"It's useless, Cassius! From the moment I descended upon the Material Plane, your failure was already destined!"
Tiamat's voice was extremely frosty, as if it emanated from the depths of a valley, surrounding Cassius' ears.
Under the bodies of the three-headed giant dragons flowed filthy, polluted blood, spreading out into swirling dark red mists, which condensed into fierce shadows of five-colored dragons, howling and roaring, rushing towards August City one after another.
Many of these five-colored dragons were as large as small mountains, some even reaching the size of Primordial Dragon Level, capable of destroying a city single-handedly.
This was the authority of Tiamat as the God of the Evil Dragons.
Just a drop of blood is enough to birth monsters comparable to real giant dragons.
"That's—stop them now!"
"For the Empire!"
"City defense cannons, prepare to fire!"
