Ashen Dragon-Chapter 1236 - 375: Mad Cultists (Part 2)

In the high heavens, the phantom of the five-headed giant dragon seemed to smirk, revealing an exceedingly eerie and mocking smile, sending chills down one’s spine as if plunged into an icy abyss.

Within the city, the Dragon Worship Cult devotees trembled all over, their flesh squirming, with their skin gradually tearing accompanied by a sharp crackling sound, and crimson blood gushing forth, their mouths also oozing filthy, murky fluid.

Yet they felt no pain at all; instead, their expressions grew increasingly crazed, ecstatic, and excited.

"It’s Her Majesty the Dragon Queen, I saw Her! She’s watching me too!"

"O great Dragon Mother..."

"Hahaha! I actually saw the magnificent body of the Mother Goddess! This is Her blessing! I have been chosen!"

"I am the chosen one!"

"I saw Her too! It seems I’m about to evolve into a noble giant dragon, ascending to the Divine Realm!"

"Did you see that? I succeeded! Killing you back then was indeed the right choice, Father, I succeeded! I received His Majesty’s favor!"

This group of crazed Dragon Worship Cultists laughed, cheered, ran, or knelt devoutly, as if witnessing the supreme Five-Colored Dragon Queen appear before them, bestowing upon them endless divine power.

Along with continuous, teeth-gritting tearing sounds, the muscles and skin behind those crazed Dragon Worship Cultists were ripped apart, twisted dragon wings sprouting, flapping, carrying rancid gales as they soared into the sky.

Thousands upon thousands of Dragon Worship Cultists fluttered chaotically in the air, their eyes flickering with mad gleams, resembling billowing storm clouds, enshrouding the top of Sunset City, and spreading wildly toward the direction of the Allied Forces’ lines.

Meanwhile, the situation of the Allied Soldiers under the shroud of Tiamat’s divine power was equally dire.

Many soldiers were kneeling on the ground, faces full of agony, tears flowing uncontrollably, muttering incessantly: "No, don’t!"

"I failed to save you..."

"Damn you, monster, stay away from her!"

This group of soldiers was tormented by terrifying images in their minds, repeatedly recalling the scenes of their loved ones being ruthlessly killed by the Dragonborn, their thoughts gradually collapsing, disintegrating. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Even those Imperial Soldiers whose will was not strong enough fell victim, as Tiamat possesses the divine position of "Dragon," any creature with Dragon veins is affected to a certain extent — even the soldiers of the Ashen Empire are no exception.

"His Majesty Cassius..."

"Dragon Queen... Her Majesty?"

"Whose warrior am I, with the blood of a giant dragon flowing in me, giant dragons... Dragon Mother?"

In their hearts, the statue of the Emperor of Ashes was replaced by the sneering image of the five-headed giant dragon, the mortal’s will swaying uncertainly amidst their faith, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, like a small boat amid stormy seas.

In no time, the entire Allied Forces’ position descended into chaos, filled with crazed, confused soldiers, the previously indestructible, exceptionally strong defense line now riddled with holes.

Felipe nodded with satisfaction, waving the Calamity Staff, shouting loudly: "Look, fear has swallowed this group of vile humans!"

"Go, Tiamat’s offspring, tear them apart, let their blood gather into rivers, let this pathetic group of weaklings become the kindling for the birth of a new world!"

The massive Chromatic Dragon Beasts charged again, rampaging through the position, while the hundreds of thousands of Dragon-winged worshipers rapidly dove down, instantly engulfing the forefront Allied Troops.

This group of worshipers, who could hardly be called "human," were like famished beasts, their viciousness exposed, brandishing claws and fangs, either biting or scratching, ruthlessly tearing apart the Allied Soldiers affected by the divine power’s radiance, mangling them beyond recognition as humans.

These entities blessed by Tiamat had clearly lost their basic humanity, devolving into creatures more vicious and brutal than even giant dragons.

