Ashen Dragon

Chapter 427: Chapter 350 Holy City Battle (Part 2)

However, the Allied Forces outside the city were not to be outdone; they had long anticipated an attack from Cassandra’s army.

After all, this had happened countless times before. The walls of the Holy City were riddled with scars, and they had even scaled the walls, only to be repelled by Cassandra’s soldiers.

Thrace Kingdom’s Arcane Legion raised their Magic Wands, and a series of golden Shields, identical to those on the walls, were suddenly erected to fend off the descending attacks.

In the end, both sides were offspring of the Empire, their tactics barely differed.

But even these Sun Shields could not stop everything; when the golden arrows shot by the Great Crossbow pierced through the Shields, soldiers were still struck down one after another.

Death occurred incessantly on this land, almost never ceasing.

“Ely, you seek death!”

Tierna glared angrily, spreading her wings. She gripped her sword’s hilt tightly, unleashing the explosive Divine Power from the Great Sword.

“Boom!”

The energies from the same source collided in the sky, creating a deafening explosion.

The scorching Shockwave spread rapidly, and everyone present felt a wave of hot wind assaulting them.

“Tierna, it seems you’ve completely forgotten——how to respect your seniors!”

Ely leapt from the wall, ascending rapidly to several hundred meters in the air. His blade shone brightly in the sky.

Then, he slashed downward.

A terrifying torrent of energy descended from the high altitude, Ely’s Fury even stirred a tempest.

“For rebels like you of the Empire, there is no respect owed at all!”

Tierna remained unafraid, raising her Great Sword once more and releasing explosive Divine Power into the sky.

“Boom!”

Another grand explosion erupted.

Several Angel Divine Descendants fell from midair, turning into burning meteors.

Meanwhile, Ely, using the cover of the flames, charged forward, slashing at Tierna’s slender neck.

However, Tierna flapped her wings and abruptly ascended dozens of meters, releasing a beam of light down at Ely.

Ely horizontally blocked with his long blade, intercepting the terrifyingly hot beam, retreating while fighting.

As a Titan Divine Descendant, Ely also had the ability to hover in the air, but he was far less agile than the Angel Divine Descendants.

Tierna, on the other hand, hovered and darted in the air, continuously circling Ely, attempting to find the warrior’s weakness.

“Marshal Ely!”

“Swear to defend the Holy City!”

Titan Divine Descendant warriors leapt from the city towers to support Ely, yet many were pierced by the scattered Light Arrows.

Thus, they clashed with the warriors of the Angel God Race, angels continuously fell from the sky, and Titan Divine Descendants perished on their charge paths.

Explosions and flames were everywhere.

Beams of light descended from the sky, effortlessly melting solid rock.

Under the ravages of both armies, the desolated land bore deep cracks and gigantic craters once more.

Ely landed on the ground, confronting Tierna from a distance, issuing a fierce battle cry.

“Tierna!”

“His Majesty Aragon once said that holding the Holy City symbolizes owning the throne!”

“His Majesty Audis is the true Emperor! The Wilhelm you serve is nothing but a greedy, selfish man who refuses to relinquish power!”

“His Majesty Audis is the true Emperor!”

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The Titan Divine Descendants cheered, hammering the ground with great hammers, creating tremendous, earth-shaking sounds.

This was the strength of Divine Descendant Nobles; they had once been the pillars of the Empire of Fadlan and were now the trumps of the Three Great Kingdoms.

Each Divine Descendant possessed strength comparable to a Transcendent, and the most powerful Divine Dukes could reach the pinnacle of Legend.

Witnessing the battle between Divine Descendants, other mortal armies hurriedly stepped aside.

It was a cataclysmic battle.

Mortals could hardly participate.

Light beams from Angel Divine Descendants and earth quakes from Titan Divine Descendants could easily claim mortal lives.

This was a hallmark of the former Holy Fadlan Federation’s military system—an extremely formidable Divine Descendant Legion serving as the army’s elite force, capable of combating the Celestial Race and demons, while the mortal infantry languished in filth.

Only the Arcane Legion could barely be called strong.

When the Divine Descendants gradually lost their strength, the Kingdoms that split from Holy Fadlan struggled to maintain control over their territories.

The Holy Fadlan Federation had once used Amanata’s power to expand their territory across numerous planes, but without the sunlight’s radiance, they couldn’t even safeguard their homeland.

“You are distorting His Majesty’s words!”

“Holy City is closest to our Thrace Kingdom, yet you Cassandras shamelessly occupy it!”

“You rebels will never truly own it!”

Tierna once more flapped her wings, her slender, fair arm easily wielding the three-meter-long Great Sword, releasing explosive beams of light again.

The Angel Divine Descendants behind her also flapped their wings, releasing streams of fire.

Behind them, thousands of mortal soldiers, under the urging of their Military Governors, steadily advanced towards Theodivacan, the supply-laden wagons emitting a dull rumble.

Ely sneered, single-handedly cleaving the light beam, then looked towards the massed mortal troops behind them, laughing heartily.

“Hahahahaha!”

“Have all Thrace’s Divine Descendants perished? You’ve sent these mortals to their deaths!”

“Wilhelm must be at his wit’s end! Can such frail beings stand against us Cassandras?”

But this time, the mortal soldiers behind the Thrace Angel Divine Descendants were not merely spectators. They uncovered the tarps on their wagons, revealing black metal cannons.

——It was the Ashen Empire’s Thunder Hammer!

Tierna directed her Great Sword at the Holy City.

“Destroy them! Fire!”

“Boom!”

“Boom! Boom!”

Amidst thunderous sounds and smoke billowing from the cannon muzzles, shells traced graceful arcs through the air, landing in Cassandra’s fortifications.

Though these cannons were outdated products discarded by the Empire, lacking the new-style Blooming Bullets, they still used solid shells.

Yet, even so, shells crashing into crowds still caused significant casualties. Even some Titan Divine Descendants were caught off guard and injured.

Although not as powerful as the spells of the Arcane Legion, their strength lay in their numbers.

Thrace Kingdom had purchased a staggering 35,000 Thunder Hammer-II model cannons, bringing thousands to this battlefield alone.

To maximize their effectiveness, Wilhelm had gathered over 70,000 mortal troops—an all-out effort for the Northern Countries, but nothing significant for Thrace Kingdom.

Watching the cannon shells rain down like a storm, Ely casually extended his hand——

“Thud!”

A dull sound.

The shell was caught in Ely’s hand, glowing red hot and emitting white smoke.

“Sss… crack!”

He exerted force with his hand, crushing the shell.

“These things…”

“They pack a punch, allowing mortals to harm Divine Descendants, and their numbers are plentiful.”

Gazing at the distant black cannon muzzles, Ely’s expression turned solemn.

Even the Sun God Crossbow on the walls required well-trained veterans to operate efficiently; they were expensive and few in number.

Looking at those mortal troops, Ely noticed they wielded peculiar short sticks, shooting high-speed projectiles far more powerful than ordinary arrows.

“What are those weapons…?”

Ely’s expression grew more serious, his once-contemptuous gaze towards the mortals turned into astonishment.