Chapter 330: Red and Silver (3)
“Not bad for a Filthy Offspring of Tiamat—truly, you’ve inherited His gift for slick rhetoric and twisting truth!”
“In my long existence, I’ve fought countless Five-Colored Dragons. And in the end, I’ve learned one thing—”
Oszedro locked eyes with the Red Dragon, his gaze sharpening with unyielding animosity:
“For creatures like you, bloodline descendants of Tiamat, all劝导 is wasted breath. Only the purest Strength can force your Submission! Only then will you recognize your errors, and return to the righteous path of the Northern Lord!”
“Roar—!”
Oszedro bellowed once more, flaring his bright silver broad wings. The surrounding hurricane intensified, and a frigid hailstorm lashed toward the Red Dragon.
This was merely a probing strike—but to any Mortal Entity, it was a death sentence. Even the Lionheart Knights would have frozen into Ice Statues under such a storm.
“Hah, arrogant old Home-bred fool—”
“Is that how you fight when you can’t win an argument? By brute force?”
Kai Xiusu sneered, roaring as he surged forward without retreat, unfurling his wings in midair and summoning a scorching hurricane.
With a faint pulse from the Dragon Crystal in his chest, the Red Dragon opened its maw and unleashed a column of searing flame—ripping through the icy tempest in an instant, hurtling straight toward the Silver Dragon’s True Form.
“Brutal Red Dragon! You will Experience the true might of Arcane Power!”
Oszedro hovered motionless, his Spell-Eating form pulsing as crackling magical runes flared across his body. The rare Magical Equipment adorning him shimmered in response.
Spells erupted in rapid succession—Alik Protection Field, Nezran Sapphire Shield, Aberka Emerald Power Shield—each reinforcing his sleek, silver scales with dazzling, kaleidoscopic light.
The Ancient Silver Dragon looked like a colossal neon globe, blinding onlookers. Even the nearby Players gasped, exclaiming, “Light pollution!”
Yet this was, perhaps, the proper spectacle of a true Powerhouse Spellcaster.
And Kai Xiusu was no different.
Though he bore no Magic Scroll etched into his scales, the Red Dragon still unleashed Heaven’s Judgment Dragon Eye, Dragon’s Justice, and Graceful as a Dragon—firing them off via Metamagic: Instant Casting. A star-like shimmer danced across his form, and a colossal Arcane Surge churned around him, sending shockwaves through the Weave of Magic.
Though lacking the flamboyant spectacle, under the full might of his True Red Dragon Form, his Aura stood equal—unyielding, overwhelming.
Kai Xiusu spread his wings and dove, streaking toward the Silver Dragon at breakneck speed, unleashing incandescent white flame as he closed in.
“Boom!”
The Red Dragon’s breath tore through multiple spell shields—but just before it could strike the Silver Dragon’s scales, it slammed into a translucent barrier of ice, shattered.
Under the extreme heat, the ice sublimated instantly into vapor, releasing thick, dense white fog that billowed from the barrier. Yet the breath could not break through.
But Oszedro wasn’t defenseless. He seized the moment to counter.
“Diamond Stars!”
A long, echoing Dragon Tongue split the sky, and streaks of icy, bone-like white stars shot down like meteors—aimed straight at the Red Dragon, still unleashing its breath.
Yet Kai Xiusu had already predicted the spell’s arrival through Heaven’s Judgment Dragon Eye.
With the impossible speed granted by Graceful as a Dragon, he merely flicked his wings—vanishing in a blur, instantly vanishing hundreds of meters away.
The falling stars pursued, but no matter how fast they moved, they couldn’t catch up to the Red Dragon’s terrifying velocity. They crashed helplessly into the ground.
“Boom!”
The earth erupted into towering ice mountains. Had Oszedro not restrained his power, the impact would have frozen dozens of allied soldiers on the spot.
“How… how fast was that?!”
Oszedro’s eyes locked onto the crimson streak in the sky, disbelief etched into his face.
In his memory, Red Dragons were formidable in raw physical power—but clumsy, brutish, easily outmaneuvered by high-tier spellcasters like himself.
Yet this “Dragon Prince” was impossibly fast. Ordinary spells could not even scratch him.
Yet Oszedro did not falter.
He raised his mithril staff, inlaid with a strange, starry gem resembling an Astral Void, and erupted with dazzling spell light. Frost, Hurricane, Radiance—each spell unleashed in rapid succession, magic energy spilling into the air like a storm.
Meanwhile, Kai Xiusu was wreathed in fire and lightning, countering every spell the Ancient Silver Dragon cast. He became a crimson blur, spiraling around his foe at terrifying speed, searching for an opening to close the distance and engage in hand-to-hand combat.
Above, the wasteland was shrouded in thick, rolling white fog—so dense it obscured the battlefield entirely.
Below, on the ground, people could only see ghostly silhouettes moving through the mist, hear the howling wind, the thunderous roars of dragons, the crackling of lightning.
The entire wasteland trembled.
“What… is this kind of battle?”
“How could such beings exist?”
“This… is too terrifying. We must leave—now!”
This was only a single probe. Yet the spectacle dwarfed the earlier clash of ten thousand soldiers. The onlookers stared in horror at the miraculous, towering ice mountains rising from the earth, their faces twisted with fear and disbelief.
For the first time, the people of the Northern Regions—long accustomed to the Magical Wasteland—had witnessed a battle of such scale. And this was only the beginning.
“Is this your pride? Throwing Pain at your own allies?”
Kai Xiusu mocked without mercy.
He threw back his head and let out a long, echoing roar. Hundreds of small, blazing volcanic rocks shot toward the Silver Dragon, followed by a torrent of volcanic ash and smoke.
“Such a spell—dare you display it before me?”
Oszedro snarled, his frost necklace pulsing with endless cold. The wave of energy swept across the sky, instantly freezing the volcanic rocks and ash midair—turning them into hailstones that rained down like a deadly storm.
The Silver Dragon rose into the air, instinctively opening its maw to unleash a counterbreath.
But hidden within the veil of volcanic ash was a subtle, almost invisible energy beam—firing straight at the Silver Dragon’s back.
That was Kai Xiusu’s true killing blow.
It was Magic Wastage—
And not just any version.
Enhanced by Metamagic, escalated through a 9th-level spell slot, this was a Great Disintegration Spell.
“Great Disintegration Spell?!”
Oszedro’s face twisted in horror.
Even with multiple warning spells active and protective wards in place, the Ancient Silver Dragon’s massive, unwieldy frame couldn’t dodge in time. He could only brace himself and take the hit head-on.
The beam struck.
It tore through multiple shields in an instant, creating a vast Anti-Magic Field that engulfed half his body.
Hundreds of magical runes across his scales dimmed instantly. The precious rings and necklaces he cherished dulled as if coated in dust—some cracked apart, crumbling into fine, lifeless powder.
Oszedro’s expression darkened.
For a Dragon, even a lawful good Metal Dragon, there was nothing more infuriating than the destruction of its treasures.
And this Red Dragon had not only shattered his defenses—but ruined his meticulously crafted magical scales.
“No—cunning Red Dragon!”
But Kai Xiusu felt nothing but satisfaction.
A surge of Schadenfreude flooded his heart.
Now, the old Silver Dragon might not be as wealthy as he once was.
(End of Chapter)
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