Ember Dragon

Chapter 714: Death of Wilham
"boom!"

Two huge monsters fell from the sky, causing the ground to tremble and the earth and rocks to explode. The deafening sound spread to every corner of the battlefield.

The powerful force of the crash seemed to cause the ground to surge, and a raging sandstorm swept across the earth. The shock wave ruthlessly blew away everything within a thousand miles - whether it was rubble, trees or soldiers.

There was even an unlucky steam tank that was overturned by the shock wave and fell awkwardly on the ground a few meters away, with its surface armor riddled with holes and cracks.

A huge pit with a diameter of hundreds of meters appeared on the ground. With the red dragon and the hell monster at the center, spider-web-like cracks spread wildly, covering the wasteland in an instant.

And in the smoke, a huge black shadow raised its head and roared. The loud voice shattered the clouds and broke through the thick smoke.

After the thick smoke was dispersed, the huge black shadow finally revealed its true face, with gleaming metallic scales, four huge horns, and a pair of light golden vertical pupils like lava balls - it was the Red Dragon Emperor Cassius.

And Wilham, or the despised monster from hell, was pinned down by the red dragon's giant claws.

He sank more than ten feet into the ground, unable to move. His thin body rose and fell with his weak breathing, and sticky black blood flowed out. There was no trace of his previous arrogance.

But the slender claws hooked upwards, and a hoarse voice came from the ravaged body, "Cassius, I haven't lost yet.
I am"

"boom!"

Before he could finish his words, Cassius stepped on Wilham's chest with one claw. The sharp claws pierced his skin and dug deep into his body, tearing the flesh apart.

Wilham spat out a mouthful of dirty blood, but he was still struggling with all his might, roaring madly and waving his broken bat wings to break free from the red dragon's restraints.

He pulled out his claws, black blood splattered everywhere, and Cassius watched coldly.

The hellish monster staggered into the air, its tattered wings making a sound like wind blowing through rags, and he raised the broken spear of the Last Judgment almost madly.

"No, no! I haven't lost yet! I still have, I still have other things, and I will sacrifice them - those despicable pariahs to hell!

Quick, quick, Zariel, I want to get more powerful, I want to get enough power to kill the red dragon! "

"Crazy, His Majesty Wilham has gone completely crazy!"

"What does he want to do?"

Hearing Wilham's roar, the Thracians were in an uproar, unable to believe it - the king they were loyal to actually treated the people as tributes to hell.

"Those shining magic circles"

"Help!"

"Mom, my head hurts."

"Child, my child! You must hold on! Amaunator, please save her -"

All that could be heard from the city of Auguste were loud screams and wails.

Several refining arrays in the city were activated, releasing enchanting red light. Those arrays were surprisingly located in the churches of the Thracian Kingdom, where tens of thousands of homeless refugees were hiding!

These refugees were crowded together, pushing each other, and people kept fainting. Once they lost consciousness, their souls would be devoured by the magic circle, turned into nutrients for hell, and become part of Wilham.

In an instant, countless souls in the city of August flew into the sky howling and merged into Wilham's huge, twisted body.

Wilham opened his arms and spread his six bat wings, feeling the sweetness of the power pouring in. "What a wonderful power. My subjects, you were born to serve me. Sacrifice your souls to me to repay Fadlan's kindness—"

"We're still a step too late!" Looking at the hell monster in the distance, Dayev frowned. The once glorious king has now become the kind of existence he hates the most.

Dayev turned his head and looked towards the refugee camp. A mother was crying while holding her soul-lost child. The child was holding half a piece of leftover bread in his hand - it was given to him by Dayev.

The refugees crowded together, all wanting to escape from this soul-refining devil's cave, but unfortunately the door of the church was guarded by the "Holy Guards" holding flaming swords.

"No"

Dayev muttered to himself, his eyes gradually filled with anger.

That child should not have died like this! He should not have sacrificed his soul for the king's selfish interests!
Listening to the cries of the refugees and recalling that young face, Dayev's eyes became more and more determined. Finally, he made up his mind, drew the sword at his waist, jumped up, and rushed towards the Holy Guard.

