Above the sky, the Demon Dragons spread their wings and roared, spewing flames, turning all living beings in their path into rolling infernos.
On the ground, warriors roared and danced wildly, their steel blades slashing, trampling flesh and bone amidst the surging tide of demons.
Beneath the Wall of Valyria, it was already a bloody, reeking slaughterhouse.
"Everyone, sonic blast!" Bartoli's short hair danced wildly in the gale, her powerful voice reaching the ears of every Wyvern Knight.
Buzz, buzz, buzz,
An invisible sound wave vibrated through the air, rolling rapidly like ripples in water. All the Batwing Wyverns simultaneously vibrated their tentacles, emitting an invisible sound wave that swept across the demons in front of them, knocking dozens, even hundreds, of demons from the sky.
Low-level demons shrieked, flapping their wings erratically, trying to steady themselves, their eyes, a mix of destruction and chaos, showing panic.
Bartoli, riding the Swift Shadow, the leader of the Wyverns , swept through the air. The long, thick dragon spear in her hand didn't need to be swung; it only needed to be held tightly between her elbow and waist.
Utilizing the Wyvern's speed, which was even faster than a true dragon's, imparted an unstoppable force and penetrating power to the dragon spear, impaling and stringing together those unstable figures in the sky on its blood-stained tip.
The Wyvern Knights on both sides roared, forming a triangular assault formation with Bartoli, their leader. The dragon spears in their hands, carrying the Flying Dragons' momentum, combined with the sharp claws and bites of their mounts, directly pierced a gap through the demons.
The Dragon Kings Knights of the Targaryen Family and the Dragon King Knights of the Orion Family rode the two largest black false Dragons(wyverns). Their two-hundred-meter-long bodies were followed by Demon Dragons of various scale colors, charging forward, faithfully performing their duty, guarding the flanks of the Wyvern Knight Order.
"Dracarys, Baelorion!"
"Dracarys, Rahasix!"
The Dragon Knights brandished their longswords and roared loudly.
The enormous wyverns, working in perfect sync with their knights, roared and opened their fanged mouths. Flames surged out at extreme speed, producing a sharp sonic boom in the air, landing on the demons attempting to flank them.
Blazing heat waves swept through, and the Wyverns furious flames directly incinerated some weaker demons into ash. Even the Shadow Demons lurking in the shadows seemed unable to escape the Wyverns mundane flames, turning into black smoke and screaming as they became ash.
The layer of black smoke, like death qi, on the bodies of a few mid-level demons mixed among the low-level ones was ignited by the dragon flames and rapidly consumed, but it allowed them to avoid the initial wave of damage from the dragon flames.
This allowed a few mid-level demons to break through the Wyverns flames and leap onto the knights who were firmly strapped to the Wyverns backs.
"Cowardly mortals, this will be a slaughter," a mid-level demon howled in Demonic Tongue. Its lower claws firmly pierced the Wyverns back, its left claw twisted the Dragon Knight's head, and its right claw plunged towards the knight's heart.
"Aoooh!"
The Demon Dragon's back was pierced by the claws, letting out a pained roar. Its stable flight began to waver as it tried to shake the demon off.
But neither the knight nor the demon could be easily thrown off; they had no time to spare for the Wyverns beneath them. The glint of claws and sword blades was enough to decide the victor in an instant.
The leather armor worn by the Dragon Knight was like fragile thin paper before the mid-level demon's claws and teeth, easily pierced by the demon's sharp claws, crushing the Dragon Knight's heart.
But the Dragon Knight knew his own strength and that he could not resist this powerful demon, capable of avoiding dragon flame damage, so he gave up on defense from the very beginning.
The Valyrian steel sword in his hand met the pouncing demon immediately, simultaneously piercing the demon's tough body defense, which was comparable to oxhide used for shields.
The sharp blade pierced the heart, exchanging the life of a mortal for the life of these evil demons.
"In the name of bronze and fire, in this battle, I have given my all…" Blood foam overflowed from the Targaryen Dragon King Family Knight's features. With his last ounce of strength, he pushed the Valyrian steel sword in his hand forward.
Bang!
The knight's bravery made the wounded demon even more furious. Its heart, structured differently from ordinary creatures, did not suffer a fatal injury. It shrieked and crushed the knight's head.
Then it ripped out the knight's bloody heart and swallowed it whole.
