Entangled War Clouds

Accompanied by intense music and the roar of cannons, the legions of the Embers of the Burned Empire gradually approached the walls of Collins. At this moment, the terrible beast finally revealed its fangs.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Shells streaked across the sky and landed in the Aisel Allied Forces's positions, causing a series of violent explosions.

"Ah!"

"Careful!"

"My arm! I can't feel it!"

The soldiers wailed and screamed as they were often struck by flying shrapnel and engulfed by raging flames under the intense Fire Coverage.

The officer brandished his saber and shouted, "Fight back! What the hell are your artillery pieces for?"

As a former major city in Thrace, Aisel also purchased advanced artillery from the Embers of the Burned Empire and has its own artillery legion. Duke Walter believes that they can also mount a certain counterattack.

But soon, the officers realized they were sorely mistaken; there were differences between different types of artillery.

The allied soldiers scrambled to get the shells out, stuffed them into the barrels, and frantically aimed at the Embers of the Burned Legion in the distance.

Sparks flew from the muzzle, thick smoke rose, and the shells, which drew graceful arcs in the air, fell helplessly to the tank corps, blasting holes in the wasteland.

Their range was insufficient! Seeing that the counterattack had no effect, the warlord roared angrily, while the soldiers of the Allied Artillery Corps hurriedly loaded shells. Just then, a human soldier looked up, his face filled with despair—his pupils reflected the dense, overwhelming barrage of shells.

"On Amanata."

"Boom!"

In an instant, artillery fire raged, with shells raining down on the Allied artillery positions. Flames and smoke billowed into the sky, and the entire position was engulfed in flames.

The thousands of heavy cannons that Duke Walter had placed his hopes on were now reduced to scrap metal, but the Gold Coin they had spent were actually consumed by the Embers of the Burned Empire to produce more shells and firearms.

In the artillery position of the Embers of the Burned Legion, the Ogre Da Tou, the commander of the artillery legion and wearing the rank of Lieutenant General general, was using binoculars to squint at the sea of fire in the distance.

—That was the Allied artillery position.

"Tsk tsk, foolish southerners, it's utterly ridiculous that they exposed the location of the artillery positions so easily."

Years have passed, and these fools still don't understand the New Era of warfare. It seems that giving them even the best weapons would be a waste; they deserve to be our garbage. The Ogre shook his head and said contemptuously.

He put down his binoculars, smugly pulled out an "Emperor" brand cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

"My lord, let me help you." The Half-Dragon guard beside him hurriedly came over and spat out flames from his mouth to light the fire.

Because the military equipment sold by the Embers of the Burned Empire to the south consisted of old, long-standing stockpiles.

With the Burning Technology Department rapidly advancing its technology tree, the artillery in the hands of the Allied Forces was already at least an era behind the Empire. In terms of range, accuracy, and power, it was mercilessly crushed by the Embers of the Burned Legion's heavy artillery.

Just now, Da Tou easily discovered the Allied artillery positions—they didn't even bother to hide them.

Immediately, Da Tou mobilized hundreds of cannons and launched a fierce bombardment of the Allied positions, carpet-bombing them and instantly turning these old cannons into true scrap metal.

"The cunning Imperial People."

Walter stared at the artillery positions engulfed in flames, his teeth clenched and his brow furrowed in fury.

After experiencing the bombing just now, he realized that Three Great Kingdoms had been deceived by the cunning imperial merchants!

What they were selling weren't new weapons at all; they were clearly outdated junk! And the Gold Coin spent on buying those weapons were used as cannonballs for the Embers of the Burned Empire's invasion!

Thousands of heavy artillery roared in unison, countless shells pierced the sky, thick Gunsmoke obscured the heavens, and intense explosions occurred continuously in the Allied positions. Before the two armies even made contact, the Allied forces had already suffered considerable casualties.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

High above the clouds, Barachiel slowly raised the Lightning Blade in his hand and issued a command to his Celestial Legion: "In the name of Mount Paradise, protect our allies—"

His voice was like thunder, loud and powerful, each word heavy.

Suddenly, the giants, gleaming with golden light, let out a deep battle roar and appeared at the forefront of the highest clouds.

These heavily armored giants were encased in metal from head to toe, with one arm being a spear-like blade and the other a massive shield.

They are the Steadfast Shield Envoy, the solid foundation of the Celestial Legion, enduring wave after wave of demons and monsters without complaint, and resisting deadly attacks from even more powerful enemies.

At this moment, the Steadfast Shield Envoy enormous shield, shoulder to shoulder, forming a tight steel wall in the sky. The huge light shield, thousands of meters wide, unfolded and intercepted almost all the shells falling towards the Allied forces' positions.

Violent explosions bombarded the sturdy wall, causing the Steadfast Shield Envoy to tremble, but none of them retreated; they simply endured the blows silently.

The beautiful trumpeters, like divine messengers, flapped their pure white wings and blew the Silver Horn in their delicate hands. The melodious music echoed across the Allied positions, healing the wounded soldiers.