"Die, you filthy monster from hell!"

Thousands of silver-white rays of light fell on the earth, the evil soul refining array stopped working, the souls flying towards Wilham were directly purified, and the hell monsters in the air burned.

Dayev wiped the black blood off the sword and looked towards the source of the light. The refugees who were lucky enough to be rescued also raised their heads at the same time and looked at the sky with eyes as if they were looking up to a savior.

I saw a huge red dragon hanging high in the sky, with the sacred sun in its mouth, like the incarnation of the sun god - looking down at all the living beings below.

"Praise the sun."

"Praise the great red dragon, he is the embodiment of the sun!"

The refugees looked fanatical and pious, cheering for the great existence that saved their lives.

Even Dayev stood there, as if struck by lightning, staring at the sun with his eyes wide open, muttering to himself: "By the grace of Amaunator, could that emperor really be the incarnation of the sun?"

At this moment, under the focus of millions of eyes, Cassius seemed to have become the true savior, the incarnation of the sun.

Looking at the rising power of faith with the characteristics of the "Sun God", Cassius' mouth curled up slightly. He would never miss this opportunity to "show his prowess in front of others".

"Why, why do you have such power?! I am the descendant of the Sun God, and I am the one who received the gift of God!"

Cassius looked at her

Wilham looked at the red dragon high in the sky, his whole body burning. He roared to the sky, flames of jealousy and hatred bursting from his eyes.

The red dragon looked down at the monster from hell, imitating the tone of Wilham's past, and pronounced: "In the name of the sun, you colluded with hell and harmed mortals. Your crime is unforgivable. I will give you - death!"

Before he could finish his words, Cassius spread his wings, exhaled a terrifying breath of the sun, and turned into a meteor wrapped in raging flames, streaking across the sky and rushing towards the monster from hell.

Wilham raised his head with despair on his face, holding up the half-broken spear. His ferocious body was shaking continuously due to extreme fear and anger, and he could hardly suppress it.

Those are all his words!

The light splashed and the flames surged.

Wilham's body was pierced instantly, and a large charred hole appeared on his chest. Cassius grabbed his neck with his sharp claws, swooped down, and smashed the hell monster to the ground.

"boom!"

There was another earth-shattering roar, gravel flew everywhere, and dust rose into the sky. "I didn't lose"

"It was Zariel who deceived me. You didn't really defeat me." Wilham lay powerlessly in the deep pit, saying unwillingly, his tone full of resentment.

At this moment, the red dragon spread its wings, leaned down, and stared at the dying Wilham with cold eyes, his tone full of sarcasm, "Tsk tsk, look at you, the former king of angels, has turned into such a miserable state.

It's so pathetic, you are now like a poisonous snake curled up in a swamp, a rat struggling to survive in a sewer."

Cassius grabbed his ferocious head with his huge claws, lifted it up, glanced at it, and then pressed it hard to the ground.

"But you are lucky, Wilham, you can still have a grand ending. Although you live like a clown, I will make you die like a real king."

Before he finished speaking, Cassius flapped his broad wings and soared into the air. He opened his mouth and a scorching fireball accumulated in his throat - that was the sign of [Sun Breath].

Feeling that familiar and powerful force, Wilham felt extremely desperate. The power of the sun god that he once took pride in was now condensing into a fatal blow that was about to kill him.

Did the Sun God really abandon him and choose this damn red dragon?

For nearly a hundred years, he prayed devoutly, fought for the holy Fadlan, and spread the seeds of faith everywhere, but in the end he was going to be killed by a dragon that stole the power of the sun god?
This is not fair.

Zariel's voice rang out in his mind again: "Your Majesty Wilham, do you want revenge? Do you want to kill the red dragon? Sacrifice August City to hell, and you will get everything!"

A parchment contract with flickering flames appeared in front of him. With just a thought, he could sign his name and dedicate the entire August to hell.

Wilham roared in his heart: "But you deceived me! The power that Hell gave me is not enough to defeat that red dragon!"

Zariel's voice was particularly indifferent: "The contract of the Nine Hells has always been the fairest. We strictly follow the principle of equal exchange.

