Ashen Dragon

However, Wilhelm hovered in the sky, the six wings on his back slowly fluttering, as he raised the Final Judgment Spear in his hand, his expression exceptionally indifferent.

"They were once traitors of the Thrace Kingdom; becoming members of the Holy Guard and offering their souls to the Kingdom is their life's greatest honor!

You need only know—they will become the blade of the Kingdom. As for where this strength originates? It doesn't matter. So long as the great cause of reviving Holy Fadlan can be accomplished, even offering everything is worthwhile!"

Suddenly, there was an uproar within August City, people talked and argued incessantly.

"How can this be!"

"That is the power of Hell!"

"But Your Majesty, we are the subjects of the Sun God; how can we collude with Hell?" A general who had guarded the South for years stood up, half-knelt in the direction of the King.

"Yes, this is the City of Sunrise, a place covered in brilliance, how can such evil exist here?"

And Tierna swung her wings in mid-air, lowering her head silently.

As Wilhelm's personally appointed Divine Duke, his well-known confidant, Tierna had long known that the King had signed a pact with Zarriel, but she had no choice anymore.

The general named Clarence stood tall with his sword, speaking sonorously, "Your Majesty, I advise you to find your way back soon, return to the embrace of the Sun God, and walk the righteous path—"

Just then, he raised his head, unexpectedly meeting Wilhelm's gaze.

Clarence suddenly realized that Wilhelm's eyes were exceptionally cold, carrying a certain bone-chilling coldness that made him feel as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.

What kind of gaze was that!

Obviously holy golden pupils, yet like a devouring vortex, as if about to draw his soul in!

It seemed like it was only then that Clarence truly recognized this "Angel King."

"Within the territory of Holy Fadlan, my orders are the highest command. Do you intend to start a rebellion? Or even... oppose me?"

"No, Your Majesty, that's not what I meant..."

Clarence's face turned deathly pale, collapsing to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Wilhelm looked down at him from above, his gaze icy, voice as sharp as the wind: "With the enemy before us, internal peace must be secured first. Holy Guard, clear out these traitors!"

"Yes, Your Majesty! Remove the rebels!"

The "Holy Guard," those Hell Puppets, flapped their black wings, diving in, the scorched chains wrapping Clarence tightly.

Clarence struggled madly, the chains burning conspicuous scars into his skin, as he wailed miserably, "Your Majesty, don't kill me! I've fought far and wide for the Kingdom, put my life on the line for over twenty years!"

Yet the emotionless Holy Guard did not care, they swung their burning longswords, cleanly and decisively striking Clarence's neck.

"Swish—"

The head rolled several times on the ground, even in death, still bearing an expression of disbelief.

Clarence never imagined being executed so easily, despite having guarded the South for years, as a distinguished general.

August City fell into silence, not a sound was heard.

And Wilhelm's cold voice echoed over the city: "Did you see clearly? This is the fate of a rebel!"

Under the watchful eyes of the Thrace People, Wilhelm donned golden armor, wielding the Spiral Spear, his six wings stretching out, the light wheel behind his head releasing tens of thousands of rays.

The form of this "Angel King" was still so holy and majestic, like the descending Sun God's Son, bringing endless light and heat.

Yet those Hell Puppets, with hollow eyes and bodies full of cracks, flapped their black wings, surrounding Wilhelm, intertwining light and darkness, sacredness and evil, rendering the scene somewhat eerie.

Just then, a loud roar came from afar; Stieg raised his neck in a long howl, as the Imperial Dragon Group returned in force, various sub-dragons flapping their wings, surging towards the city walls like the tide.

Wilhelm raised the Spiral Spear, roaring: "Holy Guard, annihilate these blasphemers!"

Before the words fell, the Hell Puppets rushed in a gathered dive at incredible speed, forming a speckled torrent in the sky, clashing with the Imperial Dragon Group.

In an instant, the power from Aphernas erupted, the raging Hellfire soared, enveloping the sky; countless sub-dragons burned by the flames, screamed, and plummeted toward the ground.

"Extinguish the enemy's hope flames, enforce order with an iron fist, the Dragon Lord above all!" Anthony raised his spear, leapt up, directly piercing the heart of a Hell Puppet.

Dragon Favored Paladins clanged longswords against heavy shields, the sound thunderous, their unshakable conviction, will consolidated into a massive Red Dragon phantom, pouncing towards those Holy Guard.

"Roar—"

The Red Dragon phantom unleashed a torrent of Dragonflame, instantly turning several Hell Puppets to ashes.

But these guys showed no fear, encircling the Red Dragon phantom completely, attacking with Hell's strength, creating dense wounds on that phantom.

"For Thrace! For Holy Fadlan!" Tierna raised the Judgment Sword, releasing a pillar of light soaring into the sky, leading Angel Divine Descendants into the fray, joining Holy Guard in the siege of the Red Dragon phantom.

The former Sun God's Favored, the Justice Vanguard resisting evil powers, now fought side by side with Hell's Puppets, seeming rather ironic.

The situation grew more chaotic and disorderly, even players joined the melee; they floated using Flight Magic or leapt with their strong constitution, hunting the Holy Guard in mid-air.