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Chapter 781: Player Descend
Duke Franz turned toward the source of the sound—hundreds of Humans and Dwarves, each wielding a variety of weapons, charging toward Green Valley Town. At the forefront stood a Paladin clad in gleaming armor, gripping a silver sword that radiated a soft golden aura. In the oppressive darkness of the rainy night, the figure stood out like a beacon.
“That’s… Adrian?” Duke Franz recalled the man. In his memory, this warrior’s child had been a naturally gifted Paladin, though far from possessing the overwhelming presence now emanating from the figure before him.
Hundreds of meters away, the relief force raised their rifles. With a thunderous bang! the sky roared with gunfire. Flames erupted from the muzzles, billowing thick, acrid smoke that stung the nostrils. Bullets tore through the rain, piercing the scales of the Dragon Vein Beasts, shredding through their flesh. The creatures shrieked in agony, plummeting from midair in a cascade of writhing bodies.
From the distance, mortars were brought forward by mounted knights. With earth-shaking booms, shells detonated among the Cult Monks, exploding outward in a fiery bloom. Hundreds were reduced to charred remains in an instant.
“With me! Let’s fight to the death against these damned cultists!” Adrian bellowed, urging his horse forward. He surged ahead, charging straight into the enemy flank. His longsword slashed through the air, unleashing a blinding flare of sunlight-like flames. Dozens of Cultists were consumed in an instant, swallowed by a sea of fire.
Yet this was Adrian’s first use of Sun God Power—still unrefined. The wild flame flickered dangerously close to his own allies, nearly catching them in the inferno.
Behind him, Human knights followed, thrusting their long spears into the air, impaling Dragon Beasts mid-flight. Their long swords and horse sabers hacked through the air, severing heads of nearby cultists with brutal efficiency.
The Dragonfang Dwarves, seeing the enemy, erupted in fury. Hatred flared in their eyes. Without hesitation, they swung war hammers and axes into the crowd, plunging into the fray with merciless slaughter.
Adrian and his companions disrupted the battlefield’s balance. Franz’s elite guards, previously overwhelmed, now held firm against the onslaught of the Dragon Worship Church. There was even a faint hint of counterattack.
But Franz knew—this mere hundred-strong relief force could not change the war’s outcome. Under the relentless assault of the Green Dragon Army, time would inevitably turn against them. They would fall.
“Human! This is your grave! I’ll annihilate your subordinates, and I’ll leave this town nothing but ashes!”
“ROOOOOOOOAAARRR!”
The ancient Green Dragon roared, charging forward with the force of a green mountain, intent on crushing him.
Duke Franz locked eyes with the beast, breathing heavily. His hands gripped the hilt of his greatsword, his body slowly crouching, drawing strength from deep within. The blade began to shimmer with a faint red glow, like blood on the edge of dawn.
“You seek death…”
With a roar that split the heavens, Franz swung his heavy battle sword. The air convulsed. A storm erupted—not of rain, but of raw, violent force. The very space trembled. The only sound left was the sword’s furious passage through the air.
Clang!
Metal met metal. Then—thud.
The ancient Green Dragon was thrown backward, shrieking. Blood and shattered scales flew through the air like shrapnel.
But Franz’s attack wasn’t over. Two mature Green Dragons roared in unison, flanking him from both sides. Razor-sharp claws and rows of jagged teeth lunged at him, eager to tear him apart.
Franz twisted sharply, raising his greatsword to his left side as a shield. It blocked the maw of one dragon, the massive, blood-filled jaws snapping shut inches from his face. But his back was exposed—seconds from being pierced by a descending claw.
“Lord Duke, watch out!”
From afar, Mandrian leapt from his horse, sword blazing with solar fire. He swung the silver blade in a thunderous arc, roaring.
A tearing sound—flesh ripped open. But Duke Franz stood unharmed.
“ROOOOOOOWWWWWRRR!”
The second Green Dragon reared back, howling in pain. Its right claw had been severed clean off. The stump bled profusely, emitting black smoke that reeked of burnt flesh.
The severed claw tumbled to the ground, rolling several times before coming to rest, its tip still dripping crimson.
