Ember Dragon

"Evildoer!" Balaechel swung his sword, countless lightning flashes burst out, and the melodious hymn sounded again.

The majestic power of heaven shrank rapidly like the receding tide, and the destructive storm in the distance was gradually disappearing.
The collapsed heaven turned into dots of light, gradually gathering in the direction of Barachiel. Finally, a magnificently decorated silver and golden heavenly temple appeared behind him.

The starry night sky spanned thousands of meters, emitting the aura of order, competing with the majestic pressure of Cassius.

Balaechel waved the huge wings behind him and gathered the power of Mount Heaven. His dark purple eyes flickered with tiny rays of light, and his whole body emanated an aura that was almost condensed into a physical entity. Countless light wheels were slowly turning behind him.

Each of the halos behind Him contains the power of heaven that is enough to create miracles and emanate the laws of order.

This is not a sign of discouragement or giving up, but a sign of real attention and thorough seriousness.

Although the original vision of heaven was grand and majestic, it was more like a magnificent trial against the inferiors, creating a huge momentum that even surpassed its power.

During the battle, the Lord of Silver Heaven gradually realized that the Burning Emperor in front of him was not the sinner who could be easily judged by him in the past, but an opponent worthy of his full efforts.

Looking up at the red dragon with its wild and fierce smile, Barachiel knew that if he continued like this, he would most likely lose!

The pride and self-esteem of being the Lord of Silver Heaven would not allow him to lose to a creature from the material plane - even if it was an extremely powerful dragon.

"In the past thousand years, since the disaster when the abyss attacked heaven, you are the first enemy worthy of my full efforts, Cassius. You should feel extremely honored for this!"

Barachiel flapped his wings and roared like thunder. He raised the bright silver sword in his hand, and the mighty power of heaven surged in, transforming into a thousand-meter-long shining giant sword that spanned the sky.

【Heavenly Sword】

The giant sword carried a terrifying momentum, tearing through the space in an instant, and accompanied by a furious hurricane, it swung down fiercely in the direction of the red dragon.

"You are the ones who should feel honored! Your blood will be the key to a new era!"

Cassius roared, spread his wings fearlessly, and flapped them violently.

His huge body accelerated instantly, turning into a red afterimage trailing flames. He nimbly dodged the sword's cut in the sky, swooped down towards Balaechel and the others, and pounced.

Balaechel and the others knew that if they fought in close combat with this fifty-meter-long red dragon, they would definitely not gain much advantage.

His eyes flashed, and he slashed with the bright silver sword. The thousand-meter-long giant star sword split the clouds in the distance and attacked again along the red dragon's diving trajectory.

Walter also swung the Sword of the Sun God, and countless light blades flew into the air, attacking the direction of the red dragon.

The ancient golden dragon Titus waved his scepter with his giant claws, and a dazzling wall of rainbow light appeared in the sky, blocking the opponent's space to dodge.

"Roar--"

The red dragon roared and spewed out surging dragon flames. Under the exquisite manipulation of the Master of Elements, those flames condensed into more than a dozen identical dragon shadows in mid-air, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake for a moment.

And then, dark green anti-magic rays were released from the claws of the red dragons at the same time, easily penetrating the rainbow magic wall.

Balaechel's eyes flashed, and he instantly saw Cassius' true form. As the Lord of Silver Heaven, He was born with the spell-like ability of true vision.

He grasped the sword in both hands and swung it violently, slashing at the red dragon's real body, while the stars in the sword flew out one after another, shattering those incarnations of fire.

"Ow—"

With a slight whistle, Cassius flapped his wings, turned sideways with an extremely difficult move, and broke through the air with his chest almost touching the sword blade.

Walter looked horrified, muttering to himself: "How can he be so flexible!"

He had also fought with those powerful dragons, such as the ancient golden dragon and the ancient red dragon. The larger the dragon, the more clumsy its movements were. This was almost an immutable rule.

But the red dragon in front of him completely refreshed his cognition. Not only did this Burning Ashes Emperor have a body size far exceeding that of the ancient golden dragon, but his movements were also more flexible and agile than those slender sub-dragons!

"I will show you what the embodiment of power is!"

Cassius opened his mouth and roared, then pounced towards the enemy below. His sharp claws tore through the air, making a sharp explosion.

During this process, Cassius also blessed himself with spells such as Dragon Power, Iron Bones, and Bear Strength. Although the effects of these spells were minimal for him as he was now too huge, they could still improve the effects a little.

