Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 191 Angel of Death
The earth shook, flames shot up into the sky, and everything before the orcs' eyes instantly turned into a flaming hell. The flapping wings of the dragons covered the sky and their shadows enveloped the earth.

The strong wind brought by the giant dragon rolled up the rolling dust, and the rolling dust clung to the blazing flames, as if the ground under the earth had turned into an ever-expanding furnace, spewing heat wantonly.

In the rolling smoke and dust, one terrifying and ferocious beast after another broke through the smoke and dust, spraying out the breath of destruction wantonly.

"You will end up here!"

The teenage red dragon Clenaya roared fiercely, opened its huge mouth full of sharp white fangs, and the fire that burned everything turned into an extremely terrifying pillar of flames, sweeping ahead.

Several orc warriors who were charging forward with shields wrapped in cowhide in their hands were blasted into the air by a pillar of fire that emerged from the ground the moment Clenaya spewed out flames. Their entire bodies were exposed to the raging dragon fire and were instantly burned and smashed.

"You will all die here!"

The young red dragon Caedilos charged at the front left of the formation, only one body length behind Clenaya. The young red dragon raised his head and roared.

His wings were like blades, which could directly cut off the orc's cervical vertebrae under a rapid impact. His sharp claws were like a swooping steel knife, which could pierce through the orc's hard skull.

He did not spit out his dragon fire. Instead, he used all his strength to squeeze out the magic power surging in his body, chanting the ups and downs of the dragon language in his throat.

The young red dragon did not have the terrifying talent of the dragon master, who could forcibly command and imprison elements and magic. But when Charon's spirit stepped out of the desolate realm and descended into the world of Ekania again.

The temple high in the sky sheds the glory of the Lord of Dragons. This glory is transformed from countless accumulated powers of faith and heart energy, and falls on every warrior who fights for the dragons.

These warriors are unable to perceive that their own spirits are active and boiling. Their courage is more fearless, their strength is stronger, and their bodies are tougher.

The young red dragon Kaidelos even felt that his magical ability had been improved to a higher level.

So when Caedilos released all his strength, the ground where Caedilos flew over began to shake continuously.

Finite cracks spewed out flames as they trembled. The immeasurable magma deep underground was drawn by the red dragon's magic, breaking out of the ground like fountains and carrying the orcs up to the low sky.

The orc soldiers tried hard to keep their balance amid the shaking of the earth, while trying to avoid the frost breath and claws of the young white dragon Gmot on the right.

But within a radius of dozens of meters, a sea of fire had gradually formed. The range continued to expand as the red dragon Caedilos flew by, and they had nowhere to escape.

The teenage green dragons Antajena and Eli also spewed thick poisonous acid mist from their mouths, which drifted in the strong wind and corroded the orcs' eyes.

But as Antajena flew by, she scattered blood-sucking vine seeds. These magical plants numbered in the thousands thanks to Antajena's cultivation and talent.

The seeds of the blood-sucking vine either fell on the ground or automatically drilled into the wounds of the orcs, sucking their blood and flesh or growing against the wind, instantly growing into countless thick vines with hooked claws.

These thick vines twisted as if they had their own life, specifically looking for the orcs' weak points to attack. The huge vines were tough enough to withstand the orcs' repeated slashes.

But before that, the vines had already tripped or tied up the orcs, and the tips of the vines with hooks drilled directly into the orcs' eyes, nostrils and mouths.

The thick vines moved, making gurgling sounds, and in less than a moment they had sucked the blood and flesh of an orc dry, leaving only a layer of skin supported by the vines.

The blood-sucking vine, replenished with nutrients from flesh and blood, broke through the skin, bound the bones, bared its claws, grew rapidly, and continued to look for its next target.

The two heads of the white dragon Kamide are particularly strange. The dragon breath spewed out by the new head is actually dense water mist. This water mist is sprayed on the orcs' bodies, and can instantly absorb a large amount of heat from the orcs' bodies, and then explode and turn into misty fog.

