The earth shook, flames shot up into the sky, and everything in front of the Orcs instantly turned into a hell of fire, as the True Dragon's swooping wings blotted out the sky, and shadows covered the earth.
The strong winds stirred up by the True Dragons rolled up swirling dust, and the swirling dust clung to the blazing flames, as if the earth beneath had transformed into an expanding furnace, wantonly spewing heat.
From the rolling smoke and dust, terrifying, hideous giant beasts broke through, spewing destructive breaths unrestrainedly.
"You will be terminated here!"
Klenaya, the Young Red Dragon, roared grimly, her mouth full of pale fangs open, and fire that burned everything transformed into an incredibly terrifying pillar of flame, sweeping forward.
Several Orc warriors, charging forward with shields covered in oxhide, were blasted into the air by pillars of fire erupting from the ground the moment Klenaya spewed her flames. Their entire bodies were exposed to the surging Dragonfire, instantly incinerated and shattered.
"You will all die here!"
Kadilos, the Young Red Dragon, charged at the front left of the formation, only one body length behind Klenaya. This Young Red Dragon roared, head held high.
His wings were like blades, capable of directly severing the Orcs' cervical vertebrae in a rapid charge, and his sharp claws were like steel knives sweeping past, capable of tearing through the Orcs' hard skulls.
He did not spew his Dragonfire, but instead fully squeezed the surging magic within his body, chanting a fluctuating and high-pitched Dragon Language in his throat.
The Young Red Dragon did not possess the terrifying talent of the True Dragon Lord, who could forcefully command and restrain elements and magic. But when Kalon's spirituality stepped out of the desolate realm and descended once more into the Ekania World.
The Temple of Heroes high in the sky showered the True Dragon Lord's radiance, a radiance formed by countless accumulated faith and psychical energy, falling upon every warrior who fought for the True Dragon.
These warriors' imperceptible spiritualities were active, boiling, their courage more fearless, their strength greater, and their bodies tougher.
Kadilos, the Young Red Dragon, even felt his magical abilities had improved by a notch.
Thus, under the full release of Kadilos, the ground over which Kadilos flew began to continuously shake.
Fine cracks spewed flames amidst the tremors, and an immeasurable abundance of magma deep underground was stirred by the Red Dragon's magic, erupting from the earth like fountains, sending Orcs flying into the low sky.
The Orc soldiers struggled to maintain their balance amidst the shaking earth, while trying to evade the frosty breath and claws of Germott, the Young White True Dragon, on their right.
But within dozens of meters, a sea of fire had gradually formed, and this area continuously expanded as the Red Dragon Kadilos flew, leaving them nowhere to escape.
Antagena, the Young Green Dragon, and Ellie also spewed thick, toxic acidic mist, which drifted in the strong winds, corroding the Orcs' eyes.
But as Antagena flew past, she scattered seeds of Bloodthirsty Vines, these magical plants numbering in the thousands under Antagena's cultivation and talent.
Each Bloodthirsty Vine seed either landed on the ground or automatically burrowed into the Orcs' wounds, sucking flesh and blood or growing with the wind, instantly sprouting countless thick vines with hooked claws.
These thick vines twisted as if possessing independent life, specifically seeking out the Orcs' weak points to attack. The massive vines were tough, strong enough to withstand repeated hacking by the Orcs.
But before that, vines had already tripped or bound the Orcs, their hooked tips directly burrowing into the Orcs' eyes, nostrils, and mouths.
The thick vines swelled, making gurgling sounds, and in less than a moment, they had sucked the flesh and blood dry from an Orc, leaving only a skin sac propped up by the vines.
The Bloodthirsty Vines, nourished by flesh and blood, burst through the skin sac, binding the bones, brandishing their claws, and growing fiercely, continuing to seek their next target.
Camid, the White Dragon's two heads were particularly strange; the newly grown head's True Dragon Breath was dense water mist, which, when sprayed on the Orcs, could instantly absorb a large amount of heat from their bodies, then explode, turning into an ethereal mist.
