Ashen Dragon-Chapter 1208 - 354: A World Shrouded in Ashes (Part 2)
Accompanied by a heart-rending "ssss" sound, a massive, scalding torrent of blood, mixed with fragments of viscera, suddenly spewed out from his back, splattering onto the scorched land behind.
The former Evil Dragon Sacrifice lay collapsed on the ground like a shredded rag, body shattered beyond recognition.
The Iron Madman blew the smoke rising from the gun barrel and chuckled, "This is a bullet specifically made to deal with giant dragons and large magical colossuses. Using it on you spellcasters is like firing a cannon at a mosquito. To die under this antimagic armor-piercing bullet—you should feel honored."
"Lord Mahmoud has been killed!"
"These, these damned Imperial People, actually took him out with one shot!"
The cultists were in disarray, completely engulfed in terror and panic, losing the last bit of will to resist, becoming livestock for the Dragon Scale Cultivators to slaughter at will.
The Iron Madman stepped forward, slicing the ropes binding Balder with a sword, and said loudly, "Welcome to the Allied Forces."
Balder rose from the Blood Pools without a word, picked up a long knife discarded by a cultist from the ground, and joined the battlefield. The death of his comrades, the dispirited cultists—an endless rage was about to be unleashed from his heart.
But just then, a sudden change occurred; the pile of minced meat began to squirm, as the mottled, dirty liquid from the Blood Pools converged towards Mahmoud’s "corpse."
Outside the Bronze Fortress, the Abyssal Legion had long occupied the sky and earth, with piles of demon corpses emitting black smoke everywhere.
Frosthorns, Gesh Demons, and other winged demon breeds gathered in the sky, covering the blood-red sky of Aphernas. On the ground, Giant Bull Demons, Berserker Demons, and Demon Giants charged forward, racing to break through the Hell Legion’s defenses.
The devils continued to fiercely resist, with the heavily armored Chain Demon Warriors at the forefront. With the fluctuation of the Magic Web, a sturdy force field wall appeared on the defensive line, causing the foremost demons to crash into it, bleeding from their heads.
The horned demons wielding steel forks and thorny demons leapt into the air, fighting with their lives, causing one winged demon after another to fall from the sky.
Meanwhile, Devil Sorcerers draped in robes hovered mid-air, chanting ancient and evil incantations, as countless hellfires dragged from the sky, bombarding the demons halted in mid-air, unleashing explosions of black smoke and screams amidst the demon group.
At that moment, a melodious horn sound arrived from afar, and a cold gale swept over the land, cooling the red-hot weapons and armor of the devils with a hissing sound, even covering them with frost.
"These hellish bastards are no match, crush them—for the great Angry Lord Koschech!"
The ground trembled, and the devils on the battlefield looked towards the distance in terror, seeing numerous Abyss Giant Beasts the size of small mountains growling deeply, Demon Frost Giants mounted on their backs, brandishing spears and giant hammers, and issuing mad battle cries.
The leading Frost Giant was clad in pitch-black heavy armor, holding a giant hammer, with a towering build, and his skin covered in glowing cracks, with twisted spikes protruding from elbows and knees, radiating a strong chaotic aura, clearly already corrupted by the Abyss.
He wore a black eye patch, with a grim scar on his face and the remaining right eye flickering with dark green fire.
The Frost Giant leader rode a Dragon Beast, crushing over a dozen Low-level Demons into paste and angrily cursed, "Get out of my way! You useless lot, failing to breach the hellish mongrels’ defenses for so long, forcing the great Krum to intervene personally!"
This "Great Krum" is a close aide of Koschech, having followed the Angry Lord into the Abyss after the fall of the Giant Pantheon, waging war across the land for thousands of years and gaining a notorious reputation in the Abyss.
The Low-tier Demons piled outside the force field wall were in a state of shock, under the suppression of status and the fear of death, hurriedly made way, clearing a wide path.
"You hellish bastards can do nothing but shiver under the army of Lord Koschech, finally walking towards death!"