Kamide's other head directly spewed out frost breath, instantly freezing the dense mist and the orcs, turning them into human-shaped ice sculptures, and then when the water mist condensed into ice particles burst, the entire ice sculpture exploded.

As for the black dragon Rosani, his venomous breath had turned into a black poisonous fire with steam. Although the temperature of the black dragon's poisonous fire was not high, it could not ignite the orcs' leather armor.

But it can burn the exposed skin of the orc warriors, causing pus to ooze out everywhere, and the blood to turn into poisonous water that flows all over the ground.

The two blue dragons, Carlit and Doss, were stirring up strong winds and spewing out thick branch-like lightning, which accurately struck the orc leaders and spellcasters one by one, instantly turning them into charcoal.

The few white dragons following behind these giant dragons could only barely keep up with the formation, and they took the opportunity to spit out dragon breath to send the lucky ones who were plowed by the dragon group into the River Styx.

The orc commander-in-chief glared at the group of dragons charging over the orc army's heads. He could not believe what he saw. The army of more than 100,000 was stirred up at this moment, allowing these giant beasts to attack the defense line back and forth.

Many of those spellcaster legions were still being held back by the tide of the dead, while the heavy artillery and long-range positions of the orc army had no time to turn around before they were met with the desperate attacks of the Legion of Redemption and the First Legion.

However, the archer corps left behind by the remaining reserve legion guarding the orc prince Garn was distracted by the large number of cavalry that attacked from the enemy side and was tied down by a large number of beast cavalry, making it impossible for them to launch an effective attack on the dragon.

The orc warlord could only watch as the orc spellcasters cast a layer of magical protection on the orc warriors to resist the dragon's spells and dragon breath.

Release a large-scale "War Encouragement" to resist the dragon's majesty and oppression. But the next moment, these orc warriors were torn apart and devoured by countless frost, flame, venom and lightning, and they couldn't even hold on for a second.

These powerful orc warriors, each of which has enough strength to defeat two or more professional human warriors head-on, are the elite selected by the kingdom and have the protection of spellcasters.

But the moment the dragons appeared, the orcs' flesh and blood were burnt, their bones and flesh were torn, and their skin and flesh melted. They were shattered by the unparalleled impact force, and the remaining limbs and flesh turned into a bloody rain that fell to the ground.

The orc commander's hair trembled: "Monster!"

"Don't crowd together, don't retreat anymore, charge forward, anyone who retreats will die!"

The veins on the arms of the orc legion leader Gash bulged, and he used all his strength to strike with the steel flail he was holding, colliding with the dragon claws of the blue dragon Doss who passed by, and then he immediately dodged back. Even though he was a holy-level warrior, he still couldn't face the dragon's powerful force head-on.

He knew very well that more than ten dragons alone could not fight against the entire orc army. These dragons were breaking through the orc army's solid defenses for their loyal followers and warriors, making the orc army even more chaotic, and then dividing and defeating them one by one.

Those terrifying heavy armor and heavy bladed legions were cutting through their own legions along the breach opened by the dragons. Without the protection of those heavy shield orcs, the remaining orc warriors were like fish to be slaughtered in front of these heavy armored legions.

Anyone who stands in the way will be crushed!
The countless flashing sword lights actually cut the orc warrior's weapon and body into two parts. The river of sharp blades had begun to slowly destroy all life that stood in the way.

Gash flew through the Guards Corps and shouted loudly: "Reorganize the charge, hold your weapons tightly, follow me, and fight your way out!"

In the boiling and noisy battlefield, in the roaring and shaking world, the orc commander could no longer hear clearly what his legion commander was saying, but he could see that in front of him was a heavily armored army advancing silently and killing silently.

The space on the right side of the army has been squeezed by the desperate charges of the Orcs' Redemption Army and the Dragon's First Army. The Dragon's spellcaster army has begun to take the initiative to step out of the city to provide support for the Dragon's warriors and launch spell attacks on the Orcs' army like a meteor shower.

