The Ember Dragon Chapter 712: Confrontation and Judgment Stare - Novel Cool

Chapter 712: Confrontation and Judgment Stare

Before the towering Red Dragon, lifting the sun in its grasp—its Aura of Intimidation radiating across the sky— even the Angelic Divine Offspring of Arrogance felt their resolve waver.

Those who bore the Sun God’s Power sensed it most acutely. They could feel the majesty of that blazing orb, the overwhelming, primordial Might that pulsed within it—power that shared the same Root, the same Origin as their own.

In the golden eyes that turned with the sun, shock and disbelief flickered—raw, unfiltered emotion.

"By Amanata above... how can this Red Dragon possess such pure Sun God Power?"

"Could it be..."

They dared not speak the rest. Not with their Status, not with their pride.

Could this dragon truly be the True Sun itself? The Eternal Lord of Light incarnate on Earth?

Or was His Majesty Wilhelm—once bound to Hell by a Pact—truly abandoned by the Sun God? A forsaken child of divinity, now a wretched Devil’s apostle?

But while the Thracians trembled in confusion, in doubt, in turmoil, the people of the Empire erupted in a thunderous roar of devotion and frenzy the moment Kai Xiusu ascended into the sky.

Their faces lit with ecstatic fervor, their voices rising in unison, echoing through the heavens:

"Long Live Emperor Kai Xiusu!"

"Great Red Dragon, Long Live!"

Some raised their arms high, welcoming the sunlight as it poured down from the sky, bathed in divine radiance. They cried out from the depths of their souls:

"Master of the Sun! King Kai Xiusu is the true Lord of the Sun!"

"Master of the Sun!"

"Praise King Kai Xiusu! Praise the Sun!"

The cheers became a wave of sound, a relentless storm of voices that threatened to drown out the entire City of August.

Wilhelm stared upward, his golden eyes wide with shock, then fury, then a rising, manic excitement—before finally hardening into a seething, venomous hatred.

His body trembled, his wings quivering behind him, white feathers scattering into the air. The Spear of Final Judgment rose, its tip aimed like a dagger at the distant Red Dragon.

"Kai Xiusu! Cease your charade! You, a blasphemous thief, a desecrator of divinity, stealing strength from others—how dare you stand before me!"

Kai Xiusu saw it instantly: Wilhelm was afraid.

After sealing his pact with Hell, even he had begun to doubt. Had the Sun God truly abandoned him? Was he now a cast-off, a discarded child of the divine?

So he would not spare any chance to prove himself. He needed to erase the fear, the emptiness left by the consumption of his strength—by any means necessary.

At that thought, Kai Xiusu’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Wilhelm... do you truly believe that you, a wretched existence allied with devils, have any right to inherit the sacred Fedran legacy? To claim the mantle of the Sun God’s follower?"

"Stop deceiving your people. Stop deceiving yourself. The moment you abandoned your principles and signed that pact with Zaril, you were cast out—forever exiled from the Sun God’s grace!"

Kai Xiusu’s voice struck like a hammer of iron, shattering Wilhelm’s composure, rattling his very soul.

"Insolent fool!" Wilhelm roared, eyes blazing with divine fire. The luminous wheel behind him flared like a miniature sun, radiating a blinding, golden light.

With a powerful sweep, his six wings unfurled. His armored form surged upward, soaring to the very peak of the sky, facing off against the Red Dragon in a spectacle of divine confrontation.

"Everyone knows—only I, King of Angels, Lord of the Holy City, son of Aragon, am the true successor of Fadalan! The one chosen by the Sun God!"

"Only I can resurrect the Holy Faedran Empire, restore the Sun God’s light upon the Earth! For this purpose, I would sacrifice anything—everything!"

His voice remained arrogant, proud—yet now, beneath it, there was a crack, a tremor of something raw, something desperate.

The Hymn began to play.

The luminous wheel spun faster, brighter, emitting light that stretched ten thousand zhang into the sky. Sun God Power surged through Wilhelm’s body, gathering in the air above him, forming a colossal golden Angel—hundred meters tall, six wings spread wide, radiating an overwhelming Aura of Intimidation, a living Avatar of divinity.

