Ember Dragon

Chapter 853 Kazul

"He escaped!"

"Depend on!"

"We fought for so long and used up so much ammunition, and he just got away like that! I'm so upset!"

"The giant dragon's head was stolen by that NPC! That game designer is inhuman!"

"You scoundrel! I won't allow you to speak ill of my wife, Misha!"

"Get out of here, you otaku!"

The players fought desperately, but could only watch helplessly as Felipe fled into the city. Suppressing their anger, they could only vent it on the remaining Dragon Worshippers and Dragonblood Monsters.

"Hey! Dragon demon, prepare to die!"
You have harmed the people and acted recklessly, causing the Seleucids to be displaced. I will surely eradicate this evil and restore peace and order to the world!

With his shiny bald head, Dawei Tianlong channeled his energy into his legs and used the dragon-transformed cultists in mid-air as steps, leaping continuously and stepping on their backs to reach the sky, where he jumped onto the back of a colorful dragon beast.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World-Honored Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Paramita Emptiness!"

With a loud battle cry, the tattoos on Dawei Sky suddenly lit up, and a golden dragon coiled behind him with overwhelming power. Moreover, it was not the six-limbed dragon of Erezegai, but a genuine five-clawed golden dragon!
Unfortunately, those were projection runes that he had specially commissioned a mage to carve, and they were useless except for being pretty.

"Drink!"

Another earth-shattering roar erupted.

At this moment, the bald monk was radiant with golden light, with a dragon coiled behind him, as if a celestial dragon had possessed him. His style was completely out of place with Erezegai. His fists pounded on the back of the colorful dragon beast like a storm, with the wind from his punches whistling incessantly.

With each punch, he transmitted his internal energy into the body of the colorful dragon beast. That energy had already penetrated the skin and was deeply embedded in the blood vessels and muscles.

The colorful dragon beast let out a series of mournful howls, turned its head, opened its foul-smelling maw, and tried to bite the monk clinging to its back to death.

"Little tricks!"

But the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon was not afraid at all. He used the energy under his feet to stand firm, bent his knees to gather strength, and then punched the head away with an uppercut. Blood splattered everywhere, and the punch knocked out several of the dragon beast's teeth.

Seeing that it could not kill him directly, the colorful dragon beast struggled frantically, trying to throw the damned bald monk off its back.

But things didn't go as planned. Faced with the dragon beast's struggle, the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon attacked even more fiercely.

The intense exercise also allowed the energy to be transmitted more quickly to the depths of the colorful dragon beast's body, and even flowed into the heart through the blood vessels and with the rapid return of blood.

"You wicked and heinous beast—it's time to put an end to this!"

Dawei Tianlong's muscles bulged, veins popped, and he gathered all his strength to unleash a terrifying final punch.

[Resonance Aura: Explosion!]

"boom!"

In an instant, all the energy within the colorful dragon beast's body was detonated, tearing apart its muscles, blood vessels, and even its heart, causing it to explode suddenly.

Blood and bits of flesh rained down from the sky, and the terrifying colorful dragon beast also fell from the sky, crashing to the ground and killing hundreds of dragon worshippers.

"Holy crap, that monk took down a giant flying dragon all by himself! That's insane!"

"The abbot is awesome! Let's go too!"

"Formation——"

The eighteen bronze men of Shaolin Temple followed in the footsteps of the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, charging into the Bailong Sect's army, forming a formation, and using long staffs and fists to kill all the Bailong Sect members around them.

The Mechanicus's spaceships also flew in from afar. The Dragonscale cultivators leaped down from the sky and crashed into the crowd, slaughtering the surrounding Dragon Worshipists like mowing grass with their chainsaw swords and power swords.

"For the Empire!"

"attack!"

Driven by this frenzy, players launched relentless and frenzied attacks, unleashing wave after wave of fierce offensives. The already struggling Dragon Worshippers were forced into retreat, leaving behind a trail of gruesome corpses on the battlefield.

The allied forces' offensive intensified, with shells raining down on the city like a deluge. Even Tiamat's divine shield was unable to withstand the onslaught, developing numerous cracks.

The towering flames, the all-encompassing dust and smoke, the collapsed city walls and houses plunged countless followers of the Dragon Cult into fear, leaving them only able to pray to their gods.

