Chapter 603

Chapter 603: Nightfire Battle Song

Yubeile, formerly the capital of Vergha.

Dong—Dong—

In the silent night, sudden, urgent and tense bell sounds echoed throughout the city. Everywhere there were shouts, the hurried figures of people, the dense clashing of armor and weapons on the streets, and lights flickering brightly, sweeping back and forth, illuminating the sky.

“Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!”

Under the urging of the officers, soldiers and mages dressed in cloaks boarded the airships from the gangplanks.

In the dim night sky, gray iron airships slowly ascended under command. The decks and edges of the airships had small orange-red lights flashing intermittently, following the instructions of ground dispatchers, gradually aligning and spacing out.

As these hundreds of airships rose higher, the scene in the distance gradually came into view.

In the cloud-swirling night sky, strange dragons with metal scales flew through the air, emitting heart-stopping roars.

These dragons had no wings; their bodies resembled snakes, but they were more majestic and ferocious than serpents. Their scales were like steel, each nearly a meter in diameter, covering their bodies. The scales also had sharp barbs, flashing dangerously, sending chills down one’s spine.

They had no hind legs, only a pair of small front claws, which were as sharp and hard as their scales.

“The Dragon Sequence 7, Dominant Empty Armor Dragon. It seems the Juemeng Council has brought out its elite troops,” an old mage standing on the airship remarked, watching the approaching aerial dominators.

Unlike creatures that fly by wings, these dragons could fly thanks to their peculiar scales, which contained anti-gravity patterns inside, allowing them to move through the air as if in water.

Abandoning their fragile wings, these dragons became swifter in flight, and their powerful bodies could tear through any enemy in the sky. They were a perfect combination of speed, strength, and defense.

“No wonder they are called the Dragon Sequence, whose form is almost perfect,” he couldn’t help but sigh.

“But such lifeforms do not exist in nature; they are cultivated by another branch of the Magic Sequence.”

“They have had many contacts with the dynasties in the Eastern Region and naturally learned much about the knowledge and heritage of the Dragon Sequence.”

“However, living beings are ultimately less reliable than machines and tools, and our numbers far exceed theirs.”

“Fire!”

Facing the over a hundred iron dragons weaving through the night, the five hundred airships on Yubeile fired simultaneously.

Boom—

Waves of air and sound spread outward. Expensive enchanted cannonballs loaded into the cannons, then exploded upon resonance with the magical crystal patterns, shooting out.

Whistling cannonballs cut through the air, leaving white trails, and collided directly with the iron dragons in a blaze of intense light.

Steel scales and flesh scattered, shrapnel embedded in the bloody flesh. Many Dominant Empty Armor Dragons were severely wounded, but this did not deter these fierce iron dragons. Instead, it ignited their bloodlust even more, making them fly faster.

They roamed the skies, weaving through streams of scarlet cannonballs, constantly closing in on the airships firing at them.

Boom—

With a loud explosion, a nearby airship was shattered by a dragon, its hull and crew torn apart by the crimson-eyed dragon.

The fragmented remains and steel fell from the sky amidst thick black smoke, crashing onto the roofs of the city’s residents, causing massive explosions of fire.

At the edge of the wreckage, a young mage in his twenties, covered in blood, slid down the wall, his lifeless eyes staring at the night sky. His face and body were smeared with blood and dust, and his lower half was gone, leaving only dark red flesh.

In his field of vision, orange-yellow flames lit up the dark sky, cannonballs shot out, and airships and dragons tumbled from the sky.

Gradually, everything in his vision blurred, consciousness fading until all sounds faded away.

—

In a corner of the night sky, a flying female mage looked down at the fierce and brutal battlefield below, her heart filled with sorrow, but as a participant in the war, she would not stop for pity.

Facing the cold high altitude, she took a deep breath, her eyes gleaming fiercely, followed by a series of blazing flame comets appearing around her.

Gradually taking shape.

