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Chapter 742: Battle to the Death
“That’s a Legendary Spell! That Red Dragon is a Legendary Spellcaster!”
In the frontline position of Avernus, an ancient Demon Mage, stroking his goat beard, let out a sharp exclamation as he sensed the overwhelming surge of mana.
“By the Lord of the Nine Hells! How can a creature as reckless as a Red Dragon become a Legendary Mage?!”
A Legendary Spellcaster—capable of unleashing countless powerful, awe-inspiring spells—was revered across the Multiverse, treated as a guest of honor in any realm. And this caster was no ordinary being: a colossal Red Dragon, sixty meters long! The fact that a Dragon—already inherently gifted with spellcasting ability—had ascended to such a level only amplified its strength to an unfathomable degree.
Koscherci stomped forward, and in an instant, a massive floating Ice Mountain materialized midair. The ice cracked and expanded violently beneath the giant’s footsteps, and with each stride, he surged forward behind the Red Dragon, transforming the sky into a frozen wasteland of endless snow.
Amidst the howling wind, Kai Xiusu unfurled his wings. His willpower warped reality itself, twisting the weather. For a moment, the battlefield once again witnessed the convergence of Ice and Fire, the air thick with smoke and ash.
Within the swirling smoke, the Red Dragon and the Frost Giant clashed in brutal, desperate combat—locked in a violent struggle, their monstrous claws and thick limbs tearing at each other, each vying for dominance.
“Roar—!”
Kai Xiusu roared, unleashing a torrent of flames from his throat. High above, a sea of Tianhuo—celestial fire—erupted, melting the glacier before him in an instant.
The Red Dragon lifted its head and let out a thunderous cry. Meteorites, blazing like burning stars, rained from the sky, crashing down toward the Frost Giant.
Koscherci stood atop the glacier, raising his battle axe in a sweeping arc.
“Swish—!”
A blade of ice, hundreds of meters long, sliced across the sky. It split the incoming meteors midair, detonating them violently. The fragments froze instantly, turning into icy shards before plummeting to the ground.
“Crawler… is that all you’ve got?”
The King of the Frost Giants roared, and a wave of frigid air spread outward. Black, foul mist seeped across the land, and a chaotic, primordial aura surged forward like a tide, eroding Kai Xiusu’s mind.
“No! I cannot let that Abyssal will corrupt my soul!”
Kai Xiusu spread his wings once more, ascending thousands of meters into the sky. Above him, the magnificent Supreme True Dragon Crown materialized, radiating countless beams of divine light that dispersed the encroaching chaos energy.
The Red Dragon extended a claw, its palm glowing with runes imbued with elemental authority. The space around it warped, and massive vortexes of flame erupted from the distortions.
—Summoning Elemental Giants.
“ROAR!!!”
Dozens of Lava Giants, their bodies wreathed in blazing flames, burst forth from the vortexes. They roared, swinging massive fists of molten fire toward the Frost Giant.
Each of these Elemental Energy titans radiated unbearable heat, their fire elemental power rivaling that of a typical Balor Fire Demon. If left unchecked, they could easily annihilate entire kingdoms in the Material Realm.
But they faced an enemy far beyond their reach—a Semi-God-level Abyssal Lord.
“Elemental beasts? You dare use such crude, low-level tools against me? How utterly pathetic!”
Koscherci’s eyes flashed with icy blue light. From his massive form, waves of frost snow erupted, blanketing everything in pure white.
In just one breath, the Elemental Giants were frozen midair—then shattered into brittle, frozen rock, crashing down like debris.
Kai Xiusu never expected the summons to kill Koscherci. He only needed them to delay the Frost Giant for a moment.
And now… his goal was achieved.
The Frost Giant hefted his battle axe, roaring as he prepared to charge back into the sky for another clash with the Red Dragon—only to freeze as the sky suddenly blazed with light.
A ten-thousand-zhang beam of sunlight poured down, bathing the world in brilliance and warmth. Glaciers melted, snow vanished, and even the stormy wind stilled beneath the sun’s gaze.
The glacier Koscherci stood upon instantly turned to boiling water. He hastily summoned his Ice Throne, standing atop it, his expression dark and grim as he stared upward.
“That damned Crawler… still has such a trick.”
“That… that’s…?”
