"Speed up!" Redd's voice penetrated the brief silence, "Before they gather something we can't easily burn, flatten Qohor!"
The flame dragon began to move again, but the speed was faster and the atmosphere was more chilling.
Everyone knows that the real darkness is waiting for them in the city ahead.
And the only thing they rely on, apart from the swords and torches in their hands, is the Dragonfire in the air that can purify all filth.
After Aegon received the order from Redd, warlike flames ignited in the red dragon pupils.
It let out a long and powerful dragon roar, then flapped its wings violently, like a red comet piercing the night sky, and galloped away in the direction of Qohor at a speed far exceeding that of ground troops.
Its mission is simple and brutal: clean the road ahead.
So, on the next road leading to Qohor, the night sky was lit up by falling pillars of red fire.
Aegon passed by at low altitude, and its sharp dragon eyes scanned below for any large-scale "crowd" that gathered as if they were sleepwalking.
Or valley passes with difficult terrain that may hide shadow aggregates will receive its merciless Dragonfire baptism.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Wherever Dragonfire passed, everything was ignited. The puppets controlled by the shadows were instantly carbonized in the extreme heat, and the low-level shadows in their bodies trying to escape were wiped out together.
Occasionally, larger shadow aggregates that sensed danger in advance and tried to avoid or assemble did not have time to take shape or hide, so they twisted and melted in the red sea of fire.
Aegon's cleaning is efficient and thorough. It is like a purifying furnace flying in the air, using the most violent method to burn out all unnatural filth and weirdness along the way.
The night sky was illuminated red, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt and ashes, but it also strangely brought about a "purified" and scorching "cleansing feeling" belonging to the flames.
When the eastern sky was just turning white, Aegon had already reached the sky above Qohor City first with its amazing speed.
It has been "burned" all the way, and it seems to still have a scorching residual power that has not dissipated.
On the city wall, despite warnings, when the huge red figure actually appeared in sight, fear instantly gripped all the defenders.
They were busy operating the giant ballistae that they had placed high hopes on.
"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!" the commander shouted at the top of his lungs.
The crossbow arrow, thicker than an arm, shot into the sky with a shrill sound of breaking through the air. However, Aegon, who had experienced A. Noi's actual combat, was already familiar with this.
It just turned slightly sideways or adjusted its flight height to avoid most of the crossbow arrows by a hair's breadth. The few that hit its hard dragon scales only made a dull impact sound and then fell feebly.
This futile resistance only resulted in more complete destruction.
Aegon lowered its altitude, facing the seemingly majestic city wall, and spat out a continuous and blazing Dragonfire!
Torrents of red flames washed over the city walls and towers like lava waterfalls.
The masonry quickly turns red, softens, and even melts directly at high temperatures that are countless times higher than ordinary fire!
The city wall structure groaned under the load due to thermal expansion, contraction and direct ablation. Large sections of the wall collapsed and collapsed in the flames.
The defenders and ballistas below were buried together, and then they were covered and burned by the subsequent Dragonfire.
The city wall, this insurmountable barrier in mortal war, is as fragile as a sand castle in front of real magical creatures.
Aegon's eyes swept across the city and quickly locked onto the central square in the city - that is where the Black Goat altar is located, and it is also the core source of the dark energy of the entire city.
The scene around the altar was more horrifying than any aggregation encountered before.
A behemoth that is more than ten meters high, as black as ink, and looks like a giant amoeba or slime is slowly squirming.
Distorted human faces constantly appeared on its surface, struggling, wailing, and sinking again, as if they were made of countless devoured souls painfully blended together.
Countless thick black tentacles extend from its main body, still greedily capturing and merging the thin black shadows gathered from all over the city as well as the driven living people!
The spiritual pollution and soul hunger it exudes can be clearly felt even at high altitudes. It is a terrifying desire that attempts to devour the entire city and even beyond.
Near the altar, the figures of the high priest and many black-robed believers could be vaguely seen. They seemed to be still performing the final rituals, trying to speed up the completion of the ultimate creation.
Next to them were some nobles who were imprisoned by chains or magic, with despair and regret written on their faces.
But Aegon (Redd) won't give it any more time.
Adjust the angle, dive, and charge up - a red Red Dragonfire that is thicker and hotter than before, like a flaming spear dropped by the god, bombards the altar area with incomparable precision!
"Boom--!!!"
The flames instantly engulfed everything. The stones of the altar exploded and vaporized in the high temperature; the disgusting dark aggregate that was taking shape emitted earth-shattering spiritual screams (countless superimposed painful wails),
It twisted wildly in Dragonfire, trying to resist, but the shadows and soul residues that made up its body were the best fuel for the flames!
It burned violently like a huge, filthy ball of grease, and the human face on the body twisted and dissipated in the flames.
The high priest and believers had no time to put up any defense or escape. Together with their evil ritual artifacts, they were buried and burned by the bursting flames and collapsed buildings.
The imprisoned nobles also met their end in this indiscriminate destruction.
That night, everyone in Qohor city, whether they were civilians hiding at home or soldiers running around, witnessed and experienced what "the dragon burned the city" with their own eyes.
It was no longer a legendary story, but an incomprehensible and irresistible natural disaster that actually happened before our eyes.
Wherever Dragonfire went, houses turned into torches, streets became ravines with flowing lava, and strong fortresses melted and collapsed like wax.
The high temperature distorted the air, the scorched smell permeated the whole city, and the desperate cries and the roar of collapsed buildings intertwined into the music of hell.
When Redd led an army of more than 50,000 people who were marching in a hurry and covered with dust, they finally arrived outside the city of Qohor at some point the next day.
What caught their eyes was a city with flames soaring into the sky, thick smoke billowing, and parts of the city in ruins.
The tall city walls collapsed in many places, revealing ferocious gaps.
The order in the city completely collapsed, and the survivors were scurrying around like headless flies. Many slaves who had been gathered together to be sacrificed,
Instead, because of this sudden devastating blow and chaos, he broke his shackles and was able to escape, struggling to survive among the ruins and flames.