"Burn it, Dracarys!"
A wyvern swept across the sky, spewing flames at the knight's command, engulfing both the demon and the wyvern in its fury.
The demon and the wyvern simultaneously let out pained roars under the scorching flames, then fell together into the sea.
Demons fell in batches, and knights also dwindled one by one, trading blood for blood, bone for bone.
Boom! The wildly swinging hammer struck forward with a fierce and dominant momentum. The giant hammer shimmered with light, like hot white lightning and thunder leaping.
Dozens of charging demons were swept away by Leggins's hammer. The bones of the demons that came into contact with the hammer were directly shattered and cracked by its unmatched force. Their bodies, flying backward, carried the residual force, knocking away all the surrounding demons.
Leggins remained calm in battle, yet his fierce aura made even the pouncing demons feel a chill.
The hammer in his hand was not only incredibly powerful, but every contact between a weapon's claw and the hammer was accompanied by a mental shock and spiritual blow, as if whipping the demons' souls, making it difficult for these demons to resist.
Even mid-tier demons couldn't withstand a single round in the face of this fierce legion battle.
The power of Psionics originated from the influence and inspiration of the Ancestral Red Dragon, but in each person's hands, it would manifest different power depending on their individual will and spirit.
The bonus from dragon blood and the power of Psionics made this warrior almost unstoppable on the battlefield.
A hot white light almost radiated from the eyes of this legion commander, making his aura grow even stronger.
"Repent, you bastards!"
Gilinis dodged a heavy blow from a tall, giant bull demon. His left leg kicked out sideways, and with immense force, he directly snapped the joint of the giant bull demon's leg, which was as thick as a massive tree, causing it to fall sideways with a crunch.
Bang! Gilinis's hammer immediately fell, smashing the entire facial skull of the giant bull demon to pieces.
He swung his hammer and strode forward, leading the legion warriors in a charge, attracting more and more demons, which significantly weakened the demons' assault on the city wall, alleviating the pressure on the city's defenses and giving many spellcasters time to rest.
Boom!
Sahar, the Dragonborne Werewolf, spat a fireball from his mouth, which slammed into the demon horde. The raging fireball, like a wizard's explosive fireball spell, directly exploded within the demon horde, instantly shattering a dozen demons. Foul-smelling blood and severed limbs flew everywhere.
"Stay close to me, don't fall behind," the Dragonborne Werewolf roared, smoke rising from his mouth.
The Dragonborn bloodline granted Sahar powers similar to a dragon blood Sorcerer. Not only did he gain powerful spells like Dragon Breath, but he also received the gift of the fireball spell that Ancestral Red Dragons awaken in their infancy.
This gave the werewolf, who was already a powerful warrior, more offensive options on the battlefield. Moreover, bloodline sorcerers are different from spellcasters; these sorcerers don't need to cast spells, which means this werewolf could casually unleash a spell bombardment on enemies while swinging his heavy sword.
Under the leadership of these two strongest warriors, the Dragon Legion warriors actually began to push upstream on the Valyria Avenue, the only passage, like a stubborn rock cutting through water, beginning to attract the attention of the vast majority of demons.
Many demons who had rushed past these warriors no longer targeted the mountain-like city wall; they turned around, intent on killing these warriors who dared to actively attack the demons.
And so, the Dragon Legion warriors also began to suffer casualties.
Two Titanoboas were on the flanks of the legion. Their steel-like scales were sufficient to resist most demons' claws and weapons. Their massive bodies and strength were their strongest weapons; each tail whip and body roll could send ten or more demons flying or crush them to death.
Demons that tasted bad would be shredded by the two pythons' hook-like fangs and then spat out. Demons that tasted good would be directly swallowed by the two pythons to replenish their expended stamina and strength.
But under the increasing attacks from more and more demons, increasingly deep marks began to appear on the scales of these two Titanoboas.
"These useless things are truly unbearable to use."
On the hills across the strait, unlike other places where demons stretched as far as the eye could see, there were almost no demons here, only a sparse hundred or so high-level demons loosely gathered.
Because Great Demon Sakres stood here, his chaotic, violent, and powerful aura prevented low- and mid-level demons from daring to approach.
From his appearance, it was impossible to discern the race of Sakretes, the Great Demon.
