Chapter 540: Karex's Corpse (4) – Metal Dragon, Celestial Beings, and the Followers of the Empire of Ashen clashed violently with the surging tide of Demons.
Light flared like a storm, spells burst in dazzling hues, and jagged shadows of dark clouds writhed across the sky. Winged Demons rained down like falling stars, yet among them, Celestial Beings with pure white wings plummeted from the heavens, their bodies shattered by the infernal onslaught.
"Roar—!"
Massive beasts clad in metallic scales beat their wings high above, their roars shaking the very air. The Gold Dragon unleashed a torrent of Intense Heat Dragon Flame, scorching entire swarms of Demons into ash. The Silver Dragon exhaled a breath of Freezing Frost, freezing hordes of Demons solid mid-flight, their limbs locked in silent agony.
Around the Metal Dragon, creatures long considered enemies—Wyverns, Flame Wyverns, and other sub-Dragon lifeforms—fought side by side, their loyalty forged in the crucible of war. Even a colossal White Dragon plunged into the demonic tide, its wings slicing through the air like scythes.
"This is all Battalion Contribution and Gold, brothers—fight hard!"
"For the Empire of Ashen!"
"Oho ho ho!"
Ten thousand elite players surged through the sky—some riding Two-Headed Dragons, others flying via Flight Spell, a few even launching themselves with Trebuchet-powered slingshots, all locked in mortal combat with the Demons.
In an instant, thousands of Demons fell from the sky—but from the chaos, even more emerged, drawn by Jelrazaks’ command, swarming toward the Red Dragon like a living storm.
"Kill them!"
"Clear away these vermin blocking the Abyss’s awakening!"
"For the Abyss!"
The sky screamed with the cacophony of demonic shrieks, a spine-chilling chorus that wracked the nerves.
Then—"ROAR!"
A thunderous Dragon Roar split the heavens.
Kai Xiusu unfurled his wings, unleashing a hurricane of searing wind. Apocalyptic Flame Storm roared around him, devouring tens of thousands of Demons in a single breath.
"Boom—!"
Twelve colossal columns of Intense Heat Flame erupted from the sky, interweaving like lightning, slicing through the dense swarm before the Red Dragon. Limbs shattered, bodies burned to cinders, raining down like embers. The air reeked of sulfur.
Below, amidst the molten rivers of the Mountains Ruins, Singo, Stuffed Bun, and the others moved in silence, cloaked in Invisibility, creeping through the valley of wreckage.
"Dude… are you serious? You’re really going to fight that thing? Is this even meant for us? If I keep dealing damage for half an hour—can I even chip off its scales?"
Stuffed Bun whispered, tugging at Singo’s sleeve, eyes wide as he stared at the distant, crimson Dragon—its body coiled like a mountain range.
"You’re just amazed by something normal. If the boss appears here, it’s ours. It’s got a weakness. And guess—how much Experience Point (XP) we’ll get?"
Singo licked his lips, his grin sharp with confidence.
The loss in the Duel Tournament had taught him one truth: to stand against monsters bred by great guilds with endless resources, you had to think outside the box.
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang ran a hand over the bald head of his pet, Patina, grinning wildly, his yellowed fangs flashing.
"This is the real game! The thrill of charging a mountain-sized beast, even if you die instantly—worth it!"
Xia Ye Qiu Yu nodded beside him, her golden eyes glowing with quiet anticipation.
"Perfect. I’ve been waiting to test the power of the Dragon Oath Spell."
Stuffed Bun, recalling the latest Video Material, swallowed hard.
"Fine… but we need a plan. That thing’s size alone—just one sneeze could wipe out our entire party."
Singo smirked, pulling a Metal Sphere from his Dimensional Sack. It was etched with intricate, chaotic carvings, its surface pulsing with a red warning symbol.
"This is the only way to take down something this big."
"Slap!"
Singo tapped the sphere. A Red Glow flared across its surface, pulsing with Symbol of Danger.
Stuffed Bun stared, his Character Sheet instantly flooding with data.