Franz seized the moment. He shoved the dragon’s head aside with brute force, spun his body, and brought the greatsword down in a crushing arc.
BOOM!
The dragon was flung backward. Its forehead horn was half-chopped off. Its lower jaw was grotesquely misaligned.
“Damned human!”
“I’ll rend you! Your flesh will dissolve in my acid, turning to thick sludge!”
“Lowly creature! Your soul will scream in my belly!”
The Green Dragons roared, their voices laced with fury and menace. Yet Franz and Adrian stood back-to-back, their resolve unshaken.
“Adrian,” Franz glanced at the Paladin’s flaming longsword, murmured, “I didn’t expect you to still carry such divine power in this age… a strength akin to a Divine Offspring.”
“I only discovered it myself,” Adrian said, tightening his grip on the sword.
Franz’s eyes widened with surprise, then hardened into solemnity. “Leave. Now. We can’t defeat these dragons. I’ll die fighting to carve a path for you.”
He wiped blood from his lip, letting out a bitter laugh. “Adrian, you have an unusual talent. You might be the last hope to revive Fadalan. Your life is far more precious than mine—this old soldier, long overdue to die on the battlefield.”
But Adrian gritted his teeth, shaking his head with unwavering resolve. “No, Lord Duke. I’ve run long enough. I’m done running.”
Franz’s voice trembled with anxiety. “When the Five-Colored Dragon Legion surrounds us, there’ll be no escape! Your current forces can’t stand against them!”
Adrian, however, stood firm. “Lord Duke, I said we’ve run long enough. We can’t keep fleeing. And—” He paused, his gaze drifting toward the center of Green Valley Town. “Who said we’re only relying on this force?”
Franz’s eyes widened in shock. It was as if he were seeing Adrian for the first time. He followed the Paladin’s line of sight.
The ground trembled. A towering stone stele rose from the earth, its surface carved with lifelike dragon sculptures and intricate, ancient runes.
“What… is that?”
Franz’s face paled. The aura radiating from the stele was overwhelming—intimidating, yes—but it felt dragon-like, not the divine, sun-blessed presence he’d expected.
“Is that… another trick of those damned humans?”
The Green Dragons, the Cult Monks, even the soldiers of the “Second Fadalan Front”—all stared in stunned disbelief.
But then, the runes flared to life, blazing with radiant spelllight. A violent spatial disturbance erupted. Dust and debris flew. A fierce storm tore through the air, shredding the dark clouds above Green Valley Town, scattering them like ash.
At the stele’s peak, space began to warp and fold. A rift tore open—wide as a city block—revealing a swirling vortex of light.
“Gods…”
The onlookers gasped, their hearts pounding. Suspicion, awe, dread—everything flooded in.
Then, from the vortex, figures poured forth. Shouts of joy, roars, caws—chaotic, triumphant.
“New Dungeon! I’m coming!”
“Long live Kai Xiusu!”
“Hurry! Prepare! Snatch those monsters, guild members!”
First came dozens of knights riding wyverns, their piercing dragon roars echoing across the sky.
Then, warriors clad in heavy, dragon-scale armor descended—each wielding a chain-saw sword in one hand, a blast-arrow rifle in the other. They crashed onto the stone streets, shattering the ground into deep pits.
Behind them came massive, bare-chested monks—muscular, rough-hewn, clad only in lightweight hemp pants. They leapt across rooftops with uncanny agility, moving like shadows between buildings.
These newcomers were bizarre—some barely human, others monstrous in form. One, a bald monk over six meters tall, had eight arms. Their weapons varied wildly—blades, guns, explosive devices—overwhelming the locals, who had never seen anything like it.
But then came the final spectacle.
A deep, thunderous rumble split the sky. A whistle pierced the air. From the vortex emerged a colossal skyborne battleship—over a hundred meters long, forged entirely of steel. Its hull bore the sacred emblem of the Mechanical Divinity, gears and arcane symbols etched into its surface. Steam billowed from its sides, its complex machinery pulsing with energy.
The Iron Beast hovered above, casting a massive shadow that swallowed half of Green Valley Town.