Camid's other head directly spewed frosty breath, instantly freezing the ethereal mist and the Orcs, turning them into humanoid ice sculptures, then shattering the entire ice sculpture when the water mist, condensed into ice particles, exploded.
As for Rosani, the Black Dragon, his venomous breath had transformed into a black, steaming poisonous fire. Although the Black Dragon's poisonous fire did not have a high temperature and could not ignite the Orcs' leather armor.
It could, however, burn the exposed skin of the Orc warriors, causing it to crack and fester, with blood turning into poisonous water, flowing everywhere.
And the two Blue Dragons, Carlit and Dos, wantonly stirred up strong winds, spewing thick, branch-like lightning, accurately striking individual Orc leaders and spellcasters, instantly turning these Orcs into charcoal.
The few White Dragons following behind these True Dragons could only barely keep up with the formation, occasionally spewing True Dragon Breath to send the lucky ones who had been plowed over by the True Dragon into the River Styx.
The Orc Overseer glared furiously at the True Dragon that crisscrossed and charged above the Orc Army, hardly believing what he saw. Over a hundred thousand troops were churned at this moment, allowing these giant beasts to repeatedly charge the established defenses.
Many of the spellcaster legions were still being held back by the Tide of the Undead, while the Orc Army's heavy artillery and ranged positions had no time to turn around before being met with the desperate charge of the Atonement Legion and the First Legion.
And the archer legions remaining from the reserve legions guarding Prince Gahn were distracted by the sudden attack of a large number of cavalry, getting bogged down by many beast cavalry, unable to effectively strike the True Dragon.
The Orc Overseer could only watch helplessly as the Orc spellcasters had just cast a layer of magical protection on the Orc warriors to defend against the True Dragon's spells and True Dragon Breath.
They released a large-area "War Inspiration" to resist the True Dragon's majesty and oppression. But the next moment, these Orc warriors were torn apart and devoured by countless ice, flames, venom, and lightning. They didn't even last a second.
These powerful Orc warriors, each possessing enough strength to defeat more than two human professional warriors head-on, were elites chosen by the kingdom, and also had the protection of spellcasters.
But the moment the True Dragon appeared, the Orcs' flesh was charred, bones and flesh torn, skin melted away, crushed by the unparalleled impact, and severed limbs and broken flesh turned into a sky-full of blood rain, falling upon the earth.
The hair on the Orc Overseer's body trembled: "Monsters!"
"Don't crowd together, don't retreat anymore, charge forward for me, those who retreat die!"
Gash, the Orc Legion Commander, his veins bulging on his arm, struck with all his might with the steel flail he held, clashing with the True Dragon's claw brought down by Dos as he passed by, then immediately flashed back. Even though he was a Saint-level warrior, he still could not directly contend with the True Dragon's formidable strength.
He knew very well that merely a dozen True Dragons could not contend with the entire Orc Army. These True Dragons were opening up the Orc Army's sturdy defenses for their loyal dependents and warriors, making the Orc Army more chaotic, and then dividing and defeating them one by one.
Those terrifying heavy-armored, heavy-bladed legions were cutting through their own legions along the breaches opened by the True Dragons. Without the protection of those heavy-shield Orcs, the remaining Orc warriors were like fish to be slaughtered before these heavy-armored troops.
All who blocked were shattered!
The countless alternating flashes of blade light even cut the Orc warriors' weapons and bodies in two, and the river of blades had begun to slowly destroy all life that stood in its way.
Gash flew through the Royal Guard Legion, roaring loudly: "Reorganize the charge, grip your weapons tightly, follow me, and carve a bloody path!"
In the boiling, clamorous battlefield, in the roaring, shaking world, the Orc Overseer could no longer clearly hear what his Legion Commander was saying, but he could see that ahead was a silent, advancing, silently slaughtering heavy-armored formation.
The legion on the right was already being squeezed for space by the desperate charge of the Orc Atonement Legion and the Dragon clan's First Legion. The True Dragon's spellcaster legion had already begun to actively step out of the city, providing support to the True Dragon's warriors and unleashing spell strikes like meteor showers upon the Orc legions.
