"Since then, the seemingly indestructible United Kingdom of the North, which had lasted for hundreds of years, has begun to crumble, and this also heralds the coming of an era of dragon rule."

——The Duke of Luton in The Chronicle of Anzetta: The Massacre at Trier

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