The End Amid Chaos

"Red Scale Conqueror, heed my command— Dragon Roar Charge, Charge! Destroy them!"

Hundreds of knights, clad in gleaming light armor and wielding sharp lances, rode Wyvern and emerged from the portal in a surging tide.

Under the knight's control, the Wyvern simultaneously opened their gaping maws, letting out a resonant roar and releasing a powerful dragon might.

"Roar--"

In an instant, a huge phantom of Red Dragon appeared behind the Crimson Scale Conqueror. It flapped its broad wings and carried a scorching aura as it pounced on the dozen or so Angel Divine Descendant.

What is that?

"Could it be the legendary Embers of the Burned Emperor?"

The Angel Divine Descendant, who were fighting the Wyvern, were horrified when they saw the distant phantom of the dragon.

However, after taking a closer look, Hein steadied himself and shouted, "Those are just a group of mortals riding Wyvern. They only possess the blood of that evil dragon and are nothing to fear!"

But an extremely terrifying pressure swept across the sky, and everyone seemed to see the emperor appear before them, crushing them and their comrades, and feeling a fear that came from the bottom of their hearts and penetrated their souls.

"No, wake up, it's not real—"

Hein snapped back to reality. He looked up at the rapidly approaching Red Scale Conqueror, his face filled with anxiety, but his comrades remained trapped in a terrifying illusion, unable to extricate themselves.

Seeing this, Hein had no choice but to flap his wings and temporarily leave the battlefield, leaving his comrades looking bewildered.

Even this brief moment of distraction was enough for the Red Scale Conqueror to launch a full-scale attack—it was their specialty.

Using the momentum of the Wyvern's dive, they raised their spears, and the spears, engraved with the Disintegration Array, pierced through the chests of the Angel Divine Descendant, golden Divine Blood onto the earth.

Bathed in the blood of his comrades, Hein's arm, gripping the Holy Lance, trembled slightly. His expression gradually turned furious, his face contorted with rage, and his eyes blazed like two exploding suns.

He roared, flapped the wings on his back, and his whole body glowed, emitting thick smoke that distorted the surrounding air.

"Sizzle—"

With a piercing shriek, a golden light tore through the sky and flew toward the Wyvern Knight.

However, Alger, the leader of the Red Scale Conqueror and the Dragon Blood Duke of the Empire, suddenly turned his head and keenly sensed the sudden attack.

He exerted all his strength, swinging his longsword head-on, while the Dragon Vein Giant Eagle beneath him let out a long cry, spread its wings and swooped down, coordinating with Alger to bring powerful momentum.

The blade flashed through space, splitting the holy spear in two, causing it to shatter in mid-air.

"How is that possible?"

Hein's face showed disbelief. That was the holy spear he had condensed with the power bestowed by the Sun God. No mortal could possibly stop it!

However, he was unaware that Alger, as one of the empire's dozen or so dukes, was now far stronger than before, possessing a power comparable to that of an adult dragon within his robust body.

When Alger and the giant eagle he had raised for many years worked together, his aerial prowess was comparable to that of Legendary Warrior, and the Red Scale Conqueror Legion he led had become a nightmare for many people in the north.

"Hein, Earl of the Thrace Kingdom," Alger's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and he recognized the Angel Divine Descendant at a glance.

Alger then raised his longsword, pointing the tip at the distant Angel Divine Descendant, and commanded sharply, "That is the general stationed in Isengard!"

Surround him! He must not leave here alive! The entire squad that kills him will be promoted one rank!

Instantly, the Red Scale Conqueror ' gazes toward Hein became fervent, like greedy dragons eyeing Gold Coin.

It's important to understand that the empire is currently thriving, and the competition is extremely fierce. After reaching the Earl level, every promotion is incredibly difficult.

In the eyes of the Red Scale Conqueror, Hein is now a tempting piece of meat that can fly, capable of bringing them enormous wealth and fame.

"Kill him!"

"For the Empire!"

These Red Scale Conqueror worked together skillfully, forming small, scattered squads to surround and intercept Hein from different directions, effectively blocking almost all of his escape routes.

Hundreds of Magic Breaking Arrows ripped through the sky, raining down on the Angel Divine Descendant like a storm, while nets were unfurled in mid-air.

