After receiving simple treatment, William Clarence was strung up by thick ropes piercing his shoulder blades and then hung from White Dragon camid's long, thick tail.
This way, whether White Dragon was flying or moving on the ground, he would be dragged along like a dog on a chokeing leash. Moreover, his limbs were already severed, so he could only be dragged behind like a dead dog.
This was the Red Dragon's humiliating retribution against him. Meanwhile, Kalon led the Dragon Clan and his newly acquired Dragonkin monsters towards William Clarence's former mansion.
To enhance William Clarence's suffering, he specifically walked, letting the White Dragon camid drag the former noble, leaving a long trail of blood on the wide street.
The remaining private noble armies did not dare to stop the Red Dragon; the sheer size of the true Dragon before them was enough to deter any other thoughts, especially since they were now allies.
Under William Clarence's watchful eyes, the Dragonkin monsters broke through his mansion's already flimsy defenses.
They ended every living thing they saw inside the noble mansion with their claws and fangs. Servants, housekeepers, and retainers were torn into pieces by the monsters, and blood splattered throughout the entire mansion.
Even his most beloved mistress, who was hiding in the basement, was dragged out and beheaded in public; streams of fresh blood soaked the stone slabs on the ground.
William Clarence was filled with infinite regret, only able to watch everything unfold before him. He no longer even had the strength to beg for mercy; the Red Dragon was determined to erase him and the Clarence Family from this world.
When the Dragon Clan landed again in front of the mansion of the Clarence Family Patriarch, the Emperor's financial officer, the noble private armies had only just breached the residence's main gate. This could only be attributed to the Dragon Clan and their Dragonkin retainers' extreme efficiency.
As the Dragon Clan once again crouched on the financial officer's mansion wall, the elderly financial officer, surrounded by many family elite warriors, turned pale.
Especially when he saw William Clarence, the family's eldest son, hanging on the white Dragon's tail, barely alive.
"Alas, an eager heart pursuing honor and power can blind one to the perception of danger," the Emperor's financial officer sighed, his aged face full of sorrow.
But he still held onto a slim possibility, pleading with the Red Dragon, who was clinging to the high wall with his limbs: "I am willing to give all the Clarence Family's territory; I beg the noble Dragon Clan to spare us. The Clarence Family will forever be the Dragon Clan's loyal vassals."
All the the members of Dragon Clan looked towards the Red Dragon, awaiting his decision. Even if the flames of vengeance had not yet subsided, these matters required respecting the King of the Dragon Clan's opinion.
"Old man, if I kill you, won't everything you have still be ours? Do you really think the Dragon Clan would care for your pathetic little territory?"
The Red Dragon's sharp fangs were exposed, his crimson eyes filled only with bestial indifference and cruelty. A booming sound echoed within the crowded mansion, "Sinners who offend the Dragon Clan are unforgivable! Your blood will be proof that the Dragon Clan always repays its grievances!"
The Dragon Clan and Dragonkin monsters, having received their answer, let out excited roars. Klenaya's chest and abdomen glowed with fire, and long-suppressed Dragonfire erupted from her wide-open mouth, scorching the warriors crowded in the spacious courtyard.
The Dragonfire ignited the Dragon Clan's wrath and the monsters' desire to attack. The rest of the Dragon Clan also opened their mouths, spraying their breaths.
Black Dragon Rosani spewed his acid breath, spraying it like a water cannon onto the warriors holding up shields to block.
If even a little of the spreading acid accidentally touched them, the warriors' skin would fester, and then the acid would penetrate through the festering skin.
White Dragon camid's cold breath, like the coldest winter mist, condensed, slowing the warriors' movements and freezing their limbs.
There were also Blue Dragon's lightning breath and Green Dragon's venomous breath. Various breaths sprayed out in a fan shape, enveloping the warriors.
Even those warriors, considered elites among the noble private armies, were mowed down by the Dragon Clan's breaths. Even if some lucky warriors managed to evade the Dragon Clan's breath and escape the range,
the silently encircling bloodthirsty Dragonkin monsters immediately pounced, tearing these warriors to shreds, even crushing their hard skulls.
As for the once high-ranking financial officer, he was burned alive by Klenaya's blazing Dragonfire in the Dragon Clan's first wave of breath, rolling and wailing on the ground until he turned into a pile of ashes.