The overwhelming dragon power mixed with the breath of sulfur rushed towards him. Facing the ferocious red dragon, Walter felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. He quickly raised the sword and shield in his hands to prepare for the battle.

Titus also let out a long roar and raised the scepter in his claws, showing the ancient golden dragon's innate spellcasting ability.

Dazzling sword lights and magic shields flashing with various colors of light blocked the red dragon, but they were ruthlessly torn apart by the opponent's giant claws, and even bitten through, unable to delay the dragon even a little.

Each of Cassius's claws flashed with cold light, with the effects of a beheading sword and a spell-breaking blade, enough to destroy all spell effects in front of it.

"Evil dragon!"

Balaechel shouted, and a halo behind him suddenly unfolded, releasing a dazzling light. Hundred-meter-long glorious wings spread out behind him, enveloping everyone.

"Do you think this will stop me?!"

Cassius's sharp claws swung down without hesitation, countless feathers bloomed and fluttered down in the sky, and a large piece of the wings made of heavenly light was torn off.

"Shh-"

However, the next moment, the huge wings that were a hundred meters long suddenly spread out, stirring up a gust of wind with the power of order, which actually blew Cassius away. Dozens of golden feathers pierced his body, and hot dragon blood flowed out.

These feathers carrying the power of heaven were like sharp awls, piercing through the protective spells on the red dragon's body and even his scales.

Cassius wiped the blood from his chest, a hint of surprise appearing in his light golden eyes.

He was actually injured?
Balaechel raised his silver sword, and the several light wheels behind him spun rapidly, releasing dazzling starlight and emitting a righteous aura that covered the entire battlefield.

Angry rebukes echoed in the sky: "Who gave you the courage to be an enemy of heaven! An enemy of justice and order! And"

The light gradually condensed in mid-air and eventually formed a winged giant hundreds of meters tall.

The giant wore a crown of glory and held a star sword that spanned a thousand meters in his hand. Behind him were suspended layers of halos. He looked so imposing, like the incarnation of a true God.

At this moment, Barachiel has mobilized the maximum power of heaven that can be used in the material world. At this moment, He is the incarnation of Silver Heaven!

Barachiel's true form was on the chest of the Shining Giant. He looked at the red dragon indifferently and said word by word: "Be my enemy!" "Amaunator is above."

"Gods"

The people on the ground looked at the giant in the sky, knelt down again, and prayed continuously.

In their eyes, Barachiel at this moment was no different from a real god, and the overwhelming momentum was simply the incarnation of a true god.

Moreover, the crown of glory on its head also has a special function. It emits a brilliant light, and anyone with a weak mind will submit to Barachiel from the bottom of their hearts.

Cassius stared at Barachiel's sacred form, then looked down at the blood in his claws, and smiled excitedly: "Giant form? Do you think you are a giant of light? Ha, it's like no one can do it.

But this is the only way to make this battle more interesting!"

The red dragon roared and flapped its wings again, letting the raging dragon flames wrap around its body, then swooped down, and the wound on his chest had completely healed without him noticing.

Barachiel raised the Star Sword high and swung it down again. Several sacred beams of light descended from the sky one after another and attacked the red dragon.

【Holy Light Strike】

Cassius flew flexibly in the sky, constantly dodging and then seizing the opportunity to bite the giant's arm.

"Thorn-"

The flesh and blood composed of the power of heaven was torn into pieces by the red dragon. Its huge mouth full of sharp teeth was like a black hole, greedily swallowing the power of order into its belly, and huge scars appeared on the giant's arms.

"Damn evil dragon, how dare you blaspheme the Lord of Silver Heaven!"

Barachiel felt the loss of his original power, roared in anger, and attacked even more frantically. Huge blades of light, shining meteors, dense stars, and terrifying thunder filled the sky. All kinds of light intertwined, almost blinding the soldiers' eyes.

And his built-in group healing skills were also recovering his injuries at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, Cassius relied on his extremely fast speed and the ability of the Flame Dimension Gate to travel through space, constantly dodging and looking for opportunities to attack.

The red dragon is like a calm hunter. Once it finds the opponent's flaw, it will dive down at a very fast speed, bite, or swing. After the attack, it will quickly leave and never be greedy.

Walter and Titus also tried to launch a siege on the red dragon, but the opponent seemed to have foresight every time. Not only did they not fall into the trap, but they were also covered with wounds.