This is a hunt, a hunt for the enemy's general.

"You ignorant mortals! How dare you oppose me!" Hein roared, his wings flapping violently, golden flames engulfing the surrounding arrows.

He flew at an extremely high speed, like a small sun falling to the ground, crashing into the weakest point of the Red Scale Conqueror ' defenses.

Charred Dragon Corpse, broken spears, and shattered armor were scattered everywhere. Hein devoured everything in his path in the flames, instantly piercing through the Red Scale Conqueror ' defenses and flying towards the city.

"This boss is pretty strong—"

"Chase!"

"Hold on up front! My promotion depends on you guys!"

Seeing this, Alger picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered, "That divine descendant is extremely powerful. Requesting fire support."

The airship slowly descended from the sky, its thick cannons extending from its belly, from which beams of sharp light shot towards the Angel Divine Descendant.

"Whoosh—"

After being hit by the light, the Angel Divine Descendant's eyes dimmed instantly, and his movements slowed down.

But then, dozens more beams of light struck him, gradually covering his entire body with cold frost, until he finally fell helplessly from the sky.

These magical laser weapons were meticulously prepared and custom-designed by Imperial researchers, specifically designed to counter the Fadlan descendants who possess the Power of the Sun God.

Through in-depth research on the Everfrost Horn and exploration of the Frost Giant Ruins, researchers of the Embers of the Burned Empire have fully mastered the creation of the "Everfrost Rune Power" and applied it to warfare.

"Elliot!"

Watching his familiar comrades turn into ice blocks and fall to the ground, Hein was furious, but also a little scared.

The weapons of these Evil Dragon Claws have evolved to such an extent that they can not only slaughter mortals on a massive scale, but also kill noble and powerful Divine Descendant Warriors!

"Bang!"

Elliot felt a chill run down his spine, and his wings were covered with a thin layer of frost, becoming somewhat stiff. However, the abundant Sun God Power within him allowed him to recover quickly.

He was furious and looked toward the source of the attack, only to be met with a sight that filled him with despair—dozens of airships covered the sky above, forming a massive fleet that was frantically shooting down the Angel Divine Descendant in mid-air with unimaginable efficiency.

Those Angel Divine Descendant were once invincible and radiant with divine light are now like birds being hunted by hunters, dodging back and forth in the intersecting light, their feathers flying everywhere.

"On Amanata. Is our era coming to an end?" Hein couldn't help but mutter to himself.

A fleet of this size could not possibly be built through emergency preparedness! Moreover, the weapons were so specifically designed, as if they were tailor-made for them.

A terrible thought occurred to Hein: the Embers of the Burned Empire had probably been secretly preparing for years to attack the Thrace Kingdom!

Given the country's short history, it is highly likely that the dragon had already begun plotting an attack on the Thrace Kingdom at the very beginning of the Embers of the Burned Empire —before Fadlan had even collapsed.

To plot to invade the most powerful and wealthy empire in the world at the very beginning of its establishment—what ambition, what greed! Hein was terrified and developed a great fear of the Embers of the Burned Emperor.

But in that brief moment of confusion, dozens of cold rays intersected and converged in the air like a woven net, eventually striking him.

A giant ice ball, several meters in diameter, appeared in the sky and crashed down on Isengard. Hein was trapped inside it, still with a somewhat desperate expression.

For some reason, Hein felt that time was passing very slowly, but his thoughts did not slow down at all, as if everyone's movements had become slow motion.

"This is."

Within the frozen confines, Hein could clearly see the fierce battle in Isengard —no, it couldn't be called fierce; it was more like a one-sided massacre.

Armor -Armor Piercing Shells were fired from the cannons of the Steam Tank, bombarding the sturdy cast iron city walls. In an instant, the walls were riddled with holes and on the verge of collapse. Several sections of the walls even collapsed, burying hundreds of soldiers inside.

Imperial infantrymen advanced rapidly alongside Steam Tank and giant mechs, their guns flashing continuously as bullets rained down on the Thrace soldiers.

Meanwhile, Thrace soldiers stood guard on the city walls, armed with crude weapons long since obsolete in the empire, repeatedly reloading their ammunition and launching counterattacks.

But under the Empire's fierce firepower, any soldier who dared to show his head would be instantly riddled with bullets, his head smashed into pieces of flesh mixed with brain matter.