Behind them was a huge tide of the dead, which was also constantly attacking the orcs' formation. The heavy cavalry on the left, led by the centaur monsters, were also constantly attacking the periphery, cutting through the orc army layer by layer like peeling skin.

They are already surrounded. Once the movement space of all the orcs is squeezed, their numerical advantage will be gone. They will then be strangled one by one by the giant dragons and dragon riders in the sky. Even if there are 100,000 orcs, they will die here.

Now if they want to reverse the chaotic trend, they can only charge forward desperately. Their charge will lead tens of thousands of orcs in their own camp, while the opposite side is only a heavy armored corps of several thousand people.

"Solidify the line, defend and counterattack, then push out, push out, and don't retreat," the orc prince Garen stood under the orc royal flag and shouted to all the heralds to convey his orders.

Although the Iron Knights led by Chiron were unstoppable in the first few waves of attacks, it also gave the Orc Prince Garn time to reorganize his troops.

Those who still remain with the Orc Prince Garen are all elite troops directly under his command. Even though they have been repeatedly impacted by the steel torrent, they have not collapsed, but have gradually begun to stabilize their front line.

Faced with an army that is several times larger than their own, no matter how powerful the cavalry is, they cannot directly rush into the core of the army. Once the cavalry, who are heavily surrounded, lose their impact power, they will lose their most threatening force.

"Attack, attack, cut off their royal flags, even if their flesh and blood melt, their souls will return to the temple forever!" The Centaur Chiron waved his long sword, shining like thunder and lightning, and led the heavy armored cavalry to continuously attack the rear of the orcs' main camp.

As the charge became more difficult, these steel cavalrymen began to be damaged. Their armor could withstand the penetration of arrows, but it could not resist the attacks from the spellcaster legion and the entire orc army.

One after another, the Iron Knights fell on the way of charge. Their indomitable souls still lingered in their bodies and refused to leave. They also rejected the call from the Dragon Temple.

Their will actually took on substantial power in the light of the Dragon Temple, and the remaining spirituality in their dead bodies burned here, igniting their loyal souls.

Using this as strength, their bodies stood up again and launched one final attack.

"Even if our flesh and blood fall and our souls die, our will will live on. May our will, like the world ruled by our king, shine brighter than gold!"

These warriors who had burned everything actually burst out with unparalleled strength. Their bodies had long since grown unfazed by pain and death, and they actually crashed directly into the orcs' gun formation.

Unspeakable courage and will turned into an unstoppable force, directly breaking through the orcs' spear formation. One spear after another pierced through the damaged armor of these iron knights and passed through them.

But these death knights were only slightly repelled, and then they quickened their pace of attack again. Their souls had already begun to burn, and they did not have much time left.

"Unfortunately, there's not much I can do," said Caron, who was based in the spiritual realm. He was standing in front of the light cocoon transformed from the nightmare, extracting the spiritual authority that he could now sense.

In the big cocoon, the awakened nightmare cursed the hateful red dragon in front of him with the most vicious curse, but as the spiritual power was taken away, the body of the nightmare also disintegrated and turned into blood, with only two long, gnarled horns like goat horns remaining. "You, pay the price for what you have done. I will lock you in a bottle until your spirit falls into eternal silence."

Karon looked expressionlessly at the two balls of light on his claws. One ball of illusory spirituality was the nightmare, while the other ball emitting dazzling light was the source of the nightmare's special ability and also the spiritual authority - Gluttony.

This is the authority born from the evil and source sin in the spirituality. It has magical power. Kalon has already figured out how to deal with it.

Karon returned to his own spiritual sea through the spiritual realm, restrained Nightmare, swallowed Gluttony, and then fell into deep sleep again, leaving only a slight sigh.

"The power of faith is an unbearable poison for mortals, but the loyalty that burns your soul is the last moment of glory I can give you!"

