Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 63 Dragon Fire
After receiving simple treatment, Will Clarence was tied to the thick tail of the white dragon Kamide after a thick rope pierced through his scapula.

In this way, whether the white dragon is flying or walking on the ground, he will be led like a dog. Moreover, his limbs are now all broken, so he can only be dragged behind like a dead dog.

This was the red dragon's return of humiliation to him. And Caron led the dragon group and the newly received dragon monsters towards the mansion that originally belonged to Will Clarence.

To enhance Will Clarence's feelings, he even walked over there, letting the white dragon Kamide drag the former nobleman along, leaving a long trail of blood on the wide street.

The rest of the nobles' private armies did not dare to stop the red dragon. Just looking at the size of the dragon in front of them was enough to make them unable to think of anything else, not to mention that they were now collaborators.

Will Clarence watched with his own eyes as the dragonborn monsters broke through his mansion's already shabby defenses.

All lives seen in this noble mansion were ended by its claws. The servants, butlers and servants were torn into pieces by the monsters, and blood was spread all over the mansion.

Even his favorite mistress who was hiding in the basement was dragged out and beheaded in public, with streams of blood soaking the stone slabs on the ground.
Will Clarence's heart was filled with infinite regret and he could only watch everything happening before his eyes. He didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy. The red dragon before him was determined to wipe him and his family out from this world.

When the dragons once again descended upon the residence of the Clarence family patriarch, the imperial treasurer, the nobles' private armies had just broken through the door of the residence. This could only be attributed to the fact that the dragons and their dragon-born followers were too efficient.

When the dragons lay on the wall of the treasurer's mansion again, the old treasurer, who was surrounded by many elite warriors of the family, turned pale.

Especially when he saw Will Clarence, the eldest son of the family, hanging from the dragon's tail and dying.

"Alas, the eager pursuit of honor and power will blind one's perception of danger," sighed the old face of the empire's treasurer.

But he still held on to the possibility and pleaded with the red dragon, which was clinging to the high wall: "I am willing to give up all the territory of my family and pray that the noble dragon will let us go. The Clarence family will always be the dragon's loyal vassal."

All the dragons looked at the red dragon, waiting for his decision. Even though the flames of revenge had not yet subsided, these matters required respecting the opinion of the King of Dragons.

"Old man, even if we beat you to death, everything you have will still be ours. Do you still think the dragons will be interested in your pitiful territory?"

The red dragon's pointed fangs were exposed, and his bright red eyes showed only animal indifference and cruelty. His rumbling voice echoed in the crowded mansion, "Those who offend the dragon group will not be forgiven. Your blood will be proof that the dragon group will avenge their grudges!"

The giant dragons and dragonborn monsters roared excitedly in response, and the fire lines between Clenaya's chest and abdomen lit up. The long-suppressed dragon fire spewed out from her mouth, which was opened to the limit, and burned towards the warriors crowded in the wide courtyard.

The dragon fire ignited the dragons' anger and the monsters' desire to attack. The rest of the dragons also opened their big mouths and sprayed out their breath.

The black dragon Rosani spewed out his acid breath, spraying it like a water gun at the warriors who were holding up their shields to defend themselves.

If these soldiers are accidentally exposed to the spreading acid, their skin will ulcerate, and the acid will then seep into the ulcerated parts of their bodies.

The cold breath of the white dragon Kamide is like the coldest fog in winter, which will slow down the movements of these warriors and freeze their limbs.

There was also the blue dragon's lightning breath, and the green dragon's poisonous breath. The various colored breaths sprayed out in a fan shape, enveloping the warriors.

These warriors, who were considered elite even among the nobles' private armies, were harvested by the dragons' breath. Even those warriors who were lucky enough to dodge the dragons' breath and rush out of range.

But the bloodthirsty dragon monsters that surrounded them silently pounced on them immediately, tearing the warriors to pieces and even crushing their hard skulls.

The once high-ranking financial officer was burned into a fireman by the dragon's first breath. He rolled on the ground and wailed until he turned into a pile of ashes.

