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Chapter 659: Mountain Collapse and the Threat of Rock Dwarf
Roaring to the sky, the Rock Dwarf Dumason swung his arm, hurling a colossal stone—weighing ten thousand tons and over ten meters in diameter—toward the Red Dragon high above. This was no ordinary rock. It pulsed with the power of the Earth Deity, a weapon of unimaginable might. Its sheer strength could shatter a mighty floating city, sending it crashing to the ground in ruins.
Yet the Red Dragon showed no fear. With his bloody maw wide open, a torrent of dragonfire erupted from deep within his throat. His chest crystal blazed like a miniature sun, radiating blinding light in all directions.
Boom—
The air shattered as a crimson-and-white flame column surged through the heavens like a greatsword, slicing through the massive stone mid-flight. The rock exploded violently in midair, raining burning fragments down like a storm of molten petals. The impact tore craters into the earth, each explosion shaking the land.
But compared to the titanic clash between Kai Xiusu and Dumason, this was merely a splash of water—trivial, insignificant.
After piercing the stone, the flame column continued its relentless charge, aimed straight at Dumason’s material plane vessel—the body of Aid.
Yet the Titan-like Rock Dwarf stood firm. From his arms sprouted countless crystalline gemstones, fusing into a dazzling, translucent great shield. Hexagonal in shape, over thirty meters long, it was so flawless in its surface that were it ever cut, it could yield countless dazzling jewels.
Dumason, master of mineral veins, had summoned every gemstone buried beneath the hundred-mile radius, channeling the earth’s hidden veins to form this defense.
Boom!
Two titanic elemental forces collided. The gemstone shield held firm, its surface shimmering with reflected light, even bouncing back some of the searing heat.
Behind the shield, Dumason raised his molten hammer. With a roar of magma, iron, copper, gold, silver, and mithril erupted from the ground—shooting upward like a rain of falling stars, aimed at the sky-bound Red Dragon.
Arooo—
Kai Xiusu let out a thunderous, primal roar. Channeling the full authority of the Elemental Plane, fire-laden meteors began raining from the sky, colliding mid-air with the metallic storm.
For a moment, the heavens were choked with fire, the earth buried under a cascade of molten shards. The clash ignited a swirling storm of flame clouds, while countless burning fragments rained down.
These were pure, priceless metals—enough to make any mortal sacrifice their life for. Yet now, no one cared. All eyes were fixed on the distant, apocalyptic battle. In the face of such overwhelming majesty, even the bravest trembled with fear.
Boom!
Dumason swung his molten hammer down with a mighty crash. The earth groaned, and countless razor-sharp rocks erupted from the ground—like roots of a colossal tree—rising up with terrifying force, echoing Aid’s earlier technique, but amplified a hundredfold.
Each rock shot skyward for a hundred meters, forming sheer, jagged peaks like blades piercing both heaven and earth, aiming for the Red Dragon’s abdomen and neck.
But Kai Xiusu was impossibly fast. With a single flap of his dragon wings, a hurricane roared into existence. His massive form blurred into a streak of crimson, darting through the swirling flame clouds with impossible grace.
His speed defied mortal eyes. All that remained were fleeting, terrifying traces—flashes of scales, glimpses of claws—fleeting shadows in a storm of fire.
At the same time, thunderbolts cracked from the sky, striking Dumason’s head. And from every direction, miniature suns of fire plummeted downward—dozens of blazing fireballs, each powerful enough to end a dragon’s life.
Yet none could harm the dwarf deity’s avatar.
Dumason’s silver flame eye flared with blinding light. He stood rigid, his body erupting with shimmering mithril armor—impenetrable, magically resistant—absorbing the thunderbolt’s strike.
The fireballs exploded mid-air, their flames drawn into the molten hammer, fed like sustenance.
Then the flame clouds surged downward, pressing like an incoming tsunami, blanketing the surface world in scorching steam. The heat was so intense it could char a mortal to ash in seconds.
But every strike—thunderbolt, flame, cloud—was but a diversion. Kai Xiusu had already ascended to ten thousand meters above, plummeting from the sky like a meteor.