> [Magic Forbidden Bomb]
> Quality: Rare
> Description: The world’s magic is unpredictable—when spells collide, the results can be catastrophic. That’s why so many are forbidden. Yet, the Stellarfallen—reckless, bold—combined dozens of destructive spells into one. The result? A bomb whose effects are unknown, even to its creator.
>
> "Art is explosion!" — Bomb Monk of the Mechanical Cult, Katt.
Stuffed Bun’s face paled. He lunged forward, grabbing Singo’s wrist.
"Whoa, hardcore player—slow down! Don’t blow us all to hell before we even reach the boss!"
Singo waved him off. "Relax. I know what I’m doing. Simple plan: you, War Fury Brother, and Qiu Yu—draw its attention, draw the Demons’ fire. I’ll ride the Wyvern from behind—straight into its back. A suicide run. Simple, brutal, effective."
Stuffed Bun groaned, rubbing his temples. Of course. A plan as reckless as Singo himself—simple, direct, and utterly inhumane.
He sighed. "Fine. Hardcore player, I may not be human—but you? You’re a dog."
"If you waste this chance—built from our life force—I’ll make a video and destroy you."
"Deal."
Singo grinned, leading the group forward.
The front was clear—most Demons were locked in battle high above, leaving the Material Realm Army and the demonic horde to clash in the skies.
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang raised a hand. "We’re nearing the Dragon’s realm. We don’t know how far its awareness extends. Proceed with caution."
Xia Ye Qiu Yu nodded, raising her staff. Light burst from its tip, and one by one, Silence Spell, Greater Invisibility, Masking Spell, and others shimmered across the party.
Singo waved. "Quietly enter. No rifle shots."
The four moved like ghosts, hearts pounding, closing in on the monstrous Abyssal Dragon.
"Huff…"
The Dragon, stretching two hundred meters long, lay coiled in the ruins of the mountains. Its body resembled a crimson mountain range, its thin, taut flesh stretched over jagged, dark scales.
From the gaps between its scales, from its snout and nostrils, thick, foul smoke poured out. The ground itself trembled with each breath.
Its eyes—deep, endless, and burning with ancient malice—fixed on the Red Dragon high above.
"Kai Xiusu… come. Continue your massacre. You will embrace the Abyss. Become my nourishment. The final piece in the world’s end."
Jelrazaks grinned, his mouth twisting into a Twisted Smile.
"It’s time to end this boring game. And these… audacious little ants."
"Boom—!"
Debris exploded. The ground cracked like spiderwebs, fissures spreading outward.
The Abyssal Dragon rose slowly, its wings—spanning hundreds of meters—unfurling with a thunderous "Swoosh!"
Wind howled from its tattered wings. A hurricane tore across the land. From its armpits, thick, swirling Abyssal Mist poured forth, and from it—tens of thousands of Deep Abyss Demons emerged, wings flapping wildly, forming a dark, churning cloud around their master.
"Whoa—?"
The Chaos Torrent washed over Stuffed Bun and the others. Their Invisibility shattered. Spells failed.
Just the afterwind from Jelrazaks’ breath seared their skin, causing burns, pain, and heavy damage.
They were now only hundreds of meters from the beast.
Singo leapt up, activating the Mount Covenant Rune Array in his hand.
"Boss has spotted us! This is our last chance!"
"Roar—!"
A Wyvern tore through space, swooping low, its rider—Singo—circling high above, expertly dodging through the demon tide with Gundam+17-level horsemanship.
"Got it!"
Stuffed Bun activated his Pact, summoning his Two-Headed Dragon Mount, charging straight toward the Abyssal Dragon.
"Roar—!"
On the ground, Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang transformed—growing to nearly eight meters tall, his eyes blazing red. He roared, stomping forward like a titan, thundering toward the colossal beast.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu’s eyes flared with fire. She spread her Dragon Wings, launching into the sky, racing toward the same target.
And more elite players emerged from all directions—hundreds, it seemed. They came in Parties, stealthed, each aiming to slay the Dragon.