These comets each had a diameter close to 30 meters, huge and dark red, with flames burning on their surfaces continuously licking the air, emitting a heart-stopping heat.

As they began to cast spells, some of the enemies below noticed the sudden bright firelight in the sky. Suddenly, a figure with red hair rose from the airship, straight into the pitch-black sky.

A giant sword beam flashed across hundreds of meters, cutting through several coiling fireballs, attempting to interrupt the mage’s spellcasting.

“It’s you! Collinla.” This red-haired female knight floated in the air, her armor constantly flowing with silver-white patterns, lifting her body.

“Oh, long time no see, Eida,” Collinla looked at this familiar face.

“Hongyun” Collinla, “Juxue Sword” Eida, the two had clashed multiple times in Hope Lane, naturally knowing each other.

“If there was no war, we might have become good friends, but, alas.” Collinla suddenly spread her arms wide in the air, clenching them tight, those crimson pupils moving like flowing light in the night.

And the comets in the sky that emitted heat suddenly compressed, turning into elongated ellipses, then shooting towards this flying knight like a column of red light.

“Silver Light Revelation 4·Kongduan!”

The silver-white armor that Eida wore and the longsword in her hand suddenly flashed. With her slashes and teleportations, several spatial gaps opened in the air and then disappeared. Along with them, the intense light columns shot towards her also vanished.

As a heroic knight honored by the Frost Alliance, Eida’s magic-guided armor was meticulously crafted by a specialized mage faction, equipped with various auxiliary abilities, greatly enhancing individual strength.

After flashing and dodging Collinla’s attacks, Eida also began her counterattack. The sharp longsword continuously shone with brilliance, one enchantment effect after another being added to the blade. As she slashed, a long and tragic light arc swept through the air, directly aiming for the wandering female mage.

Sizzle—

The pale golden shield shattered like fragile glass under an electric saw, fragments of light and energy scattering, while the sword arc continued its sweeping movement, undiminished in power, towards that figure.

Damn!

Collinla silently cursed, a feeling of extreme danger rising in her heart, and the hair on her skin seemed to sense the approaching chill. At this moment, she couldn’t afford to think much, instinctively extending her right wand to block.

The sturdy wand was directly cleaved, and as the silver-white sword arc flashed, blood splattered, and a fair arm also fell.

Ah—

Collinla endured the excruciating pain, her body rapidly sliding backward in the sky, narrowly avoiding Eida’s pursuit, her life as fragile as a butterfly under a knife.

Another cold light flashed, and Collinla barely lifted her left hand, shallow blue magic arrays appearing in the air, attempting to block Eida’s pursuit from behind.

But soon, a narrow gash appeared on this arm as well, blood flowed, and the pain continuously stimulated her brain.

“Am I going to die here?” Collinla’s consciousness was already somewhat blurred, such a premonition floating in her mind.

“The stories all lie; when dying, one won’t recall a lifetime, only an overwhelming fatigue like the sea.”

With this last shred of thought, she fell toward the earth.

Facing this opponent she had clashed with multiple times, Eida did not hold back, continuing to slash with another sword arc, ready to cut her into two before she crashed.

This is war, not changing because of personal feelings and admiration.

A faint green glow supported Collinla’s body, and then a circular shield with green vine patterns appeared in the air, blocking the rapid pursuit of the silver knight.

Eida swung her magic-guided longsword, three sword arcs flashing, but the green vine barrier in front of her seemed to be a phantom, passing through directly, yet the vibrant magic force emitted seemed real, not illusory.

For this, she had no choice but to turn and bypass this green barrier, hovering in the air.

A man dressed in a long windbreaker robe slowly rose, a floating book in front of him flipping continuously. That familiar magic fluctuation immediately let Eida know it was him who had stopped her just now.

“‘Iris Book’ Tug?” She frowned.

“That’s right, it’s me.” This mage blocked Eida’s path, and below, a group of small fairy sprites carried Collinla, slowly healing the wounds that were bleeding nonstop.