Soon, the army outside the city was defeated.

"Great Five-Colored Dragon Queen, we beg you to punish these traitors!"

"Tiamat, above!"

"They've gone mad! These lowly humans have gone mad! How dare they lay a hand on the noble dragonborn!"

"We can't stop it!"

The wails of the dragon-blooded monsters and the cries of the dragon worshippers filled the battlefield, but were quickly drowned out by the roar of artillery fire and the rumble of steam tank engines.

The empire's steel behemoth, carrying an unparalleled momentum, swept across the land and loomed over the sky, easily crushing any enemies that stood in its way, and soon approached the majestic and historic walls of Sunset City.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar of cannons, the seemingly impregnable city wall began to tremble violently in an instant. Stones rolled down from it, and countless holes and pits appeared on its surface, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

In the ruins of Sunset City, Tiamat's altar still stands majestically, as if protected by the gods, with all cannonballs avoiding it.

Felipe stood atop the altar, arms outstretched in ecstasy, and proclaimed: "Ignorant rebels! You will perish with the end of the old era! The great dragon will reign supreme over the world!"
And now—the cataclysm is upon us, the end of the old era and the beginning of a new one are about to arrive! Awaken, I pray fervently, I call upon you, great dragon of destruction! Purifier of the old world, apostle of Her Majesty Tiamat!

Felipe, his expression fanatical, raised the scepter of calamity high. Five-colored divine light shot from the five vertical pupils at the top of the scepter, soaring into the sky and merging into the dark clouds.

The dark clouds surged endlessly, with dappled sunlight hidden within, seemingly accumulating some terrifying power.

The next moment, accompanied by a thunderous roar, a beam of light descended from the sky dozens of kilometers away, piercing the earth. Its color was as red as blood, like a wound on the world, which was breathtaking.

Even the mountains were shrouded in that crimson glow, covered with a hazy bloody light, as if they too were wailing for the bloodshed.

An invisible pressure emanated from the distant mountains, rapidly spreading across the entire battlefield, causing all mortals present to tremble in their hearts, on the verge of being swallowed by fear.

Misha gazed at the cloud from which the pillar of light had descended and said in a low voice, "That direction leads to the volcano." Her expression instantly changed, a rare hint of panic flashing in her golden eyes: "Oh no! It's Kazul! It seems he's been lurking inside the volcano all along!"

Felipe was laughing maniacally, his expression was extremely strange. Although his face was full of smiles, his eyes were bloodshot and glistening with tears, and tears mixed with blood slid down from the corners of his eyes.

The volcano is roaring.

The colossal creature stirred in its slumber, emitting a deep roar.

Rocks on the mountaintop cracked and slid down, crashing against the steep mountainside with a dull echo, like the groan of a dying giant.

Suddenly, the earth split open into a gaping abyss, and lava gushed out like boiling golden blood, dyeing the entire sky a hellish orange-red.

Right in the center of this boiling golden blood pool, an enormous, unparalleled silhouette suddenly burst through the surface of the magma.

A ferocious head emerged first, each angle dripping with liquid flames. A thick neck and a towering back followed, covered with layers upon layers of thick, plate-like red scales.

Lava seeped out like beads of sweat, hissing as it dripped, eroding deep pits into the rocks.

Immediately afterwards, His broad shoulders and back, like a mountain ridge, tore through the curtain of lava and rose completely.

A pair of enormous wings, blotting out the sky, suddenly spread out to the sides, radiating the blazing light of lava, like two huge, red-hot scrolls of hell, fluttering in the thick smoke and heat.

Where the wingtips swept, the air was distorted by the high temperature, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The crimson behemoth raised its head and let out a roar that shook the universe, instantly drowning out all the fighting and wailing on the battlefield.

The sound was not simply a dragon's roar, but a mixture of the roar of magma flowing deep into the earth, the deafening sound of mountains collapsing, and a kind of suffocating majesty.

The battlefield froze.

Those narrow, vertical pupils, fiery, inhuman, cruel, and indifferent, slowly rotated, sweeping over the distant, insignificant array of humans, like ants.

Wherever the eye could see, the air distorted, the steel melted, as if the very soul was about to be burned.

