Ember Dragon

Chapter 713 Swapped Identities

When that [Holy Day] lit up the sky, the light on Wilham suddenly dimmed.

His wings ignited with black flames, his pupils lost their iris and turned into vertical pupils flowing with sulfur, and even the halo behind him turned into a scarlet inverted pentagram magic circle.

"No, no—what on earth have you done to me?!"

Wilham twisted his body in the air, gasping heavily and wailing in pain. Even the melodious hymn turned into the wailing of a dead soul.

Zariel's voice echoed in his heart: "Come, Your Majesty Wilhelm, embrace the power of Hell and accept your new self--"

"Don't deceive yourself any more. The sun is dead and you will have eternal life in Avernus!"

As the light grew more intense, Wilham's skin began to burn, and countless fine cracks and scars appeared on it, as if it had been gnawed by a greedy beast, with asphalt-like substances oozing out of it.

It was the darkness of hell that devoured his remaining divinity.

"Thorn-"

Under the erosion of hell, the six wings behind him broke off at once and were swallowed by the dark fog. Countless burning feathers flew in the sky and then fell down gracefully.

In the end, people could only see a ball of black fog, with hideous figures and twisted limbs looming in it. It was extremely terrifying, and the screams of souls and the roars of wild beasts could often be heard from it.

Cassius looked at Wilham, who was shrouded in darkness in the distance, and said loudly: "Look, everyone in the Thracian Kingdom.

Wilham, under the banner of the Lord of Eternal Glory, calls himself the 'King of Angels' and the 'Emperor of Fadlan', but everything he does is the most despicable, filthy and evil!
When I tear off the bright and beautiful disguise, you should understand that the king you serve is a devil who has been thrown into the hell of Baator, a pathetic degenerate, and a tyrant who sacrifices his people! "

At the end, Cassius' tone became more and more passionate and cadenced. He turned his back to the Holy Sun, his whole body was shrouded in holy light, his scales were shining, and he really looked like an angel judging sin.

At this moment, justice and evil seem to have switched places, making people feel confused and at a loss.

"God."

"Amaunator, Your Majesty Wilhelm, he, he has really fallen into hell!"

"Ah, to think that the former Angel King would become like this!"

The Thracians raised their heads, looked up at the sky, looked at the sacred and majestic red dragon, and then looked at the monster wrapped in thick black fog. In their hearts, they believed everything Cassius said.

It turns out that the Burning Emperor was the one chosen by the Sun God, no, it should be said that he was the dragon. And the one they were loyal to, His Majesty Wilham, had become a monster that had fallen into hell!

Thinking of this, the Thracians' hearts began to waver.

Now that Wilham's disguise has been torn off, are they really willing to serve a tyrant who sacrifices his soul until death?

They once believed that sacrificing for Thrace would lead them to heaven, but what about now? Would they fall into hell and become food for the devils?

"No, what he said is not true, that evil dragon is deceiving you!

I am still the same Wilham as before, and I am still the successor to the throne! I will lead you to revive Holy Fadran!" A hoarse roar came from the black fog.

At this moment, the black fog had expanded to a diameter of one kilometer, beating like the womb of hell, as if it was nurturing something extremely terrifying.

"Roar--"

The black fog dissipated, and Wilham stood up from the sticky darkness.

I saw that his broken wings had grown into bony devil wings, and thorns had grown on his back. His usually flawless body had become slender, thin, and twisted, and was fifty meters tall.

The power of original sin was entangled in his twisted body: arrogance turned into a crown of thorns on his head, jealousy condensed into hideous poisonous vines, and rage was forged into a lava spear in his hand.

At this moment, Wilham finally and completely betrayed the Sun God, gave up his glorious identity as a descendant of the angel god, and became an apostle of hell, a real big devil.

From the moment he completely fell - all the roses in the city of Auguste withered and died, and the thorns turned into poisonous snakes; the feathers of the Holy Dove of the Sun were stained with blood, and its wailing turned into the ravens of hell; the blood in the sky coagulated and turned into blood-red dark clouds that covered the earth.