Wind pressure crushed down. Sulfur-scented smoke billowed, and the entire world trembled beneath the Red Dragon’s dive.
Dumason gripped his molten hammer, raised his gemstone shield, and braced himself—on high alert. His massive frame radiated a deep ochre-yellow light.
Then—BANG!
The Red Dragon burst through the smoke and fire, jaws wide, unleashing a dark-red breath of chaos, charging straight at Dumason.
BOOM!
The impact shook the world. The ground sank several meters under the force. Cracks spiderwebbed across the earth, and rivers of magma surged forth. The Blackstone Mountains trembled violently, collapsing in massive landslides. Countless creatures were buried beneath rock and soil.
Though Dumason blocked with his shield, caught off guard, he was still driven deep into the earth.
Struggling, he swung his hammer—its head glowing with ochre-yellow light, its force capable of shattering space—aiming to crush the Red Dragon’s head.
Yet Dumason’s rocky avatar, though towering like a Gundam, was clumsy compared to Kai Xiusu’s agility. The dragon dodged with a flick of his head. Then, deep within his body, his basal vessels surged. Crimson flames of chaos erupted.
This essence of chaos tore through the Earth Deity’s power, piercing the gemstone shield and lashing toward Dumason’s avatar.
Dumason rolled, slamming the dragon’s claw aside, narrowly avoiding the blast. The chaos flame scoured the earth, carving a hole so deep it vanished into darkness.
Kai Xiusu grinned, flames curling from his lips. “Dumason. If this were the Outer Plane, I might’ve hesitated. But here? This is the Prime Material Plane. Surrender now. You dwarves are powerless to hold Aivendeldan. This land—this world—belongs to the Empire of Ashen. It belongs to me.”
Dumason remained silent, unmoving. But he raised a fist the size of a small hill, charging toward the Red Dragon’s heart. His silver eyes blazed with fury, sparks of ember flickering like dying stars.
BOOM!
Kai Xiusu flared his wings and leapt into the air, evading the blow. Yet the impact was so immense it cracked the space around him. Even the Red Dragon felt a chill.
Then Dumason’s assault intensified. His stone body, tireless, pressed forward through the flames, raining down blows with fists, feet, and war hammer. Kai Xiusu danced through the air, using his speed to outmaneuver the dwarf deity.
The dragon unleashed breaths charged with chaos, order, and solar power—changing tactics with every strike, leaving the dwarf’s avatar scorched and cracked.
“Die!”
Kai Xiusu plunged from above, diving like a comet. His flame column struck Dumason unprepared—crushing him into a nearby mountain. The dragon’s breath tore through his abdomen.
Boom!
The mountain collapsed, burying Dumason beneath rubble.
But as Kai Xiusu lunged forward, the dwarf vanished—dissolved into the rock.
Then—CRACK!
The earth split open. Dumason erupted upward, hurling himself into the sky with a war hammer raised high, aiming to crush the Red Dragon’s skull from behind.
But Kai Xiusu whipped his tail upward in a brutal sweep, deflecting the attack. The dwarf deity was flung back, crashing into the air.
This was no mere physical clash. It was a battle of divine authority and elemental power—every strike a clash of titanic forces.
They fought from the depths of the Blackstone Mountains, across dozens of miles, leaving behind a trail of molten ash and ruin. Where they passed, the land became scorched wasteland.
“Kai Xiusu above!”
“That’s terrifying—just the aftermath of this battle could level mountains. Thank the stars we didn’t charge in blindly.”
“His Majesty will win!”
“Who could possibly fight His Majesty like this? Who… is that dwarf?”
Suddenly, a clear female voice rang through the imperial military formation, answering their questions:
“That is Dumason—Guardian Deity of the Shield Dwarf Race. The Great Emperor of the Ashen Flame, our master, is now warring against a true deity!”
The soldiers turned, eyes wide. There stood Misha, her face alight with awe—like she had witnessed a miracle.
In truth, Dumason was merely possessing Aid’s remnants, influenced by the ogre deities. His power was but a fraction of his true divine form.
