"Oh my God, what's that?"

Gianna exclaimed.

"I don't know, but what is certain is that a force is descending that is more terrifying than all the creatures present. Gianna, our previous fears look like they're about to happen. ”

A terrifying scream resounded in the sky, and the sun pierced through the thick clouds, looking at the deep blue sky, Ares said worriedly. I don't want to believe it, but maybe it's coming......

I saw that those black shadows continued to decline, and their size became larger and larger, almost comparable to that of warships. Or rather, more massive than a warship. The griffon hissed uneasily.

Immediately after, a dragon roar came, and everyone could see clearly, it was ......

"Frost Dragon......

Ares shouted. Now, everyone knew that their end had come. The real despair has arrived......

The cold ice qi hit overwhelmingly, and in an instant, the entire world seemed to be wrapped in a terrifying cold wave.

"Hannes! Damn, what are you going to do? ”

The griffon knight captain Muller roared, but his roar was quickly drowned out by the terrifying dragon roar. He saw his comrades harnessing their griffons and slashing at the oncoming frost dragon.

"Damn it, you madman......"

Angry voices drowned out in the vast sky. The dwarves wield the Storm Hammer and charged at the dragon...... However, the massive griffin looked so small in front of the frost dragon, like a seagull pounced on a whale. The griffon knight makes a mortal charge.

The next moment, the dragon opened its terrifying mouth, revealing rows of teeth as tall as a dwarf, and it didn't even bother to spit out, and directly bit the dwarven griffin into its mouth. The dwarven griffin knight named Hannis disappeared into the vast sky without saying a word, and only a few feathers fell from the sky.

The terrifying images remind the Hammer Dwarves of the Red Dragons who were enslaved by the Orcs during the Wars. The scene in front of me is like a recreation of the past.

"Fold the formation!"

Mueller yelled. The griffin knights, who had been scattered all over the sky, suddenly flew towards their captain. Alone, the griffons are clearly no match for the Frost Dragons, and they have to regroup and concentrate on one of them, and then assemble again to deal with the next. Hannes' tragedy has proven everything, and these frost dragons are no weaker than the original red dragons.

And to make matters worse, the Scarlet Crusaders have lost the ability to fight air power. The artillery, exposed in the excited fire of the Scarlet Artillery, had crushed the five Scourge Giants, but all of them had been almost destroyed.

Muller grabbed the reins, and the griffin screamed and began to stir its wings and gallop.

A team of five griffons, flying in the direction of the dragon swooping down.

Storm hammers beep in the hands of the Brute Hammer Dwarves, and lightning surrounds them. The dragon began to breathe, and the cold frost breath came out of their mouths and noses, and the white bones began to gather frost and cold breath in their abdomen. The blue, icy flame burned inside the dragon.

"Brothers, the Hammer Dwarves will never give in!"

Griffin Captain Mueller roared. In the next second, a terrifying frost breath erupted from the dragon's mouth. The whole sky is full of brilliant blue ice flames!

Behind this ice flame, however, was the sacrifice of a dozen dwarven griffins.

Muller harnessed his griffon and swept over the Frost Dragon's head, his hammer slamming into the Frost Dragon's neck vertebrae. However, the other griffon knights were not so lucky, and the moment they rushed towards the frost dragon, they were struck by the terrifying ice flames, and their bodies were covered in heavy frost, and they fell from the sky like an ice sculpture.

A tragic atmosphere spread among the coalition forces.

"Retreat, Ares, if we don't retreat, we'll be annihilated!"

On the battlefield of despair, Drumm was covered in blood and pleaded with Ares. All the Ashen Judgment warriors cast desperate glances. Indeed, it is not worth it to save a Scarlet Crusade......

However, standing on the battlefield littered with corpses, Ares gave the exact opposite order -

"No, fight to the end! Brothers, I don't have much time to explain, but I just want to tell you that if the Scarlet Crusade is defeated today, the next target for the Scourge will be the Chapel of Light's Wish. Alone with us and the Silver Dawn, we will hold the Holy Land at all. We are connected to the Scarlet Crusaders, in fact, by the same root. We can only fight, even if we die in despair, even if we let the darkness take our lives, we will never compromise! ”

"Fight against fate!"

Ares roared.

Blood stained each warrior, and hope and despair alternated here. The cycle of light and darkness.

The next moment, the dragons roared and descended from the sky, their bone wings curling up in a hurricane, and ice breath erupted from the dragon's mouth, sweeping the blood-colored coalition on the ground like a huge wave. The land immediately turned into a field of ice and snow.

Countless blood-colored crusader warriors, one second they were still living brave fighters, and the next second, they all turned into ice sculptures.

Where the cold wave passed, even the flame mages could not resist it. Their fire spells were like child's match toys in the face of the frost dragon's breath. The tiny flame was extinguished almost instantly, and the arcane brilliance was extinguished here, along with the last hope of the Scarlet Crusaders, on the land, extinguished, extinguished......

A frost dragon swept even more arrogantly at a low altitude, stretching out its icy frost claws, tearing all the blood-colored warriors in a straight line to pieces!

Countless flesh and bones and blood fluttered in the air...... Scarlet Elegy......

"Give up resistance, humans, you are no match for the Scourge Legion."

Under the dark canopy, the faint laughter of Kergassud echoed. It's like an invisible hand that chokes everyone's heart. The cold temperature freezes the blood, stopping the flow.

In despair, a light bloomed from the crowd.

With a warhammer in hand, Tirio called upon the Light with a strong conviction in his own right. The light enveloped his whole being. The undead soldiers' swords were of no avail to him, and the warriors of the Silver Dawn rallied once again around their leader, fighting the Frost Dragons with unparalleled spirits.

The ballista was seen to be back in action in the hands of the Silver Dawn Warriors, and flaming arrows swept through the sky and shot at these air lords. It's small, but it's hope.

Fred and the priests of Silver Dawn also prayed reverently, unleashing various blessings on Tirio, all of whom were blessed by the Light, almost all of which shrouded him alone.

Tirio is once again the protagonist of the battlefield, the paladin holding the hammer in his hand, and the holy light continues to radiate light and heat from him, as if he is the messenger of the holy light.

However, the next moment, everyone could not be happy. The paladin's valor has attracted the attention of the scourge of the undead.

A frost dragon, much larger than the other dragons, swooped down from the sky with a scream, aiming for the paladin on the ground who glowed with the power of holy light, Tirio. Foding.