Ember Dragon

"Do not--"

The ancient golden dragon flapped its wings fiercely, waved the scepter in its claws, and let out a long and sorrowful howl: "Evil dragon! You actually killed Duke Walter like this, killed such a person who upholds kindness and justice!
Heroes will never be forgotten, but tyrants like you will be engraved on the pillar of shame in history!"

A beam of brilliant rainbow light shot out from the end of the golden scepter. The beam was nearly one meter in diameter and was mixed with the power of various elements. It shot straight towards the red dragon in the distance.

"boom!"

Cassius stretched out his right claw, creating a magical vortex, easily absorbing all the energy of the rainbow light, and sneered: "He wanted to kill me, so I killed him, isn't this truly fair?

You hypocrites who claim to be righteous are only allowed to besiege me, the 'tyrant', but I am not allowed to fight back. You want both fame and life. Where in the world can such a good thing be found?" The red dragon asked calmly, with a hint of sarcasm in his light golden pupils.

“What’s more, he came here to seek death on his own. Even the source of his divine power was unlocked by himself. I didn’t force him to do it.” The red dragon picked up the jumping golden ball of light in his hand and observed it carefully with greed on his face.

Then, he actually tore off a small piece of the sun's power and swallowed it into his stomach. The chaos fire in his body decomposed that power, while the fire of order reorganized them into Cassius's own power.

The red dragon's huge body has a clear division of labor, forming a systematic and powerful digestive system that is capable of absorbing divine power.

The majestic and scorching power of the sun poured into the red dragon's belly, filling his body and causing him to let out a smooth and satisfied moan. Cassius even closed his eyes, as if savoring the power.

But in the eyes of Walter's allies, this was tantamount to cannibalizing the remains of their dead comrades in front of them. It was a naked humiliation!
You, you will pay the price!" Gu Jinlong's voice was trembling with extreme sadness and anger.

"The sinner."

Barachiel also had a solemn expression, and for the first time, the Lord of Silver Heaven's flawless silver face revealed an emotion called "sadness".

"In the name of heaven, I will grant you the final judgment, so that the souls of the fallen heroes can rest in peace.
Remember, the fight is not over! Although there will be sacrifices on the path of light, justice and order will prevail in the end!"

Barachiel's eyes flashed, and the silver sword in his hand burst out with lightning again, releasing a sharp blade composed of starlight. A sacred form hundreds of meters tall appeared outside his body, and countless huge light wheels were rotating behind him.

The golden dragon flapped its wings, flew into the air, and roared: "Duke Walter was deceived by this cunning red dragon and lost his life! There is no need to follow any rules when dealing with such a guy!
Lord Barachiel, let's go together this time. Don't give this despicable villain any chance!"

Cassius also flapped his dragon wings, instantly climbing up a thousand meters, and did not forget to laugh wildly: "Can't you bear it anymore and reveal your true face?
Hahaha, well, then let the entire Feanso see the ugly faces of you hypocrites and pave the way for the future of the empire!"

"boom!"

The roar of thunder resounded through the sky, but Barachiel did not continue to respond. Instead, he responded with heavenly lightning that covered the sky, and then slashed with his star-like sword.

However, the red dragon dodged easily by just turning sideways, and opened its mouth to spit out raging dragon flames, turning half of the sky into a sea of ​​fire and smoke.

Under the exquisite control of the elemental master, Cassius's dragon flame can even burn the dark clouds in the sky and swallow up Barachiel's heavenly lightning.

The two completely different elemental forces collided, confronted, and merged with each other, forming a constantly rolling and gorgeous cloud, in which there were sometimes raging flames and sometimes lightning and thunder.

"Sword of the Arkong!"

Barachiel roared angrily, and countless golden lightsabers carrying the power of heaven flew towards the red dragon, even splitting the space in the path.

"Roar——" Cassius opened his mouth and spit out a raging dark red dragon flame, creating a barrier of sea of ​​fire in front of him, swallowing up all the lightsabers.

