Chapter 685: The Elegy of Extinction
“Shua—”
Kai Xiusu slashed his wings through the air, soaring into the sky in an instant. The Endless Flame erupted from his throat—chaotic fire, ordered flame, essence of the fire element, and patchwork divine powers of the deities intertwined once more. They collided, twisted, reacted, and finally forged a terrifying Law fluctuation. Within that breath, countless miniature universes seemed to be born and destroyed in endless succession.
To kill this avatar of a powerful divine entity, Kai Xiusu had left nothing in reserve.
His basal vessels blazed with intense flame-light, the radiance so fierce it pierced through his body, casting a hazy, blurred golden glow across the Red Dragon’s form.
Even the Damned Crawler Ghuush could feel the dread majesty of that breath. A vague, chilling awareness stirred within Him—this fusion of chaos and order possessed the terrifying ability to consume divine power.
The Ogres swung their battle axes, attempting to cleave through space and flee. But Dumason watched him with unyielding focus. In the blink of an eye, the Silent Conservator made his resolve: He would not let Ghuush escape.
Fire ignited in Dumason’s eyes. With a roar, he brought his molten hammer down upon the earth. The hammerhead burst with dazzling, blinding divine radiance.
“Boom!”
The ground trembled. Dust flew. Cracks exploded across the surface, splitting the earth wide open. From the fissures, massive stone pillars erupted like spines, shooting skyward—giant, jagged fingers of rock that encased Ghuush’s avatar in a crushing prison.
Each pillar pulsed with earth-yellow divine light, infused with the immense power of the Earth Deity. The spatial seals held firm, trapping Ghuush in place.
“Foolish! You think you can stop me, Dumason?!” Ghuush roared, his monstrous form pulsing with fury. With a single, sweeping swing of his battle axe, he cleaved through the stone pillar. The pillar shattered instantly, collapsing into rubble.
Even with Dumason’s full effort, the avatar of such a powerful divine being could not be truly bound—only delayed.
But that delay was all Kai Xiusu needed.
In that fleeting moment, he gathered his strength and unleashed a devastating breath toward Ghuush.
Ghuush lifted his head—only to see the Red Dragon swallowed by a blinding, sun-like flame-light. A thermal surge consumed the space around them, and countless columns of fire plunged from the sky like divine punishment descending.
“Boom!”
Ghuush’s face twisted in terror. His single eye flared with bloodlight, erupting in a furious counterattack against the Red Dragon’s fire. The sky itself was swallowed by Ghuush’s divine domain—blood-red radiance spilled across the heavens, even Kai Xiusu struggling to pierce through.
The fire and bloodlight, infused with edicts of order, chaos, fire, and the sun, clashed and canceled each other out in the boundary zone, creating a storm of edict turbulence.
At that moment, the Ogres and the Red Dragon were like two titanic celestial bodies, radiating light and heat, vying for dominance over the heavens and earth.
Yet Ghuush was a true divine being—his rank far too high. Even with Kai Xiusu going all out, he still felt the overwhelming pressure, his endurance nearing its limit.
But then, Dumason roared.
He raised his molten hammer high and brought it down with all his might.
Instantly, fragments of rock erupted into the air. Above, a colossal hammer—hundreds of meters long, forged from divine light and stone—descended with crushing force, aimed directly at the Orcish deity.
“Boom!”
Two titanic forces collided. A shockwave exploded outward, tearing across a kilometer of terrain. Sand and dust flew into the sky, stirring up another storm that swept across the earth.
Under the combined onslaught of Kai Xiusu and Dumason, the crimson divine barrier finally cracked—first with fine fissures, then shattered completely, dissolving into a thousand glittering fragments.
Kai Xiusu’s breath slammed into Ghuush’s body. The Ogres’ massive frame was instantly engulfed in a flood of fire. Dumason’s hammer crashed down into the inferno, striking at the blurred silhouette within the flames.
The Sea of Flames roared skyward. Flames burned fiercely. Thick smoke billowed into the air. The temperature soared—near enough to melt the surface world. Molten lava flowed across the ground.
