Ashen Dragon-Chapter 569 - 30 s of burning

It was said that when an especially envious spirit was dragged into the Abyss, it transformed, split, and recombined with other spirits until what emerged was a body filled only with jealousy and malice, devoid of any substance—this was a Shadow Fiend.

The Shadow Fiends traveled and flew through the shadows, easily dodging the relentless barrages of artillery fire, stepping into the perilous minefield.

They flew close to the ground like ghosts, unable to trigger those mines, and within a few breaths, the Shadow Fiends had reached the front of the Imperial’s Wall.

“Auuu—”

“Hehehe, you cannot stop the Abyss…”

Messy shadows moved on the ground, and the low, hoarse laughter of the Shadow Fiends echoed in front of the fortress, sending chills down the spine.

In reality, they were looking for hosts to possess.

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Tales of demonic possession were common, often used by ignorant people to explain bizarre or violent behavior. Although in most cases, it merely manifested as madness or mental derangement, that was typically the work of the Shadow Fiends.

When war came, the Shadow Fiends would possess the soldiers and generals of the enemy, casting them into doubt and suspicion of their own comrades.

Inside the fortress, Adrowell recognized the origins of these shadows instantly and said urgently, “Those are Shadow Fiends!

We need to locate them quickly! Otherwise, the consequences are unimaginable!”

However, at the moment he spoke, a few soldiers inside the Imperial’s Wall already wore barely perceptible sinister smiles, with a thin mist of darkness around them.

Dolores looked bewildered but remained calm, “Shadow Fiends?”

Adrowell shut his eyes tight, casting several Scrying Spells in succession. When he opened them again, his silver pupils flickered with starlight.

He explained solemnly,

“These demons are a hybrid of Abyssal and Shadow strength, capable of moving through shadows and possessing mortals, very difficult to deal with unless there is…”

“Swish—”

Suddenly, a blinding light brightened, and a new sun appeared in the sky, covering hundreds of meters in a divine-like Radiance.

“No—”

“Aaaahhh—”

“Damn mortals, how could you possibly… have such strength!”

The possessed soldiers writhed and twisted on the ground, their bodies emitting bursts of black smoke, while distorted shadows screamed pitifully.

At last, with beams of twisting light turning into fine dust, the light completely purified the Shadow Fiends, leaving only the bewildered possessed soldiers.

“A Light Priest of Legendary Level.”

Adrowell murmured to himself as he then continued the rest of what he had started to say.

“Marshal Dolores… I have come to assist by His Majesty’s command.”

A woman holding a scepter, dressed in a white gold-trimmed robe, stepped out of the light and nodded slightly toward Dolores as a sign of respect.

She was the former Honorary Bishop of the Amanata Church and now the Empire’s Court Priest—Lady Ingrid.

“Thank you for your assistance, Lady Ingrid.”

Dolores greeted her, his face breaking into an ugly smile, his fangs even showing.

“You are too kind, but this is all for the Empire, and besides, driving away demons is part of my duty.”

Lady Ingrid nodded again, her polite smile twinkling in her beautiful eyes.

Dolores placed a hand on his chest and responded, “Of course, all for the Empire.”

Adrowell’s eyes widened in shock, finding it unbelievable—the Ashen Empire had recruited a Light Priest of Legendary Level!

Such beings were usually purely good and lawful. They would never agree with an empire that harbored ambitions of aggression and expansion.

Ingrid also noticed Adrowell next to her and said, “You must be ‘Guardian Scales,’ the knight who battles demons year-round.”

Adrowell responded with pleasure, “You flatter me, my lady.”

Then, Ingrid turned around, her eyes slowly closing as she levitated mid-air, the scepter held horizontally in front of her.

When Ingrid opened her eyes again, her pupils flickered with golden-red flames.

Looking at the distant surge of magic tides and the dense artillery fire, Ingrid was overwhelmed with emotion and couldn’t help but whisper softly.

“Empire…”

Years ago, in that battle, she had been coerced by the Emperor and, under threat to her life, had been forced to sign a contract to serve the Empire for thirty years.

Over these years, Ingrid had witnessed the Empire’s growth and development, seen the new lives the Emperor brought to his people, and also seen the dark, bloody sides.

Later, she noticed the brutal war in the South and endlessly lamented for the lives of the Fadlan people lost in the conflict.

Now, she was somewhat confused.

What indeed was the right choice?

Those three claiming to be descendants of the divine line of emperors had incited war for their personal desires, causing countless people to lose their homes and lives.

On the other hand, the “Evil Dragon Emperor” had provided the Anzeta People with a life free of want, bringing them a new order.

Perhaps… letting the Empire rule Fadlan was the right choice?

No matter which choice was correct, eradicating demons and repelling the invasion from the Abyss was always uncontestable.

Instead of pondering what the right path was, it was better to address the inevitable wrongs.

“Sigh…”

Finally, Ingrid sighed and chose to dismiss these distracting thoughts, focusing solely on dealing with the impending demon threat.

The priest raised her hand, her scepter rising high into the air, unleashing endless radiance, like a sun rising in the darkness.

“Boom—”

Radiant energy gradually gathered, forming a golden wall that slowly rose from the ground, exposing all demons hidden in the darkness.

Even the Shadow Fiends that flitted through the shadows, trying to cross the wall, burst into flames, emitting agonizing screams and malicious curses.

[Wall of Light]

“For the Empire, or perhaps… for the world.”

Ingrid floated high above, watching the burning demons indifferently, and spoke in a low voice.