The Battlefield in Chaos

The appearance of the Chromatic Dragons instantly shattered the delicate balance that had been maintained on the battlefield. The overwhelming destructive power of their dragon breath far exceeded what humans could withstand. Although the soldiers persisted, the massive attacks accompanied by fire, ice winds, illusions, poison gas, and acid overwhelmed them. As adult ancient dragons, the Chromatic Dragons possessed a wealth of combat experience. The black dragons spewed Black Mist, which mixed with the poisonous acid of the green dragons, immediately enveloping the soldiers in pitch-black darkness. Then, the red and white dragons would unleash a double attack of heat and ice, turning the unfortunate soldiers into ice sculptures or melting them into pools of blood. The blue dragons' attacks were even more malevolent—the omnipresent illusions even caused many soldiers with weaker wills to lose the courage to continue fighting—in their illusion-corrupted minds, what they saw was an overwhelming horde of dragons that could cover the sky.

As the dragons launched their aerial attack, the undead army on the ground also mobilized. Ghoul, brandishing their fangs and claws, charged into the already shattered human legions. At this moment, the soldiers could no longer maintain their previously solid formation and were forced to scatter. Although they still tried to defend and counterattack in an orderly manner, the giant dragons circling in the sky were an unreachable target for them. The sharp arrows could not hit the high-speed flying dragons at all, or were simply blown away by the storms generated by the flapping of its wings. Even if someone was lucky enough to hit one, it could not penetrate the skin that was comparable to the hardest armor.

"How could this be... how could this happen..."

Gazing upon the hellish scene before him, the old council chairman gripped the armrest tightly, his body trembling, his eyes filled with sorrow. Although he had prepared himself mentally, he still hadn't expected the Magic Empire to be able to command dragons, who hadn't appeared on the continent for thousands of years, to assist them in battle. These ancient dragons were even worshipped as gods in some legends; commanding them was virtually an impossible task. Even the old council chairman himself had only found vague descriptions and records about dragons in classified documents. But after witnessing these terrifying creatures firsthand, no matter how firm their resolve to defend the city, no matter what beliefs they held, they couldn't resist the powerful and terrifying Dragon Fear. This was the insurmountable gap between humans and dragons; their deepest instincts were enough to destroy any courage.

Perhaps the bravest warriors in legends are qualified to stand before this ancient dragon, but these 300,000 human soldiers are not 300,000 heroes. The Dragon Fear's might, its breath, and the onslaught of undead creatures have already exhausted them. In fact, the dragon's terrifying Dragon Fear has already forced them to exert all their strength just by gripping their shields and swords, let alone wielding their weapons to attack the undead creatures rushing towards them.

A thousand-mile dike can be breached by an anthill. Not to mention the damage inflicted by the dragons was a thousand times greater than an anthill; the defensive line, meant to hold off the fortress army, collapsed instantly. The undead began their unrestrained slaughter and battle, pouncing on the soldiers. Ignoring the spears and swords that could pierce their bodies, they lowered their heads to tear at the parts of their opponents not protected by armor. In no time, the screaming humans were reduced to a bloody mess, unrecognizable to anyone.

The only good thing for the Federation army was that the Chromatic Dragons seemed to have completed their mission after destroying the defensive line. They circled in the air for a moment before quickly leaving. It should be noted that dragons never like to do work for free, and they always try to reduce the amount of work that is within their compensation scope.

"Great, those ugly crawlers are finally gone!"

On the entire battlefield, the happiest people about the departure of the Chromatic Dragons were not the Federation soldiers. Angela excitedly waved her little fists and clenched her fangs.

"Kill! This is my world now! What are those damned cold-blooded animals doing here! Attack! Kill all these humans!! Kill all the humans they protect, kill every single human you see!"

Under Angela's command, the undead legion immediately reorganized. No longer spreading like a plague, they transformed into black swords, charging straight towards the soldiers' rear—the city, now breached and resembling a naked maiden.

"Stop them!!"

The soldiers, relieved of their stress, had barely recovered when they witnessed a scene they absolutely did not want to see— the Ghoul were charging madly towards them, towards the city they had sacrificed everything to protect. They no longer even engaged the soldiers in combat, and despite the soldiers' desperate attempts to stop them, they were completely unable to halt the undead army with its clear objective.

The once-solid city wall had been pierced by a massive hole in it during Yi Aier's all-out attack, and even the houses and roads inside were wiped out by the dazzling light of destruction, leaving only a deep crater.

The cavalry had already been completely destroyed in the previous battles, while the heavily armored infantry were unable to keep up with the fast-moving Ghoul army. They could only watch helplessly as these terrifying undead creatures charged into their city, their eyes filled with regret and anger.

