Flames rose in the checkpoint, and the air was permeated with the stench of blood.
Aerygon sat astride a dragon, holding a lance high over his head, while the dragon swarm behind him let out roars of rage as they dove together.
Roar~!
The intense Dragon Breath swept through the checkpoint.
Sparks of blazing fire erupted, and the scent of charred flesh along with the struggling figures ablaze filled the checkpoint.
After the dragon swarm's pass, a large resistance army emerged from the dense woods in the distance.
They charged straight into the checkpoint, killing any remaining enemies.
For Aerygon, the world's second strongest, with troops mainly composed of dragons and Winged Dragons, this kind of battle posed no difficulty at all.
They easily breached the checkpoint.
The battle over, everyone began to clean up the battlefield.
"How much time has passed?" Aerygon asked as he dismounted from the dragon in the air.
