Chapter 538: Karex's Corpse (II)
“Aaaarrrrgh—!” Kai Xiusu let out a thunderous roar from the heavens, spreading his wings wide as a colossal wave of Dragon威—Dragon Presence—erupted from him, clashing head-on with the suffocating aura of intimidation radiating from the dark red Dragon.
The Red Dragon’s pupils flared with molten fire, its body wreathed in swirling flames and thick smoke. A power so overwhelming it transcended mortal comprehension surged forth, a force of sheer, divine charisma.
Metamagic: Instant Casting!
Metamagic: Enhanced Casting!
In an instant, under the full might of a True Dragon Mage pushing beyond all limits, the very fabric of reality bent to his will. The Weave of Magic twisted and folded within his mind, reshaped by his indomitable spirit.
Immortal Scales, Graceful as a Dragon, Dragon’s Justice, Energy Scales, Heaven’s Judgment Dragon Eye, Protection from Energy Damage, Sacred Veil, Evil Barrier—
Each spell’s radiant energy flared across his body, pulsing in harmony with the intricate runes etched into his scales, like a living constellation of arcane power.
At this moment, Kai Xiusu’s spellcasting ability—already legendary by mere profession—was further amplified by his Ancestral Dragon bloodline, his dominion over the Elemental Plane, his innate supernatural charisma, and the overwhelming might of his enchanted magical gear. The result was a force so incomprehensible that even a Root of Magic-level caster would struggle to match him in raw spell potency.
“Jelrazaks—” Kai Xiusu roared, “Taste the gift I’ve prepared for you!”
With a roar that split the sky, he unleashed every spell he had been holding back—torrents of devastation pouring from the heavens.
“Aaaarrrrgh—!”
Lightning storms erupted across the mountains, flaming meteors plummeting from above like divine wrath. Thunderbolts cracked from the storm-laden clouds, crashing down in endless fury.
“Boom!”
“Boom! Boom!”
Mountains trembled. The earth screamed. The entire continent of Anstica shuddered beneath the cataclysm.
The landscape was reduced to ruin—once-pristine snow-covered peaks now seared with rivers of molten lava, crackling with lightning, boiling water and steam erupting from every fissure. The air itself burned.
“Kai Xiusu—”
“Is this your so-called strength? Such feeble magic? I must have overestimated you.”
Perched atop the mountain peak, a dark red Dragon over a hundred meters long raised its head, utterly unshaken.
“Thousands of years ago,” it said, voice like grinding stone, “during the war that sealed me away by the Divine Beings… even the aftermath of that battle was more powerful than your pathetic tricks.”
Jelrazaks gazed upon the storm of destruction with cold amusement, a cruel smirk curling his lips. He slowly spread his massive, tattered wings—like a shroud of night descending upon the earth—casting a shadow that swallowed the land. Beneath them, chaos currents surged like a living storm.
The sheer scale of the moment made the distant snow peaks seem to spread their own wings, a vision of terrifying grandeur.
“Shhh—!”
A shriek split the air as the Dragon’s wings snapped forward, unleashing a hurricane of pure chaos. The wind was thick with the screams of vengeful spirits, their voices echoing in the abyssal mist that now poured from the wings like ink into water.
“Boom!”
The explosion of power tore through heaven and earth.
For a moment, the world split in two—one half consumed by thunder and fire, a purgatory of flame; the other swallowed by an endless, bottomless abyss of chaos.
Kai Xiusu’s cataclysmic spells unleashed waves of energy, attempting to tear through the black fog. But the abyssal power was absolute—it dissolved all order, reducing every spell to nothingness, to pure chaos.
The snow-covered mountains turned black, glowing with a sickly, unnatural green hue. Even the snowpacks shimmered with corruption.
And beneath Jelrazaks’ wings, winged demons began to form—emerging from the chaos like nightmares given flesh, their cries sharp and piercing.
Jelrazaks laughed, reveling in the destruction, twisting and turning around the mountain like a mad god, causing entire cliffs to collapse, boulders tumbling into the valley below.