The Red Dragon’s fire still poured forth like a waterfall. He weaved through the inferno, slashing with claw and whipping his tail, each strike capable of collapsing a mound in an instant.
Dumason’s hammer brought mountains to life and split the earth apart. The ground trembled, groaning like a dying beast, cracked with fissures that stretched for miles.
Under Kai Xiusu and Dumason’s relentless assault, the surroundings were obliterated without mercy. This was no longer a catastrophe—this was a world-ending disaster.
Finally, Kai Xiusu collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. The flames around him faded. His dragon crystal dimmed—exhausted. Even with the constitution of an ancestral dragon, the cost had been too great. He could not recover instantly.
Dumason stepped back cautiously, gripping his heavy shield and giant hammer, eyes locked on the thick smoke, ready to defend against any sudden attack.
The smoke gradually cleared.
On the scarred, wasteland earth, the Orcish deity still stood—unbroken, though battered. His body was torn and burned, covered in bruises from blunt force. His plate armor was shattered, his form disheveled and broken.
“You… all… will die!” Ghuush growled, his voice like grinding stone. With a surge of divine power, his body swelled once more, wounds healing instantly. A blood-red radiance spread from him, engulfing the sky.
This was the true avatar of a powerful divine being. Even the cataclysmic assault had not destroyed him—only enraged him, making him stronger.
“Boom—”
The divine force storm struck Kai Xiusu and Dumason. Both were slashed open by invisible blades—scales cracked, rock split. The crimson divine light burrowed into their flesh, creeping deeper with each passing second.
“Not bad… for a god of the Ogres. Even as an avatar, you’re far beyond my reach.” Kai Xiusu wiped blood from his lips, the taste hot and metallic. He stared at the storm’s center, his heart heavy with realization.
Even with Dumason’s aid, they couldn’t kill him.
But the war between the Dwarf Pantheon and the Ogre Pantheon raged on. Ghuush had to keep watch on the outer planes. As the war intensified, even a single fragment of divine power, a mere thought, descending into this realm would be drawn back into his true form.
“You, lowly crawler… I will sever your head! I will—” Ghuush’s rage-filled words cut short. His single eye flashed with sudden, uncontrollable fury.
Another dwarf?!
In the moment of distraction, the dwarves struck back. Their vanguard was already nearing the Eternal Battlefield.
If they breached his divine realm, the consequences would be catastrophic.
He had to act—immediately. With a snarl, he fixed Kai Xiusu with a gaze so dark and hateful it seemed to burn. He wanted nothing more than to tear him apart limb by limb.
“Kai Xiusu… you’re lucky today. Remember—when I descend again, your death will come.”
With that, a crimson beam of divine light shot into the sky from above the colossal Ogres. Ghuush’s avatar began to breach the boundary between the material plane and the outer plane—returning to his divine realm.
Kai Xiusu exhaled. Relief washed over him.
Then he looked up at the crimson light in the sky. His pale golden eyes flickered—revealing a deep, unhidden greed.
He knew Ghuush’s five divine offices: Ogre, Discord, Survival, Power, Territory. Each contained chaos, evil, hatred, strength, war—elements that resonated perfectly with Kai Xiusu.
An idea sparked in his mind.
If I’ve already sealed my fate with him… why not risk everything? Now’s my chance. I’ll consume his divine avatar.
Without hesitation, Kai Xiusu unleashed his wings. In Dumason’s stunned gaze, he shot into the sky, chasing the crimson light.
At ten kilometers above, the crimson light grew faster. The face of the Ogres formed within it.
To return to the outer plane, Ghuush had discarded all physical form—leaving only a pure spirit and divine essence.
But just as the veil of reality trembled, ready to tear—Kai Xiusu, trailing a trail of radiant fire like a falling star, appeared behind the avatar.
“Kai Xiusu! You’re asking for death!” Ghuush’s translucent face twisted in panic, fury, and fear. He tried to gather divine power to form weapons, to repel the Red Dragon.
