Updated: 2012-11-16
The sky was filled with swirling, roaring dragons. These naturally powerful creatures were countless, their magic and individual strength both reaching extreme levels. Some had even landed on the ground; their massive bodies were veritable Teleport machines of destruction, their breath capable of melting anything.
Fortunately, the Holy Church's management over the past thousand years has made its headquarters extremely secure.
After the initial chaos, as the piercing alarm sounded, streaks of silvery-white Holy Power light enveloped the entire island. Ripples of light, like water, rippled across the central Holy Mountain, blocking the attacks of dragon breath and magic. Silvery-white magical shields also appeared throughout Sicily Island, enveloping the island's main buildings.
At the same time, angry roars echoed from the Holy Mountain of the Church.
The powerful figures of the Holy Church, like lions whose mates have been abducted during mating, or like a dense swarm of bees, rose into the air from the Holy Mountain and Sicily Island, their bodies gleaming with the flames of Dou Qi and magic, and fought against the sudden invaders.
In the sky, brilliant bursts of light and flame occasionally exploded.
Each explosion of a ball of light represents the fall of a powerful human or Dragon Clan.
Being able to fly in the sky requires at least Moon Class expert or higher, but in this chaotic battle, the lives of Moon Class experts are not much more important than ants, falling from the sky like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
The roars of dragons and the howls of humans blended together at this moment, creating a Hell scene in Sicily Island.
Samaras and his companions, after overcoming the initial chaos, immediately began their operation.
"Damn Dragon Clan, defend Sicily Island! We must fight back!"
Young Samaras was a brave divine knight with unwavering faith. Although his strength was only at the Eight-Star Class Initial Stage, his long-term education in Glory and sacrifice made him never back down, even when facing an invincible enemy. They quickly locked onto a giant dragon that was raging and breathing fire on the ground and rushed towards it.
To defend Sicily Island, to defend the Holy Mountain, to defend... that choir girl, even if I die in battle, it will be Glory and a fulfillment.
Samaras drew his longsword and thrust One Sword at the enormous creature before him.
This is just one frame among countless scenes that unfold on the Sicily Island.
Legend has it that in the ancient era of gods and demons, the Dragon Clan was a powerful race that could rival the God Clan and Demon Clan, standing as a tripartite balance of power. Every dragon was a born prodigy of magic or Dou Qi, and the power of their bloodline guaranteed that every member of the Dragon Clan, even without diligent cultivation, could become a powerful warrior or magic expert upon reaching adulthood. If it weren't for their slightly lacking reproductive ability and small population, the ancient era might have been renamed the 'Age of the Dragon Clan '.
Long-standing myths and legends have instilled an instinctive sense of weakness in humans when facing Dragon Clan.
"To dare invade Sicily Island is blasphemous! Whatever that being may be, must pay the price in blood!"
A majestic and noble voice resounded throughout Sicily Island from the central Holy Mountain. A blinding, unapproachable ball of light shot out, and amidst the resounding chanting of hymns, a colossal beam, a thousand meters long, suddenly cleaved down from the sky. The destructive force tore a massive rift in the firmament, and hundreds of dragons within a thousand-meter radius, unable to Avoid, were grazed by this terrifying power, howling as they turned to ashes.
On the Sicily Island, countless divine knights and divine masters cheered.
Finally, a supreme expert from the Holy Church made a move, annihilating hundreds of dragons with a single strike, greatly boosting morale.
But the next moment, a thunderous roar echoed from the distant horizon, and a colossal crimson figure swooped down—a red dragon far exceeding the size of its kind. It engaged the powerful Church in fierce combat, and within ten minutes, a piercing scream rang out. The Church's powerful figure, who had just displayed such might, was bitten in two at the waist by the enormous red dragon. Limbs and blood rained down as he instantly perished.
The red dragon roared to the sky, its triumph overflowing, and the morale of the Dragon Clan was greatly boosted.
But in the next instant, white light flashed on the ground, and a series of magic cannon beams slammed into the red dragon. In just a dozen or so shots, the red dragon's magical shield was shattered. Amidst a spray of dragon blood and scales, the red dragon was severely injured. As if it were drunk, it rocked and fell to the ground, crashing to the ground. Before it could even turn over, it was swarmed by low-level divine knights and divine masters like ants, who beat it mercilessly while it was down.
Such scenes are playing out everywhere in Sicily Island.
High above the sky.
A five-clawed golden dragon, like an emperor, arrogantly looked down at the land and islands below, surrounded by hundreds of giant dragons far larger than their kind. A cruel and merciless light flickered in its golden-red pupils, and its body was surrounded by a divine aura. From time to time, it emitted spiritual fluctuations, directing the battle below.
Meanwhile, atop the Holy Mountain in the Sicily Island.
The central Pope, clad in a pure white robe that seemed to be formed from divine light, was surrounded by layers of powerful high-ranking members of the Church. He held a scepter, wore a divine crown, and had white hair and beard. His eyes held a mixture of doubt and pity as he watched the changing tide of the battle. The Holy Church, caught off guard, was slowly turning the tide.
For both sides, this will be a long and arduous war.
The truly powerful figures on both sides tacitly maintained a temporary silence, wary of each other, and refrained from making a move.
The news of the Dragon Clan attack on Sicily Island was like a sudden, massive tsunami on a calm sea, completely shaking the entire continent and spreading in all directions of the Azeroth Continent at an indescribable speed.
This was news that everyone found hard to believe.
The first reaction of everyone who heard the news was, "Impossible! This is absolutely the most absurd lie of the year!" The next reaction was, "Could it be true?" The next thought was, "Oh my god, it's true! Didn't the Dragon Clan disappear?" The next thought was, "Where did the dragons come from? Why did they attack Sicily Island?" The last concern was, "The final outcome of the war should be a victory for the Church, after all, the Church has always been the most unchallengeable force on this continent."
In contrast, the emergence of the Dragon Clan and the attack on Sicily Island shocked everyone, instantly overshadowing the war between the Goblin Clan and Human Clan in the Southern Region, causing it to lose its appeal.
Then, all sorts of news started to spread.
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