Ashen Dragon

Duke Franz grinned and let out a sinister laugh, "Ulrichia, countless times I have returned to this city in my dreams to personally chop off your head, ending the calamity that is yet to happen."

His eyes sharpened, and he bellowed through gritted teeth, "Today, let me fulfill this overdue wish!"

Accompanied by a mighty battle roar, Duke Franz's muscles bulged, and blood spurted as he used all his strength to pull the great sword from the Green Dragon's shoulder.

"Prepare to die!"

He jumped to the back of the Green Dragon's head, grabbing its horn with one hand and swinging the great sword towards its slender neck, the impending swing kicking up a fierce wind.

"Pitiful human—"

Sensing a threat to its life, the Ancient Green Dragon struggled desperately, twisting its body and suddenly unfurling its injured wings.

The runes covering its body flashed with eerie light again, releasing an unimaginably evil and twisted strength, with the silhouettes of five giant dragons in the sky seemingly lowering their heads slightly to gaze upon this Ancient Green Dragon.

Tiamat's blessing!

Accompanied by a distant roar, a whirlwind of black light erupted from the Ancient Green Dragon, instantly blasting everything around it—including Duke Franz—away.

Under the impact of this strength, Duke Franz's left arm, holding the great sword, burst open directly, transforming into a myriad of blooming blood flowers.

The great sword fell from the sky, piercing deeply into the ground, creating a massive crack.

And Duke Franz also fell from mid-air, covered in wounds and bones shattered, barely clinging to life.

"Your Grace!"

Adrian gasped, swiftly flapping his wings to rush toward Duke Franz.

But Ulrichia grimly laughed, extending that scepter, with rings of pitch-black light coiling around Adrian, making him unable to escape easily.

At this moment, a distant horn sounded, a cold whirlwind sweeping across the earth, cooling the devil's burning weapons and armor with a hissing sound, even covering them in a layer of white frost.

"These hell spawns are vulnerable, crush them—for the great Angry Lord Koschech!"

The land trembled; the devils on the battlefield looked in terror toward the distance, only to see several mountainous Abyssal beasts growling deeply, while Demon Frost Giants riding atop them waved spears and giant hammers, letting out mad battle cries.

The leading Frost Giant donned pitch-black heavy armor, wielding a giant hammer, towering in stature, his body covered with glowing cracks, with twisted spikes protruding from elbows and knees, exuding a rich chaotic aura, evidently long infected by the Abyss.

He wore a black blindfold over his face, which bore a sinister scar, with the remaining right eye flickering with dark green fire.

The Frost Giant leader rode his dragon beast and crushed over a dozen low-level demons into pulp, cursing furiously, "All of you, get out of my way! You worthless lot have yet to break through the hell spawns' defenses, forcing the great Krum to intervene personally!"

This "great Krum" was a confidant of Koschech, following the Angry Lord into the Abyssal depths after the Giant Pantheon's fall, waging war for millennia, renowned even in the Abyss.

The low-tier demons piled outside the force field wall panicked, opening a wide path under the suppression of status and fear of death.

"Hell's spawns, you are only fit to shiver under Lord Koschech's army, ultimately heading toward death!"

Krum raised his giant hammer, charging in with a shout, and just before crashing into the defense, this Demon Frost Giant swung the hammer single-handedly, smashing into the power field wall with all his might.

In an instant, space shattered, the hammer bringing a biting cold wind and chaotic roar.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a thunderous explosion, the shockwave mixed with hail blasted hundreds of demons and devils away; under this strike, the power field wall shattered abruptly into countless flashing magic fragments.

The devil officer's face twisted as he shouted faintly hoarse, "Quick! Stop that damned Demon Giant!"

"Stop him! Don't let these abyssal spawns disrupt the defense!"

Krum swung the giant hammer, smashing several charging devil soldiers to bits, cold wind sweeping in, turning them into countless ice shard fragments flying skyward.

The Abyss giant beast under the Frost Giant also crashed into the formation, instantly squashing a dozen chain demons into paste.

A dozen Frost Giant cavalry followed closely, swinging their warhammers and spears, stirring up billowing dust while making the cold wind across the barren land sharper.

They were like a pointed iron hammer, striking fiercely into the Hell Legion, creating a huge breach in the previously tight defenses.

Krum's hammer smashed down, making the devil officer's head burst open like a ruptured water bag, blood splattering, laughing wildly in the bloodbath, "The great Krum will smash everything! The entire hell will belong to us Frost Giants, to Lord Koschech!"

"Roar!"

With the power field wall broken, demons rushed into the defenses like released floodwaters, maddenedly mingling with the devils in battle.

The devils of the outer defenses were completely drowned in the demons' mottled flood, as demons competed to grab, bite, and devour the devils' bodies, tearing apart the foremost dozen devil soldiers in an instant.

The number of demons was more than twenty times that of the devils, each demon seemed like a rabid beast, bloodthirsty and ruthless.

Thus, once plunged into a melee, no matter how tight the organization or complete the tactics of the devils, it was futile, forced to watch as they are swallowed by the magic tide, becoming the spoils of rampant demons.

"We've lost control!"

"Lord Uriel, those demons are about to break through!"

The commander of this defense line, Deep Prison Demon Refiner Uriel, looked toward the distant magic tide, gritting his teeth, saying, "The twenty-first and twenty-second legions are beyond saving; let them stall while we retreat."

"Yes, my lord."

Though these Hell Legions were not directly under Uriel, their formidable combat strength caused him heartache.

However, the Deep Prison Demon Refiner acted swiftly, abandoning subordinates without hesitation, gathering key equipment and rallying his elite underlings to retreat into the next defense line shortly thereafter.

Those devils left outside were torn apart by the maddened demons, unable to leave behind a complete corpse—this was indeed the choice for maximum benefit.

Krum raised his giant hammer, swinging it into the air, laughing heartily, "Did you see? They are afraid! These cowards from hell can't stop us! Lord Koschech will conquer Aphernas, making this land a paradise for demons!"

"Long live the Abyss!"

"Praise Lord Koschech!"

The demons thoroughly occupied the outer defense line, letting out chaotic, hoarse roars.

In moments, they had utterly wiped out the tens of thousands of devils, leaving only pools of blood, debris, and shards behind.

This is a demon, a product of chaos, beings born purely for slaughter and destruction; compared to life, they more resemble living catastrophes.

Hell's second line of defense was constructed from rivers of searing magma, where magma routinely surged, splashing into the sky, with deadly poisonous smoke lingering over the river surface, and devil legions in tight formation alongside, equipped with various large devices.

Maddened low-tier demons flapped their wings densely like clouds, attempting to cross over the river but being thwarted by the magma and poison smoke, their twisted bodies igniting accompanied by sharp wails and roars, falling like raindrops from mid-air into the magma, leaving only billowing foul black smoke.

Those robust demons roared furiously, straining with all their might to flap their wings, muscles bulging on shoulders with veins popping, intending to forcefully break through the line, but a potent gravity spell descended, knocking the demons like flies into the magma river.