The liberated Dragon Clan exploited their advantage, easily annihilating all the core forces of the entire Clarence Family in this city.
The entire mansion also collapsed into ruins of countless broken stones and shattered wood under the Dragon Clan's power.
But the Dragon Clan were not satisfied. Led by Kalon, they soared back into the sky, riding the free winds directly towards the residences of other nobles.
"Damn you, you monsters! When the Emperor returns, he will twist off all your heads and hang them on the city walls!"
The enraged Imperial financial officer, Rebus, stared with bloodshot eyes as he watched his family members one by one being dragged out onto the street and publicly executed by the monsters; even his pet wolfhounds were not spared.
Blood flowed over Rebus's feet. He was restrained by two monsters, able only to watch everything unfold.
"Pfft," when the last member of his entire family, his most beloved son, also had his head severed by the terrifying monster, he could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Finally, Rebus's head was hung by the Dragon Clan on the city's bell tower, overlooking the city from above, awaiting his Emperor's return.
Countless nobles loyal to the Emperor were crushed by the Dragon Clan and monsters. Those noble private armies who could not withdraw from the battlefield were also eliminated by the Dragon Clan and monsters.
Bodies and ashes covered the city, and a strong smell of blood permeated the entire city.
The Dragon Clan's final target was the tall and magnificent Imperial Palace.
The Dragonkin retainers on the ground were also sprinting, their strong and powerful legs allowing them to cover great distances with each bound. These monsters followed far behind the Dragon Clan.
Like their masters, they were not yet sated by the bloodshed before them.
At this moment, chaos also broke out within the Imperial Palace. With the help of inside collaborators, the palace gates had already fallen.
The Emperor's most trusted general, Kyle, had no choice but to retreat with the original city garrison and the Imperial Palace guards to the final palace wall.
The sturdy palace wall and heavy gate firmly resisted the noble army, who had not yet received siege engine support, but he did not know that today this place would be the Dragon Clan's battlefield.
When Kalon led the Dragon Clan in a high-speed dive from the sky in a triangular wedge formation, the airflow slicing through the Dragon Clan's wings carried a sharp whistling sound, like the arrows of divine punishment from the heavens.
The Dragon Clan began to adjust their wing angles, following the Red Dragon at the front, controlling their diving speed and impact trajectory, to avoid being shot by the giant crossbows on the city wall.
Then, the magic in the sky began to converge towards the Dragon Clan, and an excessive amount of magical elements was absorbed by the Dragon Clan.
Each true Dragon began to take rare deep breaths, a sign that they were brewing breaths of extraordinary power.
The garrison, originally neatly arrayed on the city wall, began to scatter their formation after seeing the rapidly expanding bodies of the diving Dragon Clan, the shadows covering their heads, and the increasingly urgent, sharp whistling sounds.
But they no longer had time to form any thoughts; instead, they were pulled by an emotion of extreme shock, unable to speak, only involuntarily looking up at the massive Dragon Clan getting closer and closer in the sky.
The exceptionally strong Red Dragon led the Dragon Clan in a highly agile yet violent aerial maneuver to unleash their breaths, and destructive Dragonfire descended upon the earth.
Kalon, who had fully activated the 'all things return to Ashes' domain and the 'King of Earth and Metal' talent, was enveloped in extreme heat and a powerful true Dragon's might that was terrifying to the utmost.
Even these elite warriors, chosen from various legions, could not withstand such power. Their armor seemed to have a will of its own, twisting and distorting, and they began to flee for their lives.
But the King's wrath, transformed into destructive flames, had already descended upon their heads. To expand his attack range, Kalon had specifically transformed his breath into a fan-shaped flame breath this time.
His flame breath mixed with the magic in the air, creating a strange and terrifying reaction. Surging magic flowed within the tyrannical Dragonfire, and unparalleled high temperatures brought forth a hellish descent.
Under Kalon's domain's enhancement, the temperature instantly reached several thousand degrees, a high temperature comparable to the flames on the sun.
The high temperature, seemingly capable of incinerating all things, enveloped the garrison's formation with scorching, swirling air, and moved across the entire palace wall's garrison, scorching every part of the city wall. Wherever the tyrannical Dragonfire reached, all things turned to ash.