Ember Dragon

The next moment, the phantom of a five-headed dragon emerged from the shattered heart, blocking Kazul's path and shielding him from Kesius's dragonfire.

Kaisius's face instantly contorted with rage as he roared, "Tiamat, do you think you can stop me from killing this red dragon? The Church of the Dragon is about to be destroyed, and your plan has failed!"

Tiamat's five eyes were fixed on Caesus, their gazes filled with greed and mockery.

“Casius, you’re celebrating a little too soon. You truly are my most arrogant and rebellious child, but—”

His gaze suddenly turned icy, and his deep vertical pupils revealed undisguised killing intent. Five-colored divine power shone across the sky, instantly sweeping away Kaisius's dragon flames.

"And the most reckless traitor!"

With a deafening roar and the air crackling, the immense divine power swept across the sky, like a raging storm and towering waves, frantically squeezing the space where Kaisius was, making it hard for him to breathe and causing him to feel a fear that came from the depths of his soul.

"Such exaggerated pressure!"

Kaisius trembled involuntarily and couldn't help but murmur to himself.

This is Tiamat, one of the most powerful dragons in the entire multiverse, the mother goddess of all colored dragons, and the common deity of evil dragonborn—the lord of all scales, the mother of evil dragons, and the queen of the five colors!
When He was in Aphrodite, even though He held the power of the plane and was a god equivalent to the first level of hell, He could only struggle to survive under Tiamat's divine might and trembled in fear.

Even if Tiamat descended in her true form, or even if she were to possess Kazul and descend upon the material plane, she would still be no match for this newly ascended demigod dragon.

Tiamat's phantom became increasingly solid, with expressions of anger, greed, tyranny, and hatred appearing on her five heads, their roars overlapping and intertwining, causing everything to tremble and shudder.

"Casius, you despicable, shameless, and reckless traitor!"

"Decades ago, you grew to your current level under my protection, but once you mastered a little bit of insignificant power, you became arrogant and ungrateful, even betraying the Five-Colored Dragon Clan and sabotaging my plans! You even attempted to end the Dragon Clan's grand blueprint!"

Kaisius sneered, withstanding the overwhelming divine power that rushed towards him, flapping his wings in mid-air, coldly watching the phantom of the five-colored dragon queen, and nodding slightly.

"Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty. After all, cunning, treachery, and betrayal are the fine virtues of our Five-Colored Dragon Clan. It is my honor to betray such a greedy and shameless being as you as I am."

Hearing this, Tiamat became even more enraged: "As expected, you alien dragons are a bunch of failures that should be completely eliminated! I should have noticed the abnormality in your souls when you were born and snapped your necks!"

Kaisius said calmly, "Unfortunately, it's too late now, and—you probably won't have that chance again soon!"

Tiamat's face broke into a sinister smile, and her figure gradually became ethereal: "Kaishus, you're celebrating too soon."

The phantom of the five-headed dragon condensed into divine power, enveloping Kazul. The ancient red dragon immediately let out a wild laugh, flapped its tattered wings, and flew towards Sunset City.

"Kathyus, this will all end! Welcome the arrival of Her Majesty the Dragon Queen!"

Kazur quickly gave chase, unleashing a torrent of dragon flames, but Kazur was protected by Tiamat's divine power and could not be harmed. He soon crashed down in front of the altar in Sunset City.

Although Kazur is now covered in wounds and looks miserable, he still maintains the form of divine power manifested in his body. He is over a thousand meters long and lies prostrate on the ground, like a continuous mountain range next to a town, which looks majestic and magnificent.

Kazul's face was contorted with rage as he bowed his head toward the altar, his voice filled with deep hatred: "Your Majesty, I am ready! Even if it costs me everything, I will kill that despicable traitor—Kaishus!"

At the top of that altar, the Pope of the Church of the Dragon, the former Seleucid King Philip, stood up, spread his arms, and a mechanical expression appeared on his somewhat numb face—excitement, fanaticism, and piety were all insufficient to describe it.