The Arcane Legion chanted incantations, and accompanied by intense energy fluctuations and flashing lights, brilliant rays of light were bestowed upon the allied soldiers.

Then, various terrifying spells such as meteors, fireballs, ice spikes, and lightning flew into the sky, attacking the rapidly advancing Embers of the Burned Legion not far away.

"Boom!"

A speeding Steam Tank was hit by a fireball, instantly bursting into flames and exploding into a pile of black smoke-belching scrap metal.

On the towering walls of Collins City, thirty Sun God Ballista continuously fired giant arrows trailing light, piercing through the Steam Tank, armored vehicles, and soldiers of the Embers of the Burned Empire from a distance of over a thousand meters.

The furious roar of Arturo, the Dragon Blood Marquis and commander-in-chief of the armored forces, came from the loudspeaker inside the Steam Tank.

"For the Embers of the Burned Empire, for His Your Majesty Keosius, all troops, heed my command! Crush them!"

The steel behemoths roared across the wasteland, and sparks burst from their thick cannons as they blasted towards the Allied army troops, creating terrifying explosions.

Even the heavy shield of the Steadfast Shield Envoy was not indestructible under the special Armor Piercing Shells of the Steam Tank, which were mixed with alloys, and the heavily armored infantrymen would be blown to pieces.

Thick steam and billowing black smoke swept in as these steel behemoths charged toward the allied soldiers.

"Our Fadlan Empire has never had cowards! Do not back down, defend our territory!"

"For Fadlan!"

The officers at the front drew their sabers, let out a heart-wrenching roar, and led their soldiers to charge in front of the tank, wanting to surround and attack this "beast" made of steel.

"Boom--"

However, reality was not the story told by the Bard; the Allied soldiers' spears appeared so pale and powerless in the face of tank armor.

The Steam Tank rolled over without hesitation, splattering blood and bits of flesh everywhere. The tracks were instantly stained with blood, but the Steam Tank continued to roar forward, leaving only bloodstains and debris in its wake.

On the main land battlefield, dozens of Steam Tank, acting as the vanguard, drove straight in, brutally breaking into the Allied positions, tearing apart their defenses, and scattering the Allied forces into countless small, scattered pieces.

These Steam Tank used their powerful main guns to destroy the defensive fortifications built by the Allied forces, while the infantry of Steam Tank Embers of the Burned Empire followed closely behind.

They entered the enemy's position through the gaps created by the tanks' advance, skillfully firing and throwing grenades to form a dense network of fire to cover the tanks' advance.

After countless drills and exercises, the tactics of combined arms warfare were almost ingrained in the bones of these imperial soldiers, becoming a conditioned reflex.

Under the overwhelming onslaught of the Embers of the Burned Legion, the allied soldiers were caught off guard and fell in droves like harvested wheat. In an instant, the front line was littered with corpses and filled with the Gunsmoke.

If it were an ordinary army, it would probably have already fallen into panic and completely collapsed under the Steel Torrent of the Embers of the Burned Empire.

However, the allied forces of North Aisel were composed of extraordinary forces, including the remnants of the Fadlan Empire, the Celestial Legion of the Silver Heaven, and the Arcane Legion of the City of Myriad Laws.

Under the empire's overwhelming offensive, they were only briefly thwarted before quickly adjusting, finding ways to counter it, and launching a fierce counterattack.

The mages of the Arcane Legion chanted incantations, raised their staffs, and dazzling magical lights flashed, causing the surrounding Weave to fluctuate violently.

Various walls of fire, stone, and Wall of Force blocked the steel behemoth's path. Spell-generated clouds obscured their vision, bulging rocks overturned tanks, and sharp ice spikes pierced their armor.

There were even sudden Space Rift that caused the Steam Tank, unable to brake in time, to plunge into the Abyss.

"You overconfident Evil Dragon Claws! I will make you taste the wrath of the descendants of the Sun God!"

The Angel Divine Descendant flapped their wings and hovered in mid-air, their eyes blazing with intense fire, like demigods descending to earth.

The Angel Divine Descendant raised their shattered divine swords in unison, pointing them towards the sky and unleashing an incomparably dazzling light.

Kallen Karen brandished his longsword and roared with trembling fury, " For the For Holy Fadlan! I will bestow upon you destruction with holy flames!"

"Boom!"

Several golden-red pillars of fire descended from the sky, instantly piercing through the leading Steam Tank —including the battle-hardened "Old Pal" class tank.

The engines of these steel behemoths emitted a piercing, mournful roar before exploding instantly, leaving only piles of smoking scrap metal, and the pilots inside were reduced to ashes.

Above the clouds, the Barachiel Angel drew their bows, aimed at the Embers of the Burned Legion on the ground, and fired metal arrows, their silver hair flashing like lightning as these Elf archers danced.

Arrows pierced the clouds, falling with a deafening roar. They crisscrossed in the air, trailing bright silver tails, like a dazzling meteor shower.

These arrows struck the steel behemoth, embedding themselves deeply into its thick armor, instantly creating a whirlwind of sand and snow inside the tank, completely destroying its internal structure.

