Ashen Dragon

"Revenge—"

Barlow Flame Demon roared.

If this terrible slash fell, it was very possible that the Imperial's Wall would be directly destroyed by this force.

"Hahaha!"

"These mortals are finished!"

"We will slaughter them all!"

The demon horde behind let out a frenzied cheer, their eyes alight with frenzy, envy, or jealousy as they gazed at the Flame Demon in the sky.

Power, immense power.

This was the only thing valued in the Abyss.

The demons pushed forward wave after wave to the front lines, launching another offensive, and it was as if they already saw the defense being breached, the city becoming ruins, and blood flowing everywhere.

Such places were their playgrounds.

"The Dragon Lord above all!"

"Dragon Favored Paladins, the time to prove your loyalty has come! Stop these demons that defile the Dragon Lord!"

Suddenly, a resonant battle cry rang out, followed by the sound of orderly footsteps.

Knights clad in crimson gold armor and wielding giant shields appeared before Barlow Flame Demon.

Leo looked down upon these steadfast Paladins with a hoarse voice emanating from his throat.

"Hehehe...

Dragon Favored Paladins, the Red Dragon's loyal hounds..."

Leo still remembered, years ago when he was still a mortal, it was these minions of the evil dragons who had destroyed his proud foundation, the Lionheart Knights.

A deep hatred suddenly surged in Barlow Flame Demon's eyes, and rage spouted from those turbid pupils.

"But who gave you the courage—to appear before me!"

He flapped his wings and raised the Storm Giant Sword in his hand, diving down with a terrifying oppressive might.

Anthony clenched the spear bearing the flag, raised his Giant Shield, and shouted loudly, "Dragon Vein Shackles! Hold against this attack!"

Instantly, the searing Dragon Vein Shackles tightly linked the hundreds of Dragon Favored Paladins present.

The power of the Red Dragon glowed within the shackles, the Flame Aura enveloping them.

At this moment, they were like a scarlet fortress.

All the Dragon Favored Paladins raised their giant shields, focusing intently on their positions, ready to receive the fierce charge of the Flame Demon.

"Boom!"

The sky-rumbling thunder roared, lightning bolts as thick as wrists fell from the sky, striking those raised giant shields.

Arcs of electricity danced among the crowd, the Dragon Favored Paladins gritting their teeth and withstanding the bombardment of thunder and lightning.

The next moment, Barlow Flame Demon swung the nearly ten-meter-long Storm Giant Sword down fiercely, creating a powerful slash infused with endless thunder.

"For the Dragon Lord!"

Anthony stood with his Giant Shield at the forefront, the Dragon Vein Shackles on him flickering with light.

"Boom!"

The moment they collided with the thunderous slash, he and the elite Paladins next to him were violently blown away.

A terrible storm of thunder enveloped the surroundings, bright lightning crackling on the Paladins, creating charred streaks.

The hundred and fifty people within the formation collectively absorbed the damage from the thunder, barely blocking this terrible strike.

"How is this possible?"

Even Barlow Flame Demon was somewhat astonished; could these insignificant mortals actually block his strike?

But soon, a fierce smile appeared again on Leo's face as he raised his right hand with the Flame Whip, cracking it against the ground with a loud report.

"Snap!"

"Pitiable yet fortunate creatures, you were able to withstand once, but can you withstand a second time?"

Anthony drew out the Longsword behind him, which symbolized the authority of the Dragon Oath Sanctuary, and roared exhaustively, his face crested with raised Dragon Scales.

"With an iron fist—"

"The Dragon Lord above all—"

"For the King of Ashen!"

All the Dragon Favored Paladins raised their weapons, shouting out the oath they had once made.

Under their heavy helmets, their eyes shimmered with devotion, and it could even be said, zeal.

"Roar—"

The prolonged roar seemed to come from ancient times, echoing over the wasteland.

Above the battlefield, the billowing flames gradually converged, and the phantom dragon slowly flapped its wings, gazing down upon the Barlow Flame Demon with those pale golden pupils.

This was the Dragon Lord's Descent!

Leo lifted his head, and a look of panic unconsciously surfaced on his ferocious and terrifying face.

"Cassius..."

No, that's not right! That's just an illusion! Do you really think you can fool me with that reptile's illusion?

"Damn mortals!"

Barlow Flame Demon suddenly shook his head, snapping back to reality, then erupted like thunder, emitting an irritated roar.

Anthony raised the Flaming Longsword high, leading the will of the Dragon Favored Paladins, and shouted,

"Attack! The Dragon Lord has already bestowed upon us the power to be invincible in battle!"

The Fire Dragon avatar opened its vast maw again, letting out a roar full of intimidating might, flapping those broad wings, and flew towards the direction of the demon.

"You think—this kind of thing can stop me?"

"I will first destroy this ridiculous illusion, then kill its true body!"

Barlow Flame Demon roared furiously, wielding the Storm Giant Sword and the Flame Whip, unleashing scorching flames and terrifying lightning.

But the Red Dragon phantom raised its head and howled, its gaping mouth like a vortex, sucking in all the flames and lightning, growing bigger and more substantial.

It also expelled billows of black smoke from its body—those were the impurities of The Abyss.

The Red Dragon avatar formed by [Dragon Lord's Descent] possessed a part of the Ashen Empire's Emperor's abilities and could even be considered his incarnation.

As a ruler of the elements, whether it was thunder or flame, both would only make it stronger.

"Damn it..."

Barlow Flame Demon grimaced furiously, promptly soared upwards, swinging the Storm Giant Sword at the neck of the Red Dragon avatar in a cleaving motion.

However, the Red Dragon avatar beat its wings and abruptly flew backwards ten meters, easily dodging the slash.

"Ao!"

Then, it took the opportunity to dive, plunging its blazing claws into Barlow Flame Demon's shoulder and entangled with him in mid-air.

Barlow Flame Demon struggled fiercely, continuously flapping his wings and swinging his weapons, finally disengaging from the close-quarters combat.

"Damn you mortals!"

"I will kill you all!"

This time, Leo changed tactics, bypassing the avatar of the Red Dragon, and attacked its creator.

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, Barlow Flame Demon dove from the sky towards the Dragon Oath Holy Knights Legion on the ground, with the lightning of the Storm Giant Sword in his hands growing increasingly blinding.

If only he could kill these annoying mortals and destroy the Red Dragon's army, all troubles would be easily solved.

Yet, his wish was once again unfulfilled.

"Roar—"

A blast of frost came from the side, instantly freezing half of Barlow Flame Demon's wing.

A massive and vigorous Silver Dragon flew in from afar, flapping its fin-like wings, opening its huge maw, and spewing out an extremely cold, frost-white Breath.

Barlow Flame Demon stimulated the flames within his body, directly melting the frost, maintaining balance in mid-air.

But in the next moment, with a fluctuation of space, a burly Ogre Mage appeared not far behind him, raising the Mithril Staff in his hand, pointing it towards him.

Ramp unhesitatingly released the spell he had prepared.

"High-level Demon-binding Spell!"

A pale red beam shot out from the staff, striking Barlow Flame Demon's body, a large, complex spell imprisoning the demon like a prison.

Barlow Flame Demon was fixed in place, unable to move.

"NOW! This demon is too powerful, I can't hold it for long!"

Amidst the swirling flame and flying sparks, a series of flame portals tore through space, and several Dragon Pact Warlocks appeared in the sky.

Misha stared at the immobilized Barlow Flame Demon, her golden eyes brimming with intense firelight, filled with hatred.

She slowly raised her hand.

"Leo Boske..."

"Face my revenge!"

"Boom—"