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Chapter 744: Tiamat's Corruption
"Subjects of Hell! Destroy them! Drive these filthy madmen back to the Bottomless Abyss!"
Kai Xiusu’s roar echoed across the entire battlefield.
Under the Red Dragon’s command, both players from the Material Realm and Hell-born Devil soldiers surged forward with intensified battle fervor, chasing down the demons. At that moment, it was as if the Red Dragon in the sky was the true Lord of Hell, ruling over Avernus’s vast army.
Seeing the Devils’ reaction, the aura of the Red Dragon’s command, Bair’s expression grew darker—his face heavy with gloom, his pupils burning with suppressed rage, his heart sinking deeper with each passing second.
That greedy Red Dragon… the Damned Emperor of the Ashen Flame—those were my words! My very words!
"No need to waste time on anything else! Full火力! Annihilate these demons! Glory to the Mechanical Divinity!"
"Boom! Boom!"
Wyverns soared through the skies, bombs and missiles raining down like a storm, detonating with earth-shattering explosions that turned countless demons into charred remains.
Aerospace airships sped forward at full throttle, their beams slicing across the battlefield. Wherever the light touched, no grass dared grow—demons were erased instantly. Even the surface of the world cracked open under the force of the blasts.
Steam tanks roared across the earth, charging headlong into the demon horde, crushing vast swathes of enemies into mangled flesh.
"We haven’t lost yet! For the great Lord Koscherci! For the Supreme Will of the Abyss!"
A Frost Shaman raised his scepter high, summoning a blizzard of ice that swept toward the players.
The Tanalir Frost Giants, eyes blood-red, faces twisted with fury, let out deafening roars as they wildly swung their massive clubs and spears, charging forward beneath a biting cold wind.
But then—
A terrifying crimson figure emerged in midair.
Towering and imposing, the figure bore bat-like wings, wielded a steel fork, and was wreathed in hellfire.
It was the Deep Hell Forgemaster—the nominal Lord of Avernus… Bair.
"That’s…" The Frost Shaman’s face paled with panic. Without hesitation, he turned and fled, screaming: "It’s Death! It’s Bair! All of you, hurry up!"
Bair snarled, his voice dripping with venom:
"Koscherci is dead. You will die too. In the fury of Hell, you Abyssal scum will be burned to ash!"
If not for Koscherci, how could he have surrendered Hell’s authority?
If not for that damned Demon Lord, the Emperor of the Ashen Flame would never have dared to rise in his domain, stealing the spotlight and usurping his power!
Rage boiled in Bair’s eyes. Flames writhed around his steel fork like living serpents, as if he longed to unleash every ounce of fury upon these “remnants of Koscherci.”
Swish—
With a single sweep of his wings, Bair vanished—reappearing behind the Frost Shaman in an instant. The steel fork flashed through the air, severing the Shaman’s head cleanly.
Dark, icy blood erupted from the severed neck, splattering across the frozen ground.
The Frost Giant’s head tumbled to the earth, its face still frozen in terror and despair.
The Shaman was dead. The cold wind died instantly. The Tanalir Frost Giants roared in blind fury, charging forward in a final, desperate counterattack.
But the real world was merciless.
Bair’s eyes blazed with hellfire. In a single breath, the oncoming giants were reduced to ash.
"You fools! You have no idea who you’re dealing with! I am the Lord of Hell—Supreme Ruler of Avernus! I will cast every last one of you back into the Abyss!"
"No, it wasn’t you!"
One Frost Giant, blood dripping from his lip, wiped it away with a trembling hand, then pointed toward the sky, laughing wildly. "It was the dragon! He defeated us! He is our true enemy! He is the Dragon of Hell! The foe of the Frost Giants!"
"What are you? A cowardly devil clinging to strength? We giants despise nothing more than—"
Spur—
Before he could finish, Bair’s wrath struck.
A sickening tear echoed through the air as flesh was ripped open. Bair raised his steel fork and plunged it deep into the giant’s belly, tearing open its abdomen. Viscera burst forth in a foul, gory spray.
Then, hundreds of high-ranking Devils arrived—led by a Deep Hell Infernal Commander—forming a tight circle around Bair.
The Demon Captain bowed low. "Lord Bair."
Bair’s gaze flickered with amusement, his voice cold. "Ah… you’ve finally come. I was beginning to think my orders no longer held sway."
