Chapter 181: The Fall of the Frost (Part 1)
“Frost Plague Descends!”
“Long Live the Kingdom of Ashen!”
The battlefield grew ever more chaotic. The armies of the Kingdom of Ashen clashed violently with the Frost Giant forces—echoes of the ancient war between dragons and giants reborn, a brutal reenactment of ages past. Ashenkin, bearing the bloodline of the Red Dragon, and Frost Giants, heirs to the ancient Giant blood, tore into one another with raw, primal strength forged deep within their very essence.
“It’s time to end this.”
Kai Xiusu stood atop the mountain, surveying the carnage below with cold, calculating eyes. The Human Noble long overlooked by the giants now radiated a shimmering Arcane Radiance. His body surged outward, expanding rapidly—until he stood fully transformed, a towering twenty-meter True Form: a true Red Dragon.
Yet Kai Xiusu did not charge into the fray. Instead, storm-like currents of arcane energy churned within him. Dozens of pre-emptive spells, honed and ready, erupted simultaneously under the power of Supreme Magic Effect:
Heaven’s Judgment Dragon Eye
Graceful as a Dragon
Energy Scales
Immortal Scales
Protection from Energy Damage
Enhance Attribute
Greater Shield Spell
A dazzling cascade of spell auras flared across the Red Dragon’s form, their brilliance flashing in dazzling succession, each one amplifying the other. The sheer density of magical energy made the air crackle, a spectacle of overwhelming might.
This was the true power of a True Dragon Mage—enhanced tenfold by the Red Dragon’s vast arsenal of magical equipment. The spell strength emanating from his body was nothing short of astronomical.
“Roar—!”
A deep, resonant Dragon Roar echoed from the peak.
Every soldier—Ashenkin and Frost Giant alike—lifted their heads in awe.
Their reactions varied wildly: some trembled with exhilaration, as if witnessing the descent of a god; others were gripped by dread, terror clawing at their hearts.
Even Baya, usually reckless and bold, stared in stunned silence.
“How… how could Anzeta possess something like this? Only sixty years have passed…”
The Frost Giant Priest trembled, whispering prayers.
“Solem above… is this truly a dragon of the Third Age?”
Perched high above, the Red Dragon slowly unfurled his wings. Between the crown-like retracted horns, a phantom Golden Vertical Pupil hung suspended in midair—featureless yet all-seeing, as though it could pierce through the veil of reality itself. Any sentient being who met its gaze felt an icy chill crawl down their spine.
His massive, powerful frame was armored in golden-red interwoven scales, shimmering like molten metal. Around him, star-like fragments of energy pulsed like shards of frozen light. A layer of crackling lightning coated his body, and the air itself seemed to tremble under the weight of his presence. Each beat of his wings sent forth thunderous cracks, roaring flames, and the sky itself bent to his will—rolling steam clouds following in his wake.
“Foolish Frost Giants.”
“You shall lose not only your ancestral glory… but everything that lies ahead.”
With those final words, Kai Xiusu shot across the sky—shattering the image of the Red Dragon as merely strong and lumbering. This dragon moved with terrifying speed, a blur of crimson fury.
Shriiiiiip—
The air split apart with a scream.
The twenty-meter form of the Red Dragon became a streak of red lightning, diving like a surgical blade through the heavens. Before the Frost Giants could recover from their shock, he plunged into their ranks.
Kai Xiusu carved through them like a storm through dry reeds. Any giant who dared to strike him was instantly engulfed in searing thunderbolts and roaring fire. His body flickered and melted into a torrent of lightning and flame—a living cataclysm.
Frost Giants hurled spears, hand axes, even venomous arrows—weapons deadly to the Hunting White Dragon. But against Kai Xiusu’s layered spell defenses, they were futile. Most shattered mid-air, deflected by the relentless wards.
In the span of a single breath, the Red Dragon’s charge claimed the lives of at least a dozen Frost Giant warriors.
This one-sided massacre was beyond comprehension for a race long accustomed to crushing their enemies beneath their feet.
Clang—
Another sharp clash.
Dolo’s Bloodfire Battle Axe shattered completely. He staggered under Kasa’s next blow, barely dodging a fatal cleave.
Yet he didn’t falter. Instead, he laughed—a wild, triumphant cackle.
“Hahahaha! You overgrown fools! I told you—Master wouldn’t leave you alive!”
“Even if you kill me, you’ll be wiped from existence!”
Kasa gripped his Frost Roar tighter, eyes fixed on the battlefield. He stared at the Red Dragon, now a deathly figure among the Frost Giant ranks—slashing through their lines like a reaper.
But to Dolo’s surprise, the Frost Giants showed no fear. No panic. No despair.
Instead, their faces were alight with bloodlust.
Kasa grinned fiercely, lifting the Frost Roar. He even licked the blood trickling from his lip.
“So… it’s finally time.”
“Do you know…?”
“Besides ‘Bonebreaker,’ I have another name?”
Dolo narrowed his eyes, wary. “What?”
“The Son of Winter.”
Kasa ran his fingers along the Frost Roar’s bloodstained metal sheath. Then, with brutal force, he tore it away—revealing the weapon beneath. A pure, crystalline axe, forged from solid ice, glowing with an inner light. It pulsed with an unimaginable magical strength.
Solem—the Frost Giant God of Cold—had vanished with the fall of the ancient giant empire. Yet before his long slumber, the protective deity had split his divine essence into hundreds of fragments, bestowing them upon his surviving descendants. The axe in Kasa’s hands was one of those fragments—pure, eternal Frost Power, untouched by time.
His eyes flared with icy fire. A freezing aura erupted from him, a halo of glacial light. He stood now like a demigod among men.
Though Frost Giant blood ran cold, their hearts burned with fire.
Kasa roared toward the sky.
“Red Dragon! Your flashy spells mean nothing to the mighty Frost Giant warrior!”
“By the name of Solem—Father of Frost Giants—I grant you eternal death!”
“Your mighty body will be frozen solid, then crushed to dust!”
“Your skull shall hang in my Hall of Honor—my most prized trophy!”
As he roared, the wind itself answered—howling in fury. A violent blizzard surged forth, lifting him into the air. The Frost Giant Priests chanted ancient incantations, weaving powerful blessings into the storm, amplifying its wrath.
The wind screamed—sharp, piercing, echoing with a primal call from the wilds of creation itself. A voice that seemed to whisper from the void.
“Do you hear it?”
“The Father God has heard your name. Your time is short, Red Dragon!”
Kasa tilted his head, feigning to listen—then laughed aloud, riding the blizzard into the sky.
As a true Frost Giant—perhaps even a chosen vessel of Solem—his mastery over the cold wind surpassed Oliver’s half-hearted efforts. The storm around him was no mere tempest. It was a weapon. Hidden within its fury were countless ice spikes, each saturated with concentrated Eternal Frost Power.
Even Kai Xiusu, at his peak, would suffer grievous harm if caught in a full blast.
(End of Chapter)
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