Under the Red Dragon

After a brief treatment, Will Clarence's sternum was pierced with thick ropes and he was hung from the thick tail of the white dragon, Camide.

Whether the white dragon flew or walked on the ground, he was dragged along like a dog, especially since his limbs were now severed, leaving him to be dragged behind like a dead dog.

This was the humiliation the red dragon returned to him. Meanwhile, Caron led the dragon pack and his newly acquired dragon-kin monsters towards what was once Will Clarence's mansion.

To amplify Will Clarence's suffering, he even walked there, allowing the white dragon, Camide, to drag the former noble, leaving a long trail of blood on the wide street.

The other noble's private soldiers dared not to stop the red dragon. Just the size of the dragon was enough to dissuade them from any such thoughts, especially since they were now collaborators.

Before Will Clarence's very eyes, the dragon-kin monsters broke through the already weak defenses of his mansion.

They ended the lives of every living thing they found within the noble's residence with their claws and teeth. The servants, butlers, and maids were torn into pieces by the monsters, and blood splattered throughout the mansion.

Even his most beloved mistress, who was hiding in the basement, was dragged out and beheaded in public, her blood soaking the stone slabs of the ground.

Will Clarence's heart was filled with endless regret, forced to watch everything unfold before him. He no longer had the strength to beg for mercy, realizing the red dragon was determined to erase him and his family from the world.

When the dragons descended again in front of the mansion of the Clarence family patriarch, the Imperial Treasurer, the noble's private soldiers had only just breached the main gate. This was only due to the speed of the dragons and their dragon-kin subordinates.

As the dragons perched once more on the walls of the Treasurer's mansion, the elderly Treasurer, surrounded by many elite family warriors, turned pale.

Especially when he saw Will Clarence, his family's eldest son, hanging from the dragon's tail, barely alive.

"Alas, the eagerness to pursue honor and power can blind one to the perception of danger," the Imperial Treasurer sighed, his old face filled with regret.

But he still clung to the possibility of a last resort, pleading to the red dragon perched high on the wall: "I am willing to give up all the family's territories, begging the noble dragon to spare us. The Clarence family will forever be the dragon's loyal vassals."

All the dragons looked towards the red dragon, awaiting his decision. Even though the flames of revenge had not yet subsided, such matters required the dragon king's approval.

"Old fool, if we kill you, everything you have will be ours anyway. Did you think the dragon pack would care about your pitiful little territory?"

The red dragon's sharp fangs were exposed, his scarlet eyes filled only with bestial indifference and cruelty. A thunderous voice echoed within the crowded mansion, "Those who offend the dragon pack are unforgivable! Your blood will be proof that the dragon pack always repays its debts!"

The dragons and dragon-kin monsters roared in excitement at the response. Kleinaiya's fiery lines on her chest and abdomen lit up, and long-suppressed dragon fire spewed from her wide-open mouth, burning towards the warriors crowded in the wide courtyard.

The dragon fire ignited the dragons' anger and the monsters' desire to attack. The other dragons also opened their mouths, unleashing their breaths.

The black dragon, Rosani, spewed his acid breath, spraying it like a water gun onto the warriors who were holding up shields in defense.

The spreading acid would cause the skin of these warriors to rot if they were even slightly touched, and then the acid would seep in through the corroded skin.

The white dragon, Camide's, frost breath was like the coldest mist of winter, slowing the warriors' movements and freezing their limbs.

There was also the blue dragon's lightning breath, and the green dragon's poisonous breath. Various colored breaths sprayed out in a fan shape, enveloping the warriors.

Even these elite warriors of the noble's private army were being harvested by the dragons' breaths. Even if some lucky warriors dodged the dragons' breaths and escaped the range,

the bloodthirsty dragon-kin monsters, who had quietly surrounded them, immediately pounced on them, tearing them to pieces, even crushing their hard skulls.

And the once high and mighty Treasurer was burned into a fire man by Kleinaiya's blazing dragon fire in the first wave of breath, rolling and screaming on the ground until he turned into a pile of ashes.

