The war was still ongoing, but the opponents on the battlefield had changed.
Vampires, Crusaders—these ambitious beings who once thought they could dominate the entire battlefield had vanished. The remnants of the Third Reich wailed in the flames, and the Knights' Order lamented in the rubble. They had to realize that, in fact, they had no significance whatsoever; the rulers of the battlefield had switched, and the confrontation between the Giant Dragon and the Undead Legion had already begun at this moment.
A black giant, formed by the aggregation of tens of thousands of Undead Creatures, reached out towards the Giant Dragon. Facing the onslaught of the black giant, the dragon flapped its wings and soared into the sky again, then opened its mouth and spewed out a breath of Dragon Breath. The Primordial Fire burned fiercely, devouring everything—those alive, those dead, and those half-dead—transforming them into the power of firewood.
