"Kill—"
"For the Empire!"
"For Holy Fadlan! Drive these damned monsters out of Seleucia!"
"Get back to Hell, you filthy Chromatic Evil Dragons!"
Amid resounding battle cries, the allied forces launched a fierce counteroffensive against the Dragon Worship Cult legions.
The Imperial soldiers fixed bayonets and charged. Seleucia's Paladins and fighters brandished their longswords and fought with all their strength, while Golden Dragons, Silver Dragons, and Brass Dragons battled the Chromatic Evil Dragons in the sky.
Artillery fire blazed across the heavens, Gunsmoke filled the air, and the heavy stench of blood permeated the battlefield. Severed limbs and fragments of humans, Dragonborn, and Evil Dragon Descendants lay everywhere.
In this high-intensity war, the Locke Great Rift Valley had become an Abyss that devoured life. Every minute and every second, someone fell into it and lost their life. Corpses at the bottom of the valley had piled into mountains, while blood flowed slowly like rivers.
Across this vast battlefield, rolling hills had been flattened, replaced by endless scorched earth. Countless humans, Half-Dragons, elves, dwarves, and Evil Dragon Descendants fought desperately upon this land.
Soon, the Metallic Dragons' followers also arrived from every direction. Cloud Giants, Pegasi, metallic dragonkin, and many other kind creatures wielding formidable power appeared on the battlefield and became entangled in battle with the Evil Dragon Descendants.
The battlefield grew increasingly chaotic. From high above, millions of humans, dragons, and Evil Dragon Descendants fought in a battle line stretching over a dozen kilometers, like a mottled river.
"For the Dragon Lord—"
After the Red Dragon phantom summoned by the Dragon Oath Paladins crushed the head of the Blue Dragons, it roared toward the heavens and swooped toward the Dragon Worship Cult's position—where Archbishop Jude stood.
Scorching dragonfire poured from its mouth like a raging tide, engulfing hundreds of