Chapter 336: Dragon's Wrath
And in the grandest clash of all—this pure, elemental collision of Dragon Breath—Kai Xiusu began to falter, gradually falling behind.
"Boom——"
The Silver Dragon’s breath pulsed with a thread of Bahamut’s Divine Power—a force of absolute order, sacred and unyielding, the very essence of the Lord of the Northern Wind. That thread of divine order suppressed the Red Dragon’s Primordial Breath, dampening the violent magical fission. The blazing blue-white fire dimmed, while the extreme cold quieted space and time around them.
The epicenter of the clash descended toward the ground. The pure white breath drew ever closer to Kai Xiusu.
If this trend continued—
The Red Dragon might be swallowed by Bahamut’s Breath, stripped of all identity, passively subjected to total Purification.
Yet on Kai Xiusu’s monstrous draconic face, no fear stirred. Instead, his pale golden eyes blazed with euphoric ecstasy. His entire body trembled with raw excitement. Within his dragon form, the basal vessels surged with intense flame-light.
"Zizizizi—"
A crackling, burning sound echoed as a deep crimson hue flared within the Red Dragon’s chest, deep within the Dragon Crystal—like blood spilled across stone. Beneath the hardened scales, Bloodlight flickered to life.
Then, the red spread—racing up the breath itself.
It was the ultimate Divine Power of Chaos and annihilation—the Purifying Flame of Karex.
【Chaos Breath】
Kai Xiusu had pushed himself to the limit, suppressing his mind for days, even refraining from massacre, all to resist the influence of the Heart of Karex. But now, in the grip of a life-or-death struggle, when strength met strength and he stood on the edge of defeat—
That intoxicating, overwhelming power surged forth uncontrollably.
"Boom!"
Another explosion of experience roared through the sky. The deep crimson flame of Chaos shattered Bahamut’s Breath of Order, tearing apart the balance. The column of fire tore through the icy cascade, then violently reversed it, hurling it back.
Oszedro’s expression twisted in shock.
Bloodshot veins surged across Kai Xiusu’s pale golden vertical pupils. A euphoric smile curled at his lips. Bloodlight now flared across his body.
With a mighty sweep, the Red Dragon unfurled his vast wings, summoning a wild hurricane. Yet even as he unleashed a torrent of intense heat, his massive form rose into the air, slowly ascending toward the ancient Silver Dragon above.
Kai Xiusu gazed up at the silver dragon, stunned and wide-eyed, a single thought echoing in his mind.
Kill him.
Kill him.
Kill him.
Only then would he gain greater strength—and that ultimate, intoxicating ecstasy.
The Dragon Horde engaged in the battle took notice of the shift. Blue Dragons lifted their heads, letting out long, triumphant roars, their voices brimming with excitement.
"Master Kai Xiusu!"
"He’s winning!"
"No wonder he’s the 'Dragon Prince'—even an Ancient Silver Dragon stands no chance before him!"
"Oszedro should’ve died long ago!"
"Kill him! Tear that old relic apart!"
Christina’s eyes burned with worship. Her aura flared violently. With a single claw, she knocked the Silver Dragon before her to the ground.
"No… no, no…"
Olivia, hanging midair, shook her head frantically. Tears welled in her eyes. Her voice was a whisper of despair.
As she watched the Red Dragon, now spewing Chaos Flame, draw ever closer, memories flooded back—the terrifying, destructive gaze, the unbearable past she could never forget.
She knew what this meant.
—Kai Xiusu was about to be consumed by power, reduced to a beast of pure destruction.
"Roar——"
Kai Xiusu continued flapping his wings, advancing relentlessly. He was now less than a hundred meters from the ancient silver dragon.
His heart burned with fire, thudding like a war drum. It seemed to cheer, ecstatic, at the prospect of hunting a mighty prey.
The burning Chaos Flame finally devoured the white ice cascade, transforming the sky into a kingdom of fire.
