Chapter 119: Camity (Part 2)

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

  How dare this red dragon look down on him with supt!

  He released the crossbow’s trigger, and the multi-meter-long bow arm fired the bolt with tremendous force.

  "Whoosh—"

  A pierg whistling sound tore through the air.

  Robert watched the bolt fly straight toward the sky, holding his breath, praying to his god for a direct hit.

  Just as the massive bolt was about to strike its chest and pierce the bzing, beati of the dragon, Cassius’s enormous dragon form transformed into a bzing inferno, merging into the twisting fire tornado.

  【Into the Fmes】

  At that moment, the red dragon truly became the ination of fire!

  The Dragon-Syer Bolt, which had once killed the "Gcier Wing," passed through the fmes without resistance, finally embedding itself powerlessly in the ground.

  "Impossible, this is impossible!"

  Robert colpsed to the ground again, shaking his head in a frenzy, mumbling ily.

  Gazing up at the empty sky filled only with endless fmes, he felt utter despair as his eyes reflected the dazzling firelight above.

  "No…"

  With the approag fire tornading fmes surged forth.

  The terrifying inferno spun and de incredible speed, taking shape until it maed into the massive body of Cassius.

  "Who gave you the ce—"

  "To challenge me with these pathetic toys!"

  Cassius crushed the few remaining crossbows with his cws, and the fmes surrounding him pletely ed Robert, who had colpsed to the ground.

  The you earl of the La Duchy, the ander of thirty thousand allied troops, was reduced to ash in the r fmes without even a st word.

  "The final judgment is near!"

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

  With thick smoke and raging fmes, Cassius rampaged into the massive army of thousands.

  The red dragon’s menag form appeared and vanished in the fmes, trampling soldiers in flight and using its cws ah, as sharp as the world’s most lethal ons, to destroy everything before it.

  Aempting to resist found that their feeble arrows couldn’t pierce his hardened, golden-red scales, only drawing down searing white fmes ialiation.

  "Help!"

  "Stay away from me!"

  Faced with this disaster-like mohe allied soldiers lost all will to resist.

  Yet, the soldiers destroyed personally by Cassius were actually the lucky ones; at least they had died in the honor of fighting the evil dragon.

  For the rest, it urely a massacre.

  The hundred-meter-high fire tornado followed closely behind the red dragon, sweeping up the soldiers, carrying them high into the air, and igniting them in the heat, turning them int fireballs.

  Some soldiers on the perimeter ran to higher ground, only to be showered by a rain of fireballs.

  Most soldiers had no time to escape, engulfed by fmes falling from the sky. Some desperately tried to dig into the ground but burned alive in agony. Others, wearing thick iron armor, melted into charred remnants fused with molteal.

  Fire illumihe sky, and smoke bhe nd.

  Soldiers scrambled like headless flies amidst the smoke and fmes, some lost, some fleeing in desperation, some hanging on to life, others charred to ashes.

  The soldiers furthest away, lucky enough to avoid the fmes, tried to climb over the stone wall, but they were enveloped by thick smoke, suffog to death.

  Amidst the smoke, the gray-robed mage used his spells to flee to a er of the battlefield, raising his staff with trembling hands.

  "I have to get out of here."

  "Five me, my lord."

  【Lesser Teleportation】

  A ripple of space opened before him, and Shroud’s figure began to fade.

  Cassius sehe magic’s fluctuation and turned his head, but seeing it was only the "Gray Hawk" mage esg, he allowed him to flee.

  H in the sky, the red dragon slowly fpped his wings, surveying the burning, hell-like ndscape below.

  The pce that had once housed tens of thousands of troops now tained scarcely any life.

  All he could see was fire and scorched earth.

  tless embers danced on the wind.

  This pce had bee a realm of fmes, a forbidden zone for the living.

  Cassius pleted his pre-battle vow with meticulous precision, desding onto the ground with a thunderous nding, sending ash everywhere as he raised his head a out a resounding roar.

  "Roar—"

  Vist Luton, standing on the mountain, shivered as he watched the apocalyptic se. In his mind, he recalled tless works by court poets, full of grand and eborate words, but none could capture even a fra of what he was witnessing.

  His lips trembled slightly before he finally uttered a few words: "Hellish camity…"

  Luton remembered a line frious scripture: "Sinners are cast into the inferno, and fmes shall e them."

  "Fire… the ination of fire, he is the embodiment of fire!"

  "By the gods…"

  The captured ared bnkly as the thirty thousae troops turo ash, trembling all over; some even colpsed in fear, losing trol on the spot.

  Meanwhile, Embers ’s kin, whether hobgoblins, ogres, or wyverns, all fixed their eyes on the massive dragon in the sea of fire, surrounded by embers.

  Awe, terror, and admiration showed on their savage faces: "This is the power of our master, the wrath of the great red dragon."

  "This is the purest embodiment of strength."

  "He will either quer or destroy the world."

  Langpu observed the hellish se, muttering to himself.

  The red dragon fpped its massive wings, lifting off from the sea of fire and nding at Embers ’s camp on the mountainside.

  As he approached, Embers ’s kin and the captured nobles alike couldn’t help but tremble, bowing their heads uhe dragon’s immense presence.

  "Quite a spectacle, wasn’t it?"

  "Wouldn’t you agree?"

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

  ………

  "The allied forever truly had a ce at victory; it was all as if it were a grand py scripted by him for himself."

  "On that day, fmes engulfed the sky and the earth, and Trier Valley was filled with ash. He wielded disaster-like power, prog his presen the Aa Wastend in the most forceful way—a massacre, or more accurately, the sughter of thirty thousand allied troops. This event is usually referred to as the Terrell Massacre."

  "Sihen, the seemingly unbreakable Northern United Kingdom has teetered on the brink, signaling the dawn of the era on rule."

  —"The icles of Aa: The Terrell Massacre" by Duke Luton

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