Ashen Dragon-Chapter 578 - 36: One-on-One Challenge

"Roar—"

"Conquer the Abyss! For the glory of the Great Red Dragon, exterminate these abyssal bastards!"

"For the Empire! Exterminate them!"

At this moment, the voices of the Abyssal Drakes and demons were completely drowned out by the frenzied war cries of the Imperial Legion.

Wyvern Knights swung their longswords, thrust their lances, and wildly slaughtered the demon knights whose expressions were dull and fearful, their dark purple blood splattering in mid-air.

Bipedal wyverns and fire drakes, too, recklessly bit the Abyssal Drakes, which were much larger and fiercer, even jumping on their bodies, tearing at their chests.

"Roar～～"

The Abyssal Drakes cried out in pain, instinctively.

But under the terrifying dominance exerted by the hundreds of Cassius Bloodline warriors, they struggled even to fly steadily, let alone resist.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

One by one, the Abyssal Drakes fell from the sky, crashing into the mountain slopes, shattering rocks, causing the peaks to tremble and debris to scatter.

The corpses of these drakes continued to roll down the slope, coating it with dark purple blood.

The Empire’s Wyvern Legion continued their dive, scattering the Abyssal Dragon Beast Corps into disarray; they regrouped at the base of the mountains.

Then, leveraging the turbulent air currents, they rapidly ascended again, reaching hundreds of meters in the sky.

"Victory!"

Alger, standing on the back of a giant eagle, raised the Everburning Greatsword high and again released a dazzling flame in the sky, as if lighting the eyes of the Red Dragon’s phantom.

He looked down at the wailing Abyssal Drakes below, his golden vertical pupils, representing his noble lineage, filled with a determination to win.

And the Wyvern knights, too, let out wave-like frenzied cheers, their lances like a forest, the scarlet flag of the Empire fluttering high in the sky.

"Victory! Victory!"

"Long Live the Empire!"

The bipedal wyverns and fire drakes gathered again in the sky, flapping their wings, forming scarlet clouds.

At this moment, the connection of their bloodline was fully demonstrated, their movements were as if carved from the same mold; each flap of their wings resonated.

"Roar—"

These wyverns and drakes all opened their gaping maws, their roars converging, forming a profound Dragon’s Roar.

Below the Empire’s dragon swarm, the Abyssal Drakes had suffered heavy casualties in their last charge, with nearly forty percent crashing to the ground, while the demon cavalry was completely annihilated, even their formation becoming incredibly lax.

These Abyssal Drakes lifted their heads, the reflection of the Red Dragon in their pitch-black eyes, their dragon bodies trembling uncontrollably as they let out deep moans from deep in their throats.

"Glug..."

As a twisted product of the Red Dragon, bipedal wyverns, and demons, the Abyssal Drakes were imbued with the chaotic strength, but their essence remained that of dragons.

Ancient Dragon Blood flowed in their veins, and even over the past thousands of years, they could not escape the suppression of their bloodline’s status.

Almost all the Abyssal Drakes were sobbing and trembling, struck by the impending dive of the Ash Dragon Swarm.

Faced with the menacing Ash Dragon Swarm, the largest of the Abyssal Drakes was finally provoked, emitting an ear-splitting roar and beginning its resistance.

"Roar—"

This Abyssal Drake opened its gaping maw, letting out a noisy, chaotic roar, like the wind blowing over a deep gorge, sticky, stinking saliva spraying from its mouth.

This drake was the leader of the Abyssal Dragon Beast Corps, its demon heritage the most pronounced.

It had roamed the wilderness of the Abyss for hundreds of years, feeding on any demons and visitors who entered its territory, even consuming many of its weaker kind.

The Abyssal Drakes brought only fear to other beings, never allowing themselves to become prey.

Its dark red scaly skin was covered in poison spikes, spanning over twenty meters in length, its powerful bat-like wings flapping, the torn wing membranes making a sound like bellows fanning flames.

The Abyssal Drake stretched its neck, howling defiantly, challenging the entire dragon swarm.

High above, Alger sneered, "Ha, such a foolish beast. I will make it regret its actions..."

However, before he could react, an impatient roar erupted from the Ashen Empire’s dragon swarm, filled with eagerness for battle.

"Roar—"

Immediately following, a massive figure flew out from the dragon swarm, arriving in front of the bipedal wyverns and fire drakes.

It was the leader of the bipedal wyverns, possessing a name bestowed by the Emperor himself, a presence equal to that of a Dragonblood Marquess—Stieg!

He spread his wings, extended his muscled arms, proudly displaying his majestic form.

Then, Stieg lowered his head, looking disdainfully at the Abyssal Drake, mockery gleaming in his golden vertical pupils; he even curled his claws provocatively.

Compared to the Abyssal Drake, his body length was slightly shorter, but he also reached the size of twenty meters.

Compared to the somewhat gaunt abyssal creature, this Wyvern Leader was much more robust, his limbs, torso, and tail all filled with visibly powerful muscles.

Compared to a bipedal wyvern, he resembled an adult Red Dragon even more, his entire body enveloped in the pungent smell of sulfur, only his bipedal stance revealing his true identity.

Alger instantly shook his head, laughing, "This guy... still so brash."

"What should we do, Captain?"