"By the name of the Sun God—impure, vile Dragon, prepare to face Judgment!"

The six-winged Angel raised the Spear of Final Judgment. Instantly, a thousand beams of light coalesced into spears in the sky, countless and deadly, all aimed at the Red Dragon.

The Angel roared: "I shall deliver Death!"

Kai Xiusu sneered.

"A puppet of Zaril, yet you dare to act as God’s executioner? Do you not fear true Divine Punishment?"

To him, Wilhelm was already tainted—his Sun God Power nearly extinguished, corrupted by Hell’s strength. Yet he still tried to maintain the image of holiness, clinging to a flicker of divine power to defeat the Red Dragon.

It was no longer arrogance. It was nothing short of a foolish fantasy.

So be it.

Kai Xiusu would fight him—not with borrowed strength, but with the power he had plundered from over a dozen Angelic Divine Offspring.

Behind him, the Sunflare Orb flared to life, blazing with furious fire and dazzling flame-light, painting the entire sky in a deep, molten orange.

"Shua—!"

The Red Dragon struck the air with its wings, unleashing a gale that sent torrents of fire spiraling upward—forming a sea of flames stretching across thousands of meters, as if the sky itself were splitting open under the weight of such power.

The thousand light spears vanished into the Sea of Flames like pebbles swallowed by the ocean—gone, consumed, leaving no trace.

"Impossible!" Wilhelm’s face paled. He gritted his teeth, muttering:

"No... just luck. I am the Divinely Chosen One. How can a five-colored, malevolent beast—some stolen-strength thief—possibly..."

The six-winged Angel spun the Spear of Final Judgment at its center. Seven chains of holy light twisted around it, snapping with crisp, metallic echoes, forming a Rune Array inscribed with the Sun’s Sacred Emblem.

At the heart of the array, a miniature sun hovered, growing brighter and brighter. Space itself warped under the pressure of divine power, spiraling into golden vortexes.

"Boom!"

A thick, golden beam of light tore through the heavens, shattering clouds and lancing toward the Red Dragon.

"Roar—!"

Kai Xiusu roared back, spreading his wings, lifting his head, chest heaving. Within his Dragon Crystal, a terrifying fusion reaction erupted—Ten-Thousand-Zhang Light exploded from his core. Golden energy surged through his veins, gathering in his throat like molten fire.

Flames wrapped his body, his crimson scales gleaming like forged metal under the radiant glow. The air around him shimmered with unbearable heat, warped by the sheer intensity.

Now, the Red Dragon’s maw seemed to cradle a true sun—on the verge of unleashing a power that could burn everything to ash.

【Solar Breath】

A cone of divine power poured from his mouth—like a torrent of crimson gold, flooding the sky, illuminating half the heavens.

"Boom!"

The Solar Breath collided with the Judgment Light—two forces of the same origin, same root, clashing violently in midair. A massive explosion erupted, a sphere of fire and light stretching hundreds of meters wide.

The aftermath tore through the sky—a storm of raw energy, spreading across thousands, even tens of thousands of meters.

Within three hundred meters, every living being—human, half-dragon, or Hell puppet—was instantly incinerated, reduced to a regiment of ash.

Within a kilometer, creatures were thrown aside by the scorching wind, their bodies marked with deep burns. They flapped their wings desperately, clinging to their floating spells, barely surviving the maelstrom.

Even soldiers on the ground, or those far off in the distance—tens of thousands of meters away—were blinded by the flash. All they felt was a searing wind rushing toward them.

"God..."

"Is this the strength of a true master? Even the aftermath of battle can kill mortals with ease!"

"King Kai Xiusu is invincible! Tear that arrogant bird apart!"

Shielding their eyes, peering through the cracks between their fingers, the mortals below watched in stunned awe. They trembled at the sheer, incomprehensible might of these beings.

Soon, the clash reached its conclusion.

To everyone’s surprise, it was Kai Xiusu—the Emperor of the Ashen Flame—who had emerged victorious in this battle of Sun God Power.

Wilhelm’s face twisted in horror. Sweat poured from his brow. Golden blood trickled from his lips. Cracks spiderwebbed across his skin, his once-proud form now ragged and broken.

