Chapter 629: The Final Dragon's Breath
“Boom—” A thunderclap split the sky, as storm clouds churned violently above. Lightning—sharp, spined like the eyes of a beast—crisscrossed the heavens in a jagged web. The sky darkened once more, and Heavenly Power surged across a hundred miles, wrapping the Earth in a night sky thick with stars, the same silver expanse that had once sheltered the world beneath its vast dome. And now, it enshrouded the Red Dragon.
In the Alerzage World, music and language were not mere vibrations in the air—they were a force, a unique strength. Minstrels believed the Multiverse was spoken into existence. The words of the gods had shaped reality itself, and the primordial Holy Word of Creation still echoed throughout the cosmos, timeless and unbroken.
Music, then, was an attempt to control that echo—woven into spells, shaped into power. As the master of Silver Heaven, Barachiel wielded this very fragment of the Divine Word of Creation.
“Woo—” The Silver Horn sounded, its tone slow and solemn. The hymn swelled, growing passionate, dramatic—its melody rising like an operatic aria, pierced by a soaring female voice.
“Let justice be done, even if the heavens fall—”
“By the name of Justice and Righteousness, I shall weigh the souls of all. The virtuous shall earn immortality; the wicked, eternal damnation.”
As the hymn reached its crescendo, Barachiel raised his Silver Sword high. A muffled rumble shook the air, and Heavenly Power surged toward him, coalescing in the sky. It formed a blade—piercing the heavens, stretching thousands of meters long—its edge forged from the unyielding law of Heaven.
[Final Judgment]
For Heaven’s Mountain was the symbol of Order and Justice. As its sovereign, Barachiel held the authority to pass judgment upon the Material Realm. The more chaotic and evil the target, the greater the punishment. Should the condemned be a Deep Abyss Demon, their very essence might be erased.
To Barachiel’s eyes, Kai Xiusu—Emperor of the Ashen Flame, a Red Dragon who wielded Chaos Flame and waged war—was the very archetype of Chaotic Evil.
With solemn dignity, Barachiel raised his Longsword. His six massive wings stirred slowly behind him, and his voice rang out across Heaven and Earth, a sound of divine authority:
“Kai Xiusu! You have committed unspeakable atrocities—waged war, enslaved mankind. You have crossed the world’s final line! By the name of Heaven’s Mountain, by the silver light of Heaven, I, Lord of Luciath, Barachiel, shall deliver—Final Judgment!”
The sword descended.
“Woo—” The Heavenly Greatsword in the sky moved slowly, trembling the very fabric of space. Cracks split the air like lightning, rippling outward.
Kai Xiusu looked up at the sky, unafraid. He laughed wildly—mocking, triumphant.
“Hahahaha! Good! This is the majesty a Lord of Silver Heaven should have! But in this world—no one can judge me. Not even the will of Heaven!”
“Roar—” The Red Dragon reared up, standing on his hind legs, his forelimbs bracing his body. His wings unfurled, releasing a terrifying aura that spread for thousands of meters. No longer concealing his power, the presence of an Ancestral Dragon surged forth—unleashed, absolute.
“Gods…!”
“Good heavens… this pressure is unbearable!”
“What kind of monster is this? I can’t even breathe!”
Soldiers collapsed to their knees, trembling uncontrollably. Some fainted instantly. Others, overcome with terror, died on the spot.
This was the primal fear humans felt before overwhelming power—born from the ancient age when Dragons ruled the Earth, and humanity was little more than slaves.
Though Kai Xiusu had long since broken free of the Abyss’s influence, now aligned with Lawful Order, Barachiel’s all-out [Final Judgment] still posed a deadly threat.
The Heavenly Greatsword above still pulsed with glowing runes, still gathering power. It would take time to fully manifest.
And that was Kai Xiusu’s opening.
He stared up at Barachiel in the sky, and sneered.
“You really think I’ll just stand here and wait for you to finish your big finish, like some cliché villain?”
Before the words even faded, Kai Xiusu opened his bloody maw. His entire body blazed with fiery light—veins glowing like molten rivers beneath his skin, patterns like roots spreading across his flesh.
Pure Ancestral Dragon blood, saturated with terrifying energy, surged through his veins, flowing into his Dragon Crystal. Dark red flames erupted from porous organs along his neck and tail.
“Woo—”
In an instant, a surge of Chaos Energy erupted within the Dragon Crystal. Ember sparks erupted wildly across his chest, shattering the surrounding magical weave like storm waves crashing against stone.
A crimson Chaos Storm erupted from the Red Dragon, spreading outward in a radius of hundreds of meters. Everything within—vegetation, soldiers, sand—was torn into the air, incinerated, reduced to ash in the storm’s wake.
“Boom!”
The explosion was deafening. The earth cracked and sank. A column of dark red flame tore open the sky like a wound, bleeding fire like blood from a severed vein.
That was [Chaos Breath].
Barachiel’s face hardened. His dark purple eyes flared with fury. “So… you are truly in league with the Bottomless Abyss. But do you think this will save you from Final Judgment?”
From the silver horn, a chain-wrapped horn swelled in size, forming a barrier before Barachiel.
Radiant light poured forth. Symbols of Order Essence coalesced—solidifying into precise, geometric silver shards. They fused together, forming a fortress of light—tall as a hundred meters, its walls adorned with sacred murals and starlight radiance.