“Aaaarrrrgh—!” Kai Xiusu roared, his wings slicing through the air as he surged forward at impossible speed—his body a crimson blur streaking across the sky, circling the abyssal Dragon.
He unleashed torrent after torrent of searing dragonfire, bolts of lightning, columns of flame, and blinding light—each strike hammering into Jelrazaks’ massive, unwieldy form.
Every attack was a full-force effort, amplified by his Ancestral Dragon heritage and his dominion over the Elemental Plane. Each blow alone could have slain a fully armored Legendary Holy Knight.
Yet before they could even touch the Abyss Dragon’s hide, the spells were disrupted, shattered—by a shimmering, chaotic membrane that surrounded the beast. To Kai Xiusu, it was as if the monster wore an innate Anti-Magic Field, rendering all his magic useless.
“Grrraaaah!” Jelrazaks bellowed, swinging a claw that stretched over ten meters long. The sheer force tore the air apart, threatening to rip space itself.
Kai Xiusu’s eyes narrowed—serious, focused. He snapped his wings again, summoning a gale that sent him hurtling sideways like a comet, narrowly avoiding the strike.
The claw slammed down, carving a hundred-meter-long, ten-meter-deep gash across the mountain. The peak groaned, then split—crumbling and falling in a storm of snow and shattered rock, burying the valley beneath tons of debris.
The chaos mist surged upward, spiraling like dark storm clouds, closing in on the Red Dragon.
But Kai Xiusu danced through the mists with supernatural speed, weaving and dodging, never allowing the abyssal corruption to touch him.
Against the towering, monstrous form of the Abyss Dragon, the Red Dragon seemed almost agile—nimble, precise.
“Do you see it now, Kai Xiusu?” Jelrazaks sneered. “Your spells mean nothing to me. Your struggle is as futile as a mortal’s defiance against an earthquake or a tsunami. There is no rebellion—no choice—before the Great Abyss!”
With each step, he moved through the mountains, his form trailing chaos mist. The very air around him warped, corrupting everything it touched.
“He is the essence of the cosmos,” he whispered. “The beginning and the end. The inevitable fate. Your final resting place.”
His voice echoed across the mountains, sending tremors through every living creature for thousands of kilometers. The snowmen in the caves fled into the abyss, the Anstica Giant Eagles—like moths to flame—dove headfirst into the mist, becoming nourishment for the abyss.
The chaos mist swelled, drawn to Jelrazaks like a tide. The Dragon grew—stretching to nearly two hundred meters, a living mountain of dark red flesh and devouring darkness.
He was consuming the Material Plane itself.
This is the purpose of the Abyss—
To erase all existence, mortal or immortal, and forge a new universe from nothing. One that exists beyond order, beyond will, beyond purpose.”
At last, with the world screaming around him—the howls of dying creatures, the shrieks of demons, the groans of the earth—the dark red Dragon lifted its head and roared across the wilderness:
“Red Dragon—submit to me! Submit to the Great Abyss! Merge into my body. Fulfill your destined fate!”
Its maw opened wide—over ten meters across. Its scales cracked open, revealing countless glowing yellow eyes. Abyssal mist swirled around its jaws, boiling and writhing.
The eyes flared—chaotic, monstrous—then erupted.
A column of black-red flame, nearly three meters in diameter, erupted from its throat—cracking the sky as if torn open.
Chaos Breath.
And it was fiercer, hotter, thicker than the one Kai Xiusu had unleashed when he was consumed by madness.
“You, abomination born of the Abyss, are asking for death!” Kai Xiusu snarled.
His entire body erupted with light—his basal vessels pulsing beneath skin and scales, veins glowing with root-like fire. Scorching white smoke and brilliant light spewed from his neck and tail, from porous organs along his spine.
All his energy funneled into his chest—into the Dragon Crystal. A violent magical fission surged within, particles and arcs of light dancing and exploding.
But this was not the end.
On his right claw, a symbol of Elemental Authority flared—red fire bursting forth, igniting a pair of bear-like flames trailing behind him, infused with pure elemental essence.
Then, runes of Elemental Master Strength flared across his body—his entire form resonating with fire. The flames around him turned white-hot, then began to shimmer with faint blue light.