His inverted triangular goat-like head was deep black. On both sides of his face, beneath his massive bull horns, were covered with coiled barbs and small sharp horns. Dozens of curved fangs protruded from his irregular mouth.
His massive fleshy wings had dozens of eyes of varying sizes blinking, as if the wings had a life of their own. On the wing tips of the fleshy wings grew scythe-like plates.
His claws were comparable to a true dragon's, but his lower limbs were a pair of bull hooves. His entire body was filled with bulging, knotted muscles, immediately bringing to mind the word "strength."
Innate purple evil flames floated like a layer of purple smoke among the mane on the Great Demon's back.
A powerful aura emanated from this Great Demon, an aura inherent to powerful creatures, making surrounding low-level demons not even dare to glance in his direction.
Even these high-level demons, including high-ranking species like Barlogs and Six-Armed Snake Demons, felt the Great Demon's body to be incredibly colossal when they saw him.
Their chaotic minds felt heavy, as if facing a mountain, while they themselves bore heavy shackles and chains.
This was a suppression of aura, making these demons, whose strength could not compare to the Great Demon's, feel incredibly insignificant in his presence from the bottom of their hearts.
A Soul Reaper Demon cautiously said, "Lord Sakretes, those are Dragon Warriors, bearing dragon blood. They are stronger than low-level demons. And those warriors who have stolen the blood of Great Demons also possess a higher bloodline than low-level demons."
Great Demon Sakres's small eyes on his inverted triangular head showed approval. He looked at the high-level Soul Reaper Demon, who was eager to prove himself, and chuckled softly, "Heh heh, not bad, you are very smart. Come here and tell me your name."
The high-level Soul Reaper Demon's heart swelled with joy. If he could gain the appreciation of the powerful Great Demon and be bestowed with some power, perhaps he could elevate his rank.
So he lowered his head and walked over, saying, "Lord Sakretes, I—"
Splat!
The Great Demon's claw covered the Soul Reaper Demon's head, then directly crushed its skull, leaving its unfinished words forever in its mouth.
"Heh heh heh, in this world, you are the smartest. Did I not see it?" Sakretes's small eyes revealed a look of pleasure.
He extended his tongue, covered in barbed thorns, and licked the fluid on his hand, narrowing his eyes.
"Go, kill all these troublesome fellows and bring their souls back intact. I want these brave warriors to become my servants."
"Then destroy the last civilization in this world and make this world my hatchery."
"Yes, Lord Sakretes."
Berserker Demons, Six-Armed Snake Demons, Barlogs, Infernal Demons—one high-level demon after another, having received the Great Demon's command, began to join the battlefield.
But Sakres suddenly turned his head. In the powerful demon's perception, far away in this world, at the direction of the passage he had once descended from, a powerful aura was suddenly descending, as if another powerful Demon Lord was about to cross over from another plane.
This aura was so conspicuous that the other auras he also perceived, which were different from demons, seemed somewhat insignificant.
"Is that... a Dragon?"
...
The land of Asshai was once a city where magic flourished in this world. For countless years, the magical power of this place has never disappeared. Red Priestess Nalia, the Red Robed Witch, spent her childhood here.
It is said that the rivers here always flowed with green water, and countless toxic gases and sulfur were in the rivers, causing the people in this city, though living by the water, to still need to purchase water and food from other cities.
And the Shadow Lands of Asshai were right next to the city of Asshai. An ancient river—the Ash River—flowed out of the Shadow Lands and into the sea.
The banks of the Ash River were high cliffs, with rock walls pressing together, so the river water could only flow in shadow, only occasionally basking in the sun's glory when the sun was directly overhead.
The sheer cliffs were riddled with caves. According to stories from Shadowbinders who had visited the Shadow Lands, it was said that devils, Demon Dragons, and even more terrifying creatures nested there.
The deeper one went into the Shadow Lands, the more twisted and terrifying the creatures became.
And in a river valley in the mountains, there was a ruined city called Stygai, surrounded by ghost grass, which grew taller than a person on horseback.
But the usually silent city ruins began to subtly vibrate.
Countless ghost grasses rustled with the vibration, like ghosts softly wailing.
Boom! Invisible vibrations spread through the ruined city, causing the buildings that had stood for ages to crumble.
A colossal floating island, having traversed from the void, abruptly appeared as a projection above the city ruins.