Chapter 329 – Red and Silver (II)
With a violent surge of spatial distortion, several rifts tore open within the clouds behind Oszedro.
“Elder… is it him?”
“Could this be the Evil Dragon who ravaged the Northern Regions?”
“We shall defend this peace—by Melward’s name!”
One by one, the Silver Dragons emerged from the swirling mist, hovering in formation behind the Ancient Silver Dragon. Their unified, resonant roars—pulsing with immense Aura—rang out like a hymn of loyalty, bolstering their revered elder.
Their silver wings flared wide, scattering radiant light across the sky like rippling water.
Above them, Cloud Giants and Storm Giants stood firm upon the storm-laden clouds, their powerful spell-like abilities manipulating the weather around them, maintaining a realm of biting cold winds to repel the Red Dragon’s scorching influence.
“Your Highness, the House of Faria has come to aid you!”
“Roar! Shameless Metal Dragon!”
“Master, that silver-skinned beast is utterly arrogant! Let’s teach him a lesson!”
Behind the Red Dragon, thirteen ferocious Blue Dragons from the House of Faria—led by Christina—arrived in swift succession. And rising from the clouds, a colossal Ancestral White Dragon named Tinia unfurled her wings, her presence alone commanding awe.
The Five-Colored Malevolent Dragons surged forward in unison, heads raised high, jaws wide open in thunderous roars. Their Auras burned with equal ferocity to those of their silver counterparts.
Behind them, hundreds of two-headed dragons flapped their wings chaotically, their shrill, guttural cries echoing through the heavens.
The Red and Silver Dragons faced off across the void, each backed by their own familiars and the realms they commanded.
This was no longer merely a war between the Kingdom of Ashen and the Northern Union Kingdom—it had become a miniature reenactment of the legendary “Dragonfall War” between Metal Dragons and the Five-Colored Dragons.
Two apex beings of the Material Plane locked eyes. In their gazes, only each other existed. Everything else—mere background noise, trivial distractions, irrelevant scenery.
“This is Oszedro…”
“Not disappointing. A formidable foe indeed.”
Kai Xiusu spread his wings, his pale golden vertical pupils fixed unwaveringly on the massive Silver Dragon.
【Silver Wings – Oszedro】
Challenge Rating: 25 (75,000 experience points)
The most powerful opponent he had ever faced in direct confrontation.
The Ancient Silver Dragon stretched over thirty meters in length—nearly reaching the absolute peak of its kind. Even in the Red Dragon’s preferred realm of brute physical combat, Oszedro would not be easily bested. Magic? Even less so.
A closer look revealed that every scale of the dragon was etched with intricate magical runes, forming hundreds of layered spells across its body.
This was Oszedro’s “Spell Armor Classcumulator”—a defense built over millennia, painstakingly carved and accumulated. To most dragons, such obsession would be madness. But for this Ancient Silver Dragon, it was a source of joy.
His claws were wrapped in rings of magic, and his wrists bore bracelets forged of mithril.
Along his silver spine and the gaps between the scales on his underbelly, glittering gemstones sparkled—life-saving crystals, strategically placed to shield vital organs from fatal blows.
But most striking of all was the chest.
A metal disc, fastened by a ribbon passing through his front limbs, sat proudly over his heart. Twelve differently colored magical stones encircled the disc’s edge, while its center bore the Pattern of Stars and Nebulae—the sacred sigil of “Lord of the Northern Wind,” Bahamut.
“Armed to the teeth” was an understatement for this Ancient Silver Dragon.
He truly was.
A complex metal device—the so-called “Dragon’s Jaw”—was clamped into his maw. Silver fangs, each imbued with the Sharp Fang Spell, jutted outward, their tips glowing with an aura capable of piercing protective wards.
Before this heavily armed, imposing figure, even Kai Xiusu—usually proud of his own vast wealth—felt a pang of shame, acutely aware of how meager his collection of merely a few Legendary Gear truly was.
Above the clouds, Oszedro’s smooth, polished face bore a solemn expression.
“Dragon Prince… Kai Xiusu.”
