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Chapter 458: Dragon's Roar
“Gods above! Emir Macheyi… he’s been eaten!”
“No… no way!”
“He was a noble Capkuru! The Great Sultan’s own elite guard!”
“By the Lord of Flame! The rumors were true! That’s a Soul-Eating Dragon!”
“That… that’s the Lord of Flame’s divine envoy—sent to punish our sins!”
Seeing Emir Macheyi vanish into the Dragon Flame with barely a struggle, the Fire Giants atop the City Wall erupted into horrified cries, their courage utterly shattered.
The fall of Valiant and Fearless Emir Macheyi.
The complete annihilation of the Flame Wyvern Cavalry before they even touched the enemy.
The Magical Crossbows rendered utterly useless.
Everything unfolding here had long since surpassed the Fire Giants’ wildest nightmares.
Fire Giants were indeed fanatical and warlike, capable of heroic valor on the battlefield—but they were no fools rushing headlong to their deaths.
Faced with this nightmare, every last one of them made the same choice:
Run!
Now!
Leave this place—this cursed realm ruled by a soul-devouring Dragon!
“Hurry, flee!”
“That dragon is the embodiment of sin!”
“To the City of Brass! We must survive to report this to the Great Sultan!”
They cast aside their silken battle robes, abandoned their bloodstained bronze armor. With their lower bodies dissolving into gray smoke and ash, they launched themselves into flight with all-out effort—many already chanting Teleportation Spells.
As masters of the city, there were only five hundred Fire Giants in Black Iron City.
Yet within its walls lived nearly forty thousand slaves—of every race, from every plane—captured in raids led by the Fire Giants themselves.
Now, the Fire Lizards, Fire Dwarves, Fire Children, even the human and giant slaves—all lifted their heads. Their bodies, seared and scarred from endless labor, trembled beneath the weight of iron chains that clanked and rattled like dying bells.
“That… that’s…”
“By the gods—Fire Giants?”
“They’re fleeing! That dragon is devouring them!”
For years, these slaves had toiled under the whip of Fire Giants—beaten daily, burned black, broken in spirit.
Against the mighty, spell-wielding Elemental Beings, they had never stood a chance.
Over time, some had even come to revere the Fire Giants as divine, their souls marked by submission.
But now, their entire worldview shattered.
“So they’re not invincible after all!”
“They can run too!”
“They can die!”
The once-proud Fire Giants—those haughty, domineering lords of flame—now fled like lambs chased by wolves, scrambling in terror.
No dignity. No arrogance.
Nothing of the so-called “supreme race of the Fire Elemental Plane.”
The colossal Red Dragon ascended the city wall, its massive claws pressing down on the copper-forged spire of the tall tower. It spread its vast wings wide, then lifted its head and let out a long, thunderous roar.
“ROOOOAAARRR—!”
“Fire Giants! You will pay for your pride!”
“You believed yourselves masters of the Elemental Plane of Fire—the favored children of Flame! Your arrogance has made you forget how to敬畏 a Dragon!”
Kai Xiusu roared, his voice crackling with the aura of a godless deity, spewing forth a lie he’d made up on the spot. With a sudden, savage motion, he opened his blood-red maw.
“Boom—!”
A sound like tearing silk split the air.
A torrent of flames erupted from his jaws, expanding violently—filling half the sky in an instant.
“Fire! Lord of Flame!”
“What… what is that?!”
“No—!”
The fleeing Fire Giants scrambled desperately through the air—but the scorching flame tongue lashed at their backs, unstoppable.
These giants who had once reduced countless homelands to ash now tasted fire themselves.
Burning alive, consumed by the Dragon Flame, they met their end.
Kai Xiusu flapped his wings with immense force, unleashing a hurricane of heat that roared across the battlefield.
A storm of fire raged through the sky.
Buildings collapsed. Structures crumbled.
The slaves cowered in corners, terror etched into their faces.
Rock, sand, ash, and molten metal fragments flew through the air.
The Fire Giants, trapped mid-flight, screamed and struggled—exhausting every ounce of strength—yet still dragged back by the overwhelming force of the Wingstorm.
“So powerful!”
“This hurricane…”
“No! No! I am a Fire Giant!”
A cruel smile curled the Red Dragon’s lips.
Then, with a single motion, it opened its maw wide.
Another torrent of flames engulfed the fleeing giants.
A vortex of black magic formed at its mouth—a hungry, bottomless maw—sucking in the precious Elemental Essences of the fallen.
“This trip to the Elemental Plane of Fire was worth it,” Kai Xiusu muttered, licking his slightly burning lips.
“Next time I sleep, I’ll have seven or eight parts of the energy already gathered.”
But his goal went far beyond mere plunder.
Just days ago, “Holy Flame Prince” Zaman Ruur had exploited hidden tunnels dug by Fire Dwarves, launching a surprise assault on the City of Brass.
He had liberated tens of thousands of slaves.
The Great Sultan, furious and shaken, had poured nearly all his strength into suppressing the rebellion.
In desperation, the Great Sultan turned to the “Evil Flame Prince” Imist, begging for aid.
And the Evil Lord of Fire had answered—wholeheartedly.
Yet Zaman Ruur remained unafraid.
He struck again and again, freeing slaves from the heavy chains of oppression.
Fire Dwarves, Fire Lizards, Fire Children, Elemental Apostles, even humans—ignited by the eternal flame of righteousness, they joined his cause.
Even the Gold Dragons of Heaven, the Blazing Sky Divine Attendants, and the Stellar Divine Envoys, moved by his justice and unwavering spirit, came to fight under his banner—tolerated by the gods of the good realm.
The sacred flame burned bright across the Elemental Plane of Fire.
The Great Sultan’s empire seemed to tremble on the edge of collapse.
But Kai Xiusu knew the truth.
Under the control of the mighty divine Fire Lord Kasus, this war between good and evil would never end.
Neither Zaman Ruur nor Imist would ever claim victory—just as the fire itself never burned out.
And that was the perfect opening.
Normally, Kai Xiusu’s strength would be no match for the Great Sultan—whose power might even rival that of a god.
But now, under the threat of the Holy Flame Prince, the Great Sultan would not dare act.
He would not even step outside the City of Brass.
And so, Kai Xiusu had chosen this moment—this critical juncture in the War of Burning—to enter the Elemental Plane of Fire.
He meant to seize his share of the spoils—amidst the chaos of this flaming titan realm, where order had crumbled.
“Hah… hah…”
“Two Emirs dead. Hundreds of Fire Giants gone. The Great Sultan in the City of Brass must be sweating now…”
“Then let the storm come harder!”
Kai Xiusu narrowed his eyes.
In his golden pupils, flames flickered like living embers.
With that, the Red Dragon stepped lightly onto the city wall—then leapt into the air.
He hovered above the ruined city, wings slowly spreading, and let out a single, resonant, echoing roar that shook every stone in Black Iron City.
“ROOOOAAARRR—!”
Instantly, every slave in the city turned their gaze upward—Fire Dwarves, Fire Lizards, even half-beasts.
Their eyes—some blazing with fire-light, others black as coal, some dull and yellow—fixed on the dragon in the sky.
In their irises, the flickering flame light danced like stars.
“I, Emperor Kai Xiusu of the Empire of Ashen, hereby declare—”
“Submit to the Empire, and I shall grant you eternal Free Citizen Status!”
(End of Chapter)
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