In the sky, the Frost Dragon circled, then dove down from the sea of clouds. Its savage claws tore through the hazy holy light permeating the void, and the instant that primal, wild power descended, the Mute Ascetic's strength was crushed. Blood flowed from all seven orifices.
He did not look up at the dragon in the sky, but cast his gaze to the other side.
Archbishop Dean's expression looked rather ugly, but he still refused to admit his own mistake.
"The dragon appeared too quickly. The priests' Divine Arts simply couldn't be readied in time."
Ice-white dragon breath swept across the earth. Wherever it passed, all things were sealed in ice. The fanatical Dawn Believers finally calmed down at that moment, staring in terror at the Frost Dragon wreaking havoc in the sky.
Dragon might was terrifying. Dragons were born as higher life-forms, and that instinctive trembling of the soul was difficult to erase even with faith in the Lord of Dawn. Arryris's intelligence tilted the scales of war. It could easily distinguish the Empire soldiers on the battlefield from the Church of Dawn's believer-soldiers, and wherever its dragon breath passed, the densely packed Dawn Believers had no way to dodge and turned into ice sculptures. The priests among them could break through the ice, but how long could they hold out?
"Boss."
Beside Ryan, the towering Armored Bear impatiently shook its head and brought Borgeld to the front. The burly legion commander asked eagerly. "Go. Be careful."
"What about those people?"
Borgeld hesitated a little, because both sides on this battlefield were human. According to her understanding, Boss Ryan very much did not want war to bring endless death.
Population was important.
"Could they possibly become my subjects?"
Ryan pointed ahead. The believers of Dawn had already been