Then, archers and divine messengers raised their bows and arrows, shooting swift arrows at the soldiers of the Embers of the Burned Empire, piercing their hearts that flowed with dragon blood.

These infantrymen on the ground were completely unable to hit the angels in the clouds. They could only charge forward under the torrential rain of light arrows, struggling to step over the corpses of their fallen comrades.

The allied forces' counterattack was very effective. In just over ten minutes, the Embers of the Burned Legion lost twenty-one Steam Tank. The Embers of the Burned Legion had never encountered such an evenly matched opponent before.

But the skies are not the territory of the divine offspring and Celestial Being; the air force of the Embers of the Burned Empire is equally powerful.

While the Wyvern and Dragonkin of the Embers of the Burned Legion are slightly inferior in quality to those Celestial Being that are born powerful and benevolent, they have an overwhelming advantage in terms of quantity.

Not to mention those dragon-blooded monsters who have received the Dragon Blood Blessing multiple times and possess strength far exceeding that of their kind.

"Aww—"

The leader of the Wyvern Legion, Atavistic Wyvern, a nearly twenty-meter-long Smaug, roared to the sky, his fury no less imposing than that of a true Red Dragon.

At the leader's command, thousands of Wyvern stretched their necks and roared in unison, flapping their wings wildly as they surged toward the Celestial Legion like a raging tide.

Many of these Wyvern had a soldier in special uniform on their backs, but these were not highly skilled and demanding knights, but rather so-called "Flying Soldier."

It's important to know that the Imperial Air Force's Wyvern and Dragonkin also have clearly defined branch classifications. Among them are "Bombing Dragons" equipped with bomb-dropping devices and "Combat Dragons" equipped with machine guns and grenade launchers. The Imperial's Flying Soldier are special forces responsible for operating these weapons.

"Da da da da—"

The machine guns on the Wyvern ' chests spewed out scorching flames, and the cannons mounted on their sides fired terrifying shells. The dense firepower immediately suppressed the Celestial Legion, preventing them from raising their heads.

The angels could only hide behind the Steadfast Shield Envoy, constantly firing arrows in retaliation, and had no time to attend to the allied forces on the ground.

Two- Wyvern fell from the sky with mournful cries, but angels were also struck by bullets and fell to the ground.

Alger, the leader of the Red Scale Conqueror Dragon Blood Marquis of the Empire, rode on the broad back of the Dragon Vein Giant Eagle, leading true Wyvern Knight into the chaotic battle in the sky.

Alger raised his blazing greatsword and charged to the front of the ranks, shouting, "For the Embers of the Burned Empire, for His Your Majesty Keosius, destroy them—"

"Dragon Roar Charge!" He pointed his Eternally Burning Greatsword at the Celestial Legion.

Instantly, hundreds of Wyvern Knight charged forward, their Wyvern spreading their wings and diving at high speed, opening their mouths and letting out a roar that resounded through the sky.

"Roar--"

In an instant, these dragon roars resonated in a strange way, and the dragon herd of hundreds of Wyvern seemed to become one, causing the soldiers of the Celestial Legion to tremble and shudder.

A hundred-meter-long phantom of Red Dragon appeared before their eyes and suddenly swooped down in their direction.

In an instant, the Red Scale Conqueror thrust out their spears and brandished their swords, severing the golden heads one by one, breaking through the defenses of the Steadfast Shield Envoy, and creating a huge gap in front of the Celestial Legion.

After a fierce charge, the Red Scale Conqueror simultaneously ascended, rising almost vertically into the sky to prepare for their next dive, while the Wyvern Legion followed them into the gap in the Celestial Legion's formation.

The Wyvern flapped their wings, stretched out their heads, and tore at the bodies of the celestial Fighter with their sharp teeth and stabbed their chests with the poisonous needles at the tips of their tails.

The machine gun on its chest and the cannon on its side often spewed out fierce tongues of fire, turning the fragile angel into a sieve.

"Agh—I'll kill you all!"

The White Dragon, her face fierce, brandished her wings and pounced on the Celestial Legion. She spewed out extremely cold frost from her throat, instantly freezing several celestial Fighter into blocks of ice.

Wyvern and Dragonkin engaged in close combat with the Celestial Legion, entangled and fighting fiercely.

During this process, many Wyvern had their hearts pierced and their heads cut off by celestial Fighter. These loyal and brave soldiers, carrying the glory of heaven, vowed to fight the evil invaders to the death.

But some ferocious Wyvern tore Celestial Being to shreds, leaving them bloodied and mangled, their remains a gruesome sight. These greedy Wyvern had a simple goal—to unleash their bloodlust, attract the emperor's attention, and gain a more noble bloodline.

The clouds were scattered by the fierce battle, even stained gray-black by the Gunsmoke. The light of heaven mingled with the flashes of machine guns and explosions, and the roars of Wyvern, the shouts of celestial warriors, and the howls of machine guns were all mixed together.

The corpses of Wyvern and the remains of Celestial Being, along with mangled limbs and blood, continued to fall, turning the sky into a cruel grinding wheel of flesh and blood.