Elemental Resonance!
In an instant, his Dragon Crystal blazed like a sun in the night, piercing through the abyssal darkness.
A scorching wind erupted from him—burning everything within a hundred-meter radius. Snow melted instantly, rocks liquefied, even the chaos mist was driven back.
Kai Xiusu opened his maw—his mouth glowing with blinding light.
“Boom—!”
The air split apart.
Primordial Breath!
A column of blue-white flame erupted from his throat—sweeping across the land, vaporizing everything in its path.
At the same time, the Chaos Flame surged toward him—unstoppable, corrupting.
“Boom!”
The two breaths collided—explosions of energy tearing across the sky, obliterating an entire mountain range in an instant.
But the black-red flame was infused with chaos. It ate away at Kai Xiusu’s Primordial Breath, unraveling it, breaking it down.
For the first time, Kai Xiusu found himself at a disadvantage—his breath faltering, the chaos flame drawing ever closer.
If this continued, the Abyssal fire would ignite within him—awakening the chaos within his blood. He might once again fall into that mad, uncontrolled state—becoming a vessel for the Abyss.
And then… it would be Karex versus Jelrazaks.
The Abyss would play its game—like a ritual of the damned, choosing one of them to be the true vessel of its will.
But Kai Xiusu did not like that outcome.
“Puppet of the Abyss! You think this is enough to defeat me?!”
He roared, his face twisted in fury. On his skull, a magnificent, sacred True Dragon visage emerged—its crown embedded with a radiant silver-white gem.
Suddenly, Divine Order surged into his breath. The resonance of the Elemental Master intensified. The essence of the Fire Plane—its destructive heart—was drawn in.
Kai Xiusu’s breath now reached Semi-Divine Power levels.
Countless luminous particles shot from the flame—each one a spark of divine edict. The fire roared with power, consuming the Chaos Flame entirely.
“Boom!”
Explosions tore through the sky, turning mountains into rubble, carving craters across the land.
The two Dragons twisted their necks, attempting to strike each other—only to predict each other’s moves, freezing in a deadly stalemate.
The world was split in two—above, Kai Xiusu’s primordial fire, devouring all; below, Jelrazaks’ chaos flame, unraveling existence itself.
“Shhh—”
At the very edge of the battlefield, beyond the outermost range of the Anstica Mountains, space rippled.
A portal tore open.
A white-bearded elder stepped through—robed in silver, staff in hand, his gaze deep as the stars. His face froze in shock.
“By Bahamut above… What in the name of the heavens is this?” he whispered, his wrinkles tightening, his beard trembling.
“Am I still in the Third Era? Did I somehow cross into a temporal rift created by a Chrono Dragon?”
He stared, trembling. For a moment, he thought he’d been transported to the Age of Gods and Demons—the First Era, when the Dragons ruled the world.
In his memory, only in the Primitive Era, before even he was born, before the Gods had returned, had such a battle erupted—world-shattering, soul-wrenching.
He was Pablicheko Melward—Ancient Silver Dragon, Elder of the Mervold Clan, brother of the famed Silver Wings, Oszedro.
When the clan received the report, Oszedro had taken it seriously—yet unable to move due to injury, he sent Pablicheko, a fellow Ancient Silver Dragon, to investigate.
But now… the situation far exceeded even the Mervold Clan’s worst fears.
“Lord of the Northern Wind… A hundred-meter red dragon… nearly two hundred meters of abyssal beast… Could this be an Ancestral Dragon’s resurrection?”
He stared at the titanic figures—mountain-like, awe-inspiring—feeling the devastation in the air, the raw, annihilating afterglow.
Even an Ancient Silver Dragon was powerless here. No being could interfere—certainly not even his brother, Silver Wings, if he came.
All Pablicheko could do was pray.
“Bahamut above… I beg you—grant victory to King Kai Xiusu.”
At least in his brother’s words, the Red Dragon Emperor—though brutal—was not beyond redemption.
But the Abyss… that was different.
To the Material Plane, the Abyss was pure pestilence. Even the gentlest Silver Dragon would hunt them without mercy.
(End of Chapter)
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