Above the Rift Valley

"Nicely done."

The frontline engineers had planted explosives on the stone bridge long ago, waiting until the bridge was packed with enemies before detonating them to inflict the greatest possible losses on the Dragon Worship Cult.

After the stone bridge collapsed, everything had to begin again. The Dragon Worship Cult's legion remained under the Empire's relentless bombardment and was unable to break free for the moment.

But now, the Dragon Worship Cult's spellcasters finally stepped forward. Raising their staffs and chanting incantations, they conjured pure force energy into the air, constructing towering, translucent bridges.

Unless one used a high-level spell such as Disintegrate Spell, force walls were extremely difficult to break and were nearly immune to all physical impacts.

With these bridges formed from force, Blue Dragon Descendants and cultists surged onto them again and again amid the Evil Dragon Priests' cries, charging toward the far side of the Locke Great Rift Valley.

During the charge, countless Evil Dragon Descendants and cultists fell into the Abyss, plunging to the valley floor.

Deep within the great rift, densely piled corpses formed a horrifying sight. Their deaths had been gruesome; most had been riddled with bullets before being smashed into unrecognizable piles of flesh by the fall.

Jude furiously raised the Dragon Head Scepter. The dark clouds above him spread rapidly, blanketing the allied positions. Lightning crashed down, instantly destroying several of the Empire's firing points.

At last, after paying the price of countless lives, the Dragon Worship Cult's vanguard—more than a dozen tall, powerfully built Blue Dragon Scion Godslayers—reached the rift's northern bank. They let out thunderous roars, swung their electrified longswords, and charged the Imperial soldiers amid crackling bursts of electricity.

"Boom!"

Sparks flew everywhere. The sandbag fortification was cleaved in two, and the Imperial soldiers operating the machine guns