Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"No——"

The ancient golden dragon flapped its wings violently, waved the scepter in its claws, and let out a long and sad howl: "Evil dragon! You actually killed Duke Walter like this, killed such an existence that upholds kindness and justice!

Heroes will never be forgotten, and 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, mixed with the power of various elements, and shot straight at the red dragon in the distance.

"Boom!"

Casius stretched out his right claw, created a vortex of magic, and easily absorbed all the energy of the rainbow light. He also sneered: "He wanted to kill me, so I killed him. Isn't this really fair?

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

"What's more, he came here to seek death. He even unlocked the source of divine power by himself. I didn't force him to do it." The red dragon picked up the beating 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 divine power from it and swallowed it into his stomach. The chaotic fire in his body decomposed the power, and the fire of order reorganized them into Cassius' own power.

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

The majestic and hot sun power poured into the red dragon's belly, filling his body, making him utter a happy and satisfied moan. Cassius even closed his eyes, as if he was savoring the taste of this power.

In the eyes of Walter's allies, this is tantamount to cannibalizing the remains of dead comrades in front of them. This is a naked humiliation!

You, you will pay the price! "The ancient golden dragon's voice was trembling because of extreme sadness and anger.

"Sinner."

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

"In the name of heaven, I will give you the final judgment, so that the dead heroes can rest in peace.

Remember, the battle is not over yet! Although there will be sacrifices on the road of light, justice and order will eventually win!"

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

The golden dragon flapped its wings, soared into the air, and roared: "Duke Walter was deceived by this cunning red dragon, so he lost his life! There is no need to follow any rules to deal with such a guy!

Sir Barachiel, let's go together this time, don't give this despicable villain any chance! "

Casius also flapped his dragon wings, climbing thousands of meters in an instant, and did not forget to let out a wild laugh: "Can't you finally show your true face?

Hahaha, then let the whole of Fianso 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, and Barachiel did not continue to respond, but responded with the heavenly lightning that covered the sky, and then slashed with the star-lit long sword.

However, the red dragon easily dodged it with just a sideways turn, and spit out a raging dragon flame, turning half of the sky into a sea of ​​flames and smoke.

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

The two completely different elemental forces collided, confronted, and merged with each other, forming a constantly surging gorgeous cloud, in which sometimes the flames raged, and sometimes lightning and thunder.

"Sword of the Sub-Sky! "

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

"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 those lightsabers.

When Barachiel looked around with true vision, he did not find any trace of the red dragon, and he did not notice that above his head, the flames quickly condensed into the shape of a giant dragon.

"Be careful above your head! "Titus shouted anxiously, flapping his wings as if he wanted to come to the rescue, but the red dragon smiled contemptuously, stretched out his claws, and a thick pillar of fire blasted the golden dragon away.

Casius swooped down from the sky, with terrible flames accumulating in his mouth, and was about to pierce the holy incarnation from the top of his head.

Barachiel suddenly folded his wings and raised the long 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 100 meters.

[Holy Shield of Heaven]

"Boom--"

Dragon flames poured out of Cassius' mouth, but were blocked by the silver round shield and could not penetrate any further.

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

"Ah--"

Cassius could only let out a long roar, waved his dragon wings, and suddenly turned around, hiding 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 became somewhat embarrassed. The huge wings covered with white feathers became tattered and covered with burn marks. The violet robe decorated with stars became ragged and torn.

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

The most miserable appearance was the ancient golden dragon Titus. The scales that originally shone with light were now dim, with burn marks everywhere and mottled blood stains. Its wings were torn like a piece of rag, and its torso was also scarred.

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

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

At this moment, the battlefield in the sky had become extremely chaotic. Various powerful spells were intertwined in it, and various gorgeous spell lights were dazzling.

The surrounding magic net was almost tangled up by this terrible battle, and the space in this material world became extremely fragile and shaky.

Not to mention high-level spells, even those top spells of eight and nine rings were thrown out desperately as if they were free, just to cause a little hindrance to the opponent, and they often failed to take effect.