The freed dragon took advantage of its strengths and easily destroyed all the backbone forces of the Clarence family in the city.

The entire mansion collapsed into ruins of countless broken stones and wood under the power of the dragons.

But the dragons were not satisfied. Led by Charon, they took off into the air again, riding the wind of freedom and heading straight for the residences of other nobles.

"Damn you monsters! When the Emperor returns, he will twist off all your heads and hang them on the city walls." The angry and indignant Imperial Treasurer, Rebus, stared with bloodshot eyes as he watched his family members being dragged out one by one by those monsters and executed in public on the streets. Even his own pet wolfhound was not spared.

Blood flowed over the instep of Lei Bushi's feet. He was clamped by two monsters and could only watch all this happen.

"Puff," when the last member of the entire family, his most beloved son, had his head chopped off by the terrifying monster, he could no longer hold back and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Finally, the dragons hung Rebus's head on the city's bell tower, overlooking the city, waiting for his emperor to return.

Countless noble factions loyal to the emperor of the empire were crushed to death by dragons and monsters, and those noble private armies that did not have time to withdraw from the battlefield were also wiped out by dragons and monsters.

Corpses and ashes were scattered throughout the city, and the whole city was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The dragon group's final target was the tall and magnificent imperial palace.

The dragon descendants on the ground were also running wildly. Their strong and powerful legs allowed them to run long distances with every bounce. These monsters were following far behind the dragon group.

Like their master, they were not yet satisfied by the blood in front of them.

The palace was in chaos at this time, and with the help of an insider, the palace gate had been lost.

Kalrey, the most trusted general of the Emperor of the Empire, had to retreat behind the last palace wall with the original city garrison and the attendants guarding the palace.

The solid palace walls and heavy gates firmly held off the noble army that had not yet received support from siege equipment, but he had no idea that this would be a battlefield for dragons today.

When Charon led his group of dragons to dive down from the sky at high speed in a triangular wedge-shaped formation, the air currents that passed through the dragons' wings made a sharp whistling sound, like arrows of punishment from the gods above the nine heavens.

The dragons began to follow the red dragon in the front and adjusted the angle of their wings, controlling the speed of their dive and the route of their impact to avoid being shot by the giant crossbows on the city walls.

Then the magic power in the sky began to gather towards the dragons, and excessive amounts of magic elements were absorbed by the dragons.

Each dragon began to take rare deep breaths, which was their way of preparing a breath with power beyond normal power.

The garrison troops that had been arranged neatly on the city wall began to become disorganized after seeing the rapidly expanding bodies of the dragons swooping down, the shadows covering their heads, and the increasingly rapid and sharp whistles.

But it was too late for them to think anything. Instead, they were torn apart by an emotion of extreme shock and speechlessness. They could only involuntarily look up at the huge group of dragons that were getting closer and closer in the sky.

The exceptionally strong red dragon led the group of dragons in an extremely agile and violent manner, breathing in the sky, and the destructive dragon fire descended upon the earth.

Karon, who fully activated the field of turning all things into ash and the talent of the king of earth and metal, was shrouded in extremely high temperature and powerful dragon power.

These elite warriors selected from various legions were unable to withstand this force. The armor on their bodies seemed to have their own will and began to twist, and they began to flee for their lives.

But the king's wrath turned into a flame of destruction that had descended upon their heads. In order to expand his attack range, Karon specially turned his breath into a fan-shaped attack of fire.

His fiery breath mixed with the magic in the air, producing a strange and terrifying reaction. The rolling magic surged in the violent dragon fire, and the incomparable high temperature brought purgatory down.

With the blessing of the Charon Field, the temperature at this moment reached thousands of degrees, which is a high temperature comparable to the flames on the sun.

The high temperature that seemed to burn everything enveloped the garrison's ranks with the burning, misty and distorted air, and moved towards the garrison on the entire palace wall, burning every part of the wall. Wherever the violent dragon fire reached, everything turned to ashes.

(End of this chapter)