Ashen Dragon

"Bold fiend, I saw at a glance that you are not human!"

The Mighty Heavenly Dragon roared in anger, using the city wall as a stepping stone, leaping hundreds of meters high.

Immediately, the Six-Armed Monk wildly swung his fists in mid-air, creating afterimages. The fierce Qi Force blasted a Hell Puppet into pieces, scattering pitch-black feathers everywhere.

Iron Madman casually found a large Bipedal Wyvern, grabbed it to fly in the sky, and fired the Blast Arrow Rifle with one hand, aiming at a distant Hell Puppet, tearing it apart with a storm of metal shrapnel.

Subsequently, he put the Blast Arrow Rifle back onto his back, swung back and forth holding the Bipedal Wyvern's claws, and lunged tens of meters away with terrifying explosive force, cutting a Hell Puppet in half from the top with his rapidly spinning Chainsaw Sword.

"Boom!"

The Dragon Scale Cultivator grasped half of the Hell Puppet's remains and landed on the ground with the graceful posture of a Hero descending.

"The entire army attacks!"

"Fire!"

Meanwhile, the Imperial Armored Corps outside the city also surged back, giant armors stepping forward, hundreds of tanks racing across the wasteland.

The mortars in the distance all fired simultaneously, the terrifyingly powerful shells pouring onto August City's walls like a storm, the explosions creating flames and thick smoke almost engulfing the walls.

The city wall shook violently, countless rubble falling.

At this critical moment, General Carrel, commander of the third defense zone, suddenly raised his Longsword, shouting hoarsely and raising his arms in rally.

"Everyone—we are the proud people of the Sun God, descendants of Holy Fadlan!

We will never ally with Hell, nor will we tolerate our King, beguiled by Devils, turning our relatives, friends—our compatriots into filthy puppets, selling their souls!"

"Carrel! You're courting death!"

Wilhelm's face sank, becoming particularly ferocious, overwhelming pressure descended from the sky, sweeping in.

Even with the pressure bearing down, Carrel, with his own Will, stubbornly supported himself without bending his knees.

His voice was hoarse, yet so firm and powerful: "This is not some noble virtue, just the fundamental line a Fadlan person must have. To protect it, I'm willing to sacrifice my Life!"

General Carrel pointed his sword to Wilhelm in the sky, his eyes still exhausted but revealing unparalleled determination.

"In the name of Queen Amanata, I hereby declare—that existence, blinded by strength and led into darkness by Devils, sacrificing citizens for personal ambition, is no longer fit to be our ruler!"

He shouted like a Martyr: "For Amanata, for Holy Fadlan, and for true light and justice! Attack!"

In an instant, the gates of the third defense zone slowly opened, General Carrel's thousands of loyal Soldiers raised their weapons, attacking the Holy Guard behind them.

But before the sky-shielding Holy Guard, the powerful and sacred Angel King, they were like moths drawn to a Flame.

But soon, the Empire's army poured into August City from the third defense zone's gate, fighting alongside the rebellious Thrace Soldiers, marching grandly towards Wilhelm.

"General Carrel..."

"He, has he betrayed?"

But more Thrace People stood in place, at a loss, unsure whether to support their loyal ruler or the General fighting for justice and reason.

Even Tierna was momentarily stunned, and soon sighed softly for this old comrade.

Watching the soldiers who turned sides, Wilhelm's flawless face twisted, the pupil in that day wheel revealed uncontainable rage and endless hatred.

"Carrel, I once valued you so highly, yet you betrayed my trust.

Finally, the King took action personally, Wilhelm waved six wings, slowly raising the Final Judgment Spear in his hand, the sharp spear tip enveloped in golden light, aimed at Carrel in the distance.

"I'll use your corpse to make everyone in August understand—I am the Kingdom, I am Thrace! I am Fadlan! Anyone who goes against me has only one path—death!!"

Before his words finished, the golden light already condensed into a giant spear over twenty meters long, appearing like a Divine weapon to judge all beings.

Facing the overwhelming force pressuring him, Carrel panted heavily, legs trembling, using all his strength to stand up.

He raised his head, pupils reflecting the brilliant light, yet his gaze remained fearless: "False King...your Ruling...will ultimately be overthrown by the true Sun!"

Upon hearing this, Wilhelm's eyes widened in fury, the pupil bursting with scorching rage: "I am the true successor of Fadlan!"

"Boom—"

Thunderous sounds echoed across the sky, the spiral spear in Wilhelm's hand suddenly thrust out, the sharp spear tip piercing through space.

The giant spear formed by golden light descended from the sky, transforming into a rainbow piercing the sky, extremely sacred yet filled with the power to shoot down all.

When only a hundred meters from the ground, it split into thousands of Light Spears, densely occupying the sky, aiming at Carrel and his loyal army.

"I will never yield to a false king!"

Carrel shouted furiously, using his last strength to swing his Longsword.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of flesh being torn apart was heard.

Carrel's body stiffened, his chest pierced by a thick Light Spear, leaving a huge void, even the heart no longer exists, burned to ashes.