In the sky, Six-Armed Monks leaped from rooftops, tearing through the air with armored grace. Dragon-Bound Holy Knights advanced like living fortresses, shields raised. A Druid transformed into a bear, thundering across the earth, shaking the ground. An Aether Armor pilot surged forward, fire blazing from his back.
"Charge!"
"Demon Lord, feast on my mighty eagle!"
"Behold! I slay the Dragon with my wine-heated sword!"
"For the Empire of Ashen! Charge! Kill this beast—freedom awaits!"
The Supernatural Stage players unleashed their ultimate powers, launching a multi-directional siege.
But Jelrazaks only contemptuously looked down. His voice echoed across the ruined wasteland.
"Pitiful insects…"
The Abyssal Dragon opened its Bloody Maw, letting out a roar so powerful, the world trembled in fear.
The Wyvern fell from the sky. The Aether Armor’s visor sparked with electricity. Even the Frenzied Barbarian screamed, clutching his head in agony.
"You insignificant specks… you don’t even understand—"
Jelrazaks stood on his hind legs, his wings spreading wide, casting a shadow so vast it swallowed every player.
"The magnitude of what you face!"
"WOOOON—!"
The Dragon’s body settled slowly, its massive weight crushing the earth. Its claws slammed down—"Boom!"
The ground screamed. Dust and ash exploded into the sky. A shockwave rippled outward for tens of kilometers, toppling giants, shaking the entire Anstica Mountains.
"Creak… creak…"
Cracks split the earth like spiderwebs. Black-red Chaos Flame spewed from the fissures. Molten magma and Flame Columns erupted from the depths.
"Boom!"
"Damn it—again?!"
Stuffed Bun’s cry was cut short as a wave of Chaos Flame engulfed him.
In an instant, he and his Wyvern were reduced to charcoal, falling to the ground.
Then, Abyssal Mist swallowed Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang as he ran. His skin burned, his legs weakened. He collapsed, flesh rotting, bones exposed.
"Stuffed Bun’s dead again!"
"Look—War Fury Brother’s down too! He was a meat tank!"
"What kind of damage does this boss have?!"
The Chaos Flame raged like a wild beast, burning players alive. The Abyssal mist surged through the valley—a merciless reaper, claiming lives without mercy.
Hundreds of the most elite players were wiped out in an instant.
"Roar—!"
The Wyvern twisted in midair, narrowly avoiding a Flame Column, leaving only a charred trail.
Singo, clutching the Magic Forbidden Bomb, rode the Wyvern through the mist, dodging the aftermath with Gundam+17 precision, inching closer to the Abyssal Dragon.
His heart pounded. His breath grew urgent.
He’d studied it long enough.
The Chest Area—unprotected, bare of scales. A massive, fresh scar, still healing.
If I reach it, and detonate the bomb… it might work.
He adjusted his course, weaving through the chaos, finally finding a clear path.
"Two-Headed Dragon—NOW!"
"Dragon Roar Charge!"
Singo roared.
Without hesitation, he pressed the timer button. The bomb pulsed with Red Glow, ticking with a "beep-beep", gathering terrifying Chaos Energy.
His Wyvern roared in unison, wings spreading wide, diving straight down.
"Charge! Charge! Charge!"
His mind raced—plans, scenarios, victories. Kill this Dragon, and he’d leap ahead of everyone.
He was more reckless than Don Quixote charging windmills. Because his target wasn’t windmills.
It was a mountain.
Time froze.
The Crimson Scale Conqueror tore through the sky, diving straight toward the Dragon’s chest.
"So… pathetic."
Jelrazaks had seen him.
The Dragon stared, half-smiling, like a god observing ants.
"Unworthy."
Its dull eyes flared with Deep Light.
Singo and his Wyvern were frozen in place, faces frozen in shock—then, in the next instant—gone.
[Edict: Death]
The Magic Forbidden Bomb exploded mid-air, tearing open a Spatial Wormhole, but the Abyssal Dragon remained untouched.
Ten-odd elite players, charging from every direction, were reduced to ash in an instant—consumed by the Law-Based Power.
(End of Chapter)
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