Chapter 708: The Maw of Annihilation
That Force Field Great Shield was exceptionally resilient—unbreakable—shielding the Mortar Armored Vehicle, Steam Tank, and even the entire Empire’s army as they followed in the wake of the Giant Armor, narrowly evading the Thrace defenders’ explosive barrages.
But the Dragon Horde in the skies and the Airships weren’t so lucky. Dozens of Wyverns were incinerated by Flame Light Consumption, while entire Airships exploded into massive Fireballs, plummeting toward the ground in fiery ruin.
Arturo raised his long blade, roaring with fury:
“All units—open fire! Blast open the Thracians’ turtle shell!”
Instantly, the Mortar and Steam Tank barrels lifted in unison. From their Cannon Muzzles erupted dazzling Flame Light and thick, choking Smoke, like a storm of fire and fury.
“Boom—”
Dozens of devastating Shells slammed into the Light Screen, unleashing powerful Shockwaves that shook the city walls once more. Soldiers screamed as they fell, their bodies torn apart by the blast.
Behind the Empire’s frontline, Court Spellcasters hovered midair, staffs raised, chanting ancient Dragon Tongue incantations.
“Roar—”
From the heavens, nine Fire Dragons—clawed, fanged, and roaring—descended upon August, unleashing a torrential Sea of Flames that scoured the city walls. The Light Screen flickered violently under the onslaught.
These were Spells fueled by the Emperor of the Ashen Flame’s immense power—high-tier, eight-circle-level magic capable of destroying entire cities.
But magic, like all great arts, requires Heritage—a legacy built over centuries. The Empire lacked that depth.
Yet the Thrace Arcane Legion was no ordinary force. They drew power from the Sacred Fedran, their lineage steeped in ancient arcane tradition, and among them walked Legendary Mages.
“Swish—”
A violent Arcane Web Disturbance tore through the air. A colossal vortex formed in mid-sky, emitting an overwhelming pull that sucked the incoming Fire Dragons’ flames into an Elemental Tower.
In an instant, one of the Elemental Towers erupted at its peak—a ten-meter-wide Fireball, pulsing with raw, blinding energy, as if something immense were about to be born.
“No! Our spell energy is being absorbed! Watch out for their next attack!”
An Empire Spellcaster cried out in alarm, raising his staff. The entire sky filled with Magical Barriers as the casters scrambled to defend.
Meanwhile, the Giant Armors combined their Force Field Great Shields, forming a fortress-like barrier—unbreakable, impenetrable.
“Boom—”
A searing Flame Column ripped through the sky, piercing through a dozen Magical Barriers before finally being blocked by the Armored Corps’ Great Shield, exploding into a storm of fire and ash.
“Damn Thracians!”
“Destroy them!”
Imperial Officers swung their swords, their voices thick with rage.
The Empire’s assault grew fiercer. Far-off Heavy Cannons fired another voluntary volley, while frontline Steam Tanks unleashed Armor-Piercing Bullets. Even the infantry poured bullets into the fray—gunfire and gunsmoke blanketing the frontline like a suffocating fog.
High above, Smaug unfurled his wings, letting out a long, thunderous Roar, radiating an aura of terrifying Dragon威.
“Roar—”
Instantly, a flock of over a thousand Hybrid Dragons—like a storm of dark clouds—descended upon August, flapping wildly, diving toward the city walls. They sought gaps in the Light Screen, and once found, they surged through, clawing at Imperial soldiers, tearing flesh, and spewing scorching Dragon Flame.
The Thracians panicked. Chaos erupted along the walls—shouts, screams, and cries of terror echoed through the air.
“Damn beasts!”
“Quick! Archers and crossbowmen—kill every one of them!”
Under their officers’ orders, Thrace soldiers raised bows and hand crossbows, firing relentlessly at the sky. Soldiers in golden shields, wielding spears, took the front line, blocking the Hybrid Dragons’ dive attacks. With precise Spear Spines, they pierced through the dragons’ hearts.
At the Sun Divine Trebuchet far away, soldiers strained against the winch, muscles taut, building strength. The golden Massive Bolts they launched could pierce three or four Hybrid Dragons at once, skewering them like meat on a stick.
The Hybrid Dragons screamed, their blood and scales flying. Dragons fell from the sky, but so too did soldiers—burned alive by Dragon Flame, pierced through by toxic tails, or even bitten in half, their heads torn off.
