Ashen Dragon

"Kill them all!"

"These rebels will become the best sacrifice!"

Seron spread the hideous spider limbs on his back, letting out a hoarse roar, as cracks on his skin increased, making his body resemble a shattered porcelain.

A dense black fog seeped out from the cracks on his body, Seron's flesh quivering, veins bulging, as if countless insects and snakes were writhing within him, transforming his body.

He uttered a suppressed growl, "Remember, the great Mother Goddess can foresee all in the future, all the pain, sorrow, and death are woven destiny from Her eight arms!"

Seron cried out in agony, raising his arms high, looking up at the scarlet blood moon in the sky, behind him, a dozen Elf Elders whispered their chants, blending with the hissing of spider monsters, forming a bizarre concerto.

Scarlet light poured down on the land, the cruel laughter of a woman echoing in everyone's ears, an indescribable force influencing this world.

"Stop them at all costs!" Seron roared.

The giant cocoons hanging from the Holy Tree burst one by one, oozing foul-smelling viscous liquid and birthing thousands upon thousands of Spider-Elves.

They were once the elites among Silver Moon Elves, offspring of various noble elders.

But now, their gazes were unfocused, pupils dim, like walking dead charging the Allied Soldiers, while by their side, Sword Spiders, Phase Spiders, Demon Hunting Spiders, and other monsters surged like a tide.

"For justice!"

With a loud roar, an enormous golden figure swept across the sky, flames descending like divine punishment, forming a sea of fire.

However, a dozen Spider Elf Sorcerers riding on gigantic spider monsters together raised their wands, shooting out balls of web, forming a massive net that covered the sky, surprisingly intercepting and temporarily binding the Gold Dragon within.

Lord Titus spewed out scorching dragonflame, attempting to burn away the webs, only to find a faint red glow flickering on their surface, amazingly able to resist the fiery burn.

Countless spider monsters climbed along the webs to the Gold Dragon's body, biting and gnawing madly, even inserting stingers into the gaps in the scales.

But the Ancient Gold Dragon's strength was overwhelmingly powerful; just the shockwaves from its struggle were enough to crush a large number of spider monsters, scattering countless broken limbs to the ground.

"Quick, go support Lord Titus!"

A dozen Heavenly Warriors flapped their wings, trying to advance and assist, but got intercepted by the Evil Dragon Legion in mid-air, falling into a grim struggle.

On the distant ground, Melisandre drew her longbow, aiming at the sky, and again, a whirlwind coiled around her arrow, continuously gathering strength, ready to be released.

"Whoosh—"

Along with the piercing whistling slicing through the air, the arrow shot through the sky, the accompanying magic forming a wind blade over a dozen meters long.

The wind blade slashed above Titus, instantly killing hundreds of spider monsters, also cutting through the coiled spiderwebs, creating a huge opening and granting the Ancient Gold Dragon a chance to break free.

"Cunning villain!"

Titus roared, his robust back muscles bulging, he suddenly spread his wings, directly tearing apart the entangled web wrapped around him, taking off, rising hundreds of meters into the sky.

An enchanted golden scepter appeared in the claws of the Ancient Gold Dragon, which he pointed towards the ground, unleashing a thick, unparalleled beam of light, causing a massive explosion that engulfed thousands of spider monsters.

Seizing this horrific explosion, Rhea led the Silver Moon Followers deep into the enemy's core, like a sharp dagger tearing through their defenses, consecutively killing hundreds of Spider-Elves.

Dwarf Cavalrymen, Human Rangers, Heavenly Legion followed behind the Silver Moon Elves, charging directly into the formation, pouring into the area near the Holy Tree.

Catherine's eyes gleamed brightly, speaking coldly, "Citizens, allies, victory is at hand, the Elf Holy Tree is right before us!"

"Full attack! Tear apart their lies and malice, let the silver moonlight return to the earth!"

The scepter in the Elf Queen's hand emitted a silver glow, instantly enveloping hundreds of meters of space, under this holy power, countless spider monsters wailed in panic.

In the distance, the Spider-Elf Spellcasters raised their wands again, acid, poison mist, and blood light all attacking the Silver Moon Elves, each spell easily capable of snuffing out a mortal's life.

Yet Rhea gripped her sword with both hands, the sacred aurora shielding ahead.

Behind her, Melisandre again fired several arrows in succession, causing the heads of the few Spider-Elf Spellcasters to instantly explode.

The Ancient Gold Dragon cleared the path with dragonflame, Human Rangers killed spellcasters with arrows, and the Half-Elf Paladins cut down all obstacles with Silver Swords in front of them.

In the collaboration of these three Legendary figures, within a short time, the path to the Holy Tree was cleared, leaving behind only blood, corpses, and wreckage.

"Attack!"

"Victory is right before us, once we eradicate the root of this disaster, Serinia can once again return to its former peace!"

Rhea looked at the wide road covered by the Holy Tree leaves, gazing at the twisted branches on both sides of the path, her expression extraordinarily complex.

Once, this path was called the "Holy Road," the "Glorious Silver Moon Road," a must-pass for every Serinian Elf to be baptized and receive divine grace.

And as a half-elf with human blood, she was never qualified to tread this path, labeled as a "mongrel" and a "stain on the bloodline" by the Elders.