Chapter 1068 - Devastated
Greem casually walked down a metal bridge hanging between the steel fortresses.
A howling gust of wind blew across the bridge, causing his robes to ruffle and billow loudly. It revealed the dark-red fire dragon armor he wore underneath.
The bridge was five-meters-wide, firm, and secure enough for an army of magical machines to quickly march across.
There were one-meter-tall railings on the side of the bridges. Looking down from above at the edge of the bridge, you could see countless dots of uneven height below. There were strange buildings that were almost steampunk in fashion, packed together so tightly they were almost like a pack of marching ants.
The Capital of Eternity relied on its impenetrable steel fortresses and terrifying magic energy cannons to repel the hordes of dragon lords that came to conquer it. It had managed to establish itself as an unconquerable city of steel in Lance, where dragon lords ruled everywhere, and it did so through sheer power.
As long as you could demonstrate uncontested power in any plane, you would always have an endless horde of admirers and followers.
When the Capital of Eternity proved its power through blood and iron, the planar natives that had been deeply oppressed by the dragons couldn’t have been happier to change banners and join the Capital of Eternity. It allowed the influence and fame of the Capital to spread throughout Lance rapidly.
As a crimson shadow dome enveloped a one-kilometer radius around Greem, all the harpies and native warriors following behind them screamed in horror as they were quickly burned and turned to dust. Meanwhile, the bridge and steel buildings that were now cloaked beneath the crimson dome rapidly became red from the shocking heat of the invisible flames. The surface of the buildings and the bridge even started melting.
The appearance of the Burning Domain instantly dissuaded any of the native creatures from continuing their assault on Greem. Without tremendous magic resistance of at least Second Grade or above or any sort of defense against fire, any being that entered the Burning Domain would have to suffer 210 points of fire damage per second.
Don’t mention these naked, unarmored natives. Even among Second Grade adepts, armed with a complete set of resistance equipment, there weren’t very many individuals who could endure such continuous burning.
In the blink of an eye, the aggressive momentum of the soldiers was put to a halt.
One planar native after native screamed madly and charged into the crimson dome, only to be reduced to ashes. It didn’t matter whether it was just an ordinary soldier or famed warrior among the natives. Anyone that walked into the crimson dome would unavoidably burn to dust after a few steps.
After witnessing this scene repeat over and over again, the natives were finally wholly terrified.
They gathered near the crimson dome, watching on with looks of horror as the dome slowly approached them. They had already lost the courage to attack and were now gathering into a big ball of flesh before the barrier, desperately trying to retreat.
The occasional, unfortunate native would be knocked into the dome by the crowd. Countless flames would spew out of their bodies before they could turn and run, turning to ash in front of everyone’s eyes.
The natives were finally afraid!
They might be brave, but they weren’t foolish. They might not fear death, but that did not mean they were willing to die for no reason.
Thus, when one horrified planar native let out a scream and turned to run, all the other natives couldn’t help but scatter and flee as well.
It couldn’t be helped. The ‘demon’ the group faced was far too scary, and they were far too weak.
It wasn’t even a matter of hurting the ‘demon.’ They were so many, yet they didn’t even dare to face him!
Greem continued strolling down the metal bridge, unfazed. The crimson dome he had erected was like a shepherd dog, terrifying the natives and making them flee like cows and sheep.
At this moment, a group of natives that were halfway across the bridge was riddled with holes by a barrage of bullets and energy beams. The next second, squads of magical machines in tight formation stepped across the corpses and moaning injured with perfectly coordinated steps as they slowly pressed towards Greem.