“Aow—”
But the Wyverns were cunning. They swarmed the Heavy Trebuchets, slashing with claws, whipping their tails, and blasting Dragon Flame, reducing the precious weapons—and the men who operated them—to charcoal.
The city wall was in utter chaos. The blood-soaked, brutal slaughter gave the Empire’s main force a rare chance to breathe—and the opening they needed to crack the Light Screen.
The Giant Armors advanced to the barrier, their arms extending Spiral Spears inscribed with Space Magic. With a thunderous leap, their Flame Jet engines flared, launching them forward with unstoppable momentum. The Spiral Spears drove into the Light Screen with crushing force.
The Unbreakable Light Screen trembled, warped, and then—cracks spread like a spiderweb across its surface.
Then, the Tanks’ main cannons lifted, firing another voluntary volley. Each Armor-Piercing Bullet struck at the weakened points, making the screen flicker and dim.
“Crack—”
A massive Gap split open in the Light Screen.
Like a floodgate breaking, the Empire’s army surged through, pouring into the city’s inner sanctum.
On the city wall, Thrace officers shouted in alarm:
“The Sacred Barrier is failing! Stop them!”
“Boom—”
The steel gates of August slowly rose, accompanied by the heavy, grinding footsteps of Steel Constructs emerging from within. Towering, armored, they charged toward the Giant Armors outside the barrier.
One Steel Construct roared, its Alchemy Matrix glowing fiercely. It swung a massive Iron Fist, aiming to crush the Giant Armor.
But the Giant Armor raised its Force Field Great Shield, blocking the blow. Then, with its right arm, it fired a blinding Flame Column from its Elemental Heavy Cannon, tearing through the Steel Construct’s abdomen—shattering its intricate, complex Alchemy Matrix.
From behind, hundreds of missiles launched from the Giant Armor, exploding against the Steel Constructs, reducing them to blackened, smoking wrecks. They roared in pain, their fury deafening.
One Steel Construct retaliated, aiming directly at the Giant Armor’s head, delivering a crushing blow that turned its metallic skull into scrap. The Giant Armor collapsed with a roar, its pilot crushed into meat pulp beneath the wreckage.
“Boom! Boom!”
The Colossal Entities wrestled in the streets, their steel fists and alloy hammers clashing, shaking the city walls and splitting the ground.
Yet the Steam Tanks and Imperial Army were far from idle. They kept firing, their triggers clicking relentlessly, riddling the Steel Constructs with countless tiny holes.
“Amanata above—look! What is that?”
“God… God in heaven…”
Suddenly, a Portal slowly opened in the sky. From the distance, a massive shadow emerged—two hundred meters long, like a floating fortress.
It was the Empire of Ashen’s third Airship Army’s flagship, the Isdalia.
This Airship was powered by Hell technology provided by Bair. Twelve Hellfire Furnaces were linked in parallel, converting magma heat into pulsed Magic Power via gear-driven Runes Pistons. The Steam Valves expelled Sulfuric Cloud Storms.
But the true terror lay in its belly—a Destruction Weapon of unimaginable power: the “Maw of Annihilation”-class Magitech Track Boom Cannon.
This thirty-meter-long Heavy Cannon was pitch-black, covered in fearsome horns forged from Purgatory Black Iron, its hexagonal barrel lined with seventeen layers of Arcane Runes. Each shot consumed ten thousand gold coins’ worth of energy ore.
It was the Empire’s most destructive weapon—its sole purpose on the battlefield: to shatter the city of August.
“Prepare for fire!”
Inside the Isdalia, hundreds of Imperial soldiers loaded energy crystals, turned valves, and channeled sulfur-scented steam that churned through the engine rooms. The colossal barrel slowly rotated under the force of mechanical gears.
The Isdalia’s captain stared at the watch dials, then personally severed the safety valve.
“Let the cowardly Thracians experience the true Aesthetic of Brutality!”
“Hum—”
The cannon’s maw now aimed directly at August, glowing with blinding light.
The mere energy wave radiating from it caused winds to howl across ten miles, dust storms to rise from the earth, and even space itself to distort and fold.
This shot might just break the Sacred Domain.
Even Wilhelm, hovering above the Sun Tower, widened his eyes in shock, his voice thick with fury:
“Stop them!”
“For Thrace!”
“For Amanata! Destroy that Heavy Cannon!”
Instantly, the Angel Divine Offspring circling the Sun Tower let out a battle cry, their burning Longswords flashing, wings unfurling as they dove at deafening speed.