"Enough—"

"Pitiful cultists, do you truly believe you received the Mother of Evil Dragons’ blessing? No, it’s an eternal curse!"

At this moment, a gentle yet solemn voice came from afar, revealing a woman in a white robe adorned with golden edges, with a beautiful face, embodying a sacred and elegant grace—Priestess Ingrid.

The woman was the legendary priestess, former Honorary Bishop of the Amanata Church, now Archbishop of the Dragon Oath Sanctuary—Ingrid.

With the Emperor of Ashes’ ascension to demigod status, the sanctuary bishop’s power witnessed significant growth, able to utilize the emperor’s might, surpassing most legendary warriors.

"In the name of the Emperor of Ashes—Purify the Will!"

Ingrid raised the opulent Dragonhead Scepter high, causing intangible waves to spread from it, golden rays akin to noon-day sunlight spilling over the land.

Instantly, Allied Soldiers shrouded in darkness, whose minds were obscured by Tiamat, began emitting black smoke, sizzling, their gaze gradually clearing as if purified by the light.

Even the Dragon Worship Cultists turned monsters were affected by the golden light, their wings and claws rapidly retracting, with scales falling off in large patches.

"No—"

"This cannot be! I am the chosen one of Her Majesty the Dragon Queen! I shall become a true giant dragon!"

"No! You lowly creatures, how can you possibly kill a divine favored like me!"

Amidst their unwilling wails, these forcibly ended "Dragonification" Dragon Worship Cult devotees plummeted to the ground, immediately swarmed by the waiting Allied Soldiers, hacked into mush.

On the back of a distant giant Wyvern, Felipe’s face turned grim, gripping the Calamity Staff tightly, growling viciously: "How utterly laughable! How can a mere demigod’s emissary contend with the mighty Five-Colored Dragon Queen, Lord of Ten Thousand Scales!"

He brandished the Calamity Staff, about to perform Divine Arts again, when several blurred shadows came hurtling through the air with a piercing whistle, piercing through his body, causing him to stagger backward, nearly tumbling off the Wyvern’s back.

"Who? Who dares?"

Felipe’s visage turned sinister with veins bulging on his forehead, extracting several blood-stained bullets from the hole in his chest, he gazed into the distance, his slit pupils capturing those Imperial elite snipers.

"It’s just a few of the lowest, weakest mortals?"

"Do you think, with that, you can kill me?"

Felipe’s tone grew increasingly eerie and terrifying, he lifted the Calamity Staff, its tip already releasing divine power capable of distorting space.

Moreover, his self-healing ability was exceedingly strong, within mere seconds, the wound from the bullets had fully healed.

Yet, just then, an extremely scorching beam pierced through from afar, directly aiming at Felipe’s head.

The Dragon Worship Pope’s expression changed drastically, swiftly turning his head, the Calamity Staff in hand lightly tapped, divine power coalescing into a colossal light shield, blocking in front of him.

A tall, red-haired and golden-eyed Dragonfolk girl flapped her dragon wings, hovering mid-air, with slender and fair fingertips flickering with flames brimming with destructive energy—that was Misha.

Misha coldly watched the Pope, saying: "I didn’t expect the once Royal Family of Fadlan to fall to such depths... Become Tiamat’s puppet strings? Truly pathetic!"

"You are that traitor’s pact warlock?"

Felipe gazed at the distant female wizard with killer intent, sending shivers: "Serving the great His Majesty Tiamat is my honor, whereas you, enter into a pact with such a despicable, shameless traitor and thief!"

He stretched out his hand, chuckling coldly: "Sorcerer, you have great talent, abandon that one destined to be devoured, come pledge to the great Five-Colored Dragon Queen, Lord of Ten Thousand Scales, you will obtain even greater power, venture into broader horizons!"

"Insulting the Master..."

Misha furrowed her brow fiercely, her gaze icy cold, her hand unleashing dazzling flames once more: "Hopeless evil dragon puppet, die—"