Ashen Dragon-Chapter 566 - 27 Dolores
Chapter 566: Chapter 27 Dolores
Chapter 566 -27 Dolores
Imperial’s Wall, Dragon Scale Fortress.
This is the most critical central area of the entire defense line and the joint command center for this war.
The senior officials of the Imperial Military Department were overseeing everything from within this fortress, planning tactics, coordinating various areas, and managing departments like combat, training, scouting, communications, and military affairs.
At this moment within the Dragon Scale Fortress, the atmosphere was quite heavy.
On the fortress’s walls, Magic Images of various defensive areas were displayed, all currently occupied by ferocious, twisted demons.
Almost all the senior officers remained silent, sitting upright in their respective places, all staring intently at those Magic Images.
Too many.
There were simply too many demons; they were everywhere, endless in sight.
Even these battle-hardened imperial officers had never seen such a scale of enemy.
“Huh—”
And Marshal Dolores turned his back, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his expression unseen, only the smoke he exhaled and his towering figure visible.
“Share your thoughts— you saw them too, those demons.”
“This…”
As a military advisor, Adrowell looked at the surging Magic Tide with a ghostly expression.
Even this adult Silver Dragon, who had constantly been at the forefront of fighting demons, had never witnessed such a horrific sight.
“Rift demons, Giant Bull Demons, Soul Judgment Demons, Six-Armed Serpent Demons…”
He recognized them carefully, muttering the names of the demons as if enumerating cherished possessions.
“Even… Barlow Flame Demons.”
At this point, Adrowell couldn’t help but murmur, “Bahamut above, such a level of demon invasion…
Honestly, such an Abyssal Legion hasn’t been seen in the Prime Material World for over a thousand years; had I not seen it with my own eyes, I would suspect I had arrived at the battlegrounds of Aphernas.”
Adrowell’s sigh carried genuine emotion, because the situation was indeed just so.
The Abyssal Legion was filled with too many demons, including many middle and even high-rank powerful demons among the Magic Tide.
Without mincing words, extracting just a tenth of these from the Magic Tide could easily obliterate the former Northern United Kingdom and take over all of Anzeta.
But their current enemy was the Empire.
The Ashen Empire.
A nation ruled by giant dragons, a dreadful war machine, a haven for the strong and ambitious.
Dolores had great confidence, in his heart, even an enormous legion of abyssal demons could not shake the Empire in the slightest.
Adrowell whispered cautiously, “Lord Dolores, neither in scale nor strength can ordinary people withstand these demons… At least, I’ve never seen such an invasion before.
To minimize casualties, might you consider avoiding the brunt, think about retreating—”
“Retreat?”
Dolores sneered.
“Like a coward—running away with our tails between our legs before the fight has even started? That’s not the style of Imperial people.”
Adrowell shook his head, his expression grave, “No, that’s not what I meant. The Empire’s territory is so vast, perhaps we could trade space for time, seek more support…”
“Enough, Lord Adrowell.”
The Dragon Vein Gnome Grand Marshal raised a hand, from his nostrils flaring hot smoke.
His fanged mouth slightly curved up, a menacing smile appearing on that ugly face, murky eyes twinkling dimly.
“You might understand the abyssal demons well, but you don’t understand The Ashen Empire, nor do you grasp the pride deep in the bones of Imperial people.”
Dolores turned around, casually tossing the cigarette to the ground and then fiercely stomping it out.
The Great Goblin’s tone grew increasingly vehement, as if containing long-suppressed fury.
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“For over a decade, I have personally witnessed the Ashen Empire expanding through battle after battle under the invincible leadership of His Majesty Cassius, growing stronger with each victory.
And this time, even if the opponent is an abyssal demon, the result will always be the same—victory! If we cannot win, then we will bravely embrace death!”
Upon hearing this, all the senior officers in the fortress—whether Human, Great Goblin, Tiefling, Ogre, or Lizardfolk—unanimously stood up and placed their clenched fists over their hearts.
Loyalty!
Devotion to the Empire!
Looking around at the officers who were frenzied and eager to die for the Empire, Adrowell was momentarily bewildered, unsure what to say.
He had not yet accustomed himself to the Empire’s unique customs and still habitually viewed the Empire as he would a human kingdom—which was obviously foolish.
Dolores drew the longsword hanging at his waist, his face fierce, his expression feverish, and he commanded the messenger at the door, word by word, “Tell them, don’t hold back, go for saturation fire coverage!
After being frugal for so long… this time, I’m going to thoroughly enjoy blasting those abyssal bastards with the Empire’s shells!”
The Great Goblin’s eyes were bloodshot, white smoke billowing from his nostrils, panting with extreme excitement.
The other senior officers were equally expectant, their multi-colored eyes filled with anticipation.
“This is… the Empire.”
Adrowell marveled inwardly; that seemingly unstoppable Magic Tide seemed less terrifying at the moment.
…
The existence of abyssal demons is a curse in itself, as they gradually corrupt the surrounding environment until it becomes a hellish landscape of The Abyss.
On this cursed wasteland, souls of Chaotic Evil constantly linger, and from the crevices in the ground, fresh blood seeps out, with blood-drenched organs sprouting from the soil.
Originally gentle and good forest deer were now red-eyed and mad, relentlessly charging at everything they saw until they killed themselves.
These hundreds of thousands of demons crowded together, recklessly moving northward, their shrill, noisy screams making all creatures tremble.
Wherever they went, any living thing was slain, leaving only broken ruins and sickening bloodstains.
Behind the Magic Tide, on a throne made of flesh and bones atop an Abyssal Drake—
Leo Boske gazed into the distance, his eyes harboring both hatred and mockery.
“Ha ha ha, it seems you are scared after all…
But… such ridiculous toys cannot withstand the great Abyssal Legion, nor can they stop my revenge.”
The demon’s body trembled, and the vision of the Red Dragon being torn apart by him surfaced in his decayed brain.
He pointed the Flaming Longsword northward, bellowing at all the surrounding demons: “Warriors from The Abyss, crush them! Completely demolish—”
“Whoosh—”
A shrill noise sounded.
Listening to that familiar sound, the former Duke Leo immediately realized—it was the screeching of shells flying through the sky.
Then, along that entire defensive line, that chilling howl sounded, making the Northerners’ hearts skip a beat.
“Boom!”
The earth shook, flames burst forth, and a massive explosion occurred amidst the surging Magic Tide, like a terrifying blossom unfolding, instantly melting hundreds of Coward Demons on the spot.
“Howl—”
The demons caught within the range of the explosion had just enough time to let out a pitiful howl before being engulfed.
However, this was just the beginning.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
The ground trembled violently, a series of explosions continuously occurred, creating a sea of flames that spread across the vast plain.
“This is bad…”
“No, no, this can’t be right, how could their cannons be effective against higher-ranking demons!”
Leo muttered to himself, his body shaking, possibly recalling those unbearable memories, thinking of the nightmare of the North being annihilated by cannon fire.