If people look closely at that face, which resembles a sapphire dragon, they will only feel an extraordinary sense of unease, and even a deep sadness emanating from the soul.

"This day has finally come!"

Felipe, in a frenzy, gripped the scepter of calamity with both hands and, under the watchful eyes of countless believers, plunged it violently into his own chest.

Blood gushed from the wound, staining the tip of the scepter crimson with blood and giving it an eerie glow, while the eyes of the dragon-headed statues on it gleamed with a ghostly light.

Thick blood trickled from the corner of Felipe's mouth, yet he continued to chant ancient dragon language incantations in a low voice, his expression one of ecstasy.

"The great five-colored dragon queen, she brings destruction, but she also brings new life!"

"His wingspan blocked out the light of day, and his claws tore at the earth!"

"I pray here with utmost devotion, offering you countless fresh flesh and souls, only asking that you return to the earth and allow the great dragon to once again reign over this world!"

Felipe's blood seemed to be greedily drained from his body by the scepter of calamity. He grew thinner and more hunched over, but his voice became increasingly high-pitched, like that of a fanatical believer who had given his life.

After his final cry of "Praise be to Tiamat!", Felipe collapsed to the ground with a look of relief, his body now a dried-up corpse. The king's remaining soul was completely devoured by Tiamat's divine power.

At this moment, he was finally free, no longer having to watch helplessly as his people struggled and were cruelly slaughtered by the Dragonborn.

The scepter of calamity, however, hovered in mid-air, emitting beams of five colors towards the sky.

Beneath the altar, millions of evil spirits and wronged souls who had died in past sacrifices were wailing mournfully, rising into the sky under the influence of some mighty force, forming a terrifying torrent of souls.

These souls coalesced, forming turbulent dark clouds and a sky full of ashes, which quickly obscured the entire sky, creating a massive vortex of souls.

"O gods!"

"Is there no other way?"

"Is Tiamat really about to descend upon the world?"

The Allied soldiers looked up at the sky, their faces filled with despair, and cried out in terror.

Kaisius, too, stared intently at the dark clouds high in the sky, a sense of tension gripping him, his body trembling slightly. He gritted his teeth, thinking:

"I hope that deal will go smoothly. If Kazul has deceived me, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to abandon everything in the south and flee back to the Imperial territory."

A terrifying wail echoed through the sky, and the entire material plane seemed to tremble at the impending arrival of this being.

Millions of souls were seized by an irresistible suction force, like helpless fireflies, drawn towards a bottomless maw that opened in the dark void—a maw belonging to Tiamat, the goddess of dragons herself. These believers' souls became her first bloody sacrifice as she tore through dimensions and descended upon the material plane, turning to dust amidst horrific chewing sounds, their radiance extinguished in despair deep within the dragon's throat.

"This is."

Kaisius gasped. He knew that the giant maw in the sky was a projection of Tiamat's true form onto the material plane from the outer plane.

And this is only the beginning of the "Descent of Tiamat".

Soon, a terrifying figure descended from the center of the vortex. Its enormous body was boundless and endless, making even the most majestic mountains in the material world appear incredibly small.

Its body, covered in ancient and sinister scales, could stir up ripples in the void with every tiny movement. Its five ferocious dragon heads rose high from its mountain-like body, emitting ear-piercing roars.

"Roar--"

The sound was like muffled thunder, the cries of millions of dead souls, rolling across the entire sky. The sky cracked in response, revealing countless spiderweb-like fissures. Ash and flames poured down like a waterfall, staining the world a filthy crimson.

The barrier between the material plane and the outer plane is cracking at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"This, this is Tiamat!"

"Gods, ascend once more!"

People gazed at the phantom that loomed over the sky and cried out in despair.

Meanwhile, the followers of the Dragon Cult were cheering, crying, dancing, and even fighting each other in a frenzy, because at this moment, the god they believed in had finally descended into the world!
Because the three gods of the Church of the Dragons did not gather together, Tiamat's power was insufficient to completely break through the dimensional barrier, so she could only use Kazul's body as a vessel and descend in the form of a soul.