A giant humanoid machine walks on the ground, causing the ground to shake with each step. Hundreds of missiles fly out from behind it, bombarding the most densely populated areas, often turning dozens of people into charred remains.

Desperate Thrace defenders opened a secret door in the city wall, releasing the Iron Golem from decades ago, hoping that the weapons left behind by Fadlan would help them repel the enemy.

In the past, these enormous constructs were the nightmare of all enemies. They were impervious to swords and arrows, could kill a dozen soldiers with a single punch, and could easily destroy an infantry regiment.

But now, in the Embers of the Burned Empire's "new war," they are nothing more than clumsy targets.

"Boom--"

Faced with a cluster of over thirty giant armored vehicles, the Iron Golem were almost powerless to resist and were instantly overwhelmed by the barrage of artillery fire, turning into useless clumps of scrap metal.

The members of the Arcane Legion stationed in Isengard also raised their staffs and chanted incantations, unleashing high-level spells commonly used in war, such as Sunburst, Lightning Ring, and Meteor Swarm.

But a gigantic Ogre appeared in the sky, standing beneath an airship—it was Lang Pu, the Empire's Chief Minister and also a Archmage.

He commanded dozens of imperial Court Mage to work together to shake the Weave, pouring a torrent of magical energy into a massive spell generator.

"Buzz—"

A hundred-meter-diameter Anti-Magic Field enveloped Isengard, crushing all the Arcane Legion's spells.

Standing on the airship, Lang Pu grinned at the mages, humming a tune happily, and gently stroked the skull necklace around his neck—his collection was about to grow again.

"Could it be that Isengard has been breached by the Imperial People just like that?" Hein's mind was filled with countless thoughts, and his despair deepened.

Before they could even mount an effective counterattack, the Empire's fierce offensive destroyed everything in Isengard.

As a divine Earl, Hein was about to die before he could even witness the fall of Isengard, frozen to death in this icy sphere.

"No"

"I am a subject of His Majesty Amanata, a citizen of Holy Fadlan, and I cannot die like this," such thoughts arose in Hein's mind, and his will to live grew stronger.

The ice hockey puck that sealed him was suspended in mid-air, seemingly being supported by some kind of force.

"Snap."

Suddenly, fine cracks appeared on the ice puck, and then it exploded, sending countless fragments flying.

Hein suddenly opened his eyes and murmured, "For Isengard, for the Thrace Kingdom." His voice suddenly became impassioned, "And for the eternal Holy Fadlan!"

Immediately afterwards, two beams of light shot into the sky. The ice melted into water and then evaporated into white mist, while the Angel Divine Descendant was enveloped in the sun's flames, releasing countless rays of light.

He flapped the wings on his back, took off, and flew toward the cluster of airships in the sky—he actually wanted to emulate the deceased Duke of North Aisel and ignite his own divine power core!

He was willing to sacrifice his own life to completely destroy the fleet of the Embers of the Burned Empire!

Hein roared with heart-wrenching fury, "Die with me! I will live forever in the glory of His Majesty Amanata!"

The soldiers of Isengard looked up at the increasingly dazzling Angel Divine Descendant in the sky, their faces filled with astonishment, as if they had grasped at a last straw. "It's Earl Hein!"

"This feeling of being bathed in light—it's the great Sun God! The Sun God hasn't abandoned us! We are still the children of Fadlan!"

"It must be His Amanata who has arrived!"

"Long live Holy Fadlan! May your glory shine brightly!"

Under the sunlight, the soldiers of Isengard were filled with a final surge of fighting spirit.

They charged forward fearlessly, bathed in the light, engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the Empire's steel monsters, fighting back desperately, seemingly determined to fight to the very end for their beliefs.

But at that moment, the sky was suddenly torn apart by a sharp claw, and a huge Space Rift stretched across the sky, emanating a terrifying pressure that made the world tremble.

Then, a huge, ferocious dragon head slowly emerged from it and swallowed the miniature sun in the sky whole.

In an instant, the entire battlefield dimmed, and the light disappeared.

Isengard was shrouded in shadow, while the soldiers stood silently, blankly and listlessly, gazing at the sky in despair.

Earl Hein was eaten?

Their sun, their last faith, was swallowed up so childishly.