187.Chapter 187 – Red Dragon Great Charge

Chapter 187 – Red Dragon Charge

Under the dark red sky, there would never be dawn on the battlefield of Avernus, flames and smoke filled the air, while the ground was filled with broken bodies torn apart by swords and battle axes.

The roar of battle and the screams of death were intertwined, forming a hellish picture of devils and demons reveling together, towering flames erupted from the cracks of hell, demon lords clad in heavy armor raged on the battlefield, with every fall of their battle axes, a living being would die a horrific death, and there was no distinguishing between enemy and self when the battle was in full swing.

Although the real victory of the bloody battle is always far away, the demons’ desire for blood and destruction still drives them to continue to fight in this endless bloody battle, until death drags their broken souls back to the depths of the bottomless abyss again.

From the air, the battlefield that had already invaded the hinterland of Avernus was like a huge meat grinder, with fire demons and hellhounds roaring on the ground, while flying devils drew arc after arc in the sky, dropping alchemy bombs and flames, and the demons wielded their huge weapons, charging again and again at the defense line that the devils had been broken and reorganized time and time again.

In the even more distant depths of Avernus, countless armies of demons assembled from sentry posts ten miles at a time, and then like marching ants, they converged from squads into squadrons, squadrons into brigades, and brigades into an army of 1,000 men, and then quickly rushed to the defense positions assigned to them by their superiors under the leadership of the demon generals, swiftly assessing the surrounding terrain and then digging traps on the spot to construct a new line of defense.

“Colin! Figure out where the hell this demon came from yet?”

On a dark red plateau, Dagoth, one of the Eight Dark Demon Generals of ‘Arrogance and Disdain’, had already urged this crucial battlefield intelligence for I don’t know how many times.

And this time, Colin, who was forever between silence and insanity, finally had an impatient echo:
“The devils scattered out on the front line have made a discovery, a large crater has appeared on the surface of the ground around thirteen thousand kilometers outside the Bronze Fortress defense line.”

“A tunnel dug by demons?” Dagoth seemed a little incredulous as to when these demons had started to grow a brain.

But the tributaries of the underground River Styx shifted nearly every moment, a near impossible task for even well-ordered demons.

Could it be that there were some more difficult guys coming from the Abyss side, such as from under the banner of the most devilishly demonic of all the demonic archons, the Lord Grazite of Udon.

“I don’t know, but according to my intuition, it’s more like they were squeezed from there, and as you know, ever since that lady opened up the second battlefield last year, that gang of demons started to come like maggots smelling shit in a frenzy, and being blocked by the bronze fortresses, and the path ‘up to the sky’ being too narrow, it’s like an anal fistula, blah, blah. It got squeezed out from underneath.”

“Damn you Colin, you’re as appetizing to the devil as ever!”

The response from across the room was a loud, half gloating, half maniacal laugh.

Dagoth was silent for half a second before speaking, “I need troop support! Just to have a chance to smash that tunnel.”

“Oh, old chap, this is your defense zone, you’ll have to talk to Bail about this kind of thing.”

“Ka-ma-thakas!” Dagoth cut off the magical communication in obscurity.

As an Eight Demon General, he of course knew that Bato Hell’s military strength was always in a tense state, as long as it wasn’t something like a large opening in the Bronze Fortress or a strategic place like the Tormented Land or Maggot’s Den being threatened with destruction, Bato Hell’s various defense zones wouldn’t easily see major changes.

Because no one knows if this is a ‘genius idea’ from a demon lord, and if such a large troop transfer will lead to a more severe battle situation.

Anyway, although the status quo had already passed a long time ago, before Bail came to power, under the leadership of the radical Archduke Zariel, and even further back in Tiamat’s reign as Archduke, it was the norm for Avernus to be beaten into a sieve, and to be perpetually stretched between a deep defense and a major counterattack.

Today’s wars, where bronze fortresses are the main line of defense, are instead among the rare periods of ‘great peace’ in the Blood War.

Therefore even if the Evil Scale Fortress was attacked, that was a situation that Tiamat and his bannermen should deal with.

However, the only one who knew this was himself as one of the Eight Demon Generals, since eternity ago to the present day, the Dark Eight Demon Generals were not so-called immortal, quite the contrary, the deaths of their members were fairly regular, either dying on the battlefield or as a result of internal strife, and then the successors of the dead generals would be selected through a quick selection process, with the other members tacitly covering up the truth, with each of the new Deep Hell Purgatory Demons adopting the name of the dead one , and remodeled their appearance as needed to succeed their predecessor.

In fact, apart from the ‘hypocritical and reticent’ Balzephon, who was the only founding member of the Dark Eight Demon Generals to have survived, the demons under the name of ‘Dagoth of Arrogance and Contempt’ like it, the ‘kernels ‘ had been changed for an unknown number of times.

‘Should I risk it or not?’ Dagoth was almost certain that whether the demons were intentional or unintentional, they would attach extreme importance to this ‘tunnel’ that led straight to the hinterland of Avernus, and there would inevitably be more than one Demon Lord who would guard it at all costs.