“As Collinla’s lover and comrade, I cannot let you kill her.” He spoke as if stating a formula in a mathematical or magical field, seriously and straightforwardly.

“Then disappear together!”

Eida shouted loudly, her magic-guided armor fully activating.

The two

The next clash began, with light green and silver-white weapons crossing blades back and forth, while in the night sky, the iron-gray airships and steel dragons continued their fierce battle. Amidst the thick smoke and flames, they fell from the sky one after another.

———

Under the night, beyond the city walls, lay an endless expanse of pitch-black wilderness.

The dull drumbeats gradually echoed, followed by the lighting of burning torches, revealing the tall faces and figures in the darkness.

These two-to-three-meter-tall orcs, clad in steel shoulder guards and wielding heavy axes, displayed their savage bravery as they slowly advanced, revealing behind them the shamans holding wind-chime staffs.

“Then, this time, I entrust it to Lord Unur,” a young lady in a hooded cloak and robe said to the shaman beside her amidst the firelight.

“Honored and privileged, Lady Eranie,” Unur slightly bowed his body, then raised his head to gaze at the magnificent city shrouded in war.

“Now, let me sing once more, that victorious war song that conquered the earth.”

“Awooo—” The long-drawn-out responses reverberated across the wilderness, with the gray-and-white-robed shamans shouting and singing under the moonlight.

The ancient and desolate lyrics were chanted through their rugged throats, the wooden staffs in their hands entwined with black, red, white, and blue silk threads, adorned with metal plaques, jade, and bones, making distinct and peculiar sounds as they clashed together.

In the wilderness enveloped by firelight, nearly a thousand shamans gathered, following the command of Grand Shaman Unur, chanting the war songs from ancient rituals.

They lifted their right feet, stomping rhythmically to the beat of the war song, creating a rhythmic sound and vibration, showcasing a harmonious beauty and charm.

[Through thorns, over toxic swamps]

[The fanged king crowned with iron]

[He throttles the snake’s throat, making it submit.]

[Across the wilderness, over snowy mountains]

[The king of beasts wielding the greataxe]

[He topples the mammoth, making it kneel.]

[Swimming through seven seas, leaping off cliffs.]

[The barbarian king wearing grass boots]

[He seizes the eagle’s wing, guiding the way.]

[Ah, Kedarren]

[King of kings]

[King of beasts]

[He is the son of flames]

[He is the protector of hunters]

[He is the eternal king followed by countless warriors]

[And now, he will conquer the earth again!!]

The sighs from ancient times grew stronger with each chant of the war song, the mournful cries like wild fires exploding and spreading across the wilderness.

As the rhythm became increasingly intense, the trembling of the earth intensified, until finally—

A tiny crack appeared on the wilderness and spread towards the city in the night.

The city walls and buildings trembled, bricks and stones falling continuously with crumbling sounds.

When the crack extended from the wilderness to the city walls, the towering twenty to thirty-meter-high walls also cracked apart, revealing large gaps. Many fragile walls damaged in the war collapsed accordingly.

The sound of horns echoed across the land as fully armed orc warriors, wielding greataxes, advanced toward the enemy lines amidst the trembling earth, entering the former capital of Vergha through the firelight and cold iron.

“Charge!”

The garrison, who had been on high alert within the city, rushed forward in droves. They erected solid metal shields at the gaps in the walls, extending dark gun barrels from behind the shields.

“Take aim!—Fire.”

Continuous flashes of gunfire erupted, and a new round of combat began among the flames and ruins.

Many armored orc warriors were shot through by specially crafted magic crystal guns, collapsing in a shower of blood and dust. But amidst the fervent war chants, these warriors showed no fear, surging forward like a torrent, charging at the silver formations, swinging their greataxes with force.

“Battle is glory, in life and death, only courage is supreme.”

The blood flowing in the orcs’ veins was still that proud and fearless blood of Kedarren.

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