But in an era in which the gods have been isolated for tens of thousands of years, this is enough for the five-colored dragons to rule the world and usher in a new era.

Tiamat nodded in satisfaction and said with a pleased smile, "Kazul, open your mind and body, my soul will descend soon!"

Kazul remained kneeling before the altar, his head pressed to the ground, his expression one of utmost humility, and whispered, "Your Majesty, it is truly an honor to welcome your arrival."

The cracks in the sky were increasing, and the sky looked like a shattered piece of glass, extremely fragile, as if it could shatter into countless fragments at any moment.

Tiamat's previously somewhat blurry figure became increasingly heavy and solid, no longer like a mirage, and was steadily approaching Kazul, releasing a terrifying pressure.

That is Tiamat's soul. When it completely possesses Kazul's body, the five-colored dragon will truly descend upon the world, ushering in a new era of dragons ruling the land.

Just as that space was about to collapse completely, Kazul suddenly raised his head.

He gazed at the phantom of Tiamat in the sky with an indescribable look, a hint of madness shining through his dark golden vertical pupils, and a wild roar came from his throat.

"Praise be to the great Lord of Flames, the One of Nothingness, the Cleanser of the World—Karrex!"

"I offer my body as a sacrifice, beseeching you to descend upon this world and cleanse it of all its filth with the fire of purification!"

Tiamat in the sky was filled with shock and rage, letting out an incredulous roar: "Damn it, Kazul, what do you think you're doing? Even if you summon that madman, you can't escape the fate of being annihilated!"

"Hehe, my beloved 'Mother Goddess'!"

Kazul grinned miserably and used his thick arms to support himself as he got up from the ground.
He stretched out his clenched claws and opened them, revealing a piece of flesh undulating in his palm—a piece of flesh with divine origin torn from the "Heart of Karax".

"Rather than accepting fate, we should fight for survival and stir up this murky water even more!"

In an instant, countless marks resembling dragon eyes amidst flames suddenly lit up in the corner of the altar, bursting forth with eerie firelight—the emblem of Karix.

Karax's divine origin, the emblem of the Church of Nothingness, the doctrine of world destruction, the call of the Primordial Red Dragon, and the crumbling spatial barrier.
These factors combined were enough to attract the mad dragon god in the noisy tunnel, causing him to compete with Tiamat for ownership of the ancient red dragon's body!

Only through the battle and confrontation between the two gods can Kazul gain a sliver of hope, and even a chance to seize Tiamat's divine position.

This was Kazul's plan, and also the secret deal between Him and Caesus.

In that isolated space, Kazul asked Kaisius to give him a portion of the "Heart of Karexus," which contained the essence of divinity.

In return, Kazul will also give Cassius a portion of Tiamat's Heart, severely injure himself and cause him to be defeated, thus attracting Tiamat's arrival. In the chaos, Kazul will weaken Tiamat and Karix's power, preventing them from descending to the world in their complete form.

It would be of great benefit to Caesus whichever of these two deities suffered a loss.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend.

Having a common enemy and common interests, Kasius didn't mind cooperating with the ancient red dragon who had just been fighting each other, so he readily accepted Kazul's conditions.

"Kazul, you damned madman!"

Tiamat roared in fury, frantically unleashing her divine power to relentlessly assault the dimensional barrier, attempting to quickly seize Kazul's body.

But Kazul simply raised his head with a maniacal laugh, as if to release all the pent-up resentment and humiliation he had endured for millennia, and shouted, "Mother Goddess, how is the gift I gave you? Are you satisfied?"

"Kazur! I will subject your soul to eternal torment!" Tiamat's roar echoed through the sky.

"Roar--"

Accompanied by an endless gale, a furious roar came from the distant sky, containing pure power and destruction.

A crimson figure, more imposing than a mountain, appeared high in the sky, bringing with it a raging torrent of dragon flames, as if it would burn the entire world to ashes.

What is most striking are those eyes, like stars from the abyss, radiating a mad and chaotic light that recklessly distorts everything around them.

Lord of Flames, the Nothingness, the World Purifier Karex—has descended upon the world! (End of Chapter)