In the assembly, at the top of the ivory and crystal tower, Navarre was the centre of attention.

Angel Metatron: "Come closer, Navarre. "

The Knight Navarre was in human form and limped with the help of a cane.

Crippled by a gift I had left him. Shards of anti-magic crystal had become deeply embedded in his flesh and prevented any regeneration and restoration. His career was almost limited. He was broken and had vowed to take revenge and settle the score with me.

He knelt before the angel who placed his hand on the top of his head and a light enveloped the knight.

Small crystals fell and Navarre began to cry with happiness. He had been healed by the angel. A divine intervention! The ultimate care, equal to a resurrection.

Then he turned into a black wolf and bright blue lines ran through his body and his eyes turned blue.

His hair became white and he acquired the true powers of a Fenrir. He had the power of a dragon, his breath and his powers.

Then, Metatron gave his sword to Navarre and baptized him Mythological Hero,

"Your name from now on shall be Heavenly Fenrir!

You will breathe cold and cleansing light."

Then he blessed Navarre and was given protection against advanced evil.

He lay down like a disciplined dog at the feet of the angel who caressed him in return.

The sword entered the wolf like a wound but without bleeding, a light radiating from its contours.

Then he pointed to Erza: "You will be the assistant of Heavenly Fenrir'"

She knelt down and also received the blessing of the angel. She also received a heavenly spear.

"This spear will never be lost." And it went into Erza's chest without hurting her.

A magician and a cleric followed and were also blessed.

The wizard was one of the unicorns and possessed the monstrous tome of life.

Meanwhile, an army of lizard men, having pledged allegiance to the forces of hell for eons, still loyal to Tiamat, whom they worshipped from generation to generation, marched to help the 60th legion in the east.

The confrontation between the infernal troops and the troops of Magestia was inevitable.

The 10 legions combined were not expecting reinforcements from lizard men, drake men, crocodile men, and a whole saurian and quasi-jurassic people.

As soon as they arrived, they were greeted as heroes, but they were not accustomed to having human allies. But when they saw human pilots on helldrakes, magical meches, an affinity was created.

Joy was also written on the faces of the lizard men.

Some lizard men rode wyverns and others drakes, dragons not very smart but trained and free, never captive. In general a psychic bond, or even more in some cases of mixed families, linked the most intelligent with the less intelligent.

The infernal Mages and Liches magically increased their mass strength and resistance to new bullets and ammunition.

Indeed, iron and steel ammunition, cannonballs, rockets and shot pierced magical shields and scales like nothing else.

But with chaotic magic, regeneration spells were applied to them.

Some of them grew disproportionately to become great drakes, great alligator men.

But already, the drums of war began to sound.

Hirrax was in charge of the counteroffensive, and I, with my wings and several hundred drakes, set off to face the planes of the Japanese empire in aerial combat.

They had come in large numbers, well equipped with a support group, landing barges, barge carrier ships. In the barges, often tanks and armoured personnel carriers and anti-aircraft systems.

Other barges, carried infantry.

Bombers were in formation and at stratospheric altitude with B52 fortress style aircraft.

They outnumbered us six to one.

I took the lead and before the Japanese troops deployed:

"HELLISH DARKNESS"

A black veil of darkness covered the entire region and only our forces were able to see through it.

Enemy pilots were disoriented and...

The carnage began!

The drakes raced hand-to-hand with the enemy planes, snatching the unfortunate pilots from their cockpits. They were eaten alive. Others, more fortunate, were cooked or instantly torn to pieces.

In the first second, one-third of the enemy's forces were blown to pieces.

By the time they recovered and dispersed, the drakes were jumping from one plane to another, tearing them to pieces.

Shots hit them and some were shot down but this time I did not attack but I recovered the shot down drakes and healed them by injecting mana.

Every life was precious.

After five minutes, half of the enemy was routed and they retreated.

Unfortunately, there were no prisoners.

Then the drakes attacked the barge gates and the barges.

The retreat was sounded.

But I ordered as many ships as possible to be sunk.

Some disappeared magically, but the rest was a massacre.

To the east, General Thullius...

The vast numbers of troops from the Magestia Empire were advancing and marching on our positions.

The army had not yet had time to modernize, but Japanese instructors and officers were giving them the positions of the enemy troops, and they had exchanged their spears for rifles, and their armor had been magically reinforced against machine-guns and stray bullets.

It was a mixture of medieval army, Napoleonic grunts and 1914 artillery.

But magic was also a game changer. Military force was no less effective.

They had griffins, wyverns and also trained pterodactiles.

They were expecting air support, but Hirrax's troops were in sight.

They had not yet been informed of the defeat of their Japanese allies.