As Karon's sigh faded away, the temple hanging high in the sky suddenly burst into an intense light. The power of faith accumulated by Karon in the temple flowed like water, penetrating the barriers of space and falling into the bodies of these death knights.

These death knights who burned their souls felt the will and glory of the Red Dragon Lord. Their souls were embraced by the power of faith, the pain in their souls was eliminated, and their physical strength grew.

Countless orcs and countless warriors could see that the spears were melting and breaking from the bodies of these death knights.

The blazing holy flame burst out from the bodies of the Death Knights, transforming into a pair of huge holy flame wings. Their eyes burned with holy flames, and their long swords also turned into holy blades. The gushing flames were holy destruction.

"The Lord has heard our prayers. We are the Lord's angels of death. The Lord's will has granted us the glory of killing. Accept the judgment of death, heretics!"

The oaths of these angels of death were as high-pitched and as loud as the voice of dragons, echoing throughout the battlefield, and everyone could see them at this moment.

These angels of death flapped their holy wings of fire and rose into the sky, with their blades of holiness and destruction spewing out blazing white flames. The next moment, like meteors hitting the earth, the angels of death fell into the orc army.

boom,
A violent explosion resounded through the heavens and the earth. The terrifying shock wave swept up the rolling smoke and dust, blasting a big hole in the solid orc defense line.

One by one, the angels of death stood up from the dozens of shattered corpses of orcs in the ruins of the deep pit, and strode wildly towards the royal flag.

"Follow him, follow them, attack, no matter what," the Centaur Chiron reorganized his cavalry, the fatigue in his body was washed away by the blood in his heart, and his strength increased to a new level.

Rumble, a torrent of steel, like a mountain collapse, carrying mud and sand, crashed into the orc army.

“Isn’t this really a power characteristic that only gods possess? That red dragon must have already embarked on the path to becoming a god!”

The blond young man looked at this scene in shock. His teammates and all the mercenaries around him were hiding at the edge of the forest, watching this large-scale war in silence.

And in the front, there were more than twenty warriors wearing Night Walker armor, and at this moment, holy light appeared on the surface of their bodies.

"The ancestral red dragon can fight against some weak gods after it grows up. It doesn't make any difference if you treat it as a seed of a god."

The blond girl who was chewing gum said vaguely.

"It's different," the purple-haired young man shook his head. His special ability could hypnotize himself and make him accept the belief in the red dragon at this moment. This allowed him to vaguely sense the temple in the sky.

And on his hand, a scattered light was quietly emerging.

But immediately, the purple-haired young man's expression changed, his eyes were filled with shock and panic, so much so that his tone became sharp.

"His power can actually hinder its power!"

When several teammates heard the purple-haired young man's words, their faces changed at the same time. At this moment, they overturned their previous speculation. Perhaps the partner it was looking for was the future god who was in deep sleep.

As the mercenary group watched the battlefield, the group of dragons that were constantly attacking the defense lines and dividing the battlefield in the distance also noticed this battlefield. Led by Clenaya, they rose into the sky and swooped down, trying to cooperate with the Angels of Death and the heavy cavalry to tear apart the most stable army.

Even these giant dragons could not remain unscathed in the army. Their chests and abdomens had been stabbed by countless swords and spears, and covered by countless arrows, leaving scars on their bodies.

The two young white dragons at the tail of the dragon group had even been knocked down from the air by the orcs' holy warriors, but at this time their will to fight was still high, and their blood of crazy fighting was aroused by the angel of death.

Every giant dragon in the dragon group was biting, slapping, and breathing dragon breath. They had no idea how many people they had killed. They only knew to move forward, forward, and destroy everything.

Under attack from both sides, even the orc prince Garen felt the fear of impending death. Without hesitation, he lifted the black cloth covering the huge iron cage behind him and took off the talisman that suppressed the giant beast in the black cage.

A wild aura from the ancient barbaric era is reviving, spreading, and boiling.

That is the king of the earth, announcing its awakening.

Behemoth, the ancient giant beast that was said to herd beasts in thousands of mountains and was known as the lord of beasts, opened its eyes at this moment.