Barachiel could no longer bear it and swung out heavy magic chains to block the surrounding space.

Dimensional anchor!
"Lord Barachiel, be careful!" Walter shouted in horror, but it was too late.

Taking advantage of the gap when the opponent was casting a spell, Cassius had already come behind Barachiel. He pierced through the huge golden wings with one claw. The tip of his claw was attached with the flame of chaos that could annihilate everything, and he actually tore it apart!
A terrible scar appeared on the hundreds-meter-long wing, and dark red flames were still burning at the edge of the scar, which looked particularly terrifying.

"Unforgivable sin—"

Barachiel howled to the sky, filled with shock and anger. Even though his wings were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, if he continued to fight like this, his power in the material world would only become weaker and weaker!
The red dragon's arrogant voice still echoed in the sky: "Accept the reality, Holy Fadlan is dead, and the Burning Empire will become the founder of the new order!"

Walter looked at the giant dragon circling rapidly in the sky, feeling extremely anxious. Anger, fear and even despair filled his mind.

He knew that if Barach'el lost, he and the ancient golden dragon would surely die, and North Ethel would be occupied by the Burning Empire, and even the heritage of Holy Fadlan would be greedily devoured by the other side.

But in the confrontation between the two beings standing at the top of the material world, he and the ancient golden dragon could not even intervene and could only do some simple spell assistance work, and even needed Bala Aichel's distraction to protect them.

This made Walter feel particularly lost and frustrated.

As the former "Wing of Fadlan" and the self-proclaimed guardian of the empire, he could only watch the fate of the Fadlan Empire in the hands of others, allowing the invaders to do whatever they want, while he was powerless to do anything.

Looking at the roaring dragon in the sky, Walter's golden eyes showed a hint of hesitation. He whispered: "Maybe I can change the outcome of this war, but I have to pay an extremely heavy price - my life."

As the lucky ones who have received the gift of Amaunator, every descendant of the gods has the power of the sun hidden in their body. That is the spark that sustains their life and the source of their eternal life.

However, the descendants of gods can also actively choose to let that divine power explode completely, releasing a spell-like ability that surpasses the Nine Rings - [The Day of the End]

However, every descendant of God is extremely precious and is the emperor's valuable asset. Therefore, in the hundred-year history of Holy Fadlan, only a handful of descendants of God have used this ability.

Walter closed his eyes, and he recalled the unforgettable ceremony decades ago. On that day, the old emperor personally placed the sword on his shoulder, granted him the status of a divine noble, and Amaunator also bestowed His great power.

Walter knelt on the ground with excitement on his face, his whole body enveloped by sunlight, flags fluttering in the sky, and the cheers of the people of Fadland filling his ears.
Thinking of this, Walter opened his eyes and no longer hesitated. A resolute light flashed in his eyes: "The Fadlan Empire is everything to me. It's time to sacrifice my life for the empire."

"Roar--"

The earth-shaking dragon roar interrupted Walter's meditation.

The golden dragon Titus raised his scepter again and cast a spell at the red dragon in the sky. Then he turned around and said, "Duke Walter, this is a battlefield! What are you doing?!"

If it weren't for Lord Barachiel who risked his life to protect you, you would have died!" Titus looked extremely upset and shouted angrily.

Barachiel consumed an entire Heavenly Light Wheel to create a spherical shield surrounding them, which gave them a short rest and made them temporarily invincible.

Walter said: “I’m sorry, Master Titus, Master Barachiel, I was distracted just now.

Let's act according to the final plan we discussed. We will raise the battlefield to a height of 10,000 meters and temporarily control the opponent. I may be able to kill the red dragon with one blow."

In an instant, Titus and Barachiel turned their heads in surprise and cast their gazes at Walter - because the price of this final plan was his life.

Walter clenched the long sword engraved with the emblem of the sun god in his hand, his tone was sonorous and powerful, his voice was extremely firm, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Don't worry, the people of Fadlan will remember me."

For a moment, Titus and Barachiel were silent and did not say anything to dissuade him, because they both understood Walter's determination.

——This divine noble has made the decision to kill the terrible red dragon at the cost of his own life and achieve the final victory.

This was his final gift to the Holy Fadran Empire.

Of course, Duke Walter did not know that his plan, for which he had sacrificed his life, had already fallen into the ears of the enemy and was fully known to the other side.

Beside him, the ancient golden dragon Titus showed a barely perceptible smile. (End of this chapter)