Chapter 462: The Fury
"Red Dragon—"
"You are a worthy Sacrificial Offering! I shall present your head to the Great Sultan!"
"I will sacrifice your body to the Supreme Lord of Flame!"
A Fire Giant roared from the sky, its colossal form descending with a thunderous crash, wreathed in billowing smoke. Fiery light erupted from its eyes like molten stars.
A thirty-meter-tall crimson giant, unstoppable in its might, swung its massive Bronze Curved Sword in a thunderous downward arc.
Whoosh—
The Elemental Plane of Fire trembled as space itself tore open,裂痕 spreading like tongues of flame across the very fabric of reality.
Kai Xiusu gazed upward, the Heaven’s Judgment Dragon Eye pulsing fiercely at his side.
Then—
A sharp, whistling roar echoed from his spines.
In a flash, Kai Xiusu moved with a speed beyond mortal perception, his wings slashing through the air. His body blurred into a streak of crimson, vanishing from the spot, leaving behind only a cone-shaped cloud of vapor.
Whoosh!
The Red Dragon vanished—mid-air, gone.
"What?!"
"How?!"
The Fire Giant’s strike missed utterly. His face twisted in fury and shock, veins bulging, eyes blazing with rage.
As the Evil Lord of Fire, Imist, commanded countless Red Dragon followers. These crimson beasts often allied with Imist’s Fire Titan Realm, forming a brutal war machine. And as Pasha of the Fire Giant, Ismael had, on more than one occasion, fought side by side with these terrifying warriors—these Red Dragons.
Though he admitted the Red Dragons matched him in raw strength, Ismael had always believed he surpassed them in dexterity.
But now—
This was impossible.
A sharp pfft—the sound of flesh parting.
A wave of searing heat washed over Ismael’s back. Then came the agony.
In the blink of an eye, Kai Xiusu had vanished behind him—his razor-sharp claws slicing through the Pasha’s neck with surgical precision.
Magma-like blood sprayed in a hot arc.
"Die!"
Instinct took over. The Fire Giant whirled around in a furious lunge, swinging his Bronze Curved Sword with every ounce of strength, aiming to cleave the Red Dragon’s chest in two.
Whoosh—
The blade tore through space again, carving a perfect, elegant crescent in the air.
Just as the sword neared the Red Dragon’s scales, Kai Xiusu flared his wings—sending a hurricane-force gust spiraling outward. He vanished like a ghost, retreating nearly a hundred meters in an instant.
Boom!
The impact unleashed a terrifying crescent-shaped shockwave, rippling outward with explosive force. Space warped violently. Cracks spiderwebbed across the sky, threatening to tear reality apart.
But Kai Xiusu’s speed was already beyond comprehension.
Not the blade. Not even the shockwave.
Nothing came close.
He soared back into the sky, repositioning himself a hundred meters above the trembling giant. From that overwhelming height, he stared down, lips curling into a mocking grin.
"If that’s all you’ve got—"
"Then the Great Sultan’s blessings are nothing more than empty words!"
"Coward!"
"Do you think running will change your fate?"
"Red Dragon! Face me in close combat! No more spells. No more tricks. No more lies!"
He was mocking his very faith.
The Fire Giant hovered mid-air, raising its sword, letting out a long, thunderous roar. Its gaze, filled with vile hatred, locked onto the Red Dragon.
Ismael had been the strongest among his kind since childhood. At fifty, he’d carved a bloody path across the battlefield, personally decapitating a Wind Giant Emir. By eighty, he was a legendary warrior.
But even then, he had earned his title through brutal trials—fighting his way through the fiercest warriors of every Fire Giant tribe.
Finally, blood-stained and battered, he knelt before the Great Sultan, crowned Pasha of honor and might.
Now, he raised his Bronze Curved Sword, blade pointing straight at the Red Dragon—challenging, daring, provoking.
He would prove his strength to this powerful foe.
Raging flames swirled around his massive frame. His eyes blazed with jet-black fire. Smoke curled behind him like a storm-born banner.
At this moment, Ismael was the living embodiment of the Elemental Plane of Fire.
"Come on, Red Dragon! Don’t run! Face me head-on!"
He knew these Red Dragons well.
Aggressive. Hot-headed. Arrogant. They saw any direct challenge as a personal insult—and would destroy the challenger without mercy.
But the Red Dragon did not rage.
It simply tilted its head, strange and unnerving.
"Shouldn’t you be asking yourself—why your spellcasting is so weak?"
"Or perhaps… you just haven’t tried hard enough?"
Kai Xiusu grinned, nostrils flaring as sulfur-scented white smoke poured from his mouth.
"Besides—"
"Even a fool like you doesn’t need strategy. A straight-on碾压 will do just fine."
"Show me, then—your so-called strength!"
Flames erupted skyward. Smoke and ash billowed in thick clouds.
With a single, thunderous beat of his wings, Kai Xiusu unleashed a scorching gale, then dove—like a meteor—straight toward the Fire Giant Pasha.
Ismael, on full alert, charged forward without fear. The Realm Power swirling around him surged with raw fury.
Boom!
Light blindingly bright.
Then—cracks, explosions, collisions, and shattering force.
Fire and smoke. Steam and ash. The orange sky of the Elemental Plane of Fire split open, each rift blazing at its edges.
The two titans clashed, their bodies wrestling within a maelstrom of smoke and steam. Only glimpses of jagged claws, scorching scales, and roaring jaws emerged—fleeting, terrifying.
Each impact unleashed a crushing, searing pressure wave. The ground trembled. Trees shattered. The air itself became a weapon.
All living things nearby were thrown to the ground—some instantly killed by the shock.
The sky was torn to shreds. The earth screamed in agony.
"Lord of Flame above…"
"They are divine punishment—sent to destroy His children!"
"God, Almighty…"
"What… what is that?!"
"I’ve lived eighty-seven years… and I’ve never seen anything like this!"
The slaves who had once watched with faint curiosity now trembled in terror. They dared not lift their heads.
The battle was too terrible.
They saw flaming debris fall from the sky—burning dozens of unlucky Fire Lizards to ash in an instant.
"He’ll win! King Kai Xiusu has to win!"
Selkan stared upward, eyes blazing with unwavering faith—almost divine.
Even the most ordinary Imperial soldiers raised their heads, tense, expectant, their gazes fixed on the storm above.
Yet not a single one feared for Kai Xiusu’s defeat.
It was impossible.
The Emperor never fails.
Always.
No matter the foe—Noble, demon, Silver Dragon, or Fire Giant—King Kai Xiusu would crush them all, then lead them toward a brighter future.
This wasn’t just the result of past victories.
It was the product of years of state propaganda—brainwashing through endless triumphs.
For many Imperial soldiers, their loyalty to the Emperor bordered on fanaticism—matching the fervor of the most zealous clerics.
"Great Red Dragon Never Fails!!"
"Long Live Emperor Kai Xiusu!"
"Friends! Now is the time to cheer! King Kai Xiusu has come himself—this battle ends now!"
The soldiers’ roars drowned in the thunderous explosions, yet they kept coming—wave after wave, a tidal surge of sound and spirit.
(End of Chapter)
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