Dagoth stood like a statue on this high ground for twenty-three days for this decision of life and honor.

Just as the battle line was pushed to less than five miles by the demon army like a bloody millstone, and the crisscrossed battlefield stretched out to an invisible limit, a piercing low roar broke the scorching sound on the battlefield, and a ‘chariot’ approaching the bloody battlefield at a high speed became the new focus on the battlefield.

“Soul Train?” Dagoth looked somewhat incredulously at this train that was resolutely heading towards the battlefield, wondering where on earth the demons on duty driving the train got the guts to do so.

But it was also understandable, because many times, once one has already ‘seen’ a bloody battle with their own eyes, they might not know when they have already rushed into the battlefield, and turning around is not necessarily out of the way.

If placed in a material realm such as Ellaria for example, the appearance of the Soul Train would definitely be disturbing and frightening.

It was made up of dark underworld iron and twisted steel, the body was carved with bizarre runes and demonic statues, the head of the train was in the shape of a hideous devil’s head, the windows of the train were thick iron bars, and the carriages were wrapped with chains and spikes around the circumference of the carriages, making the entire train look like a monster in captivity.

In fact, the Soul Train has been used as a chariot on the battlefield since the beginning of the Inferno’s forging.

It had been a perfect symbol of Hell, carrying endless fear and pain through the bloody battlefield, delivering reinforcements and supplies to the tragic front line at the first opportunity.

However, due to the almost paranoid pursuit of its designers, the amount of souls consumed at full speed was too horrific, reaching a point where the number of newly-born demons began to diminish year by year, so much so that it had to be placed in the position of a wagon under a certain Grand Duke Avernus’s pilgrimage, and every time a soul shell was thrown in for a while, it would be able to pull an army of supplies, and in this way, it would be in line with Hell’s best use of its resources. In keeping with Hell’s style of squeezing the best out of everything.

But soon, not only the demon general Dagoth, but also the demons on the edge of the battlefield began to notice the unusual nature of this train of souls.

It got rid of all the cargo boxes, leaving only the front end of a crude chariot running on the old and dilapidated railroad tracks, and on the soul furnace, there were at least eight dragons of various colors lying on their backs, the other dragons’ eyes were full of fear, but only one red dragon stood against the wind, with scarlet wings spread out, and one leg on the front end of the chariot, [arrogantly] looking down at the bloody battlefield in front of them.

It was just that this almost overbearing [arrogance] often didn’t last long before ‘YUE’ vomited madly.

And what it vomits out is not food, but the shell of soul that he swallowed beforehand.

And so with every time the red dragon vomited and the shells of souls were poured into the soul furnace, the train’s machinery began to roar, spewing black smoke and flames from the gaps in the bodywork, and the demonic statues on the train seemed to be flickering with scarlet gazes.

Its wheels, which had long since ceased to be round and regular, wore uncontrollably on the tracks, emitting a chilling screeching sound.

So when David’s open wings simultaneously spewed out four flames like rocket engines, the train finally exceeded the speed at which it had been designed and came to the theoretical speed of a near vacuum tube maglev train – 1,224 kilometers per hour.

Cone-shaped clouds of sonic booms began to appear at the front of the hideous devil.

And then the chariot of souls, which was already vaguely red in color, derailed without incident.

Straight and wild, it rushed into the tide of demons that were being bombarded by the fire meteors.

At that moment, the sudden bursting of the blood curtain and the clash of steel that followed shook the entire battlefield of the blood war.

The demons that were unable to avoid or were excited to try to stop them at first were scattered like fallen leaves before an autumn wind under the impact of the steel.

But in David’s eyes, but some similar to the amusement park from the water slide swooped down the floating boat, only splashed the sky rain, is the fishy smell of flesh and blood. [Pride

Almost instantly, the entire Soul Train, including all the ‘passengers’ on board, were covered in a blood-colored robe.

And no matter what color the giant dragons were earlier, they all turned into a flood of ‘red dragons’.

“Woah woah woah. Cough cough cough!” Only Lizlette, who was also a true red dragon, felt an unprecedented excitement and ‘freedom’, only to open her mouth and be filled with that foul-smelling curtain of blood.

Just suddenly rushing into the tide of demons, the soul train that had been going supersonic was like rushing into a muddy swamp, and its speed began to plummet, from the original 1,224 kilometers to 700 kilometers, 400, 200, and 90!

To the limit!

The demons who had regained their senses began to come towards the train of their own accord, including some large demons with a size comparable to that of Ultraman monsters, such as the Balrog Inferno and even the Demon Lords.

It seems to be interested in these dragons that dare to drive into the battlefield of bloodshed, capturing them and transforming them into Abyssal Demon Dragons is a good choice.

“Hold on tight! The rest of the trip is going to be so bumpy.” David’s low growl warned.

“Huh?” The gargoyles, including the dragon father, Attilicia, and the two familiars were confused.

