106: Chapter 106 Eight Hundred Thousand Demigods

Among the more than five million holy believers previously sent by General Wei Zheng, the Dragon race alone accounted for more than a third.

These huge, twin-winged behemoths looked more like fierce giant lizards from Western mythology, with thick hind limbs, sharp claws on their forelimbs, and bodies covered in heavy scales shimmering with a metallic luster.

Though not as rare and noble as pure Eastern Dragons capable of summoning wind and rain, the Dragon race was naturally lustful, boasted an extremely high offspring survival rate, and possessed inherently formidable Physiques, long since becoming one of the most favored troop types among the deities of the Dragon Kingdom.

As for the true Eastern Dragons, they were born with five-star talent and were tightly controlled by those high-and-mighty Heavenly Gods, naturally not falling into the hands of Fang Chuan, a newly risen major general.

However, for Fang Chuan, the breed did not matter at all; as long as the quantity was large enough, under the synthesis system of Hextech, they could likewise transform into earth-shattering killing machines!

The closer they got to the Seventh Canyon, the thicker the smell of blood in the air became, and even the blowing wind was mixed with a sickening stench of rotting flesh.

This was the frontline where the Zhenxi Army resisted the Void Royal Family and the Darkborn Race; if a major mishap occurred in this area, the consequences would be unimaginable.

And the development of the situation was even much more severe than Fang Chuan had anticipated.

Along the way alone, they encountered hundreds and thousands of alien ambush battles and skirmishes!

Many supply stations and resource outposts that originally belonged to the Dragon Kingdom had now become spawning grounds for the Void Zerg.

"Brother Chuan, something is wrong!" Squatting on the dragon scales beside Fang Chuan and looking at the densely packed alien corpses on the wasteland below, Zhang Chao swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "It's at least seven or eight days away from the Seventh Canyon, almost reaching our hinterland, so how did even this place completely become the territory of these monsters?"

Fang Chuan's deep eyes narrowed slightly. "The defense line of the Seventh Canyon has probably fallen, or rather, it is on the verge of collapse."

Time was pressing, and the battle situation definitely waited for no one.

Without the slightest reservation, Fang Chuan instantly sank his consciousness into his Divine Kingdom and summoned all eight thousand five-star Dragons under his command!

In an instant, the firmament was completely obscured.

Dragons with body lengths exceeding one thousand meters, surrounded by five-star holy radiance, let out earth-shaking dragon roars.

The long journey that originally required more than ten days of ordinary marching was crossed across the vast wasteland in just three hours under the full-strength wing-flapping of this terrifyingly fast group of five-star Dragons.

The Void Zerg and Darkborn Race demigods who attempted to block them along the way were burned into ashes all over the sky by the overwhelming starlight dragon breath before they could even see the shadow of the Dragons.

Pulling back the view, above the Seventh Canyon, thick black smoke hung upside down like a curtain.

When the eight thousand Dragons tore through the clouds and descended upon the sky above the Seventh Canyon like divine punishment, Fang Chuan truly witnessed what purgatory-like tragedy was like.

More than half of the area of the grand rift valley, which was more than thirty thousand kilometers long, had now been reduced to scorched earth, completely falling under the control of the Void Royal Family and the Darkborn Race.

Among the alien army below, which was like a black tsunami, more than 800,000 powerhouses of the demigod tier had gathered!

Moreover, the vast majority of their auras were above the Middle Stage demigod level, and they led countless berserk dependents beneath them, frantically biting at the Dragon Kingdom's final defense line like an ant colony.

High in the sky, eighteen thrones piled from purplish-black Void crystals floated in the firmament, resembling eighteen black suns radiating misfortune, emitting a sickening and terrifying coercion.

Seated upon the thrones were eighteen noble alien crown princes and princes, each embracing scantily clad female slaves of various races, looking down from on high at the struggling Dragon Kingdom soldiers below as if enjoying a tragic gladiatorial performance.

Deep within the rift valley, although the defense base of the Seventh Canyon was still stubbornly resisting and its towering energy-gathering defense towers were still spewing artillery fire, under the ceaseless bombardment of 800,000 demigods, the energy shield of the city-protecting grand formation had dimmed like a fading candle in the wind, its surface covered in spiderweb-like cracks that could completely shatter at any moment.

Standing atop the highest dragon head, Fang Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the crumbling base city walls.

Suddenly, at a corner of the city wall, a familiar ice-blue radiance flickered with difficulty amidst the pitch-black insect horde, catching Fang Chuan's attention.

"That is... Qin Yao?" Fang Chuan was slightly surprised.

Qin Yao's originally pristine battle armor was now stained red with blood. Her complexion was as pale as paper, and she bit the tip of her tongue, barely urging the sky-full of Elemental Spirits to desperately resist wave after wave of diving Darkin wyverns.

She was precisely the proud daughter of heaven from Jiangcheng No. 2 High School who had awakened an SSS-rank elemental talent.

Fang Chuan remembered her, but how long had it been, and this girl had actually broken through to a Tier 2 demigod?

Moreover, given her strength and the military's protection mechanism for geniuses, how could she be sent as an ordinary soldier to this kind of certain-death meat grinder battlefield?

However, now was clearly not the time to reminisce and investigate the reasons.

Fang Chuan's high-profile appearance with as many as eight thousand five-star Dragons and their connected holy coercion instantly attracted the gaze of the entire battlefield.

On the broken battlements of the Seventh Canyon, countless Dragon Kingdom defenders whose eyes were bloodshot and who had fallen into despair blankly and with difficulty raised their heads.

Panting heavily, Qin Yao wiped the blood from the corner of her eyes with the back of her mud-stained hand, staring blankly at the sky. "That is... a Dragon?"

The next second, deafening cheers erupted on the broken city wall.

"Dragons! They are Holy Dragons! It's a five-star Holy Dragon legion!"

"It's our reinforcements! The reinforcements are here!"

Looking at the sky-blocking Dragons with brilliant starlight flowing over their scales, and feeling those pure and berserk holy auras, the Dragon Kingdom defenders on the verge of collapse instantly burst forth with a strong desire for survival in their eyes.

On the eighteen thrones high in the sky, the originally relaxed and bantering atmosphere turned eerie and solemn at this moment.

Draped in a dark purple magnificent robe, Third Prince Moye, the Third Prince of the Void Zerg, slowly straightened his body. His pair of red pupils filled with tyranny and coldness locked tightly onto Fang Chuan standing on the dragon head, and dangerous electric arcs flickered on his dark golden single horn.

"You are that so-called Dragon Knight? Guimu died at your hands?" Third Prince Moye's voice was hoarse and cold, as if it could freeze a person's Soul. Even separated by dozens of miles, that mental fluctuation carrying strong killing intent still ignored the noise on the battlefield and clearly exploded in Fang Chuan's ears.

Before Fang Chuan could answer, on a huge dark red throne beside him, Goya, the Eighth Prince of the Darkborn Race, let out a harsh and disdainful snicker.