Chapter 781: Chapter 131: The Descending Sky

Cassius spread his massive wings that blotted out the sun, his pale golden pupils looking down at the creatures below.

Countless eyes filled with reverence or fear looked up towards the majestic giant dragon.

“Amanata above…”

“Oh Gods…..”

“It’s His Majesty Cassius, His Majesty Cassius! The war is going to end!”

After a brief silence, accompanied by various emotional loud discussions, everyone gradually saw the true face of the Ashen Empire’s Emperor.

The fifty-meter-long Red Dragon stood against the sun; its huge body outlined by the sunlight, its silhouette edged with a gilded layer.

The Red Dragon slowly flapped its wings, each beat sending forth torrents of dragonflame, scorching heat waves sweeping the sky and turning half of the heavens into an orange-red hue.

Most striking was the Dragon Crystal on its chest, emitting dazzling light like a second sun in the sky, almost overshadowing the distant sunlight.

Ironically, based on the appearance alone, this Ashen Emperor seemed more deserving of the title of Sun God’s incarnation compared to North Aisier’s Angel Divine Descendant.

“Eternal Lord of Radiant Brilliance, Shining God of Gold, revered God of Law and Sun, please bless me with victory over my enemies…”

Having seen the true face of the Ashen Emperor, Duke Walter’s every hope collapsed, and he silently prayed, relinquishing all his earlier wishful thinking.

While not as exaggerated as the previous illusion, the Red Dragon’s length indeed amounted to fifty meters, truly and veritably, without any deception.

A fifty-meter-long giant dragon, what kind of concept is that?

Even the famous Gold-plated Sage, a Golden Dragon Council Governor Crassus, who settled in Moqiu City, had a size of only over thirty meters, meager compared to this Red Dragon.

On the Material Plane, Ancient Dragons are already exceedingly rare beings that are mostly in eternal slumber, seldom showing themselves, let alone the distant monsters surpassing even the Ancient Dragons.

This time, the enemy he was facing was likely the most powerful giant dragon that had appeared on the Fianso Continent since the Third Era.

Walter gazed skyward, deeply exhaled, his eyes shimmering with a resolute light, obviously harboring a resolve to fight to the death.

“This, this…”

Watching the distant Red Dragon, Grandmaster Zalan who stood on the city walls gasped for air and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just now, he had casually used the True Vision Technique to investigate and was met with an unimaginable impact; it felt as if a fictitious giant dragon roared towards him, using its sharp fangs and fierce teeth to tear his spirit into shreds.

“Mistrala above!

This Red Dragon is a spellcaster beyond legendary, a being that has touched the origin!”

Zalan silently screamed in his mind, then shakily wiped the blood from his mouth.

His legs trembled, almost failing to stand, feeling utterly helpless; the Red Dragon’s real power far exceeded the intelligence given by the City of Thousand Laws.

…

And under the watchful eyes of countless people, Cassius waved his wings, flying forward with a scorching hot gale, the terrifying Dragon’s Might descending, pervading the entire battlefield.

In this moment, the Red Dragon was a moving Scourge.

Under the apocalyptic terrifying oppression, the already war-weary Allied Soldiers finally collapsed completely, clanging their weapons onto the ground.

“This, what kind of monster is this!”

“Oh Gods… This is not an enemy we can defeat! The Devil, Explosions, Dragons… inexplicable deaths, damn it, I’ve had enough of all this, I want to leave here!”

The Allied Soldiers either ran madly toward Collins City or knelt down on the ground, and some even fainted on the spot, treating this cruel war as a nightmare.

And high above, Cassius finally slowly opened his mouth, a heavy voice gushing from his throat, “Ignorant Humans, isn’t the situation clear? The downfall of the Allied Forces is inevitable, do you still not give up resistance?

Do you really want to sacrifice your lives for the illusion of the Empire of Fadlan, for the selfish desires of a few Divine Descendant Nobles?

Face the reality, Holy Fadlan has long perished, and North Aisier is also practically existent in name only, seeking refuge in the Ashen Empire is your only choice!”

His voice thundered like the rumble of thunder, resounding over the desolate battlefield, making all the soldiers of the Allied Forces tremble and waver.

Indeed, were they truly ready to sacrifice their lives for the illusory “Fadlan”?

“Enough! Do not fall for his deceit–”

Suddenly, an incredibly loud and authoritative voice came from above the clouds over the Allied positions, as if it were an undeniable command.

[Holy Word Technique]

Following that, melodious hymns echoed through the land, and miraculously, light descended from the heavens, illuminating every Allied Soldier, calming their minds, and gradually restoring their sanity.

This was the power of the Lord of Silver Heaven; His unadorned words alone were enough to reinvigorate thousands.

In the distance in the skies, clouds gradually gathered, forming a corridor in the high heavens, the hymn still melodious, surrounded by countless elite angelic soldiers in splendid armor and shining weapons, Messenger Lord Balachiel slowly stepped forth.

His massive white-feather-covered wings slowly flapped, and his Longsword crackled with electricity, directly pointing at the distant Red Dragon.