Behind them was the massive Tide of the Undead, also continuously assaulting the Orcs' formation, and on the left, those heavy-armored cavalry, led by the Centaur monsters, were also continuously charging on the periphery, peeling away layers of the Orc Army like skin.
They were already surrounded. Once all the Orcs' movement space was squeezed, their numerical advantage would be gone, and then, with the cooperation of the True Dragon and Wyvern Knight in the sky, they would be slaughtered one by one. Even a hundred thousand Orcs would die here.
Now, to reverse the chaotic decline, they could only charge forward recklessly. Their charge would lead tens of thousands of Orcs from their own formation, while on the opposite side, there was only a few thousand-strong heavy-armored force.
"Stabilize the front, counter-attack, then push them out, push them out, no retreat!" Prince Gahn stood beneath the Orc royal banner, shouting for all messengers to convey his orders.
Although Chiron's steel knights had broken through like a hot knife through butter in the first few waves of charges, it also gave Prince Gahn time to reorganize his army.
Those who remained by Prince Gahn's side were all his direct elite troops. Even after repeated assaults from the steel torrent, they did not collapse, but gradually began to stabilize their front.
Facing an army several times their size, even the most powerful cavalry could not directly charge into the core of the main army. Cavalry, once surrounded and losing their momentum, would lose their most threatening power.
"Attack, attack, sever their royal banner! Though flesh may melt, souls eternally return to the Holy Temple!" Chiron, the Centaur, brandished his long blade, which shone like thunder and lightning, leading the heavy-armored cavalry in continuous charges against the rear of the Orcs' main formation.
As the charges became increasingly difficult, these steel-forged cavalry also began to suffer casualties. Their iron armor could withstand arrow penetration, but not the coordinated strikes from the spellcaster legions and the entire Orc Army formation.
One by one, the Steel Knights fell on the path of their charge. Their unyielding souls still lingered in their bodies, refusing to depart, and the summons from the True Dragon Sanctuary were also rejected by them.
Their will, in the radiance showered by the True Dragons Sanctuary, actually gained substantial power. The residual spirituality in their deceased bodies burned once more, igniting their loyal souls.
Using this power, their bodies rose again, launching one final charge.
"Even if our flesh falls, and our souls are eternally silent, our will shall endure forever! May our will, like this world ruled by our King, shine brighter than gold!"
These warriors, who had burned everything, erupted with incomparable power. Their bodies, no longer fearing pain or death, directly charged into the spear formation raised by the Orcs.
Unspeakable courage and will transformed into an unstoppable force, directly shattering the Orcs' spear formation. Long spears pierced through the damaged armor of these Death Knights, running them through.
But these Death Knights were only slightly pushed back, then quickly resumed their charge. Their souls had begun to burn fiercely; their time was running out.
"It's a pity, there's not much more I can do," Kalon, standing in the spiritual domain, said, extracting the spiritual authority he could now sense from the cocoon of light formed by the Nightmare.
Inside the large cocoon, the awakened Nightmare cursed the hateful Red Dragon before it with the most venomous curses. But as that spiritual authority was extracted, the Nightmare's body also disintegrated, turning into blood, leaving only two gnarled, ram-horn-like horns.
"You, pay the price for what you've done. I will imprison you in a bottle until your spirituality falls into eternal oblivion."
Kalon expressionlessly looked at the two glows in his hand. One, a phantom spirituality, was the Nightmare, and the other, radiating a brilliant light, was the source of this Nightmare's special ability, and also the spiritual authority—Gluttony.
This was an authority born from the condensation of malice and original sin within spirituality, possessing wondrous power. Kalon had already decided how to deal with it.
Kalon returned to his mental sea through the spiritual domain, restrained the Nightmare, swallowed Gluttony, and then re-entered slumber, leaving only a faint sigh.
"The power of faith is an unbearable poison for mortals, but burning your own souls with loyalty, this is the last moment of glory I can bestow upon you!"