But now, he was pure spirit and divine energy—his ability to affect the material plane was far weaker than when he had descended into Soro’s body.
Kai Xiusu smiled, his golden eyes gleaming. “Ghuush… when you descend again, it won’t just be a fragment that dies. Remember—I will shatter your true form. I will erase the Ogres from existence.”
“Boom—”
From his mouth, twin flames erupted—dark red and silver-white, opposites in essence, entwining like serpents. They twisted together, forming a terrifying, black-hole-like pull.
In the sky, a massive dragon of fire—hundreds of meters long, mottled and broken—emerged. The Manifestation of the Devouring Breath.
“Damn you! How dare you blaspheme a true god?!”
“Kai Xiusu, stop! You will regret this—you cannot bear my wrath!”
Ghuush’s remaining divine avatar screamed in fury, struggling, rebelling—but it was no use. The pull of the plunder breath was too strong. In the end, the fire dragon consumed him whole.
Chaos flame devoured Ghuush’s divine essence, reducing it to raw, formless chaos. The order flame then shaped the chaos into a single, pulsing crimson light sphere—pure, condensed divine power, ready to be absorbed.
But compared to the full avatar he had first descended as, this sphere contained only a fraction of the original power.
“War… Power… Survival…” Kai Xiusu gripped the crimson light sphere with his dragon claw. A euphoric grin spread across his face.
Every wound, every drop of blood—meaningless. The satisfaction of strength outweighed all pain.
Dumason stood frozen, staring at the sky. He hadn’t expected the Red Dragon to go this far—to devour a divine avatar.
He knew this dragon posed a grave threat to the dwarves. But for now, Ghuush was the greater enemy.
Kai Xiusu noticed the dwarf’s gaze. He turned, wings flaring, meeting Dumason’s eyes across the battlefield.
From that look, he sensed a storm of emotions—surprise, hostility, anxiety, unease.
He wasn’t surprised. After all, he had killed Dumason’s people and conquered their protected city just months ago. If the dwarf had dropped his guard now, that would have been strange.
Kai Xiusu smiled politely, bowing slightly.
“Thank you for your intervention, Lord Dumason. Please convey my sincerest regards to Molradin, His Majesty. May he prevail in this millennial pantheon war.”
His voice was warm, almost friendly—as if the dwarves were his closest allies. As if he had never slaughtered their citizens or seized their fortresses.
Dumason said nothing.
Silence.
Finally, he stared at Kai Xiusu for a long moment—then leaned on his giant hammer, sinking into the rock. His divine aura faded, vanishing from the material plane.
Dumason had left. He returned to the war between gods, where countless dwarves and ogres would clash across the spatial turbulence of the multiverse.
To true deities, battles between avatars were but games played upon the fragile stage of the material realm.
“Roar—”
A deep, echoing roar echoed from the horizon—drowning out the ogres’ screams, silencing the artillery’s thunder.
At the Dragonfly Capital, or rather, the towering walls of Aivendeldan, the battle abruptly halted. Ogres and imperial soldiers alike paused in eerie harmony.
Though the fighting stopped, their expressions were far more tense than during combat. This was their future at stake.
Ogres laid down their spears, bone clubs, stone axes. Imperial soldiers lowered their rifles, rocket launchers. They all turned toward the source of the sound.
And there, from the distant sky, emerged an enormous Red Dragon. His wings stretched wide, blotting out the sun’s radiance.
“It’s King Kai Xiusu!”
“Long live Emperor Kai Xiusu! Long live the Great Red Dragon!”
In the golden light, imperial soldiers screamed in frenzy and devotion, waving their weapons, their voices shaking the heavens.
The Ogres, however, collapsed into despair. Their faces were hollow, their weapons falling from their hands. Some fell to their knees, broken.
Soro, finally freed from the divine possession, surveyed the battlefield—wreckage strewn across the land. He stared at the Red Dragon in the sky, and a jolt of ice ran through him.
He fell to his knees.
“It’s over… everything is over.”
He knew. From this day forward—the future of the Ugo Great Plain’s Ogres was extinguished.
(End of Chapter)
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