With all due respect, Your Majesty Wilham, the fifty thousand souls you sacrificed to Hell are insignificant compared to the price you have to pay to kill a demigod red dragon."

Wilham gritted his teeth: "I will not give August to hell! That is my territory!"

"Your Majesty Wilham, think about it. If you die now, the red dragon will occupy your city, enjoy the admiration of the Thracian people, and greedily take away everything you have—"

Hearing the scene described by the devil, Wilham trembled all over and fell into great panic, but he still argued: "I, I can pay other prices, but Augustus is the capital of the Kingdom of Thrace."

Zariel dropped his hypocritical flattery and sarcastically said, "Wilham, don't you see clearly? You have reached a dead end and have no other choice.

In addition, in view of your lack of sincerity, the previous conditions can be invalidated. Now, if you still want to take revenge on the red dragon, you need to offer the entire Thracian Kingdom. "

Zariel's words were like a poisoned sword, piercing Wilham's heart and breaking his last psychological defense.

Wilham raised his head tremblingly, looking at the red dragon in the sky bathed in light, like the incarnation of a god, and couldn't help but think of his good wish to revive Fadlan and surpass his father.

Wilham used to be the glorious and holy king of angels who ruled a region, but now he has become a twisted monster from hell. This huge gap makes him extremely desperate.

Finally, facing certain death and under tremendous pressure, Wilham went completely crazy.

He trembled all over and whispered hoarsely: "Casius, I did lose, but you are not the final winner!"

Finally, Wilham suddenly raised his head and looked at the red dragon in the air. Endless resentment and hatred welled up in his dark pupils. He roared with all his might: "Casius, go to hell with me!
I will sacrifice the entire Thracian kingdom!"

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and it seemed that some laws were triggered in the dark. Outside the material plane, almost crazy laughter echoed.

"Hahahaha!"

"Great!"

"That idiot agreed! I smell the alluring scent of soul!"

The sky seemed to be bleeding, with scarlet scars appearing on the sky, and a dark sun rose. The earth also wailed, with mountains collapsing and the ground cracking, and sticky black blood gushing out of the cracks in the ground.

Hundreds of hell magic circles in the city were awakened, accompanied by the wails and screams of souls. The ground outside the city wall collapsed, the strata under the city collapsed, and the entire city of August was falling irreversibly towards hell.

And further away, in the vast territory of the Thracian Kingdom, thousands of hell arrays were awakened, forming a terrifying array that encompassed the entire country.

The blood-colored cloud was expanding rapidly, trying to cover the entire Thracian Kingdom.

Under the disaster, the city of Auguste was in chaos, the majestic church collapsed, and the broken dome fell towards the crowd.

Countless demons poured out from those cracks. They laughed wildly, harvested mortal souls wantonly, and enjoyed this new "soul pasture" to their heart's content.

"Amaunator! Please save us!"

"God!"

"Did you hear that? Wilham, that cruel tyrant is going to give all of Thrace to hell!"

"Mad man, he's completely crazy!"

The Thracians fled in all directions, wailing and crying, but it was all in vain.

The whole city is falling into hell and they have no way to escape.

Watching his city gradually fall, Wilham was in a trance, just muttering to himself.

“Casius, hahahaha, you are finished too, the Duke from Hell will kill you soon!
You will lose like me."

"boom--"

The sound of air exploding was heard, and the scorching dragon flame completely devoured the hellish monster. The flames containing the power of the sun god burned him to ashes, leaving no ash at all.

Since Zariel was brought out, this guy naturally had no use for the value chain, so Cassius killed him without hesitation, as if he were slapping a bug.

A prompt of experience increase appeared on the panel, and Cassius sighed.

"It's really sad."

Looking at this apocalyptic scene, Cassius was not afraid at all, and his eyes were filled with a burning desire to fight.

"It's finally coming, Zariel."

Cassius insulted Wilham time and again, driving him into despair and madness, just to lure out the manipulator behind the scenes, whom he believed to be his real enemy - the Lord of Avernus, Grand Duke of Hell Zariel.

(End of this chapter)