As Kalon's sigh faded, the temple suspended high in the sky suddenly burst forth with intense light. The power of faith accumulated by Kalon in the temple flowed like water, penetrating spatial barriers and falling into the bodies of these Death Knights.
These Death Knights, burning their own souls, felt the will and radiance of the Red Dragon Lord. Their souls were enveloped by the power of faith, the intense pain in their souls was eliminated, and their physical strength grew.
Countless Orcs and countless warriors could see long spears melting and breaking from the bodies of these Death Knights.
Blazing holy flames surged from the Death Knights' bodies, forming a pair of giant holy flame wings. Their eyes burned with sacred fire, and their long blades also transformed into holy blades. The spewing flames were the holy destruction.
"The Lord has heard our prayers. We are our Lord's Angels of death. Our Lord's will grants us the glory of slaughter. Accept the judgment of death, heretics!"
The declarations of these Angels of Death echoed like Dragon Language, resounding across the entire battlefield. Everyone could see it at this moment.
These Angels of Death flapped their holy fiery wings and soared into the sky. Their holy and destructive blades spewed blazing white flames. In the next moment, like meteors striking the earth, the Angels of Death plunged into the Orc Army formation.
Boom!
A violent explosion reverberated through heaven and earth. The terrifying shockwave churned and scattered rolling smoke and dust, blasting a large hole in the sturdy Orc defense line.
One by one, the Angels of Death rose from the deep pit ruins among dozens of shattered Orc corpses, charging forward, directly towards the royal banner.
"Follow him, follow them, attack, no matter what!" Chiron reorganized the heavy cavalry, the fatigue in his body overcome by the hot blood in his heart, and his strength advanced another level.
Rumble, the steel torrent, like a collapsing mountain, carrying mud and sand, crashed into the Orc Army.
"Is this really not a power characteristic possessed only by gods? That Red Dragon, I'm afraid, has already embarked on the path to godhood!"
The golden-haired youth watched this scene with shock. His teammates and all the mercenaries around him were hidden at the edge of the forest, silently observing this large-scale war.
And at the very front, two dozen warriors clad in Nightwalker armor now also showed holy radiance on their bodies.
"An ancestral Red Dragon, after growing up, can inherently contend with some weaker gods. There's no difference in treating him as a seed of a god," the yellow-haired girl chewing gum said indistinctly.
"It's different," the purple-haired youth shook his head. His special ability allowed him to hypnotize himself, enabling him to accept faith in the Red Dragon at this moment, which allowed him to vaguely sense the temple in the sky.
And in his hand, a scattering of light was quietly emerging.
But immediately, the purple-haired youth'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!"
Several teammates heard the purple-haired youth's words, and their expressions changed simultaneously. At this moment, they overturned their previous guesses. Perhaps, the collaborator it was looking for was that future god, currently in slumber.
As the mercenary group watched the battlefield, the True Dragon, continuously impacting the defense line and dividing the battlefield in the distance, also noticed this area. Led by Klenaya, they ascended into the sky, swooping down, wanting to cooperate with the Angels of Death and heavy armored cavalry to tear apart the most stable part of the army.
Even these True Dragons could not remain unscathed in the army. Their chests and bellies had been stabbed by countless blades and spears, covered by countless arrows, leaving wounds on their bodies.
The two young White Dragons at the rear of the True Dragons had even been knocked out of the sky by the Orcs' Saint-rank warriors, but at this moment, their fighting spirit remained high, their berserker blood ignited by the Death Angels.
Every True Dragon in the Dragon clan was biting, striking, and breathing Dragonfire. They could no longer tell how many people they had killed, only knowing to move forward, forward, destroying everything.
Under the pincer attack from both sides, even Prince Gahn felt the fear of impending death. He unhesitatingly pulled back the black cloth covering the giant iron cage behind him and removed the Spells suppressing the Behemoth inside the black cage.
A vast aura from the ancient, wild era was reviving, spreading, and boiling.
It was the king of the earth, announcing its awakening.
