Players and Cultists

Adrian seized the moment. Raising his longsword high, he shouted, "Everyone—do you see it? This is the Sun God's punishment upon these evil dragons!"

The soldiers of the human legion were instantly filled with fighting spirit. With unmatched courage, they charged forward and battled the remaining Wyverns on the battlefield.

The dragon beasts in the distance, however, were held back by the fierce artillery fire. Corpses piled up like mountains, and the land was strewn with charred wreckage, shattered shrapnel, and craters of every size. Even the ground had been blasted three feet lower.

At that moment, a wall of fire and corpses seemed to have risen from the earth, separating the dragon beasts from the human legion.

"Damn Imperial People!" Ulrichia stared at the airship fleet in the distance, her expression twisted. Hatred and fury shone from her narrow vertical pupils.

If these northern outsiders were allowed to continue, their dragon beast forces would be worn down completely, and Lynnhawk City would be left in grave danger.

The Dragon Worship Cult had never repaired the city walls here. To these people, who worshiped dragons—or, more precisely, evil dragons—offense was the best defense. Burning, killing, and plundering were far preferable to defending a city.

With that in mind, she summoned more than a dozen Evil Dragon Priests. At the same time, she raised the Dragon Head Scepter, pointed it toward a Sky Dreadnought on the distant horizon, and began chanting an impassioned prayer.

"Red flames burn away cowardice; blue lightning rends the heavens; green poison corrupts hope; black acid eats through iron walls; white frost freezes life!"

"Great and supreme Mother of Five Heads, Lord of Scales and Claws!"

In an instant, ghostly light flickered in the gemstone eyes of the Dragon Head Scepter. Columns of black light shot from