Ashen Dragon-Chapter 1238 - 276: Evil Dragon Knight_2

"For the Mother of Ten Thousand Scales..."

The voices of the snake guards hissed like venomous snakes, exuding a sinister and ruthless aura that sent chills down one’s spine.

Moreover, their speed was incredibly fast, slithering through the ground’s crevices like serpents, arriving swiftly. Within minutes, hundreds of Seleucis infantry were slashed by long knives, blood sprayed skyward, heads flew, and a frenzied gleam shone from the vertical pupils beneath the snake guards’ faceplates.

Immediately, the sound of air being sliced came from above.

People looked up to see a group of armored evil dragon knights, riding dragon blood monsters. They appeared in the air, exhilarated, launching a massive charge, swiftly sweeping across the ground, drawing longswords engraved with grim dragon heads from their waists to slice the necks of the allied soldiers.

Another dozen heads soared into the air, blood splattered, and the joint attack from the snake guards and evil dragon knights quickly tore open a significant crack in the allied forces’ defense line.

Outside the Bronze Fortress, the Abyssal Legion had already occupied the sky and land, demon corpses smoking black piled everywhere.

Flo demons, Gesh demons, and other winged demon breeds gathered in the sky, shrouding Aphernas’s blood-red heavens, while giant bull demons, berserker demons, and demon giants rampaged on the ground, charging at the Hell Legion’s defenses in a frantic race.

The Devils fiercely resisted, chain demon warriors in heavy armor stood at the forefront, and a sturdy force field wall appeared on the defensive line, causing the demons in front to crash with bloody heads.

Horned demons, holding steel forks, and thorny demons leapt into the air, battling desperately, causing winged demons to plummet from the sky.

Devil sorcerers, clad in robes, hovered in the air, chanting ancient and evil incantations, countless Hellfire descended from the sky, bombarding the midway demons, black smoke and screams erupted among the Demon Group.

At this moment, a melodious horn sounded from afar, cold hurricane swept the land, cooling down the Devils’ reddened weapons and armor with a hiss, even coating them with a layer of frost.

"These Hell mongrels are weak, crush them—for the great Angry Lord Koschech!"

The ground trembled, the Devils on the battlefield looked fearfully into the distance, seeing on the distant earth several abyss giant beasts the size of small mountains growling deeply, demon frost giants riding on their backs, waving spears and giant hammers, roaring manically.

The leading frost giant wore pitch-black heavy armor and wielded a giant hammer, his form burly, his body covered in cracks emitting a dark light, and twisted spikes protruded from his elbows and knees, emitting a thick chaotic aura, clearly long infected by the Abyss.

He wore a black eyepatch and had a fierce scar on his face, the remaining right eye flickered with dark green flames.

The frost giant leader riding a dragon beast crushed dozens of low-level demons to pulp and cursed angrily, "Get out of my way! You useless bunch, unable to break through the Hell mongrels’ defense for so long, forcing the great Krum to take action personally!"

This "great Krum" was a confidant of Koschech, after the fall of the Giant Pantheon, he followed the Angry Lord into the Abyss, waging war for thousands of years, earning quite a reputation in the Abyss.

The low-level demons piled outside the force field wall were terrified, under the suppression of status and the fear of death, they hurriedly made way.

"You Hell mongrels, fit only to tremble beneath Lord Koschech’s army and march toward death!"

Krum raised the giant hammer, shouting as he charged, just before crashing into the defense line, the frost giant demon swung the giant hammer single-handedly, smashing it into the force field wall with all his might.

Instantly, space shattered, the giant hammer brought fierce cold winds and chaotic roars.

"Boom!"

Alongside a deafening explosion, a shockwave mixed with hail propelled hundreds of demons and devils, with this strike, the force field wall shattered abruptly, turning into countless gleaming Magic Fragments.

Devil Officers snarled hideously, yelling hoarsely, "Quick! Stop this damned demon giant!"

