Roar.
The adult dragon roared in the sky, and blazing dragonfire swept from north to south, burning all things to ash. A scorched fragrance rose from the searing soil, and then the dragon's claws descended from the heavens, tearing dozens of Dawn Believer soldiers apart.
No scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere appeared. Christman was puzzled. It lowered its head and saw a vast spread of shattered white matter and fluid.
What was this? It seemed to be some kind of hard bone substance. Under its claws, it had not even been ground to powder, which was enough to prove that this bone was no weaker than metal armor.
Something was wrong. By the time Christman came back to its senses, its draconic body had already been dragged downward by a tremendous force. Dust billowed up, and the dragon was surrounded by soldiers brimming with divinity. They held white swords in their hands and stabbed at the dragon again and again.
"What is that?"
In the sky, Count Clayton watched the dragon suffer a setback and was naturally astonished. Then he discovered that the soldiers of the Church of Dawn ahead were not at all as he had imagined. They... were no longer human.
"Divine Art..."
If there was no other explanation, then this was the only answer. The power of gods was omnipotent.
"Damn it!"
With something like this happening, it meant the war had gone out of control. Floyd also reined in his horse and stopped advancing. He was the emperor; though brave in battle, he could not be reckless.
"Kill your way through!"
In the end, Count Clayton gritted his teeth. As his words fell, a fiery-red wind swept past the Empire's dense black army. The Blaze Dragon Knights charged at the very front, and beneath