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Chapter 746: The Dragon's Return – Tiamat's Divine Realm
Everywhere in Tiamat’s Divine Realm, the Five-Colored Sinister Dragons roared in chaotic fury, their vast wings beating the air. At the very heart of the realm stood a colossal mountain—Dragon Queen’s Treasure Mountain, the sacred vault where Tiamat’s vast hoard lay hidden. It was said the gold coins within outnumbered the grains of sand in the Brendan Desert. Yet for all its wealth, the mountain was a death trap, the final resting place of countless adventurers who dared to seek Tiamat’s treasure.
No one could approach the Vault. Not even a single coin could be taken without facing Tiamat’s wrath. To steal even a shred of gold meant being skinned alive, bones stripped bare—death was the least of it.
Above the mountain, a grand palace loomed—majestic enough to cradle Tiamat’s massive form and thousands of Five-Colored Dragons at once. There, the Mother of Monsters sat upon a throne forged of pure gold, her five terrible heads swaying as she regarded the phantom before her: a spectral image of a Red Dragon with four root horns—Kai Xiusu.
“Ah, splendid,” Tiamat murmured, her voice like grinding stone. “After ten thousand years, the Five-Colored Dragon lineage still produces a Third-Generation Ancestral Dragon. Shame… he has grown defiant. Daring to stand on his own.”
At her feet, several ancient Red, Blue, and Green Dragons knelt—her favored consorts, both male and female. The Mother of Monsters often manifested avatars to indulge with her most loyal followers. One of the ancient Blue Dragons lifted her head, voice trembling with reverence.
“Great Dragon Queen,” she said, “he is but a reckless Red Dragon, drunk on power. He fails to recognize his place. His arrogance is natural—his blood still flows with yours. He cannot escape your grasp.”
“Once the Ritual is complete,” she continued, “when Your Majesty descends upon the Feiansuo Continent with divine might, he will see the truth. He will bow. He will submit.”
The ancient Red Dragon beside her snarled, belching sulfurous smoke. “Your Majesty, the Red Dragon is your finest offspring! This fledgling, if he joins you, will become our most fearsome warrior—your sharpest claw, your most relentless weapon!”
Tiamat let out a thunderous, maniacal laugh. Her five heads shook violently, each one echoing with power. “Regardless of his defiance, I shall claim his bloodline. When I do, I will restore the Five-Colored Dragon race to the glory of the Thunderbolt Age!”
“Your Majesty is wise!”
“May you reign over all!”
The male Primordial Dragons roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens. Tiamat unleashed a flood of divine power—five colossal forms now filling the skies of the Divine Realm. Instantly, hundreds of Five-Colored Dragons across the Feiansuo Continent raised their heads, their bodies trembling.
“It is the Queen!”
“Praise the Great Mother of Monsters! The Everlasting One!”
They chanted in awe, even as they hastily hid their treasures—afraid of drawing the gaze of a divine being. In their minds, the five monstrous figures of Tiamat loomed large, but alongside her appeared another: a Red Dragon.
“My children,” Tiamat declared, “this is the Dragon Prince—Kai Xiusu. His blood is mine. His arrival marks the dawn of a new era for the Five-Colored Dragon race!”
“Any of you,” she continued, “who claims his bloodline shall earn my divine favor. You shall receive endless longevity and unmatched strength!”
“Divine favor?!” a voice echoed. “Just by mating with the Dragon Prince?!”
“Is that truly the Prince?” another gasped. “What a noble figure! Even if I cannot receive his blessing, merely being near him would be a blessing!”
“I go now!”
“Alas… I am male. I cannot bear his offspring. How I wish I could…”
The announcement sent waves of frenzy through the Five-Colored Sinister Dragons. Divine favor—the ultimate prize. Tiamat’s stinginess was legendary. Even her most devoted followers rarely received her grace. To give one’s life force, to slaughter for centuries, might not even earn a flicker of approval from Her Majesty.
But now? All it took was a single mating.
It was a godsend.
Deep within the Brendan Desert’s caverns, Christina Farias let out a furious roar. “He’s mine! This quest belongs to me alone! Kai Xiusu is my mate! No one takes him!”
Wrath surged through her body. Electric currents crackled across her scales, which burst open like shattered armor. Her form swelled, her fury palpable.
Far to the south, atop Isak Fire Mountain, a lithe and powerful Female Red Dragon emerged from molten rock. Her wings unfurled, and she unleashed a thick, searing plume of smoke. This was Drakalith—the very Red Dragon who had accompanied Tiamat to Avernus. Though still young, she was already nearing thirty meters in length, the second most favored of the Dragon Queen’s offspring.
She sneered. “How laughable. They truly believe they have a chance?”
“I’ll show them—only the strong deserve to bear the Prince’s blood.”
With a roar that shook the mountain, Drakalith surged into the sky, her aura blazing. The magma below churned violently, the entire volcano trembling.
Back in the Divine Realm, Tiamat called out to the ancient Red Dragon before her.
“Kaleymas.”
The dragon stepped forward, trembling. “Your Majesty.”
“Today, you will serve me. Remember—assume the form with four root horns.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Kaleymas flinched, his legs twitching. A deep, unseen pain pulsed through him. The other Primordial Dragons watched with grim satisfaction. All longed for Tiamat’s blessing—but none dared hope to receive it. Even an avatar of a Dragon God was beyond the endurance of most.
But Tiamat was pleased. Her mood was radiant. She already saw the future—her Five-Colored Dragon race restored to dominion over the world.