"Stop him! Don’t let these Abyssal mongrels disrupt the defenses!"

Krum swung the giant hammer, smashing the few approaching Devil Soldiers to pulp, cold winds swept in, turning them into countless shards of ice, flying into the sky.

The Abyss Giant Beast beneath the Frost Giant charged into the formation, instantly crushing dozens of Chain Demons into meat paste.

A dozen Frost Giant Cavalry followed closely behind, waving their warhammers and spears, stirring up billowing clouds of dust and making the cold winds of the wasteland even more chilling.

They were like a sharp iron hammer, smashing hard into the Devil Army, creating a massive breach in the originally tight defense line.

Krum brought down a hammer, causing the Devil Officer’s head to explode like a ruptured water bag, blood splattering, as he laughed loudly in the shower of blood: "The great Krum will smash everything! Hell will belong to us Frost Giants, belong to Lord Koschech!"

"Roar!"

With the force field wall broken, demons rushed in like a floodgate opening, crazily battling with the devils.

At this moment, the devils on the outer defense line were completely submerged in the mottled torrent of demons, who eagerly grabbed, bit, and devoured the bodies of the devils, instantly tearing apart the foremost dozen Devil Soldiers into minced meat.

The number of demons was more than twenty times that of the devils, each demon like a rabid beast, viciously bloodthirsty, ruthlessly driven.

Thus, once dragged into chaotic battle, no matter how tight the devils’ organization or how complete their tactics, they were of no avail, as they could only watch themselves being swallowed by the magic tide, becoming trophies for the frenzied demons.

"We can’t hold them off anymore!"

"Lord Uriel, those demons are about to attack!"

The overall commander of this defense line, Deep Prison Demon Refiner Uriel, looked towards the distant magic tide, gritting his teeth and said: "The 21st Legion and the 22nd Legion are beyond help. Have them hold their ground to buy us time for retreat."

"Yes, my lord."

Although these two Hell Legions were not directly under Uriel, they still possessed considerable combat strength, which made him heartbroken.

But the Deep Prison Demon Refiner moved swiftly, abandoning subordinates without hesitation, he organized his elites and retreated to the next defense line in no time.

The devils left outside were shredded by the frantic demons, unable even to leave behind a complete corpse—this was already the choice for maximizing benefits.

Krum raised his giant hammer high, swinging it in the air, laughing loudly: "Did you see? They’re scared! These cowards from Hell can’t stop us! Lord Koschech will conquer Aphernas, and this land will become a paradise for demons!"

"Long live the Abyss!"

"Praise Lord Koschech!"

The demons had completely occupied the outer defense line, letting out a cacophony of hoarse roars.

In just a moment, they had slaughtered the tens of thousands of devils, leaving only a ground covered with blood, remnants, and shards.

This is the demon, a product of chaos, beings born purely for slaughter and destruction; compared to life, they are more like living disasters.

The second defense line of Hell was composed of fiery river of magma, which often erupted, splashing into the sky, with deadly toxic smoke spreading above the river surface, while the Devil Army awaited in strict formation on the riverside, with various large-scale machines arrayed.

The frenzied low-tier demons flapped their wings densely like black clouds, trying to cross over the river from above, but were blocked by the magma and toxic smoke, their twisted bodies igniting, accompanied by shrill wails and roars, they plunged from mid-air into the magma, leaving only the stinking black smoke.

Those strong demons roared, exerting all their effort to flap their wings, their shoulder muscles bulging, veins popping out, trying to forcibly break through the defense line, but a mighty Gravity Spell descended, and the demons were swatted down in mid-air like flies, falling into the river of magma.

The devils also raised their Hell Crossbows, aiming at the sky, countless arrows carrying flames poured down like fierce winds and torrential rains, shooting down the demons in the sky, within mere minutes, over a thousand demons perished under the cover of the magic tide, the stench of black smoke filled the battlefield, nauseating to the senses.