Having witnessed such a scene with their own eyes, all the Thracians were extremely terrified and felt extremely frightened.

Dayev looked at the monster, or the devil, in the sky with an increasingly complicated expression. After a long silence, he whispered, "Goodbye, Your Majesty Wilham."

In his heart, the former king was completely dead, and the one alive now was just a monster from hell.

When he looked at the devil again, Dayev's eyes were full of hostility and vigilance.

Suddenly, he was startled, and suddenly remembered something, muttering: "Oh no, those refugees in August City."

Dayev made up his mind, drew the sword from his waist, jumped off the city wall, and rushed to the city of August.

Cassius was watching the newborn devil with great interest, and whispered, "A descendant of a fallen angel? Interesting."

【Fallen Monarch-Wilham】

Challenge Level: 29
If it were a few years ago, this [Fallen Monarch] would indeed be considered a strong opponent, but to Cassius now, he is just a slightly tricky monster.

If you haven't even passed the thirty-point barrier, what qualifications do you have to shout in front of him?

In Cassius's eyes, his real opponent is not Wilham, but the devil lord Zariel who has always been hiding behind him and plotting to drag the entire August into hell.

"Great, great! With this power, I should be able to kill the red dragon and take back Holy Fadran!"

Wilham felt the power of hell filling his body and laughed wantonly, not noticing the surprised and terrified looks from the people.

But soon, he lowered his head and discovered that his hands had turned into ferocious claws, and his originally smooth skin had become like lava.

"No, how could I become like this? This, this is not me! I should be perfect. I am the offspring of the Sun God!"

The expression on Wilham's face was first shock, then disbelief, and finally turned into complete rage and madness.

He waved his six ragged bat wings, stirring up hurricanes, and the blood-red light occupied the sky within a radius of several thousand meters.

"It's you! It's you!"

Wilham looked at the red dragon in the distance with a resentful look, and the fire of hell burst out from his dark eyes: "Red Dragon! You took away everything from me! You made me become like this!

I will make you pay! I will destroy your empire! I will hear your soul howl in hell!"

Cassius was suspended in the sky above the Holy Day, staring at him coldly like a judge about to sentence him to death. "How pathetic! Did I put a gun to your head and force you to sign a contract with that lunatic Zariel?
All of this is your own fault. You let power get to your head and were devoured by greed, which is why you are in this situation."

Cassius's ridicule was like a long sword, piercing Wilham's heart, but it was indeed the truth.

In Cassius's memory, in the plot line of his previous life, Wilham also signed a contract with Hell in order to maintain his power and gain eternal life. Many players have discovered clues to this.

It's just that the Burning Empire does not exist in that world line, and Wilham can still maintain his glamorous appearance and continue to maintain his nominal identity in the dispute of the Fierce Kings - the King of Thrace.

After being ruthlessly exposed by Cassius, Wilham became furious and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"Casius, I want you dead—"

Wilham flapped his six ragged bat wings, and once again stirred up a bloody gale that swept across the sky.

He himself turned into a dark shadow, flying across the sky, carrying thick black fog and endless hatred, and pounced rapidly towards the red dragon in the sky.

In an instant, the screams of souls resounded through the sky!

"Who gave you the courage to engage in close combat with a red dragon?" Cassius shook his head and laughed, his expression calm, even his movements unhurried.

"Shh-"

[Holy Sun] lit up again, releasing a brilliant light that instantly dispelled the thick black fog, revealing Wilham's thin figure, and also making his entire body burn and painful.

Cassius cast the True Dragon Warlock's magic surge, instantly adding many enhancement spells to himself, greatly improving his strength, physique, and speed.

The more than 60-meter-long red dragon flapped its wings and flew thousands of meters in just a moment, arriving above Wilham's head with a roaring sonic boom.

The broad dragon wings cast a shadow, enveloping it entirely.

Wilham felt a blackness in front of him. He suddenly looked up with horror on his face and his throat trembling. “He, he is obviously a red dragon - how can he be so fast?”

However, Cassius did not give the other party any chance to breathe.