"Waaaaah... waaaah... waaaah!!!"

Just as the Ghoul were about to storm into the city, the horns sounded again. Unlike the previous horns, this one was heavy and resonant, enveloping the entire battlefield. The sacred aura it contained caused even the ferocious, crazed undead to tremble. They stopped in their tracks, peering fearfully into the distance, trying to see what could possibly make these creatures, who had forgotten fear, recall that horrific feeling. Then, they saw it.

A white light.

The Paladin Order leaped over the hillside like a pure white blade, ruthlessly piercing the undead's flanks. Bearing holy light, the knights spurred their horses and charged towards the undead army. They could not be stopped, nor could they be hindered. Each knight seemed enveloped in holy light, horse and all, launching an unparalleled attack against the dark undead legion.

Before these holy knights, the undead army finally began to crumble. The holy light instilled pain and fear deep within their souls, and the silver spears relentlessly pierced their bodies, mercilessly destroying their corrupted and evil souls. Even when the Ghoul, enduring the pain, attempted to attack the warhorses again, they were repelled by the Holy Light emanating from the horses. But this was not enough. Accompanied by prayers, bursts of holy light erupted from the undead, mercilessly reducing them to ashes. Behind the Paladin Order, thousands of priests stood ready, watching the evil undead and unleashing their most powerful divine spells to send the undead, who should have long since fallen into slumber, back to where they belonged.

The once fearless undead legion seemed to have finally met its match, severed by the white blades. The Ghoul were forced to abandon their previous plans and began their first retreat of the battle. They were afraid, terrified, and deeply fearful of the paladins carrying the white light.

"It seems that Miss Angela's prized legion has met its match."

As she gazed at the scene depicted in the illusion, Nia frowned slightly, stroking her staff with unease.

"The Temple's fighting strength has always been formidable, especially this time they've practically mobilized their entire force... I'm a little worried."

"Daddy... Angela... will she lose?"

Anna turned around and looked at Li Lin, who was sitting silently on the throne, and asked him a question.

I don't think there's anything to worry about.

Suoxiate, holding the teapot in her hand, leisurely poured Li Lin a cup of hot tea, just as she always did.

"Although I don't know Miss Angela well, I don't think she'll have any problems."

"You have so much confidence in Angela?"

Li Lin picked up his teacup and looked at Suoxiate with some surprise.

Of course not.

Faced with Li Lin's question, Suoxiate answered very quickly, flawlessly, and with a picture book.

"But I have faith in you, Master. Since you've left Nia and Anna here, only sending Yi Aier and Kalin as backup, it means you have enough confidence in Miss Angela. Isn't that right?"

Fortunately, we don't need to worry about the number of undead.

Nia spoke softly, which was considered an answer on behalf of Li Lin.

"For a regular army, such losses would be absolutely intolerable. Moreover, with the current strength of our Magic Empire, we cannot maintain an army like this—enough to attack the Five-Nation Alliance. After all... that's very expensive. Li Lin, should we order another covering bombing to help Miss Angela complete her breakthrough?"

Upon hearing Nia's suggestion, Li Lin remained silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"No need. Our ammunition isn't unlimited, and... based on what I know of Angela, the little one gets quite excited whenever it comes to anything related to God. I believe she's capable of handling the current situation well without me having to do anything."

At that very moment, the situation was also changing on the battlefield.

"Hey kid, your so-called invincible army is about to be wiped out."

Kalin reached out and put her hand in front of her eyes, carefully observing the scene ahead, and couldn't help but frown.

"Should I lend a hand? Those tin cans are quite effective against undead, but they're still too inexperienced to face my and Yi Aier's magic cannons."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

"Hey... kid?"

"Angela? What's wrong?"

To Kalin and Yi Aier's surprise, Angela didn't get angry at the scene; instead, she chuckled softly.

"Hoo hoo hoo... Hehehehe... Just as I predicted, the Holy Light, the very thing I've been waiting for, is these worthless trash. I'll show you how fragile light is, and that only darkness can eternally conquer and rule over all!! Hahahaha... Hahahaha!!"

As Angela spoke, a pair of jet-black, bat-like wings suddenly unfurled from behind her. Then, Angela transformed into a streak of red light and vanished into the sky. Only Kalin and Yi Aier remained, staring blankly in the direction Angela had gone, unsure of what to say.

"Hey, say something! Are you going to follow them?"

"I don't want to help. That brat's aura is so frightening. Let her handle it herself."

"Okay, here you go."

"What is this... wine?"

"Half a bottle each, that's all. Let's see what that brat's up to."