He studied the distant Red Dragon. His water-silver eyes flickered with shifting magical runes, betraying a flicker of genuine admiration—pure, unfiltered awe for raw Dragon Strength.
Even as a natural enemy of Red Dragons, Oszedro could not deny it: in his entire thousand-year existence, few dragons had matched this Red Dragon’s might.
The beast’s body, colossal like that of an ancient Red Dragon, was nearly identical in size. And in form, its thick, muscle-woven frame appeared even more powerful.
A staggering vitality radiated from its body. Four monstrous horns spiraled upward from its skull. The Dragon Crystal embedded in its chest pulsed with terrifying energy. The faint Bloodline Pressure emanating from it was reminiscent of the ancestral dragons of old.
But still, he was young.
The Red Dragon bore only a few Legendary-grade items—something that stirred a quiet sense of superiority in the Ancient Silver Dragon. The dragon’s instinctive desire to compete over wealth was momentarily sated.
He was poor.
But that wasn’t the point.
Oszedro could scarcely believe this was a dragon still in youth—or even younger. Yet the truth stood before him. He could even feel the beast’s scorching breath.
“The Divine Oracle of King Bahamut was not mistaken. This is a Hybrid Dragon of infinite potential.”
“Such a one must not fall into Tiamat’s hands!”
“Otherwise… it would be a catastrophe for all Metal Dragons—and for every being of Good and Order across the Prime Material Plane!”
The Ancient Silver Dragon’s gaze hardened. His water-silver eyes churned like storm-tossed seas.
A thunderous roar erupted from his throat—sharp, commanding, and filled with righteous fury. All present stiffened.
“Brutal and savage Red Dragon!”
“Fate granted you immense strength—yet you squander it!”
“For your selfish ambition, you shattered the Thousand-Year-Old Pact between Humans and Dragons. You upended the Balance of the Prime Material Plane. You have threatened the Peace and Stability of all Ailezegai.”
“Therefore, I—by the name of Lord of the Northern Wind—”
But his speech was cut short by the crisp sound of applause.
Then, a calm voice.
“Well said.”
“Truly, the famed ‘Silver Wings’ Oszedro… your hypocrisy is nothing short of astonishing.”
Kai Xiusu smirked, revealing a grin so sharp it looked feral.
“So… tell me—who started this war?”
His voice grew fiercer. The power of 【Charmer】—amplified by Supernatural Charisma so potent it could warp reality—flared to life.
“Who launched a treacherous ambush on the kingdom’s caravans?”
“Who sent tens of thousands of troops to roam freely within the kingdom’s borders, calling it ‘First Line Defense’?”
“And who, again, has exploited the people’s wealth, forced conscription, and forged military alliances—single-handedly igniting this massive war?”
“You…”
The barrage of questions left even Oszedro momentarily speechless. On the ground, the humans began to question everything—doubting the very legitimacy of the war.
But Kai Xiusu exhaled a sulfurous breath, hot and pungent, and continued.
“Since you refuse to answer, allow me to do it for you. The one responsible… is the Northern Union Kingdom. More precisely—those in power: the Bosk Family and the Northern Nobility.”
Oszedro sneered.
“Lies! If the Northern Regions hadn’t struck first, would you and your Monster Kingdom have stopped your expansion? Are the weapons you’ve forged—destructive, unnatural things—only for defense?”
Yet, after a thousand years of life, the Silver Dragon was no stranger to deception. His resilience, his adaptability, and his thick-skinned hypocrisy were unmatched.
Kai Xiusu burst into laughter.
“Hahahaha! Of course not. The Northern Regions are still home to countless people suffering under Noble Cruelty. They await the kingdom’s arrival—longing for freedom, for a Brand-New Beautiful World!”
“New World?” Oszedro snarled.
“Lies! Your ‘New World’ is nothing but endless gunsmoke, corpses piled high on wastelands, and endless bloodshed!”
The Silver Dragon roared. His voice, laced with magical power, sent visions flashing into the minds of all present—images of the Kingdom of Ashen crushing allied forces, the ground torn apart by craters.
“No,” Kai Xiusu murmured, gently shaking his head. His golden eyes burned like embers.
“That is the price of forging a New Order.”
(End of Chapter)
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