Yet Misha seized the moment—spreading tales of Kai Xiusu’s greatness, of the Emperor’s courage in facing a god.
The people erupted in shock. Though they mocked the gods, they could no longer deny their existence—nor their might.
“Is… is that really a deity?” someone whispered, disbelieving.
“Now I understand why His Majesty had to intervene personally! Only a being of such power could stand against him!”
“King Kai Xiusu fights for us! To protect us from such a god! How can we ever repay such gratitude?”
Tears flowed freely. Some fell to their knees, weeping in anguish and reverence, moved by the Emperor’s sacrifice.
Yet on the battlefield, miles away, Kai Xiusu paid no mind to his adoring subjects. A feral, triumphant grin split his face.
“Dumason… do you feel it? The world rejects you. Look around. You’ve torn this realm apart. Can you still call yourself the Earth’s Guardian?”
Dumason’s expression darkened. He had no answer.
Divine nature shaped him. He had just witnessed the deaths of countless Shield Dwarves—his mind clouded with grief. And this cunning red dragon, relentless in provocation, had pushed him too far.
For the first time in eons, “The Silent Conservator” let out a cold, sharp breath. His gaze locked onto the Red Dragon above, and his hands formed a series of gestures—messages that rang clearly in Kai Xiusu’s mind.
“Emperor of the Ashen Flame… are you truly willing to go to war with the entire Dwarf Pantheon?”
Kai Xiusu shook his head, smiling. “Of course not. I’m helping you. Short pain is better than long suffering. If the ogres march south, far more dwarves will die than today.”
Dumason gritted his teeth. Even a deity of silence and restraint felt his blood boil.
“This is not over. Your actions have enraged Molradin. Return to Aivendeldan—before the war with the Ogre Pantheon ends!”
“Have I not already made concessions?” Kai Xiusu sighed, voice heavy with false sorrow. “If the Dwarf Pantheon continues to obstruct me, I won’t hesitate to wipe out the Shield Dwarves of the High Mountain Kingdom—completely.”
Dumason’s gaze hardened. He raised his hands again, preparing to intervene.
“What do you mean?”
“You think I didn’t see what the Mountain Lord did?” Kai Xiusu spoke slowly, descending from the sky. The ground groaned beneath him, cracks spreading. “You think your little tricks can hide from me?”
He smiled, wings fluttering.
“Ancient Guardian of the Shield Dwarves… if you persist in your folly, I’d be delighted to enter that half-plane. I’d slaughter every last dwarf. Tell me—when that day comes, will you still be worthy of calling yourself ‘Guardian of the Shield Dwarves’?”
The Red Dragon stared down at Dumason’s stone form. His golden vertical pupils gleamed with cold, naked intent—pure, unapologetic threat.
“You—”
Dumason’s face darkened further. Rage burned within him, shaking the earth beneath his feet, like a volcano on the brink.
Mortals would have fallen to their knees, begging for mercy before a deity of such power. But Kai Xiusu only grew more excited.
With wings spread wide, the Red Dragon stepped forward, unafraid.
“If you won’t find that half-plane… and you still choose to fight me… then I have no choice but to make an alliance with the crude, brutish ogre deities.”
He tilted his head, voice calm.
“You know, thanks to fate’s favor, my bloodline is so rare even Tiamat has coveted it. Tell me… what monsters could be born from such a dragon’s blood, fused with ogre flesh?”
The threat was naked. Unfiltered. Unholy.
To threaten a deity—this was blasphemy. No greater act of audacity had ever been committed.
In the Third Era, Dumason would have descended in his true form, unleashing divine wrath upon this insolent mortal—letting him witness the fury of a god’s punishment.
But now… Dumason’s face flickered with uncertainty. Doubt. A crack in his resolve.
Because the Red Dragon spoke the truth.
If this war continued… if this peak-powered dragon allied with the Ogre Pantheon… the consequences would be catastrophic. And even he—Dumason, the guardian of the earth—might not survive them.
(End of Chapter)
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