When Barachiel looked around with True Sight, he could not find any trace of the red dragon, and he did not notice that above his head, the flames were quickly condensing into the shape of a giant dragon.

“Watch out overhead!” Titus shouted anxiously. He flapped his wings as if wanting to come to the rescue, but the red dragon smiled contemptuously, stretched out his claws, and a thick column of fire blew the golden dragon away.

Cassius swooped down from the sky at a rapid speed, with terrible flames accumulating in his mouth, and was about to pierce the divine incarnation from above.

Barachiel suddenly folded his wings and raised the sword in his hand above his head. The majestic power of heaven gathered above his head and turned into a silver round shield with a diameter of one hundred meters.

[Heavenly Shield]

"boom--"

Dragon flame poured out from Cassius' mouth, but was blocked by the silver round shield and could not penetrate any further.

As Barachiel swung his sword, the star blade came flying through the air with terrifying momentum, as if it was going to split the red dragon in half.

"Ow—"

Cassius could only let out a long roar, flapped his dragon wings, turned around suddenly, and hid his figure under the cover of dragon flames.

There were already many scars on the red dragon's body, but they were all recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Barachiel also looked a little disheveled. His huge wings covered with white feathers became tattered and full of burn marks. His violet robe decorated with stars also became tattered and showed signs of being torn.

But the faint light of heaven enveloped his entire body, and all his wounds and defects were recovering rapidly. It only took a few minutes for him to return to normal.

The most miserable appearance was that of the ancient golden dragon Titus. The scales that once shone with light were now dull, with burn marks everywhere and mottled bloodstains. Its wings were torn like a piece of rag, and its torso was also covered with scars.

There was a shocking gap in his side, revealing scarlet flesh and blood, still oozing with blood - it was cut by the red dragon's claws.

This originally majestic and elegant golden dragon now looked more like a bloody "black dragon". However, even so, the golden dragon was still roaring angrily and bravely pounced on the red dragon.

At this moment, the battlefield in the sky has become extremely chaotic. Various powerful spells are crisscrossed in it, and all kinds of gorgeous spell lights are dazzling.

The surrounding magic net was almost torn into pieces by this terrible battle, and the space within this material world became extremely fragile and shaky.

Not to mention high-level spells, even those top eight-ring and nine-ring spells are thrown out desperately as if they are free, just to create a little hindrance to the opponent, and they often fail to take effect.

And those several huge figures shuttled back and forth in it, fighting endlessly, appearing and disappearing from time to time, often only revealing a glimpse of them.

On the ground, Archmage Zalan slowly opened his eyes under the anxious calls and continuous spells of his subordinates, but he saw the chaotic sky at a glance. The sky was covered by surging clouds, emitting terrible energy fluctuations, and those powerful beings were fighting in the chaos, and every fight was a natural disaster.

Zalan's lips turned pale and he muttered to himself, "Gods, has this battle not stopped yet? Do they want to destroy this space?"

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, his expression froze, and his tone became anxious: "Oh, right, there is also the ten-ring spell!"

He stood up, shook his men's shoulders, and asked excitedly, "Where is the miraculous sun in the sky? Where did it go? Could it be that I was hallucinating just now?

It’s impossible, I saw it with my own eyes, how could it be possible?”

The wizard was silent for a moment, then shook his head palely, "Sir, you are not mistaken. It's just that the sun, or Duke Walter, has fallen."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, and Zalan looked in the direction of his finger and was immediately stunned.

There was a corpse of an angel with his chest cut open, lying there quietly, with golden red blood flowing out.

His body was still emitting a blazing glow, burning a huge charred pit on the ground. No one dared to approach - it was none other than the body of Duke Walter, whom Zalan was familiar with.

After standing there for a long time, Zalan finally uttered a few words from the depths of his throat: "This, this is impossible."

"Someone come quickly!"

"Lord Zalan has fainted again!"

"Where's the priest? Come quickly! Lord Zalan is foaming at the mouth! No, his nostrils are still bleeding! Mystra, please!"

The crowd around fell into chaos again, and more people looked up at the battlefield in the sky and prayed silently.