Scorched embers rained down upon Oszedro, searing his silver body. Jagged, dot-like scars bloomed across his form, and the stench of burnt flesh filled the air.
The Divine Power of destruction and chaos warped the local weave of magic, triggering chaotic spell surges. The Spell-Eating Dragon could no longer cast a single spell. He struggled to stay airborne.
Now, the ancient Silver Dragon looked battered and broken—pitiful in his state.
His ragged, tattered wings labored in the wind, the torn edges whistling harshly like broken reeds.
"Aaargh!"
Oszedro let out a piercing cry.
At his chest, the metal disc slowly rotated, rising into the air, glowing with sacred radiance. It formed a shield before him—expanding to a hundred meters in diameter.
But the Red Dragon roared with wild fury, undeterred. Wrapping himself in Chaos Flame, he charged again and again into the disc.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The Chaos Flame burned fiercely upon its surface, eroding the remnants of divine order. One by one, cracks spread like spiderwebs across the disc’s center—until, with a sharp crack, it shattered into countless silver shards.
The sacred gem—the symbol of Bahamut’s favor, Bahamut’s Wind—fell like a dying star, plummeting to the earth.
"I’ll kill you!"
Kai Xiusu bellowed, breaking through the final resistance, lunging directly at Oszedro. Deep within his throat, the crimson flame gathered once more.
At the brink of death, Oszedro grew calm.
His water-like silver eyes reflected the charging Red Dragon, utterly still. Then, a deep sigh escaped him.
The ancient Silver Dragon began to reflect on his life—over a thousand years lived, countless trials endured. In time, he had grown hypocritical, corrupted. To meet his end in a glorious, majestic battle, one last act of grandeur… perhaps that was not such a bad way to go.
This is acceptable, he thought.
"No—!"
"Stop! Kai Xiusu! That’s not you!"
"Don’t let that power consume you!"
Olivia screamed, flapping her wings desperately, trying to dive forward. But the hurricane born of their clash tore through the air, throwing her—over ten meters long—off balance. She tumbled wildly, struggling just to maintain flight.
She couldn’t stop the Red Dragon.
Yet her effort was not in vain.
The Red Dragon heard her.
In the mind drowning in the desire to destroy, a single sliver of reason flickered—faint, but present. It wasn’t solely due to the Silver Dragon’s influence. It was the result of months of relentless effort—Kai Xiusu’s constant search for methods to preserve his will, the slow construction of a mental citadel.
And Olivia’s cry had triggered that automatic defense mechanism.
"This Ancient Silver Dragon is Bahamut’s Divine Chosen, Elder of Melward."
"Kill him, and you break with Bahamut. You declare war on all Metal Dragons. You cut off every path home—leaving only the embrace of Tiamat."
The last rational thought warned: Do not kill Oszedro.
But the will of the Heart of Karex surged within him, clawing for control, awakening the bloodline’s ancient thirst for massacre and destruction.
"Kill him!"
"I will gain supreme might!"
The Chaos Flame roared in the Red Dragon’s throat, poised to erupt—reducing the ancient Silver Dragon to ash.
At the final instant, Kai Xiusu’s gaze flickered. He tilted his head slightly. The deep crimson flame swept past the Silver Dragon’s heart—piercing through its left wing instead.
"Aaaah!"
Oszedro screamed in agony.
His vast left wing was instantly consumed by flame. The crimson Chaos Flame crept along the limb, devouring flesh and bone, spreading toward his body.
The great Ancient Silver Dragon plummeted from the sky, lifeless and broken.
The severed limb, laced with Chaos Divinity—such a wound could take centuries to heal. Only divine intervention could mend it. Even a Ninth-Ring Level Divine Spell could not fully restore it.
Yet Oszedro lived. His life remained.
"Elder—!"
"Uncle!"
"Hurry—save him!"
"We must get him out of here!"
The Melward Silver Dragons surged forward in panic. They flapped their silver wings wildly, chaotic and desperate, shielding their revered elder from the battlefield.
(End of Chapter)
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