Having gained freedom, the dragons took advantage of their strengths and easily annihilated all the key forces of the Clarence family in this city.

The entire mansion also collapsed into countless pieces of rubble and broken wood under the dragons' power.

But the dragon pack was not satisfied. Under Caron's leadership, they took to the skies again, riding the free wind straight towards the residences of the other nobles.

"Damn you monsters, the Emperor will return and wring your heads off, hanging them on the city walls."

The grief-stricken Imperial Treasurer, Rebus, stared with bloodshot eyes, watching his family members being dragged out one by one by the monsters and executed in the streets. Even the pet wolfhounds he kept were not spared.

Blood washed over Rebus's insteps. He was restrained by two monsters and could only watch everything happen.

"Pfft," when the last member of his family, his most beloved son, was beheaded by a horrifying monster, he could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Finally, Rebus's head was hung on the city's clock tower by the dragon pack, overlooking the city, waiting for his Emperor to return.

Countless nobles loyal to the Imperial Emperor were crushed to death by the dragons and monsters. Those noble private soldiers who did not have time to withdraw from the battlefield were also wiped out by the dragon pack and monsters.

Corpses and ashes were scattered throughout the city, and a thick smell of blood permeated the entire city.

The dragon pack's final target was the tall and magnificent imperial palace.

The dragon-kin followers on the ground were also running wildly. Their strong and powerful legs allowed them to run a great distance with each bound. These monsters followed far behind the dragon pack.

Like their masters, they were not yet satisfied with the blood before them.

At this time, the imperial palace was also in chaos. With the help of an internal accomplice, the palace gate had already fallen.

The Emperor's most trusted general, Kairey, had to retreat with the original city garrison and the palace guard to the final palace wall.

The solid palace wall and the heavy gate firmly resisted the noble army, which had not yet received siege weapon support, but he did not know that today would be the dragon pack's battlefield.

When Caron led the dragon pack in a triangular wedge formation from the high sky, the airflow from the dragons' wings brought a sharp whistle, like the punishment arrows of the gods from the nine heavens.

The dragon pack began to follow the red dragon in front to adjust the angle of their wings, controlling the speed and impact route of the dive to avoid being shot by the ballistae on the city wall.

Then, the magic in the sky began to converge towards the dragons, and an excessive amount of magical elements was absorbed by the dragons.

Each dragon began to take a rare deep breath, which was them brewing a breath beyond the normal power.

The originally neatly arranged garrison on the city wall began to scatter their formation after seeing the dragons diving down, the rapidly expanding bodies, the shadow covering their heads, and the increasingly rapid and sharp whistling sound.

But they did not have time to come up with any ideas, but were pulled by an extremely shocked emotion, unable to speak, and could not help but look up at the huge dragon pack getting closer and closer in the sky.

The particularly strong red dragon led the dragon pack to make a breathing motion in the sky with extremely agile and violent movements, and the fire of destruction descended on the earth.

Caron, who fully opened the All Things to Ashes domain and the Earth and Metal King talent, was shrouded in extremely terrifying high temperature and strong dragon power.

These elite warriors selected from various legions could not withstand this power. The armor on their bodies seemed to have their own will and began to twist, and they began to flee for their lives.

But the king's anger turned into a fire of destruction and has descended on their heads. In order to expand his attack range, Caron specially turned his breath into a fan-shaped attacking flame breath this time.

His flame breath mixed with the magic in the air, producing a strange and terrifying reaction, and the rolling magic surged in the violent dragon fire, bringing unparalleled high temperature with the descent of purgatory.

Under the blessing of Caron's domain, the temperature at this moment was as high as several thousand degrees, which was a high temperature comparable to the fire on the sun.

The high temperature that seemed to burn everything shrouded the garrison's queue with the scorched and distorted air, and moved towards the garrison on the entire palace wall, burning every place on the entire city wall, and where the violent dragon fire went, everything turned to ashes.