Ashen Dragon

The force field giant shield was exceptionally strong and indestructible, dragging armored vehicles carrying mortars, steam tanks, and even the Empire's army behind the giant armor, escaping the bombardment of the Thracian defenders.

But the dragon group and airships in the sky were not so lucky; vast numbers of bipedal wyverns were engulfed by flames, and some airships turned into massive fireballs, rapidly plummeting toward the ground, finally exploding with a boom.

Arturo raised his longsword, roaring angrily, "All troops, heed my command—fire! Blow open the Thracians' tortoise shell for me!"

Instantly, the barrels of the mortars and steam tanks were raised simultaneously, bursting forth with brilliant fire and endless smoke from their muzzles.

"Boom—"

Each terrifying shell struck the light screen, and the powerful shockwave caused the city walls to shake again, with several soldiers falling with wails.

Meanwhile, at the rear of the imperial position, court mages held their magic wands, floating in midair, softly chanting ancient Draconic.

"Roar—"

Amid the sky's roar, nine fire dragons extended their claws and wings rushing toward August, unleashing a vast sea of fire that ruthlessly consumed the city walls, causing the light screen to flicker incessantly.

These spells were released by borrowing the power of the Ashen Emperor, possessing a potency equivalent to that of high-level magic above the eighth tier, capable of destroying a city.

However, magic has a heritage, requiring a long accumulation, and the Empire obviously did not have this condition.

Furthermore, the Thracian Arcane Legion was by no means ordinary, having a deep heritage inherited from Holy Fadlan, with even some legendary mages in their ranks.

"Swoosh—"

Accompanied by extremely intense fluctuations in the Magic Web, a gigantic vortex appeared in the air, releasing a strong attraction that swallowed all the flames into an elemental tower.

Instantly, a massive fireball nearly ten meters in diameter appeared at the top of one of the elemental towers, with its core accumulating magnificent energy, emitting a dazzling light, as if something was about to be born from within.

"Not good! Our spell energy has been absorbed by the enemy, be careful of their next attack!"

The Empire's spellcasters were greatly alarmed, hurriedly raising their voices to remind, and collectively raising their wands to release one magic barrier after another in the sky.

Meanwhile, those giant armors also combined their force field giant shields to form an indestructible force field barrier resembling a fortress.

"Boom—"

Dazzling pillars of fire ripped through the sky, piercing through more than ten magical barriers in succession, finally blocked by the giant shield of the armored corps, turning into flames scattered across the sky.

"Damn Thracians!"

"Destroy them!"

The imperial officers again waved their sabers, issuing roars filled with anger.

The Empire's firepower became even more fierce, with distant heavy artillery launching another volley, and steam tanks at the frontline firing armor-piercing bullets, even the army madly pouring bullets, the gunfire and gunpowder smoke nearly covering the frontline.

In the high sky, Stieg too spread his wings, raising his head to let out a mighty roar, exuding an intimidating Dragon's Might.

"Roar—"

In an instant, an imperial dragon group composed of over a thousand sub-dragons surged like dark clouds, flapping their wings chaotically, swooping toward August City.

They searched for loopholes in the light screen, quickly squeezing through, and pounced on the imperial soldiers on the city walls, unscrupulously scratching and biting, breathing out scorching dragonflame.

Immediately, the Thracians were thrown into panic, chaotic, with noisy clamors and screams echoing above the city walls.

"Damn beasts!"

"Quick! Crossbowmen, obliterate these bastards!"

Soon, under the officers' orders, the Thracian soldiers raised their bows and hand crossbows, continuously firing at the sub-dragons in the sky.

Soldiers with golden shields and spears stood at the forefront, resisting the sub-dragons' diving assaults, and stabbing the sky with their spears, often able to pierce through the sub-dragons' hearts.

By the Sun God Crossbows in the distance, soldiers labored to turn the winches, accumulating strength, while the golden giant arrows they fired could penetrate three or four sub-dragons at once, stringing them together.

The sub-dragons howled, roared, with blood and scales flying, constantly descending from the sky, but many soldiers were also burned to death by dragonflame, pierced by poisonous tails, or even had their heads bitten off alive.

"Awo—"

Yet the bipedal wyverns were particularly cunning, flocking towards the bed crossbows, swinging sharp claws, stabbing with long tails, and spewing scorching dragonflame, burning those precious Sun God Crossbows and the soldiers operating them into charcoal.

On the city walls, chaos reigned, and the bloody, chaotic struggle gave the imperial main force a rare opportunity to catch their breath and a chance to tear open the light screen.

Those giant armors came to the front of the light screen, extending spiral spears inscribed with space magic from their arms.

These colossal beings leaped high, the flame throwers in their elbows accelerating the thrust, the spiral spears carrying an unstoppable momentum, heavily striking the light screen.

In an instant, the indestructible light screen trembled, twisted, and then gradually revealed dense, cobweb-like cracks.

Subsequently, the tanks raised their main cannons, launching another volley, with each armor-piercing bullet targeting the light screen's weak points, making it even more dim.

"Crack—"

Finally, a large gap appeared in the light screen, through which the imperial army surged in like floodwaters through an open gate.

Seeing this scene, the Thracian officers on the city walls hurriedly shouted, "The holy barrier is about to shatter! Quickly stop them!"