The ancient beast of legend, said to herd thousands of beasts across mountains, known as the Lord of Beasts—Behemoth—opened its eyes at this moment.
Roar! A powerful roar, carrying a shockwave of sound, bellowed from the mouth of this twenty-meter giant beast.
Its head was like a True Dragon's but without horns, its body like a Titan's but with fur, its claws like a lion's but thicker and sharper, its tail like a crocodile's but straight.
The huge iron cage was torn apart the moment it stood up. This giant beast, exuding an ancient, wild aura, ripped apart the iron bars around the iron cage, its bloodthirsty eyes fixed on the charging True Dragon, and it opened its mouth to let out a challenging roar.
True Dragons are the overlords of the sky, while Behemoth is the king of the ground. Standing on the earth, Behemoth's power is even stronger than normal True Dragon's.
In ancient times, the Behemoth race even lived by hunting True Dragons, treating True Dragons as food, because they possessed such power.
"Behemoth!" Klenaya and Dragons all knew of that creature. It was information and animosity left from the True Dragon's inheritance, driving these True Dragons to tear Behemoth to shreds.
The True Dragon's speed instantly increased, carrying strong winds and fierce killing intent as they swooped down. True Dragon attacked from the sky, and their kin charged on the ground, all aiming only at the enemy ahead.
Boom!
A sound like muffled thunder exploded between heaven and earth. Behemoth threw the iron bar in its hand. The whistling wind surpassed the rolling thunder in the sky.
"Watch out!" Klenaya roared loudly. Every True Dragon had deliberately spread out when facing Behemoth. Now, they all twisted their directions, and some True Dragon even released magic shields to withstand this fierce attack.
Roar!
A White Dragon wailed as it fell. The Young White Dragon Sloka was easily pierced through its fine scales on its chest by the iron bar, which then passed through its entire body, shooting out from the White Dragon's back.
The falling Young White Dragon was no longer noticed, because the True Dragon had already reached Behemoth. They breathed with all their might, spewing Dragonfire: flames, lightning, poison, acid mist, and frost, stirring and twisting the entire space.
"Roar!"
Behemoth pounded its chest. Its fur was the land overlord's best defense, possessing high magic resistance to almost all types of spell damage. These Dragonfire only left scorched marks on its fur, unable to even harm its flesh.
Swoosh! Two White Dragons, skilled in hunting techniques, extended their sharp claws, using the sharpest weapons on a True Dragon's body to break through the giant beast's defense, leaving several deep wounds.
But this provoked the giant beast's ferocity. Behemoth roared and grabbed the two White Dragon's horns with both hands, smashing them together like heavy hammers striking, steel clanging.
At this moment, no one dared to approach the battle between Dragons and Behemoth. Giant beasts roared, flesh splattered, bones and flesh exposed.
But Behemoth stood on the earth, its power incredibly strong, its claws incredibly sharp. True Dragons were easily sent flying, flung away, and had their scales broken by him.
Although the giant beast also had countless wounds on its body, the power of the earth continuously replenished the giant beast's consumption, healing its wounds, increasing its strength, and intensifying its ferocity.
Roar! The giant beast stood on the earth, pounding its chest, letting out a victorious roar.
But the True Dragons, dragging their scarred bodies, rose into the sky again. Blue Dragon Akzi also joined the True Dragons at this time, bringing his opinion.
So the True Dragons once again reorganized their formation, falling to the earth like meteors.
The Young Red Dragon exchanged its two horns for Behemoth's downfall. The White Dragon bit Behemoth's throat, and the Red Dragon bit the giant beast's head.
The Green Dragon bit the giant beast's left hand, and the Blue Dragon bit the giant beast's right hand.
Even the giant beast's legs and tail had a True Dragon biting its wounds.
Roar! Dragons let out an earth-shattering roar at this moment. They lifted the giant beast Behemoth and, in mid-air, devoured it.
"It's our turn!" As night gradually fell, the werewolf in Nightwalker armor turned around and said.
The mercenary group, at this moment, joined the battlefield. The war, it was time for it to end.