Krum raised the giant hammer, charging forward, and just before crashing into the frontline, the Demon Frost Giant swung the giant hammer single-handedly, smashing it with all his might onto the force field wall.
In an instant, space shattered, the giant hammer bringing with it a fierce chill and chaotic roar.
"Boom!"
With an earth-shattering explosion, a shockwave filled with hail blasted hundreds of demons and devils away. Under that strike, the force field wall shattered abruptly, turning into countless flickering Magic Fragments.
The devil officer, his face contorted, let out a hoarse roar, "Quick! Stop that damned Demon Giant!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
"Stop him! We mustn’t let these Abyss mongrels disrupt the lines!"
Krum swung the giant hammer, smashing several approaching Devil Soldiers into bits. The cold wind swept them away, turning them into countless ice shards, flying upwards.
The Abyss Giant Beast beneath the Frost Giant crashed into the formation, instantly crushing a dozen Chain Demons into pancakes.
Followed closely by a dozen Frost Giant Cavalry, who swung warhammers and spears, raising clouds of dust, further chilling the wasteland’s cold wind.
They were like a sharp iron hammer, hammering hard into the Hell Legion, creating a huge gap in the once tight defensive line.
Krum swung his hammer down, causing the devil officer’s head to burst open like a ruptured water bag, blood splattering, as he laughed bathed in blood, "The great Krum will smash everything! The whole Hell shall belong to us Frost Giants, to Lord Koschech!"
"Awooh!"
With the breaking of the force field wall, demons poured into the defensive lines like a floodgate unleashed, madly battling with the devils.
Now, the devils on the outer defensive line were completely submerged in the chaotic torrent of demons, with demons frenzying to bite, gnaw, and tear apart the devils’ bodies, shredding the foremost dozen devil soldiers to pieces in an instant.
The number of demons exceeded the devils by more than twenty times, each one like a crazed beast, brutal and bloodthirsty, unrestrained.
Thus, once dragged into chaos, no matter how tightly organized or well-planned the devils’ tactics were, it was futile, as they could only watch themselves being devoured by the magic tide, becoming the spoils of the frenzied demons.
"We can’t hold them off!"
"Lord Uriel, those demons are about to overrun us!"
The Deep Prison Demon Refiner Uriel, commander of this frontline, looked at the distant magic tide, gritting his teeth and said, "The 21st Legion and the 22nd Legion are beyond saving, let them buy us time to retreat."
"Yes, sir."
Though these two Hell Legions were not under Uriel’s direct command, their considerable combat power made him feel a pang of loss.
But the Deep Prison Demon Refiner moved swiftly, unhesitatingly abandoning subordinates, taking key equipment with him, organizing his elite troops, and shortly retreating to the next defensive line.
The devils left outside were all torn apart by the crazed demons, leaving not a single complete corpse—the greatest benefit-maximizing choice.
Krum lifted his giant hammer, waving it in the air, laughing loudly, "Do you see? They’re scared! These cowards from Hell cannot stop us! Lord Koschech will claim Aphernas, this land will become a paradise for demons!"
"Long live the Abyss!"
"Praise Lord Koschech!"
The demons had completely taken over the outer defensive line, emitting numerous noisy, hoarse roars.
In just moments, they had slaughtered tens of thousands of devils clean, leaving only a ground full of blood, residue, and fragments.
This is what demons are, born of chaos, existing purely for slaughter and destruction, more akin to living disasters than life itself.
The Hell’s second line of defense was composed of scorching lava rivers, which often erupted, splattering into the sky, with deadly toxic smoke lingering above the river, while devil armies stood ready on the riverbank with various large-scale weapons.
The crazed Low-tier Demons flapped their wings, dense as dark clouds, attempting to cross the river from above, only to be thwarted by lava and toxic smoke. Their twisted bodies ignited, accompanied by pitiful wails and roars, falling like raindrops from the air, into the lava below, leaving behind only a stench of black smoke.