In the face of such a catastrophic force, they seemed to have lost the ability to decide their own destiny and could only wait for arrangements to be made.

"boom!"

Cassius manipulated the violent fire element, creating a hundred-meter-long flaming claw, and actually grasped the Star Sword.

The raging flames spread rapidly along the blade, madly burning the arm made of heaven's light.

The red dragon exhaled a puff of sulfurous white smoke and roared wildly: "Barachiel, the dignified Lord of Lucia - is this all the power you have?"

Barachiel tightened his sword, held it in front of him, and said coldly: "Foolish evil dragon! If it were in the Silver Heaven, your dragon head would have become a decoration in Malhvik Castle!"

"Roar--"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the golden dragon flew over from behind, roaring. Regardless of its wounded body, it pounced on the red dragon with its fangs and claws bared.

However, Cassius didn't even look at it, but just swept his tail casually. The golden dragon, which was much bigger than him, wailed and was thrown away, with another scar on its chest.

"Ridiculous sneak attack!"

Cassius flapped his dragon wings, stirring up a scorching gale, instantly widening the distance and coming to a distance of several thousand meters away, confronting Barachiel and the golden dragon.

He looked at the rather miserable-looking golden dragon and nodded with satisfaction.

Very good, he wanted to create an image of "anti-Red Dragon vanguard" for himself in this battle, so as to enhance Titus' influence among the forces opposing him.

The original image of "Dragon of Dawn" and "Wings of Dawn" is already glorious and majestic enough, but what if we add the feat of "risking one's life to fight the red dragon and avenge one's best friend"?
Cassius just didn't believe that with all these glorious deeds, he couldn't infiltrate those righteous forces, gain their trust, and become a high-ranking figure in these forces.

"But soon, today's scene will be finished." Cassius smiled grimly and thought to himself.

The red dragon turned to look at Barachiel again. In just a few minutes, bathed in the light of heaven, the flawless body returned to its original state without any sign of decay.

This was indeed a tough enemy for Cassius.

As the Lord of Silver Heaven Lucia and a member of the Seven Fierce Order of Heaven Mountain, Barachiel's power comes from Heaven Mountain, or more accurately, from the Silver Heaven.

Although the power of the outer planes would be suppressed in the material plane, Barachiel would never mobilize power beyond the limit each time, turning it into a halo behind him and releasing it when necessary.

Moreover, as long as the power of the Silver Heaven is not exhausted and the Silver Sea is not dried up, Barachiel's power will be endless.

It is no wonder that Barachiel is so arrogant and so confident in supporting Duke Walter. To the creatures in the material world, He is simply an invincible existence.

Although Cassius's ancestral dragon physique gave him powerful recovery capabilities, it was obviously irrational to consume an entire outer plane - this kind of thing could only be done by those indigenous red dragons whose minds were filled with muscles and magma.

Cassius knew that he had to seize the opportunity to kill the enemy with one blow and avoid getting caught up in a bad positional battle, otherwise he would be the first to be exhausted.

Although it sounds easy, it is extremely difficult to cause fatal damage to Barachiel.

Those lights of heaven also made Cassius feel extremely sick. The spells he released would be soothed by the power of order, and even the flames of chaos could hardly consume them. Even if wounds were caused, they would recover quickly.

——As an outer plane representing order and justice, Mount Heaven is born to restrain all chaotic existences, especially the demons of the abyss.

However, Cassius did not reveal all his cards to Barachiel. The other party only knew that the red dragon had the power of chaos, the spellcasting ability of a legendary warlock, and the blood of an ancestral dragon.
After several battles that shocked the world, these have basically been known to all the top powerhouses and have become a semi-public secret.

But they didn't know that after killing the demon, Cassius also obtained another power from the system - the Breath of Order.

After all, order and chaos, justice and evil, are inherently opposed, just like water and fire. No one could have imagined that these characteristics would appear in the same individual.

"Maybe it's time to end it all." Cassius thought as he gazed down at Barachiel in the distance. (End of this chapter)