“Look! Look up there!”
“By the Lord of the Nine Hells! It’s actually here? I’ve never seen such a thing before!”
Demons across Avernus gasped in unison, their eyes wide with awe. Even Bair was stunned, his jaw slack.
In the crimson sky of Avernus—where such things had no place, where such a thing had never existed—appeared a sight long banished from hell.
The Sun.
Many low-ranking devils had never left Avernus, let alone seen the Material Realm. This was their first time witnessing such a majestic sight.
Humans, devils, demons—all looked up. A radiant sun blazed in the sky, pouring light and warmth across the earth. It melted the ice, burned away the gunpowder smoke, and dissipated the thick white fog that had choked the battlefield.
Having consumed Wilhelm’s Sun God Primordial Source, Kai Xiusu had refined his control over the Sun God’s power to a new level. He was now, in essence, the living union of body and spirit of a Fadalan Divine Offspring. Though not yet a Semi-God in rank, his divine power was immense.
Now, Kai Xiusu could summon a true miniature celestial body—not a phantom illusion.
Eternal Sun.
The Red Dragon bore the sun upon his back, slowly flapping his vast, shadow-veiling wings. In the radiance, his form blurred, his silhouette outlined in golden fire.
At that moment, Kai Xiusu stood as the Avatar of the Sun—majestic, divine, his pale golden eyes blazing with celestial light.
Slowly, he opened his blood-stained maw. From deep within his throat, a blinding light surged forth, surrounded by flowing flames.
Ultimate Solar Breath!
“Boom—”
The world itself seemed to pause.
A torrent of golden flame cascaded from his mouth like a waterfall, splitting the sky in two. The breath carried the destructive might of the sun, hurtling toward the Frost Giant in a wave of annihilation.
Even Koscherci, the King of Frost Giants, took the attack seriously—his face grim, his posture rigid.
Powerful physique. Mastery of spells. Unfathomable divine power. This Red Dragon had far surpassed his expectations. No wonder Jelrazaks had fallen to it.
And the Emperor of the Ashen Flame was still so young—rising to prominence only in the last few centuries, growing at an astonishing speed. If he were allowed to escape, he would become an eternal threat.
Even if this dragon fled to the Material Plane, Koscherci wasn’t certain he could defeat it.
This had to end now.
In an instant, Koscherci made his resolve. He would kill this Red Dragon here and now—eradicate the root of the threat in Avernus.
The Frost Giant’s skin erupted with glowing cyan ice runes. Ice crystals surged across his body, forming a thick, armored shell, radiating dense white fog.
“Praise Koscherci!”
“Great King of the Frost Giants! He is the terminator of all frozen things, the sacred one from the Bottomless Abyss!”
Frost shamans and warriors chanted in unison, their faith power rising and converging upon Koscherci’s towering form. The Frost Divine Power surged like ripples, gathering at the heart of his battle axe—the Heart of Winter. A chilling aura spread outward, freezing the air for kilometers.
“Boom—”
With a mighty swing, the axe cleaved through the sky. A torrent of frost-white energy, stretching for thousands of meters, surged into the heavens—colliding head-on with the Red Dragon’s Solar Flame.
Fire met frost. Energy clashed. A colossal wave of destruction erupted, blinding light and violent turbulence engulfing hundreds of kilometers.
This was not just a clash of energy—it was a collision of divinity and law, a force capable of reshaping the very nature of the plane.
A thick, scorching fog filled the sky. Storms spiraled outward from the epicenter, threatening to consume the entire wasteland.
“Run!”
“Lord of the Nine Hells!”
“Get into the trench!”
“What the hell is this?! Is this even a fair fight?! This is like a nuclear explosion!”
Players and devils screamed in panic, fleeing in terror. They hadn’t expected the aftermath to reach even ten miles away.
The demons fared worse—closer to the battlefield, they had nowhere to hide. A hurricane of scorching white smoke roared over them like a tidal wave.
In moments, the earth was left buried under charred ruins, skeletal remains dripping with asphalt-like viscous fluid. Only mid- and high-tier demons survived the storm.
“Kai Xiusu… feel honored!”
Koscherci roared, gripping his axe tightly, advancing slowly toward the sky. Each step caused the ground to heave, forming towering ice mountains.