"Of course not, Lord," the commander stammered, sweat beading on his brow, his grip on his sword trembling. "We all know—you are the true Lord of Avernus."
He forced a smile. "So… what shall we do with these Frost Giants? Their demonization is incomplete. Perhaps they could serve as allies?"
Bair sneered at the corpse at his feet, then waved a dismissive hand. "Annihilate them all. No survivors."
"Yes, Lord Bair."
The Devils answered in unison. Under the commander’s command, they formed a tight military formation, surrounding the remaining Tanalir Frost Giants. Their black eyes gleamed with unhidden bloodlust.
"Annihilate them!"
"Damned devils! Break through the encirclement!"
The Frost Giants roared, charging forward in a final, desperate stand.
A feast of slaughter began.
And Bair—still haunted by the Frost Giant’s words—felt his mood darken further.
Dragon of Hell…
He muttered under his breath, voice barely audible.
His gaze drifted to the distant sky, to the towering figure of the Hell Dragon. His brows furrowed, a deep sense of dread creeping into his eyes.
The Hell Lord spread his bat-like wings and flew toward the Red Dragon.
Above Avernus’s crimson sky, the colossal Dragon loomed like a stormcloud, casting a vast, shadowed dome over the battlefield riddled with craters.
"Finally… over."
Kai Xiusu surveyed the battlefield, now beginning to clear. A faint smile tugged at his lips. A sulfurous breath escaped his nostrils. For the first time in ages, the dignified face of the Dragon relaxed—just slightly.
Then—
A surge of fury, envy, and malice pierced through the air from afar.
The Red Dragon turned, his gaze locking onto the source.
Hmph. My dear little ally… time to return seven-tenths of Hell’s authority.
Kai Xiusu thought, reclaiming his focus.
Under the effect of [Power of Broken Oaths], that sacred pact was nothing more than a hollow piece of paper in the Red Dragon’s eyes—no binding force at all.
But Kai Xiusu wasn’t ready to reveal his true power. He didn’t want to provoke Bair into open war.
Meat must be eaten slowly. The road must be walked step by step. Seizing Avernus now would be disastrous—more harm than good.
After all, Bair still answered to Asmodeus.
As the saying went: The rifle shoots the head that sticks out.
If the ancient, primordial lord of the Nine Hells discovered his abilities and ambitions, the consequences would be catastrophic.
Even if the Lord of the Nine Hells tolerated him, the other Hell Lords would sense the threat—and unite against him.
Conquering Avernus now would only bring enemies from all sides. It would be a lose-lose situation.
The best path? Let Bair become his puppet. Let him serve as a representative. Gradually semi-colonize Avernus. Make the Devils dependent on the Empire of Ashen.
With this in mind, Kai Xiusu smiled warmly at the approaching Deep Hell Forgemaster.
"Bair, my beloved ally… I’ll be supporting you fully—continue as Lord of Hell."
At that moment—
The space before him trembled violently.
A surge of overwhelming, yet strangely familiar and intimate energy erupted from the rift.
And from afar, the deafening roar of dragons echoed through the void.
That energy…
Kai Xiusu’s expression hardened instantly. His voice turned grim.
"Damn it… it’s Tiamat."
Dragon roars. Reality distorted. An evil aura spread like poison across the land.
Two massive claws tore through space. Five grotesque dragon heads—red, green, blue, black, white—writhed and twisted, emerging from the rift: a mountainous, nightmare-like body descending from the sky.
From the fissure, Five-colored Dragons loyal to Tiamat—Blue Dragons, green dragons, and others—poured out one after another, flapping their wings as they circled around the colossal form of Tiamat.
Among them was a powerful Red Dragon.
Though each of these Five-colored Dragons was at least an adult, some even primordial titans of massive size, they looked insignificant beside the towering figures of Tiamat and Kai Xiusu—like moths fluttering around a storm.
"Trouble’s coming," Kai Xiusu gritted his teeth. "This one’s trouble."
He had rushed to Hell in haste—overlooking one critical fact:
Tiamat’s Divine Realm.
Tiamat’s Nest—located right within Avernus.
Since Baator was an Outer Plane, Tiamat could manifest in her true body here.
But fortunately, Kai Xiusu now held Avernus’s authority. He wasn’t defenseless. He still had a fighting chance to escape back to the Material Plane.