Tirena led the charge, her eyes blazing with Divine Light, her Judgment Longsword raised high, rallying the angels.
“Aow—”
In response to Smaug’s roar, the Hybrid Dragons surged forward like a dark storm, surging waves of fire and fury, attempting to block the angels’ assault.
But countless light blades wove through the sky, tearing through space. Scalding Dragon blood, flying limbs, and shattered scales rained down.
In an instant, the Angel Divine Offspring had cut down every Hybrid Dragon in their path. Limbs severed, bodies falling like stones.
“His Majesty Wilhelm shall grant you Death!”
Tirena swung her Longsword, fierce and relentless.
The Angel Divine Offspring streaked across the sky like shooting stars, their golden trails blazing toward the Isdalia.
Then—a deafening Dragon Roar echoed from above.
A wave of pulsing Dragon威 swept through the sky. Even the Angel Divine Offspring faltered, their minds clouded with dread.
“Impossible! We are descendants of the Sun God! Why are we afraid?!”
“That… is—”
Tirena looked up, her eyes widening.
Above them, a fearsome Phantom of the Red Dragon loomed—massive, terrifying, and imposing.
And the one who summoned it? Nearly three hundred fully armored Dragon Riders—the Crimson Scale Conquerors.
“Crimson Scale Conquerors—Dragon Roar Charge!”
Alje raised his Everburning Greatsword, opened his mouth, and unleashed a piercing Dragon Roar. The Crimson Scale Conquerors answered in unison, their roars merging into a resonant wave—so powerful, it felt as if the Emperor of the Ashen Flame himself had descended.
Behind them, the Phantom Red Dragon grew larger, more majestic—the full power of all Crimson Scale Conquerors combined.
Alje gave the order.
The Two-Headed Dragon Cluster dived through the clouds, teeth of their wings scraping the air, trailing fiery afterburns.
With the Dive’s momentum, Alje swung his Everburning Greatsword, cutting off an Angel Divine Offspring’s head. The other Crimson Scale Conquerors thrust their Crimson Dragon Longspears, piercing through the angels’ chests with ease.
But Tirena snapped out of her daze. She stared at the Dragon Riders before her, her face twisted with fury, Divine Light blazing from every pore.
“Dragon’s Claws! You’re asking for death! Who gave you the right—to harm the Descendants of the Sun God?!”
A barrage of Holy Light Spears erupted from her back, impaling seven Crimson Scale Conquerors through the chest. Her Judgment Longsword swung, cleaving three Wyverns in half, blood erupting into the sky.
At that moment, the Angel Divine Offspring awakened fully. They roared, burning Longswords blazing, Divine Power erupting as they clashed with the Crimson Scale Conquerors.
Explosions flashed through the clouds. Over a hundred Wyverns, wounded and bleeding, struggled to climb. Red and gold blood painted the sky in a Death Rainbow. Angels and dragon riders tumbled from the heavens.
In the midst of this chaos and slaughter, Stuffed Bun gripped his Long Spear, charging at an Angel Divine Offspring who had his back turned.
“You bird-brained fool, don’t think you can escape!”
“Swish—”
“Foolish.”
Tirena cut down a Crimson Scale Conqueror pursuing her from behind, splitting him in two. Then, with wings spread, she flew like a streak of light, racing toward the Isdalia’s cannon just as it prepared to fire.
Tirena raised her Judgment Longsword high, the golden flame blazing into a fifteen-meter-long Greatsword, descending from the sky like a divine blade.
“For the Eternal Lord of Light!”
Sun God Power surged, splitting the sky open like a massive crack, tearing through clouds as if the heavens themselves were being ripped apart.
But then—a massive hand of Dragon Flame appeared in the sky, catching the sword mid-air.
“Impossible! That’s impossible!”
Tirena’s face turned ashen, her eyes wide with disbelief.
From the flames and ash, Misha emerged, her left hand extended, blocking the sky. Her voice was calm, cold, devoid of emotion:
“Your Sun God is trapped in eternal slumber. And your old era’s end? It’s only one thing—complete destruction by the Empire.”
“Gravitational Distortion Field charging at 90%… Hellfire Furnace overload warning!”
“Charging complete!”
The Maw of Annihilation was now fully charged.
A beam of light, nearly ten meters in diameter, shot forth—ripping open the sky, descending like Divine Punishment, booming toward August, fifteen miles away.
“Boom—”
(End of Chapter)
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