The red dragon circled rapidly in the sky, gliding with its wings spread, and suddenly swooped down with unstoppable momentum, grabbing Wilham's two bat wings as easily as a giant eagle catching a chick.

Wilham roared, "Damn reptile! I am far more powerful than you are now! I am an apostle of hell!"

He kept struggling, trying to flap his devil wings. The raging hellfire gushed out of his eyes and mouth, and the corrupted spiral spear also stabbed hard towards the red dragon's heart.

Facing the pouring hellfire, Cassius neither dodged nor evaded, yet his body remained unharmed, as if he was taking a bath in the flames.

As a sub-ancestral red dragon and elemental noble, unless an elemental lord of the level of the Evil Fire Prince takes action, the fire cannot hurt Cassius at all - not even the Hellfire is an exception.

The red dragon also stretched out its claws and firmly grasped the spear that was stabbing towards its heart.

"Die, die, you arrogant reptile, I will make you pay."

Wilham's hands were shaking as he glared at the enemy right in front of him, but he was unable to move the spear forward even a little bit.

At this moment, he finally realized that he was too arrogant and underestimated the strength of this red dragon.

This was the dragon that had driven the avatar of Gruumsh out of the material plane! Even with the help of the forces of Hell, he would probably have a hard time fighting it.

Now that I think about it, most of what Zariel said were lies!

Cassius looked him in the eye, then grinned fiercely: "Is this the power of hell you want to use to defeat me? How pathetic!"

He exerted force suddenly, the muscles on his thick arms bulged, the veins appeared, steam and white smoke came out from the gaps between the scales, and even the space seemed to shatter under the tremendous force, erupting with bursts of wailing.

Then, the power of the sun god burst out, and the red dragon's giant claws were covered in golden light, and the power became stronger and stronger.

The spiral spear in Cassius's claws kept trembling, but after just a few seconds it could not bear the weight and broke with a crisp "crack".

"boom!"

A powerful energy storm spread rapidly, and fragments of precious metals such as refined gold and meteoric iron scattered everywhere and spread across the earth.

This sub-artifact-level [Spear of Final Judgment], a weapon that has been passed down in the Thracian Kingdom for hundreds of years and a symbol of the angelic descendants, was actually broken by the red dragon with just one arm!
Then, Cassius stepped hard on Wilham's back, and his right claw cut through the flesh and penetrated into the bone marrow, directly grabbing the spine of this hell monster!
The red dragon spread its wings, and deep red flames poured out. He picked up the hell monster, flapped his wings, and soared into the air, rising to a height of ten thousand meters.

“Look, Wilham, this was once your city, such a rich territory, but it’s a pity that you have ruined it into this state.

Don't worry, after killing you, I will help you keep this place safe, and even help you realize your wish of unifying the holy Fadlan.

How about it, are you surprised?" Cassius' tone was full of joking.

Wilham struggled and twisted frantically, his hoarse roar resounding through the sky: "No, no, you can't kill me! I am the one chosen by the Sun God! Only I am qualified--"

"boom!"

The next moment, his voice was drowned out by the explosion of the air. Cassius tightened his wings, fell freely at an altitude of ten thousand meters, and dived down in a spin.

Soon, their speed exceeded the sound, and the air around them was as sharp as a knife, cutting Wilham's body into pieces.

The friction-generated heat in the air created light, and the red dragon also had its own huge crimson flames, dyeing half of the sky behind it red.

"You can't kill me, the Sun God. He won't let you go." Wilham roared with difficulty.

Cassius laughed and said, "Sun God? Do you still think you are a descendant of an angel? Even if that majesty wakes up, I'm afraid he will kill you as soon as possible!"

"No, it's impossible"

Wilham was still trying to defend himself, but his tone had become desperate.

Even he himself knew that even the gods would not forgive the sins he had committed.

Under the gaze of millions of people, the red dragon captured the monster from hell and fell rapidly towards the distant wasteland like a meteor.

But at this moment, Cassius seemed to be the messenger of justice shrouded in glory, while Wilham became the brutal monster in the background.

(End of this chapter)