Bair stared up at the sky, his face a mix of shock and fury, clouded with dread.
"No… it’s the Five-Colored Dragon Queen! Did that greedy Red Dragon summon her? Is this his conspiracy?"
"Lord of the Nine Hells…"
"The Mother of Monsters appears now? She hasn’t set foot in Avernus in hundreds of years!"
"Is Avernus about to change hands?"
The Devils, without a word, turned their eyes to the nightmare spectacle above—fear gripping their hearts.
Could it be… Avernus will become a Dragon Sovereignty?
What would become of them—native Devils—if that happened?
"What’s going on?"
"Whoa… isn’t that the Mother God of the Five-Colored Dragons? How did she even get here?"
"Logically, the Five-Colored Dragon Queen is Kai Xiusu’s mother goddess. Are they teaming up to crush Hell? Spines tingling, spines tingling!"
"Something’s off… no maternal warmth, no filial piety. Is Emperor Kai about to fight his own mother?"
"Come watch! Front-row seats for popcorn! I love watching gods battle!"
Unlike the terrified Devils, the players were ecstatic—excitedly chatting, eyes gleaming with the thrill of watching a divine showdown.
High above, a black divine energy radiated with overwhelming presence. Tiamat’s gaze fell upon Kai Xiusu—the Avatar of the Dragon of Hell—as if studying him carefully.
Feeling the aura of Hell’s authority, the Dragon Head’s expression shifted—first surprise, then a fierce, predatory smile. Pale golden eyes glowed with insatiable greed.
The Dragon Queen spoke, her voice smooth and warm—yet laced with menace.
"Long time no see, Kai Xiusu, my child. I’m so proud of you."
"Never expected… just a few years—barely a nap to me—you’ve grown to this level. Even managed to conquer Avernus on behalf of our Five-Colored Dragon kind."
Classic Tiamat.
She twisted truth. Made Kai Xiusu’s victory feel like theirs. Made the Five-Colored Dragon’s triumph feel like hers.
Despite having no part in it—she claimed all credit, all glory, all merit.
The revelation sent shockwaves through the battlefield.
"What? This was actually a conspiracy by the Dragon Queen?!"
"By the Lord of the Nine Hells… Avernus is really changing hands!"
Bair’s form trembled with rage. He roared, voice shaking with fury:
"Kai Xiusu! Damned crawler! How dare you betray us like this! Avernus belongs to the Devils!"
"The Great Lord of the Nine Hells will not spare you! You will pay the price!"
To him, his worst fear had come true: that greedy Red Dragon had allied with his mother goddess to seize Avernus.
The Five-Colored Dragons circling Tiamat erupted in ecstatic cheers, shouting an ancient, long-forgotten title:
"Glory to the Prince Dragon!"
"Kai Xiusu—worthy heir of the Mother God!"
"Perfect! Now Avernus will be ours! Those oily red devils will be our slaves!"
And the strong female Red Dragon, her golden vertical pupils alight with desire, stared at the mighty form of the Dragon, her voice trembling with longing:
"If only I could… be with a being like this…"
Under the crushing aura of intimidation, the deafening roar of the crowd, Kai Xiusu lowered his head slightly, then spoke calmly:
"Good morning, Queen Tiamat."
"Though I must disappoint you—I did not conquer Avernus. I merely borrowed my ally Bair’s Hell Authority to counter the Abyssal Lord."
"And besides…"
He paused, then lifted his head, locking eyes with the Five-Colored Dragon Queen.
"Let me remind you—this was my decision. What does it have to do with you?"
He spoke the truth—cold, blunt, and merciless. He tore through Tiamat’s lies like paper.
The declaration caused another wave of chaos.
"Phew… good. Good. Not a conspiracy after all."
Bair exhaled shakily, finally regaining composure. He watched the sky, tense, calculating.
The Devils were frozen—unable to judge the situation. They stayed silent, afraid to speak, fearing they’d be dragged into a war between gods.
Only the players continued to chatter loudly, utterly indifferent to the danger of provoking divine wrath.
"This dialogue feels… tense."
"Mom: Give up the territory! Emperor Kai: Old hag, still want me to drop gold coins?"
"Respect. So much respect."
"Whoa… is this rebellion? Oh wow, I want to see Mother-Son Battle!"
(End of Chapter)
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