Chapter 461: The Battle
The air cracked with a thunderous roar.
A blinding blue-white Flame Column erupted from the Red Dragon’s maw—like divine retribution descending from the heavens—directly aimed at the Fire Giant Pasha. The sheer temperature was unbearable, warping the space around it, even the Elemental Plane of Fire trembling under the onslaught.
[Primordial Flame Breath]
The Fire Giant’s face, bathed in the searing Flame Light, turned pale. He instinctively raised his shield, his voice trembling as he muttered a desperate prayer.
To be struck by this breath—
He would die.
Even as a Spirit Essence of Fire, Ismael could not withstand such a high-tier energy surge.
His Ring and Necklace flared simultaneously, activating a cascade of protective spells. A layered dome of magical energy bloomed above him, shielding him from the inferno.
Boom!
Energy collided in a violent explosion.
Flame Light exploded outward, a chaotic surge of raw elemental force rippling across the battlefield.
But the stalemate lasted only a heartbeat.
In the next instant, the blue-white Flame Column pierced through the spell barriers like paper, slamming straight into the Fire Giant’s shield.
“Red Dragon!”
Ismael raised his shield high, muscles bulging across his arms, forcing his body to hold firm against the torrent of flame.
Yet the sheer pressure of the attack crushed the earth beneath him, cracks spreading like spiderwebs. Molten magma surged through the fissures, flowing like liquid fire across the ground.
The Fire Giant kept blocking, shifting his stance, moving across the scorched terrain—searching for an opening to counterattack.
But then—unseen—something dark green streaked past.
A subtle, almost imperceptible flicker.
From high above, Kai Xiusu had extended a single clawed finger, targeting him.
“Pang!”
The dark green beam struck the shield.
Instantly, a spherical Disintegration Magic Field erupted from the point of impact.
The legendary [Ancient Beasts' Shield] flickered violently—its glow dimming, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface—before shattering into dust.
“This—”
“No! Great Disintegration Spell!”
Ismael’s expression darkened. But experience had honed his instincts.
As the disintegration field touched another piece of gear, he reacted instantly.
[Anti-Magic Field]
A silver ring on his finger flared.
An anti-magic barrier snapped into existence, absorbing and nullifying the destructive force.
Great Disintegration Spell had a 1% chance to bypass Anti-Magic Fields and artifacts—but the Fire Giant was not so unlucky.
For warriors of his caliber, such magical defenses were standard.
Ismael rolled forward, instantly tearing through space, vanishing from sight—reappearing hundreds of meters away.
“Dragon Sorcerer…”
“This just got complicated.”
He looked up, eyes narrowing at the towering figure above. His expression grew grim.
A plain Red Dragon was already a natural battle machine—its searing breath, razor-sharp fangs, massive tail—all weapons of unmatched power. And that was without counting their innate ability to cast spells.
But a Red Dragon Sorcerer?
Beyond standard heritage spells, they could master unpredictable, off-the-wall magic—making them even more terrifying.
Facing such a sorcerer in a long-range spell duel?
Not a good idea.
Yet Kai Xiusu gave him no time to think.
He turned sharply.
The Flame Column tore through the earth, carving deep trenches as it swept toward the Fire Giant Pasha—now defenseless without his legendary shield.
“No—this can’t keep going!”
Another forward roll, dodging the scorching beam.
Ismael gritted his teeth, his gaze hardening with resolve.
There was no choice.
This Red Dragon’s breath was too overwhelming. And with its sorcerous tricks—continued evasion would only lead to defeat.
Even death.
The Fire Giant Pasha roared, voice echoing like thunder:
“Red Dragon! I meant to reserve the strength bestowed by the Great Sultan for the Counter-Holy Flame Prince!”
“But you… have angered me!”
Ismael threw his head back and let out a long, soul-shattering roar.
His refined golden ring around his neck spun rapidly, emitting a powerful, pulsing aura.
The earth trembled.
Fire danced wildly.
The entire Elemental Plane of Fire seemed to erupt in celebration—steam surged, flames flickered, ash rained from the sky.
It was as if the very plane resonated with the Fire Giant Pasha—each of them, a true child of the element, bound by nature.
And the mightiest among them could harness that primal strength.
Kai Xiusu didn’t wait for the transformation to complete.
He unleashed a barrage—freezing Ice Cascades, crackling lightning, blinding Flame Columns.
But all were repelled.
The Elemental Plane of Fire’s own laws reinforced a barrier of fire, ash, and steam—blocking every attack.
Kai Xiusu could unleash stronger powers.
But there was no need.
He stared at the roaring giant below, pale golden eyes glinting with sudden interest.
“So this is the strength of the Great Sultan?”
“Hmm… No wonder the System assigned him a Challenge Rating of 24. Now this kind of opponent… finally worth my attention.”
Ismael’s chant rang across the scorched earth:
“Lord of Flame! I, your child of the Elemental Plane, pray to you—”
“Grant me the strength to repel this invader!”
Boom!
A massive Flame Column erupted skyward.
Within the blinding light, wrapped in swirling steam clouds, Ismael’s body rapidly expanded—growing larger, more imposing.
At last, a giant stood—nearly thirty meters tall—on a land of lava rivers and endless fire, letting out a deafening roar that shook the heavens.
“Red Dragon!”
“You have awakened the one enemy you should never have provoked!”
“I, the noble Fire Giant Pasha Ismael, in the name of the Great Sultan, grant you… termination!”
Ismael raised his bronze curved sword high, glaring at the distant Red Dragon.
Flames danced around him like serpents.
Magma rippled across his skin.
Space itself warped with every motion he made.
The Elemental Plane of Fire—its very essence and embodiment.
And as a Spirit Essence of Fire, he now, for a fleeting moment, wielded a fragment of Realm Power.
“Ismael.”
“Now… you’re finally worth my attention.”
Kai Xiusu exhaled a sulfurous-hot breath, his expression ecstatic as he stared at the colossal giant before him.
Slowly, he unfurled his wings and rose once more into the sky.
[Immortal Scales]
Graceful as a Dragon in Flight
[Immunity to Energy Damage]
[High-Grade Energy Scales]
Arcane radiance shimmered across the Red Dragon’s body—each scale glowing in harmonious brilliance.
Buff spells coated every inch of his form, from head to tail.
And now, Kai Xiusu was even more formidable.
Not only did he command his own Dragon Spells—but his scales’ gaps were embedded with magical equipment gifted by Empire subjects.
Even his wing membranes bore intricate engravings: [Otrulic Exorcism Barrier], [Luminous Engraving]—spells he had learned from the “Silver Wings” Oszedro.
“Damned Crawler…”
Ismael felt the surge of power within him—raw, overwhelming.
He glared at the Red Dragon, his hatred burning like fire.
He wanted to tear the beast apart, piece by piece.
This power—reserved for once per century—was meant to shine in the War of Burning, to earn glory.
But now, the Red Dragon had shattered his plan.
Worse—he had threatened his very life force.
“Red Dragon! You’re powerful!”
“But you’ll never defeat a noble Fire Giant Pasha within the Elemental Plane of Fire!”
Boom!
Ismael roared, stamping the ground—cracks splitting open beneath him.
With a mighty leap, he soared hundreds of meters into the air.
Ash and smoke trailed behind him like a storm’s wake.
With a single, furious swing, he brought his bronze curved sword slashing through space—its edge blazing with heat.
(End of Chapter)
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