Beams of light shot from the enormous fortress, striking the airships dropping explosive bombs with unerring accuracy. The airships were sluggish in the air, practically live targets, and one after another, they crashed down.
Bloodshade's aerial forces finally woke as if from a dream. The Dragon Riders struggled to control their panicked Magic Beasts and charged toward the gigantic castle. Yet faced with such an immense airborne fortress clad head to toe in armor, even the Magic Beasts of two elite legions felt as though there was nowhere to sink their teeth in. Neither the Wyverns' venom nor the Dragon Riders' ordinary energy attacks could damage the fortress's outer armor, while the beams blasting from the castle became the Dragon Riders' nightmare instead.
The fortress moved slowly forward. As its energy cannons flashed in succession, Bloodshade Dragon Riders and flying Magic Beasts periodically fell from the sky. The two Fallen Angel Empire legions had long since withdrawn to the ground on Shea's orders.
After several rounds of attacks, more than half of Bloodshade's airships had been destroyed, and the two aerial legions had suffered countless losses. Forced into a passive beating, the air force that had once held an absolute advantage was completely suppressed, and the morale of the ground troops suffered accordingly. In contrast, Warlock Fortress's spirits soared.
A figure suddenly appeared atop the broken city wall at the front line where Shea stood. Strangely, none of the female guards beside Shea showed any hostility. Instead, they bowed respectfully. It was a cloaked figure wearing a mask.
Shea drew a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in her eyes, and nodded. "You're here."
"Sorry, I'm late. This big fellow ran into some trouble while moving." The cloaked figure was Chen Rui, who had returned from the Shadow Empire. The first