Roar, a powerful roar that actually brought with it an impact sound wave, roaring out from the mouth of this twenty-meter-tall monster.

Its head is like a dragon but without horns, its body is like a Titan but with fur, its claws are like a lion but thicker and sharper, and its tail is like a crocodile but straight.

The huge iron cage was torn apart the moment it stood up. The giant beast, exuding an ancient and wild aura, tore off the iron bars around the cage. Its bloodthirsty eyes stared at the group of dragons that were rushing towards it, and it opened its mouth and let out a provocative roar.

The dragon is the overlord that controls the sky, while Behemoth is the king that controls the ground. Standing on the ground, Behemoth is more powerful than the dragon.

In ancient times, the Behemoth race even made a living by hunting dragons and used dragons as food because they had this power.

"Behemoth, the Behemoth!" Clenaya and the dragons all knew about the creature. It was the information and hatred left over from the dragon heritage that drove these dragons to tear Behemoth to pieces.

The speed of the giant dragons increased instantly, and they swooped down with strong winds and burning murderous intent. Giant dragons swooped down from the sky and their followers galloped on the ground, their only target being the enemies in front of them.

boom,
A thunderous sound exploded between heaven and earth, and Behemoth threw the iron rod in his hand, and the whistling sound of the wind was louder than the rolling thunder in the sky.

"Be careful to dodge!" Clenaya roared loudly. Every dragon deliberately kept a distance when facing Behemoth, and now they all changed direction. Some dragons even released spell shields to withstand this fierce attack.

roar,
A white dragon fell with a wail. The young white dragon Sloka was easily pierced through the dense dragon scales on his chest by the iron rod, then penetrated his entire body and flew out from the white dragon's back.

No one cared about the fallen young white dragon because the dragon group had already reached Behemoth. They breathed in with all their strength, spewing out dragon breath, flames, lightning, poisonous fire, acid mist, and frost, stirring and distorting the entire space.

"Ahhh,"

Behemoth pounded his chest. His fur was the best defense for the land overlord, and it had a high level of magic resistance that was almost enough to withstand all spell damage. These dragon breaths only left charred marks on his fur and could not even hurt his flesh.

Swish, the two white dragons, who were proficient in hunting skills, stretched out their claws and used the sharpest weapons on their bodies to break through the defense of the giant beast in front of them, leaving several deep scars.

But this aroused the ferocity of the giant beast. Behemoth roared and grabbed the horns of the two white dragons with both hands, and slammed them together, like a sledgehammer hitting another, and the sound of steel clanging.

At this moment, the dragons were fighting Behemoth, and no one dared to step forward. The giant beasts roared, blood and flesh splattered, and bones and flesh were exposed.

But Behemoth stood on the ground, with incomparable strength and sharp claws. He could easily knock down the giant dragons, throw them away, and break their scales.

Although the giant beast also had countless scars on its body, the power of the earth was constantly replenishing the beast's consumption, allowing its wounds to heal, its strength to increase, and its ferocity to increase.

Roar! The giant beast stood on the ground, beat its chest and roared victoriously.

But the dragons once again dragged their wounded bodies into the air. At this time, the blue dragon Akzi also joined the dragon group and brought his own opinions.

So the dragons reorganized their formation once again and fell to the earth like falling stars.

The young red dragon used his two dragon horns to bring Behemoth down. The white dragon bit Behemoth's throat, and the red dragon bit the beast's head.

The green dragon bit the behemoth's left hand, and the blue dragon bit the behemoth's right hand.

Even the beast's legs and tail had wounds bitten by a giant dragon.

Roar! At this moment the dragons let out a roar that shook the earth. They lifted up the giant beast Behemoth and divided it up to eat in mid-air.

"It's our turn!" As night gradually fell, the werewolf wearing Night Walker armor turned around and said.

The mercenary group has joined the battlefield at this moment. The war should end.

(End of this chapter)