Ashen Dragon

The Fallen Elves also looked up, noticing the anomaly in the sky, and began to clamor.

"Look quickly, it's a Dragon!"

"A Dragon!"

"By the Eight-armed Mother Goddess, that's a Gold Dragon. Is it our enemy or ally?"

"We are the Holy Court Blade, Retainers of the Moonlight and Dark Goddess, a holy army here to suppress the rebels. It must be here to help us!"

As they argued incessantly, the Gold Dragon let out a roar, then spread its wings and opened its large mouth, diving down with a howling Gale, with dazzling light emerging from deep in its throat.

"This isn't good!"

"It's coming for us! Damned Golden-skinned crawler!"

Realizing its ill intent, the Fallen Elves cursed vehemently, spewing curses full of venomous hatred.

But the searing Gale swept the land, surging toward them.

"Boom—"

The sound of the air splitting echoed through the sky as the surging Dragonflame poured like a waterfall from the Gold Dragon's mouth, creating a vast sea of raging flames, consuming hundreds of Fallen Elves.

"Ah, so hot, my whole body is on fire!"

"No—"

"Damned crawler!"

"Gold Dragon! We are the Holy Court Blade! Why do you attack us indiscriminately?"

The Fallen Elves howled nearly in madness, letting out hoarse roars of anger, struggling continuously within the blazing sea of flames, to no avail.

Their skin was burnt black, cracking with a crisp sound, revealing the fearsome half-spider bodies beneath their Elf skins.

These half-spider monsters let out bizarre shrieks, scuttling away swiftly on their sharp, slender legs from the flame.

But covered in Dragonflame as they were, even rolling on the ground couldn't extinguish the fire; they could only curl up amid their cries, transforming into charred remains.

"Kill that crawler, shoot it down!"

"Release the arrows for me!"

"At all costs, kill it, and do not let these rebels escape!"

Seryan struck the ground repeatedly with the Magic Wand, his expression grim, his tone full of anger.

The Fallen Elves strung their bows, aiming at the Gold Dragon in the sky, and a volley of poisoned Arrows whistled through the air.

Those Elf Mages also raised their Scepters, dark beams burst out, rushing toward the Gold Dragon's belly.

But the Ancient Gold Dragon raised its head in a long cry, spread its wings, with its body wreathed in Dragonflame, transforming into a fierce Flamestorm that swallowed all those arrows and spells.

"Fallen ones colluding with The Abyss, creatures twisted by darkness—I shall bury you in flames!"

Titus gave a cold snort, and in an instant, a dazzling blaze erupted from his golden eyes.

In no time, countless meteors fell from the sky, trailing splendid flames, carrying terrifying energy, crashing into the ranks of the Fallen Elves, triggering massive explosions.

Gazing at the overwhelming force created by the Gold Dragon, Catherine showed a look of joy, speaking respectfully, "Lord Titus, thank you for your assistance."

"As expected of the legendary Dawn Wings, your strength truly leaves me... awestruck."

Rhea, in the distance, cut down the head of a Fallen Elf with a sword, also nodded in the direction of the Ancient Gold Dragon.

Titus waved his broad Dragon Wings, hovering above the battlefield like a Guardian God, bowing his head solemnly, "I greet you, Catherine. You are too kind."

"Upholding justice, eliminating evil, this is the duty of our Metal Dragons. I would come to assist no matter what, especially with your invitation."

Raising her Scepter, Catherine cast gentle light upon the Gold Dragon, smiling, "Lord Titus, your magnanimity is highly admirable to me."

"That's the legendary Dragon of Dawn, Titus! No wonder it can spew such terrifying Dragonflame."

"Truly a mighty Gold Dragon!"

"Great, he's our ally! With such a powerful ally, we will surely reclaim the Holy Tree!"

With the arrival of the Gold Dragon, the Silver Moon Followers, and the Soldiers of the Harpist Alliance were greatly encouraged, their morale soaring, as they wielded their swords and charged at those enemies pushed back by the Dragonflame.

The face of the Fallen Elf Elder Seryan was shrouded in gloom, and he ordered sternly, "Keep attacking, do not fear! The great Mother Goddess watches over you!"

"Remember, we are the rightful rulers of Serinia, far outnumbering them—these rebels can never defeat us!"

"Hooray!"

"For the Mother Goddess!"

The Fallen Elves looked frenzied, charging recklessly against the barrage of arrows and engulfing flames, even transforming directly into distorted Spider Monsters.

Seryan squinted his eyes, raising the Magic Wand in his hand, the tip emitting a strong evil pulse, causing the space to tremble and shudder.

"Great Mother Goddess, I beseech you to send noble messengers..." he murmured softly.

A harsh, screeching, metallic sound, like rusted metal scraping against itself, came from mid-air.

"Screech—"

The space was pierced and torn by sharp legs, creating a gash that emitted a heavy toxic mist.

Following that, a hideous Giant Spider Monster slowly crawled out from the spatial rift, it had hundreds of crimson eyes, and each of its legs was nearly twenty meters long.

"Praise the Mother Goddess!!"

Seryan stretched out his arms, as if embracing the world, a look of madness on his scarred face.

"Filthy Monster—" the Gold Dragon let out an enraged roar, opening its large mouth wide, a scorching Pillar of Fire erupted, blasting toward the Giant Spider.