That time I got reincarnated as a female true dragon

Chapter 23: The Arrival of Allies and the True Face of Feldway

The sky above the battlefield had darkened, filled with the ominous presence of thousands of lesser angels summoned by Michael's Armageddon skill. The chaotic clash of energies could be felt throughout the entire area as the True Dragons, Demon Lords, and their allies struggled to fend off the relentless assault. It was clear that the battle had reached a turning point, and their foes were growing bolder.

Velriza, with her newfound power alongside Velgrynd and Veldora, fought fiercely, yet even their combined might was being tested. The angels were numerous, overwhelming even their dragonic strength. Michael's cold, calculating eyes surveyed the battlefield, a faint smirk forming on his lips as he watched the chaos unfold.

"This is futile," Michael said, his voice carrying through the wind. "You cannot stand against the will of a god. Veldanava's vision will come to pass, and none of you can stop it."

Rimuru, standing near Guy Crimson, clenched his fists, his golden eyes blazing with determination. "We won't let you control the world under that twisted vision, Michael. Even if it means going against everything, I'll protect my people!"

Guy grinned, despite the overwhelming odds, his blood-red aura pulsating with energy. "You may have the numbers, Michael, but don't forget who you're dealing with. Demon Lords like me live for battles like this."

The battle raged on, with each side giving their all. However, as the angels pressed forward, it became clear that Michael's forces were too numerous. Despite their immense power, even the True Dragons and Demon Lords were struggling to hold their ground.

Velriza unleashed a massive burst of energy, incinerating a wave of lesser angels, but even she could feel the strain of the battle wearing on her. "There's too many of them..."

Velgrynd's icy blue eyes narrowed, sweat forming on her brow. "We need reinforcements or a miracle, or we'll be overwhelmed."

Just as the situation seemed dire, a sudden shift in the atmosphere caught everyone's attention. A powerful surge of energy tore through the battlefield, cutting down scores of angels in an instant.

A figure landed gracefully beside Rimuru, her presence radiating strength and calm. Chronoa, also known as Chloe Aubert, stood with her sword drawn, her eyes sharp and focused. "It seems I arrived just in time."

Rimuru's eyes widened in surprise, but relief quickly followed. "Chloe! You made it!"

Chronoa smiled slightly, her eyes scanning the battlefield. "I couldn't ignore a fight of this magnitude. Especially when Michael is involved."

Behind her, more figures emerged from the sky and joined the battle. Diablo, Rimuru's ever-loyal servant, appeared in a flash of black and crimson light, his grin wicked as ever. "My lord, I'm here to assist in any way you see fit."

Not far behind Diablo, the three Primordial Demons—Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera—descended onto the battlefield, each radiating a fearsome aura. Testarossa's elegant white hair swayed in the wind as she surveyed the battle with cold precision.

"Fighting an army of angels... how quaint," Testarossa remarked with a smirk. "This should be fun."

Ultima cracked her knuckles, her violet eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's tear them apart! I've been waiting for a challenge!"

Carrera, her long blonde hair flowing behind her, simply laughed. "Looks like we get to play, huh? Let's see what these angels are made of."

With their arrival, the tide of the battle began to shift. Chronoa, Diablo, and the Primordial Demons fought with incredible efficiency, cutting down the waves of angels and thinning Michael's forces.