In people's sight, this enormous crimson dragon rose suddenly from the distance like a volcano, accompanied by the trembling of the ground—this was Kazul, the King of Calamities, the God of Destruction, the head of the three chief gods of the Dragon Cult, and the dragon god symbolizing the end of the world.

In Seleucia's camp, a noble knight clad in silver armor, sword raised high, was about to give the shout of charge when his movements suddenly froze.

Beneath the helmet, his wide-open eyes reflected a pair of burning golden pupils, filled only with primal fear. His raised arm froze in mid-air, its muscles spasming and twitching from extreme terror, as if nailed to an invisible cross.

"Kakazur".

His voice trembled as he called out that forbidden name.

"Clang!"

A crisp metallic thud shattered the suffocating silence.

It was a soldier's spear that slipped from his hand; the seemingly insignificant sound, however, was like a stone thrown into a stagnant pond, instantly triggering overwhelming fear.

Then came the second, the third… the sound of weapons hitting the ground blended into a desperate rain of metal. The Seleucia soldiers stood frozen in place, as if their souls had been ripped out.

The once well-organized battle line crumbled instantly, as if struck by an invisible giant wave.

"It really is Him!"

"This is the dragon that slaughtered tens of millions of people! God, how can there be such a cruel and bloodthirsty monster in this world!"

"By Amannatha! The God of Destruction! Could the prophecy be true?"

"No, that's enough! I don't want to face Him anymore! He's a being that no mortal can possibly rival!"

Within the Allied forces' positions, thousands of warhorses reared up, throwing their riders off their backs. Soldiers abandoned their armor and weapons, shoving and trampling each other like headless flies, all in an attempt to escape the gaze of those vertical pupils.

Chaotic waves surged across the battlefield, a cacophony of desperate cries and dying wails.

Although the empire's army was affected to some extent, it still maintained its basic formation and did not collapse.

Surrounded by Imperial officers, Dolo clenched his fists, gazing at the chaotic Seleucid army in the distance, and cursed through gritted teeth, "The Seleucids are good for nothing but causing trouble! They've actually been scared out of their wits by the enemy!"

"Then, Marshal, we..."

"There is no need to panic. His Majesty Caesus has been closely monitoring the situation on the battlefield. Now that Kazul has shown up, His Majesty will surely come to the battlefield and defeat him!"

In the distance, Kazur flapped his sky-covering wings and soared into the air, stirring up a scorching gale. As he took flight, countless magma surged into the sky and rained down, forming a fiery rain.

Scorching lava rained down and burning meteorites fell from the sky, crashing into the crowd and causing explosions that brought countless casualties to the Allied forces.

"It's time to end this boring game."

Kazur looked down at the collapsing crowd below, his massive head slightly turned as if observing the futile struggle of these tiny lives.

There was no pity in his eyes, not even the excitement of a typical red dragon slaughtering living beings; there was only a kind of indifferent weariness.

In Kazul's view, these humans were nothing more than disposable materials, no different from soil, sand, and flowing water. They could not be called life at all, and there was no need to waste any emotion on them.

Thousands of years ago, Kazur was like those young, powerful, brutal, and reckless red dragons, burning, killing, looting, and acting wantonly. He enjoyed watching the fearful faces of mortals and relishing their suffering.

This is so childish.

In Kazul's current view, killing millions of people is like stepping on a pile of pebbles. There is no need for anger, pity, or excitement, after all, they were just human beings.

To this day, only one thing can excite this red dragon that has endured countless years, and make its long-dormant heart beat powerfully—that is to be deified, to transcend the existence of matter, and to become a higher level of life.

Deep within Kazul's throat, a molten, dark golden light began to swell and pulsate, each contraction causing the surrounding air to groan under its strain and violently distort the light.

That was the ancient power that had accumulated in Kazur's heart, enough to burn everything and restore order, and the final silence before the final judgment.

Felipe gazed up at the distant red dragon, raised the scepter of calamity, and solemnly pronounced his judgment amidst the rain of fire:
"Praise be to the great Burner, God of Destruction, Ender of the Great Old Ones, Kazul! Behold, the King of the End Times has arrived!"

"He stood silently atop the lava, hovering amidst the dark clouds, his wings like burning banners obscuring the sky, proclaiming the end of the mortal battlefield—all resistance and glory would ultimately turn to ashes in His dragonfire!"

(End of this chapter)