Chapter 275 The Fall of the North

"Gods..."

Viscount Luton muttered once more, his face illuminated.

He saw beams of sunlight piercing through the gaps in the clouds. Initially, they were weak and gentle, but gradually they grew stronger and more brilliant until the golden light bathed the earth.

The clouds were also tinged with gold, then slowly dispersed with the wind.

On the ground, a priestess raised her scepter high.

[Holy Sun Burning Technique]

This divine magic, originally used by the Empire of Fadlan to demonstrate grand miracles during rituals, was now employed in the service of a Red Dragon.

As this magnificent scene unfolded, the mournful ballads echoing across the battlefield gradually ceased. The Northern Nobility, the Allied Soldiers, and even the people from Ashen Nest all raised their heads, eyes fixed on the sky.

"Roar——"

The long roar sounded again, and the nearly tangible Dragon's Might spread out.

In an instant, the wilderness fell silent.