He screamed, voice raw with desperation:

"Impossible! I am the son the Father praised! You cannot possess stronger Sun God Power than me!"

But Kai Xiusu was unmoved.

Within his Dragon Crystal lay the divine cores of dozens of Angelic Divine Offspring—including Duke Walter, one of the greatest. Multi-core power, honed and amplified.

Wilhelm, however, was poisoned by Hell’s strength. The Sun’s radiance had turned away from him. His power was nearly gone.

Kai Xiusu’s Solar Breath grew fiercer. He pushed the explosion forward, forcing Wilhelm to shield himself with his six wings—frantically, desperately.

"Boom!"

Feathers fell like snow. Wilhelm’s holy wings were scorched black, the flesh beneath exposed, raw and burning.

Kai Xiusu loomed over him, his gaze cold, piercing.

"Wilhelm. Face the truth. You no longer have the right to wield the Power of the Sun God."

A smirk curled his lips. His tone turned mocking, almost playful. He even lifted a claw, as if to point.

"Come now. Let me witness the filthy strength you stole from your nation’s spiritual soul."

"You—!" Wilhelm’s eyes burned with fury. His face turned pale. His body shook uncontrollably. In his mind, one thought screamed over and over:

Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.

If he could kill this Red Dragon, take its power—then he would still be the favored child of the Sun God. The rightful heir. The sacred successor.

And no one would ever uncover the truth. No one would ever see his secret.

Then, a whisper, sweet and seductive, echoed in his mind:

"Your Majesty Wilhelm... you cannot defeat this dragon like this. Come, use our Pact. Sacrifice these lowly mortals—grass and ash—to Hell. Just a small price... and I will grant you the strength to destroy him. In time, you will rule the Holy City. Sit upon the Golden Throne. Become the true Holy Emperor Faldran. Build an empire that will last a millennium."

"No... not yet... I can still fight him!" Wilhelm clutched his ears, shaking his head in agony.

He still had a sliver of reason. The fire of rage hadn’t yet consumed him.

He knew—if he unleashed Hell’s power in front of hundreds of thousands in the City of August, his radiant image would collapse—forever.

But Kai Xiusu saw it all.

Coldly, he stared at the Angelic Divine Offspring, now entangled in devilish chains.

"Since you refuse to show yourself... then I will do it for you."

He extended his arm, claws outstretched. A silver-white palace materialized in his hand—its surface shimmering with starlight, radiating purity and justice.

—The Primordial Source of Silver Heaven, a fragment of the Sevenfold Heaven Essence, born from the purest light and justice at the dawn of the universe.

And the cursed Wilhelm—tainted by Hellish power—was instinctively repelled by such purity.

Wilhelm looked up, roaring:

"Evil Dragon! What do you intend to do?!"

Kai Xiusu smiled, colder than ice.

"I intend to tear off your disguise. Let the world see the true face of your so-called 'King of Angels.'"

Without hesitation, the Red Dragon circled the sky once, then—swift and decisive—plunged its claw into the Sunflare Orb, embedding the Essence of Heaven.

Instantly, the Orb blazed with pure, silver light—so holy, so radiant, it seemed to cleanse the very air. It pulsed with a sacred energy that could purify all evil.

In its glow, mortals saw visions of glory: the sacred mountains of Silver Heaven, palaces of light, angels soaring through starlit skies, beasts of divine grace.

But to the fiends? Only the blazing eyes of a judgmental angel. Only the thunderbolt of divine retribution. The sight alone made their spirits tremble in fear.

Now, the Sunflare Orb ascended—transcended—into a sacred spell: 【Sacred Day】

A light that made all fiends cower, exposed their true forms, and forced them to confront their inner darkness.

"No! No, no! I am the Sun God’s Offspring! King of Angels! Future Emperor of Fadalan! I am the Avatar of Goodness and Justice!"

Wilhelm screamed, writhing in agony as burns spread across his body. His skin cracked and blackened.

"You have no right to judge me! I am the true one!"

But his pleas were useless.

His once-holy body twisted and distorted—his form warping, descending toward the shape of a Hellish demon.

(End of Chapter)

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