Though Kai Xiusu controlled the Sun God’s power, it was only stolen from a divine offspring—stripped of its true essence through countless layers of weakening. It could never match the true Sun God.
Koscherci, however, was a genuine Semi-God, a Lord of the Abyss. His strength was beyond measure.
High above, the Red Dragon’s Solar Breath began to falter—its golden flame dimming, consumed by the encroaching frost.
“By the name of the Frost Giants of Tanalir—”
Koscherci roared, channeling centuries of accumulated Frost Divine Power into his axe.
The cold intensified, spreading like a plague, devouring the golden flames and surging toward the Red Dragon, threatening to freeze all existence.
Even if Kai Xiusu gave everything, it seemed hopeless.
Under the influence of Frost Divine Power, space itself froze. The sky seemed to turn into a massive block of ice. The sun flickered, dimming—on the verge of being extinguished.
“Praise the King of the Frost Giants!”
“Long live Lord Koscherci!”
The Frost Giants chanted in unison, their voices filled with frenzy and devotion.
“That Frost Divine Power… it’s terrifying,” the Red Dragon thought, his heart pounding. He poured every ounce of strength into his breath, barely holding back the freezing tide. His wingbeats grew slower. His body heat drained away.
Eternal Freedom!
A faint purple spell-light flickered across his scales, granting him the strength to break free from all bindings.
But the Frost Divine Power wasn’t just affecting Kai Xiusu’s body—it was freezing the very space around him. The battlefield itself seemed to have been frozen solid.
“Give up your futile struggle, Kai Xiusu.”
Koscherci advanced steadily, his body glowing with pale blue light, radiating biting cold like the avatar of Winter’s Wrath. The deep chaos aura clung to him, exuding an aura of terrifying intimidation.
The Frost Giant smirked. “You chose the wrong opponent. Mortal beings are mortal. No matter how strong, they cannot cross that boundary.”
Confident in his victory, Koscherci moved with calm composure—no urgency, no rush.
“Now… I only need to wait for the right moment.”
Kai Xiusu thought, feeling the cold seep into his soul.
As Koscherci approached, Kai Xiusu felt his blood slow, his dragon heart cooling. This was the true power of Frost Divine Energy—no mortal could withstand it.
His crimson scales were now coated in thick frost, making him resemble a twisted White Dragon.
The golden flame in his throat had vanished. The sun on his back dimmed. Koscherci’s face twisted into a mad grin.
He raised his axe.
“Crack… crack…”
Then—cracks appeared across the frost on Kai Xiusu’s body, sharp and clear.
How?
This Red Dragon was only a lowly mortal—how could he break free from his Frost Domain?
Koscherci’s eyes widened in shock. He swung the axe in a desperate attempt to decapitate the dragon before the situation spiraled.
But at that moment—Kai Xiusu spread his wings wide and let out a deafening roar.
The ice fell from his body. In his mouth appeared a crude, ancient war hammer.
—Matalotok, the Father of Frost.
Through experimentation, Kai Xiusu had discovered this hammer was the embodiment of Koscherci’s divine power. It could store—and even control—Frost Divine Energy.
The Red Dragon gripped the massive hammer, using his willpower to violently absorb Koscherci’s Frost Divine Power. A colossal vortex of frost formed in the sky.
Koscherci recognized the hammer instantly. It was his most cherished weapon—forged in the Steel Ice Plains for millennia, even prepared as a sacred relic for his ascension to divinity.
Zaril!
This Red Dragon had killed Zaril… and stolen his artifact!
The God of the Frost Giants roared in fury, his face twisted with rage. “You filthy thief! That belongs to me!”
“No! Stop!”
Kai Xiusu paid no mind. He unleashed the full power of Father of Frost, draining the surrounding divine energy—sucking even the ice armor on Koscherci’s body into himself.
In an instant, Koscherci’s divine power began to wane.
Rage flashed in Koscherci’s eyes. His body erupted with chaotic energy, his form twisting as pus-filled blisters burst across his skin.
Without the Frost Divine Power to suppress it, the Chaos Willpower within the Tanalir Frost Giants surged uncontrollably, threatening to take over.
“Crawler… I will kill you!”
His roar tore through the abyss like a gale, wild, uncontrolled, and utterly chaotic.
(End of Chapter)
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