Its belly opened. Dozens of giant mechs—ten meters tall—descended like falling stars. Smaller magitech airships followed, swooping through the sky in rapid succession.
“Gods…”
“By Amanata!”
“Great Dragon Queen… what is that?!”
Every soldier—on every side—stood frozen in shock. The sight was beyond comprehension.
Only those who emerged from the vortex remained unfazed.
“Damn machine freaks! They pulled out the big guns at the start!”
“Hey, move your damn bodies out of the way!”
“The Mechanical Divinity’s abusing their power. Looks like they’re not even leaving us a drop of soup this time!”
Then, a wooden ship—carved with glowing rune arrays—sailed from the rift. Its sails flapped with magical winds, propelling it through the sky like a leviathan in the deep sea.
It was the massive flying vessel of the 【Magic Coin】Guild—another elite faction.
And from the vortex, more followed—war chariots, spaceships, armored vehicles—endless, dazzling, overwhelming.
The sky above Green Valley Town vanished beneath a storm of arrivals. Even Duke Franz, a man who had seen countless battles, stood speechless.
He turned to Adrian. “This… is your relief force? Where do they come from?”
Adrian answered truthfully: “The Empire of Ashen. The Red Dragon Emperor promised full support in our fight against the Dragon Worship Church. But—”
He looked at the overwhelming force descending, a bitter smile curling his lips. “I never thought they’d go this far. They’ve brought reinforcements that are… terrifying.”
Franz’s expression hardened. “Still, remain cautious. That Emperor… he is not truly one of our people.”
Adrian nodded. “I understand. I’ll be careful.”
In the ranks of the Dragon Worship Church, a Green Dragon turned to Rogen, eyes narrowed. “Where did these people come from?”
Rogen, the Cultist leader, stared at the sky riders, then shouted: “Lord Anselm! Look—there’s dragon blood in their veins! They must be ours!”
“Ah… so that’s why they radiate such power,” the dragon rumbled. “They’re followers of the Dragon Queen!”
The Cultists and dragons erupted in cheers, their voices rising in frenzied excitement.
But Rogen, sweating profusely, silently chanted divine spells, desperately trying to uncover the origins of these newcomers through high-level communication.
On the front lines, the soldiers of Green Valley Town stared upward, their faces grim.
They had fought tooth and nail just to hold their ground. But if these terrifying warriors were reinforcements for the Dragon Worship Church—flanked from both sides—they were already doomed. Trapped. Finished.
A deafening whistle cut through the air. Men loaded crossbow bolts, gripped their weapons, held their breath—waiting for the sky to unleash its fury.
But instead, the Dragon Riders soared over the town’s soldiers. With a roar, they plunged toward the Cult Monks.
“What?!”
The Cultists were caught completely off guard. They screamed in panic, scrambling to raise shields—too late.
With a ferocious, unrelenting dragon roar, the Crimson Scale Conquerors dove into the crowd. Two-legged flying dragons unleashed torrents of flame. Their riders, riding the momentum of the dive, slashed and pierced with deadly precision.
They swept across the battlefield like a scythe of death—cutting down hundreds in seconds. Blood and fire rained down. Then, with a graceful twist, they soared back into the sky.
Next, the armored Dragon-Scaled Cultivators landed with crushing force. They crashed into the Cult Army, reducing monks to pulp with bone-crushing blows.
“HAHAHA! For the Emperor! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull offering to the Skull Throne!”
“Come! Give them a merciful end!”
Four-meter-tall humanoids roared, swinging chain-saw swords, firing blast-arrow rifles. They charged into dense groups, hacking, shooting, tearing flesh apart. Blood sprayed like rain. Bodies littered the ground. Rivers of crimson flowed.
Even when wyverns attacked, they didn’t flinch. One warrior seized a wyvern’s head, spinning his chain-saw blade with a sickening whirr—severing its fragile neck in an instant.
Shells rained from the sky, tracing arcs like a storm of fire. Explosions erupted in unending waves. Bodies were torn apart, limbs flying, flesh reduced to ash.
Within minutes of their arrival, the battlefield of Green Valley Town had undergone a world-changing transformation.
(End of Chapter)
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