Wasn’t this bumpy enough?
And yet, they still tugged on the carriage tightly according to their survival instincts.

David, whose eyes were full of excitement and madness, wrapped one of his tails around the lever of the Soul Train and violently pulled it ninety degrees, and the entire body drifted in place on the battlefield littered with corpses and pools of blood, bypassing the tide of demons that swarmed ahead, and then staged a ‘Vampire Survivor’ on the battlefield of the bloody battle of this Avernus.

In short, he rushed towards wherever the demons were sparse, and tried to stay as far away as possible from those high-level demons and demon lords.

The general direction is towards the devil defense line.

“Battle!!!” David, who was lying on the Soul Furnace, couldn’t stop scraping his two claws on the battlefield of Avernus with ear-piercing sparks.

The lower realm weapons scattered around them, either fine or rough, began to melt together mixed with the sticky blood, and finally coalesced and took shape in Davy’s claws, as two four-meter-long Stygian Iron Greatswords took shape and steeply stood up in human form.

Driving a chariot that has been covered with a layer of blood scabs, with the help of that huge inertial potential energy, like Lu Bu who rode a red rabbit horse and drove a peerless sword in the ‘Three Kingdoms Without Pairs’, a sword swept over, just like a field of leeks after a scythe in the field, invincible all the way.

The [arrogant] demeanor that regarded the bloody battle as nothing, instantly attracted the gaze of Dagoth with the name of ‘Arrogance and Contempt’:

“Which Demon General’s fierce warrior is this, how can he be so brave?”

So much so that the rest of the dragons, who were also fighting to the death, looked dwarfed.

Seeing a berserk war demon running towards the train, the white dragon Murphylle was about to be scared to death for the second time, a mouthful of icy dragon’s breath spewed out, and on the spot, it was just like launching in advance and smeared all over his head and face.

“Don’t spit at the front if the dragon’s breath isn’t powerful, stupid!” Alphonse, who was also affected, cursed angrily, and then joined his black dragon sister Viora in spewing acidic spit uncontrollably towards the sides.

Dragon sister Tania, on the other hand, was under the cover of her father, Atilicia, conserving her magic power to utilize just the right spells to take care of some of the demons that David couldn’t take care of.

At this time, Yolanda, Zorciat and Loxinde, who could only engage in melee combat, became embarrassed, and could only deal with some vulture-headed Flo demons that were already lying on the train and even swooping towards them.

But very quickly, Demon General Dagoth realized that something was wrong, according to the other party’s line of travel, it was not coming to participate in the battle at all, but rather borrowing the Blood Battle Battlefield and trying to rush into the temporary defense line constructed by his own troops, and immediately went out of his anger, and ordered in a low voice:
“Red Dragon Warrior who intruded into the Blood Battle Battlefield, in the name of Dagoth, the Sixth Legion Commander of Bato Hell, the Eight Demon Generals of Hell, I command you to commandeer your Soul Train, I order you to immediately drive away from my defense line, charge towards the northeast, detonate the Soul Train, and blast the tunnels where the Abyssal Demons are pouring out of. After this is accomplished, I will promote your soul as a Deep Demon of Refinement by the power of the Demon General.”

At these words, the battlefield instantly fell somewhat silent, and all the devils revealed gazes of incredulity, envy, and jealousy.

Deep Hell Refining Devil ah!
That was the final form that all devils could theoretically be promoted to!

And such a chance to reach heaven in one step was actually bumped into by a red dragon cub?
Only to accomplish that incredible task, it was equally as difficult as heaven.

However, David merely glanced at this so-called Eight Devil General with an idiot’s gaze, and continued to charge towards the devil’s defense line without any hesitation.

He said, “If I don’t go out, I’m going to die? Is it stupid to listen to you at this time?
The deep hell alchemy devil? Who the hell cares?

This kind of almost [arrogant] disregard, instantly Dagoth’s anger nearly boiled over:
“Rushing the defense line of the devil army is a capital crime.”

Seeing that the soul train was getting closer and closer, Dagoth ordered blatantly:
“Target, Soul Train, magic flurry!
“Fire!”

In an instant, all colors of hell’s characteristic destructive spells were directed towards the Soul Train that Davy and the others were in.

Right in the midst of the attention of devils and demons of all colors, the red dragon held its head high to meet the roiling spells and clenched its claws.

Accompanied by David’s action, all the spells that came from the sky dissipated in an invisible ripple, and the demons that came from the surrounding area were even thrown away in all directions like fireworks.

Nine-ring force field protection magic – [Binding Release].

Seeing that the demon general was about to wave his hand again, David gave him a deep look and pulled the lever to make a ninety-degree turn:
“Dagoth, right? Wait for me!”

[Rage]

Dagoth was watching with some amusement as the stupid red dragon obediently moved away from the defense.

But gradually, he couldn’t laugh anymore.

Because this dragon wasn’t heading towards the northeast.

Instead, it was speeding towards due east.

The end of the east.

It was the rushing River Styx.

(End of chapter)