And those huge figures shuttled through it, fighting endlessly, appearing and disappearing from time to time, often only revealing a scale and a claw.

On the ground, the great wizard Zalan slowly opened his eyes under the anxious calls of his subordinates and the continuous spell treatment, but saw the chaotic sky at a glance.

The sky was covered by rolling clouds, emitting terrible energy fluctuations, and those powerful beings were fighting in it. Every fight was a natural disaster.

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

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, his expression suddenly stagnated, and his tone became anxious: "Oh, 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..."

The mage was silent for a moment, and shook his head palely: "My lord, you are not wrong. It's just that the sun, or Duke Walter, has fallen."

After that, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the distance, and Zalan also looked in the direction of the other party's finger and was stunned.

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

His body was still emitting a blazing light, burning a huge black pit on the ground. No one dared to approach it - it was none other than the corpse of Duke Walter, whom Zalan knew well.

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

"Come quickly!"

"Lord Zalan has fainted again!"

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

The crowd around was in chaos again, and more people looked up at the battlefield in the sky and prayed secretly.

In the face of such a catastrophic power, they seemed to have no ability to choose their own destiny and could only wait for arrangements.

"Boom!"

Casius manipulated the violent fire element, creating a hundred-meter-long giant flaming claw, and actually grasped the star-lit long sword.

The raging flames spread rapidly along the blade, burning the arm made of heavenly light crazily.

The red dragon spit out a 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: "Stupid evil dragon! If it were in the Silver Heaven, your dragon head would have become a decoration in Malhvik Castle!"

"Roar--"

Taking this opportunity, the golden dragon roared and flew from behind. He ignored his scarred body and pounced on the red dragon with his teeth and claws.

However, Cassius didn't even look at it, but just casually swept it with his tail. The golden dragon, which was too big for him, wailed and was thrown away, and another scar was added to its chest.

"Ridiculous sneak attack!"

Casius waved his dragon wings, raising a hot wind, instantly pulling away, and came thousands of meters away, confronting Barachiel and the golden dragon.

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

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

The original image of "Dawn Dragon" and "Wings of Dawn" was already glorious and majestic enough, so what about the deeds of "risking his life to fight the red dragon and avenge his best friend"?

Cassius didn't believe that with these glorious deeds, he couldn't infiltrate those righteous forces, win their trust, and become a high-ranking member of these forces.

"But soon. Today's scene can be finished." Cassius smiled grimly and thought to himself.

The red dragon turned to look at Barachiel again. In just a few minutes, under the light of heaven, the flawless body was restored to its original state, without any sign of decline.

For Cassius, this was indeed a difficult enemy.

As the Lord of Silver Heaven Lucia and a member of the Seven Fierce Society of Heaven Mountain, Barachiel's power came from Heaven Mountain, or more precisely, from Silver Heaven.

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

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

No wonder Barachiel is so arrogant and so confident in supporting Duke Walter. For the creatures in the material world, He is simply an invincible existence.

Although Cassius's ancestral dragon constitution gave him a strong recovery ability, it was obviously irrational to fight for consumption with an entire outer plane - only the native red dragons with muscles and magma flowing in their heads could do such a thing.

Cassius knew that he had to seize the opportunity to kill with one blow to avoid falling into a bad positional battle, otherwise he would be the first to be exhausted.

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

Those heavenly lights also made Cassius feel extremely disgusted. The spells released would be soothed by the power of order, and even the flames of chaos would find it difficult to consume them. Even if they caused wounds, they would recover quickly.

- As an outer plane representing order and justice, Mount Heaven was born to restrain all chaotic existence, especially the abyss demons.

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 ability to cast spells like a legendary warlock, and the blood of the ancestral dragon.

After several battles that shocked the world, these were basically known by all the top masters and were already semi-public secrets.

But they did not 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 naturally opposed, like water and fire, and no one could have imagined that these special features would appear in the same individual.

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