Just as Kalin and Yi Aier had chosen their seats and sat down, the red afterglow slammed straight into the pure white stream of light.

"Boom!!"

The overwhelming force that came crashing down left even the charging warhorses far behind. The blades of light, which had been relentlessly cleaving the undead army, came to a halt as if severed in two. The paladins retreated several steps before they could clearly see the source of the sudden surge.

Good evening, you good-for-nothings.

Angela stood amidst the knights, facing dozens of gleaming silver spears, showing no fear. On the contrary, her expression grew increasingly excited, filled with a frenzied desire.

"To be honest, you are all late, and keeping the lady waiting is not the act of a gentleman. Although you good-for-nothings are not even worthy of being called gentlemen."

As she spoke, Angela raised her right hand.

In a flash, Angela appeared before a knight, her small right hand gripping the horse's forelegs. With that effortless grace, she lifted the horse and its rider off the ground!

"The sin of making me wait, may your lives atone for it!"

With Angela's frantic shout, the warhorse and its rider were thrown out by Angela, slamming into the knights who had no time to dodge. These knights were completely unable to withstand the immense force, and one by one they were thrown from their horses. When the unfortunate knight, whom Angela had swung like a flail, fell to the ground, his body was twisted into a grotesque, contorted shape, not to mention the poor horse.

"Evil monster!!"

Although the event was sudden, the well-trained holy knights remained unshaken. They quickly recited prayers praising the gods, and the light on their spears shone even brighter. Then, in unison, they aimed forward at Angela's figure and thrust their spears forward.

"Bite!!"

The knights' thrusting lances failed to pierce Angela's body, for her black wings had already folded shut the moment they were thrust, deflecting the divine attack. The knights, however, felt a jolt in their hands, as if they had struck not a human body, but a heavy rock. Despite the protection of their sturdy armor, the Angela felt a burning pain in their hands; the once invincible divine power seemed to have vanished without a trace.

"A piece of trash is indeed a piece of trash!"

Angela chuckled softly, then spread her wings again.

A chilling whirlwind erupted as Angela spread her wings. This time, none of the holy knights could withstand the terrifying whirlwind. They were blown away, horse and all, hundreds of meters before finally landing. The Holy Light that had enveloped them was completely extinguished in this cold and eerie whirlwind, rendering them unable to protect themselves as before.

Angela's actions reopened the path for the undead legion to invade the city. With the pressure suddenly reduced, the undead roared and transformed into a whirlwind, rushing into the city. Screams and cries quickly spread amidst the flames. Even without seeing it, everyone could imagine the horrific scene unfolding in the Federation city. Although many had left the city before the battle, as the Federation's central city, it was naturally densely populated, and there simply wasn't enough time to evacuate everyone. In fact, apart from the powerful and wealthy merchants, most civilians remained in their homes, waiting and praying that their soldiers would protect them and their homes.

But now, even that last hope has vanished.

"Stop that evil woman!!"

Holy Knights and Federation soldiers alike unanimously identified Angela as their top priority target. It was because of her that the undead had regained their passage into the city. Only by eliminating this woman could they re-block this damned passage and stop the undead's continued invasion. In an instant, soldiers raised their longswords, and holy knights spurred their warhorses, charging towards Angela, who stood at the breach, a smug smirk on her face. But facing this overwhelming onslaught, Angela merely opened her fan, lightly covering the corner of her mouth, before her eyes suddenly widened.

"Get out of my way, you lowly commoner!"

An invisible and evil force immediately erupted from around Angela, roaring and blasting away all the soldiers and knights. The enormous energy left shocking cracks in the earth, and even the hard ground began to show signs of collapsing.

"Huff huff huff... You're not up to par at all! You lowly commoners dare to challenge me? You really think too highly of yourselves..."

Looking at the soldiers groaning and wailing before her, who could no longer stand, Angela a low, cold laugh. Then, she turned her gaze into the pitch-black darkness.

"Has it finally arrived? My toy?"

"Boom!!"

As Angela spoke, a beam of light, brighter than the others, burst forth with unstoppable force. It was so fast that even Angela only had time to raise her fan before the beam struck her.

The clash of red and white, the immense force of the impact, caused the already crumbling city walls to collapse completely. Now, a figure stood before Angela. He wore sacred knight's armor, his body radiating a light as bright as the sun. His ferocious eyes were bloodshot, and he gripped his sword with both hands, slashing down with deadly force. The pure white longsword was blocked by Angela's black fan, sparks flying.

"Angela!!!"

"Hahaha!!! Hahahaha!! Hahahaha!! Finally, my most interesting toy has appeared, Hyde!! Sen!!!!"

"Kill!!!!"