[The Immortal Bastion]
This was Barachiel’s dwelling, projected into reality—a fortress forged from the purest force of Heaven’s Order. It could withstand the onslaught of an Abyssal Lord.
Centuries ago, Barachiel had ridden this very fortress into battle, crushing demons, banishing Chaotic Evil back to the Abyss.
Now, it stood once more—defending against Kai Xiusu’s [Chaos Breath].
“Boom!”
The dark red flame column struck the Immortal Bastion. Evil clashed with Justice. Chaos collided with Order. The resulting explosion tore across half the sky—a maelstrom of crimson fire and divine light.
The aftermath surged downward, obliterating magical equipment, sending mages screaming in agony.
Kai Xiusu continued breathing fire, but now he soared upward, wings flaring, riding the heatwave toward the luminous fortress. His chest churned with Chaos, his flame column growing thicker, darker—nearly filling the sky, forming a massive vortex of fire.
“Roar—”
The roar shook the soul. Fear, raw and primal, gripped every living being.
Kai Xiusu’s pale golden eyes burned with fury—filled with the desire to slaughter, to destroy. His scales pulsed with faint bloodlight—his body had activated [Bloodscaled Fury].
The Emperor of the Ashen Flame now radiated power beyond measure—like a living embodiment of Karex himself, intent on burning the world to ash and birthing a new age ruled by dragons.
The people of the Empire of Ashen erupted in frenzy. They screamed, waved their weapons, shouting praises—already seeing victory.
After all, this was Kai Xiusu—the Emperor of Ashen Flame. In the Empire’s decades-long rise, he had never lost. He was victory incarnate.
“Long live Emperor Kai Xiusu!”
“Invincible!”
“This is our Supreme Majesty! This is the Emperor of the Empire of Ashen!”
In the same formation, a silver-haired girl stared up at the sky. Her hands clenched over her heart, her face etched with worry.
“Kai Xiusu… please… don’t let that power corrupt you again. You’re our last hope.”
Now, the Red Dragon reminded her too much of that day—the Battle of the Two Dragons, when Kai Xiusu had unleashed this same Chaos Breath to defeat her grandfather, Oszedro. But in the midst of battle, he’d lost control. Olivia had risked everything to awaken him.
Now, Kai Xiusu stood at the peak of the Material Realm, facing Heaven’s Lord. But Olivia could not even approach the battlefield—any closer, and the aftereffects would consume her.
She closed her eyes. Her hands clasped in prayer.
She prayed that Kai Xiusu would win—without losing his reason.
She prayed that this suffering would end.
She prayed that the Empire of Ashen would become, as Kai Xiusu promised, a new Order.
“Boom—”
The collision raged on. The Chaos Flame grew fiercer, yet it could not breach the radiant barrier.
The purest Order versus the most chaotic force—eternal, opposing, locked in a deadly dance. Fire and light exploded across the sky. Even the aftereffects were enough to kill an adult dragon.
Above Barachiel, the sword of Damocles—hanging in the sky—grew larger, more solid. Its runes glowed with power. The moment of judgment was near.
Barachiel’s luminous wheel blazed brighter. His six wings unfurled, towering over the battlefield. His gaze—cold, unyielding—locked onto the Red Dragon, now only hundreds of meters away.
“Kai Xiusu. Cease your futile struggle. Prepare to face judgment!”
“Red Dragons are slaves to strength,” Barachiel thundered. “And you, who have made your home in Abyssal Chaos—should be erased!”
“Boom—”
But the reply was a louder roar, a fiercer flame.
Kai Xiusu flared his wings, ascending—closer, closer to the Immortal Bastion.
“You think I am a slave to the Abyss? How utterly ridiculous! I am the master of strength!”
“Those corrupted by the Abyss always believe themselves masters,” Barachiel sneered, reinforcing his defense. “Yet they become nothing but puppets. You are no different.”
But then—something changed.
At Kai Xiusu’s chest, within the Dragon Crystal, a star-like light flared—interwoven with the Chaos Flame. His gaze cleared. His scales shimmered with a soft glow.
Then, he opened his mouth.
From deep within his throat, silver-white fire erupted.
[Order Restoration Breath]
Outer layer: the chaotic, unstructured flame of Chaos.
Inner layer: the absolute, structured flame of Order.
Together, they merged—forming a breath of staggering complexity, a paradox of power.
“Boom—”
The Immortal Bastion was a fortress of Eighth-Level Magic—[Order Shield]—able to repel all attacks infused with Chaos Essence. But it could not block something that was Order.
In an instant, Barachiel froze.
The silver-white flame pierced the fortress wall. The crimson flame followed—slithering through, consuming.
Barachiel’s face paled. “This… is impossible! How can you possess such power?!”
He raised his sword, blocking—but even then, the dual essence of the breath shattered every shield, every rune array, every barrier.
“Boom—”
The Chaos Flame annihilated. The silver flame reassembled—reconstructing the shattered particles into new matter, transforming them into Kai Xiusu’s own strength.
This breath could no longer be called [Chaos Breath] or [Order Restoration Breath]. Kai Xiusu gave it a new name.
[Plunder Breath]
As the name implied—breaking down the old, transforming it into the new. Shattering the old order, forging a new one under his control. This was the true essence of [Plunder Breath].
(End of Chapter)
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