In the psychedelic void, a beam of projection falls on a giant dragon's lair.

Perhaps this scene would be beyond the comprehension of most mortals, as some orc-like Giesyankees, with yellowish skin, wide pointed ears, and many spots on their faces, were living in harmony with a large group of red dragons.

At this moment, a projection of a woman with a thin face appeared. The golden pententat crown on her forehead shows her supremacy.

All the Giss Yankees in the room immediately knelt down and sent their highest greetings to the woman dressed in a dark red background mixed with Mithril armor.

"Good day! His Majesty the 157th Vlakis, Lord of Worlds and Supreme! ”

Queen Phrakis has reigned for nearly a thousand years, and her immortality is not due to the fact that she has never left the astral plane, but because she has long since turned herself into a lich.

In the slightly illusory projection, she is just a thin-looking female Giss Yankee.

Maybe it's some kind of attachment to her looks, at least she's not in the form of a terrible lich when she's outside.

Of course, any Gisyankee would have been bold enough to see her parched lips and slightly larger nostrils due to the atrophy of the muscles around her nose......

"In the distant continent of Kaos, a Mind Flayer colony has been destroyed by a group of humans."

"Yes, Your Majesty, only a dead Mind Flayer is the best Mind Flayer." A Ghiss Yankee, who looked a lot like a general, replied respectfully.

He wears a silver metal helmet shaped like an upside-down bucket, with only two eyes exposed, but behind the helmet there is a small bracket that supports a sun-shaped carving that glows in the reflection of firelight.

"Humans should have a very powerful magic item! Go ahead and bring it to me! ”

"Yes!" With that, the image of the Queen of the Gisyankees disappeared into thin air.

In the short and straightforward command, there is supreme violence.

There are no questions and no answers.

It doesn't matter who the other party is or who they believe in.

This practice of not telling the enemy how strong he is, only telling his subordinates where the enemy is, is full of arrogance and the absolute harshness of his rule.

[The work you can't do, some of them are done by the Giss Yankees!] 】

Queen Flakis is so mean to her tool men.

It's not just herself, but even her subordinates don't have any awareness of this.

"The first to the last Mind Flayer in the world should be killed by us Gisyankees!" The general raised his right arm, and a huge silver sword in the shape of a scimitar glittered in midair.

The Queen's order deeply hurt the sensitive and arrogant self-esteem of these Giss Yankee warriors! It's not because they ordered them to plunder, it's not because they were asked to challenge a group of humans who are likely to be extremely strong, but because they, as the closest Giss Yankee army to the Annihilated Mind Flayer community, actually failed to discover those Mind Flayers in advance, but robbed the human race of the 'Devil'.

The queen's cold and hard order made their hearts burn with a raging fire.

The queen wants a powerful magic item that can lead her to the path of the gods, and as for the owner of the item, of course, she must kill it.

Otherwise, the shame of their poor detection will not be washed away.

Accompanied by General Gisyankee's oath, all his men responded in unison.

"Glory to the Gisyankees—"

Soon, the entire army of Gisyankee dragon knights moved.

Legend has it that the Giss Yankees had starships.

It is clear that this Gisyankee army does not have this thing and does not need it.

Because as long as one person rides, they have the ability to teleport in space.

The red dragon who signed the eternal oath with the Ghisyankees can be said to be the peak of combat power in the colorful dragons and even in the red dragon group, these old dragons start and challenge the level of the red dragon that is close to level 20 at every turn, in addition to having all the general abilities of the pure-blood dragon clan, most of them have a good level of space magic.

This allows the Gisyankee Dragon Knights to ride alone across space to pursue the Mind Flayer.

After a short preparation time, hundreds of red dragons flew out of the huge dragon lair, chanting mysterious dragon magic in their mouths, locking the continent of Kaos.

When the psychedelic door of space opens, the Gisyankee Dragon Knights excitedly kill it.

……

For the people of Sweetland, it was supposed to be an ordinary day.

The Swaitlans, who indulged in the art of money and usury, were full of war in the north of Barbarossa, such as fooling a certain nobleman into signing a loan with an annual interest rate of 210%, or lending a large amount of war money to a weapon dealer.

It wasn't until the terrifying roar of the dragon resounded through the sky that they couldn't help but raise their heads, full of gold coins, and stare at the uninvited guests who suddenly broke in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the city guards of Sweetland, as well as the mercenaries, also looked up with their heads held up in a daze.

The clear sky suddenly became chaotic, and more huge red figures appeared in this sky. Looking at it from afar, it looks like a red butterfly dancing.

Each time the arcane brilliance flickered, a huge red dragon appeared that was extremely striking and dazzling.

These red dragons are so eye-catching that few of the Svetlanders notice that they often have a heavily armored knight on their backs who wield a long silver greatsword.

The formation of the Red Dragon Group was completely spread out on the canopy of several kilometers, and in less than a quarter of an hour, a vast sea of dragons appeared above the sky - each red dragon seemed to be flapping its red wings blessed with flames, and their arrival was simply a death knell that sounded the death knell of the world.

There was a moment of silence on the earth.

"They weren't the humans who killed the Mind Flayer cluster."

"What's the difference? It's just ants that need to be looted by the way. ”

That's right, for the Gisyankees, humans are nothing more than a flock of fat sheep.

What Sweetlands, what Marinos, in their eyes there is no difference.

The red dragons began to dive and attack.

The well-armed Sweetlands, after warnings to no avail, launched a counterattack in desperation.

What's even more desperate is that the armor-piercing crossbow in their hands, which claims to be able to shoot through the hard skin of the giant dragon, was actually knocked away in front of the scales of the leading [Extremely Old Dragon] that were beyond the imagination of mortals.

This round of attacks was the last struggle of the Swaitlanders.

With a terrible dragon's breath across the city, all the ballistas, the buildings, were completely torn apart after a sharp explosion of destruction.

The reliefs they were proud of, the bricks and wooden planks with ornate patterns, broke and collapsed, turning into debris and fragments one after another.

Under the collective attack of fifty red dragons, a city of 30,000 people was reduced to ruins in an instant.

(End of chapter)