Soon, the dragon’s chambers echoed with a low, agonized growl. The sound was laced with unimaginable pain.
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In the Empire of Ashen, the Anzeta Great Wasteland, Dragon Blood Peak.
After days of absence, Kai Xiusu returned to the nest he knew best, surveying the spoils of his journey through Hell.
“Koscherci’s Artifact,” he muttered.
With a flick of his jaw, he expelled a war hammer—ancient, weathered, and radiating cold. The Father of Frost, Matalotok. Now charged by Koscherci’s power, it was wreathed in a faint, dense white fog, its surface shimmering with bone-chilling energy. If unleashed, its divine power could freeze the entire hundred-mile radius solid.
[Father of Frost – Matalotok]
Weapon, War Hammer
Quality: Mythic
Realm: Frost Giant, Cold, Frost, Evil, Storm
Description: Ten thousand years ago, Solem, the God of the Frost Giants, forged this hammer from his own severed leg bone. In the war between dragons and giants, it froze countless powerful dragons. After Solem fell into eternal slumber, the hammer was seized by Demon Lord Koscherci—used as an anchor to ascend to godhood.
Gear Effect:
- Unfazed by Wind & Snow: When wielding Matalotok, all freezing damage is nullified. You are immune to frost.
- Master of Frost: You command cold currents. Summon blizzards, transform the climate into eternal winter, and even freeze time and space within a small area.
- Freezing Hammer: Each hit inflicts Frost Divine Power—causing enemies to freeze, stiffen, and lose mobility.
- Giant’s King: You can suppress the will of Frost Giants. Those with weak resolve will obey your commands without resistance.
Kai Xiusu stared, then sighed. “Divine immunity, elemental control, status effects, mental enslavement… A truly powerful artifact. But it’s no match for me.”
He was, at his core, a Red Dragon—master of fire and magma. Ice and fire were incompatible. Most of this hammer’s effects were useless, even harmful to him.
Had he found a relic from the Fire Giants, he would have been ecstatic.
Still, he rubbed his chin. “Though… there are others in this empire who might benefit from Frost’s power.”
He glanced at his Data Panel.
[You defeated Kos Demon – 0.3 experience points]
[You defeated Frenzied Warrior Demon – 1.2 experience points]
[You defeated Ice Demon – 1.5 experience points]
Tens of thousands of entries flashed by—only the demons slain in the aftermath of his battle with Koscherci. But even with such numbers, the experience gain was negligible. At his current Semi-God level, these petty demons offered mere crumbs.
And the XP required for the next level? Astronomical.
He scrolled to the bottom.
[You defeated King of Frost Giants – Koscherci (Challenge Rating: 39) – 300,000 experience points]
Defeated, not killed. Koscherci’s Immutable Essence had not been destroyed. His spiritual soul had fled to the Bottomless Abyss, where it would one day awaken in some dark corner.
“Not bad for a Semi-God-level Abyssal Lord,” Kai Xiusu muttered. “That was close. Without Hell Power Empowerment, I never would have beaten him. The sheer force of his divine power still chills me.”
[Your total职业 Level Up to: 28]
[Current职业: True Dragon Mage 20 / Bloodscaled Fury 3 / Elemental Master 4 / Carved Skin Dragon 1]
Kai Xiusu paused, reflecting. “My destructive power is more than enough to harm a Semi-God-level foe. But my defense? Pathetic. I’m practically a glass cannon.”
“Then I must focus on survivability. On defense.”
[You choose to upgrade Carved Skin Dragon to Level 2]
- Mind Like Still Water: As a dragon-spiritual cultivator, your mind is calm as still water. You resist all enchantment and illusion magic. Carved Skin Dragon gains advantage against spells and effects from the Enchantment and Illusion schools.
- Natural Armor: Rigorous asceticism has hardened your scales. Carved Skin Dragon’s natural armor bonus increases by +4.
- Protective Aura: The Carved Skin Dragon lives in neutrality, uninvolved in conflict. Their confidence stems from overwhelming defense. The runes etched into your scales emit a mystical aura, shielding you from all harm. An invisible strength warps reality itself.
Kai Xiusu let out a soft, powerful roar. The golden carvings across his body began to stretch, grow, becoming more intricate. They glowed with a bright, unwavering light, wrapping his massive frame in a radiant aura.
When the light faded, his scales shimmered with a metallic luster. Runes pulsed with a divine radiance—like a suit of living armor.
“Hmph. Even the heritage of the Eternal Order’s Golden Dragons has its uses,” he mused, glancing at his body. Then, back to his Character Sheet.
Koscherci hadn’t just given him XP. He’d granted an Ascension in Armor Class.
After all, Koscherci was both King of the Frost Giants and Abyssal Lord. Thus, two achievements were elevated: Frost Giant Destroyer and Demon Slayer.
The Frost Giant Destroyer trophy now gleamed in black and gold—the mark of a Legendary Armor Class. Its trait, Frost Giant Killer, was further enhanced.
But it was useless now. Unless Solem awakens, no Frost Giant remains to threaten Kai Xiusu. The achievement had become a mere trophy.
The Demon Slayer trophy, however, grew brighter—shimmering white-gold, adorned with intricate, mythic patterns. This was the mark of a mythic-tier achievement.
Kai Xiusu felt a surge of Order Force flood his chest. Silver light flickered in his vertical pupils. Now, his Order Restoration Breath was stronger than ever—capable of purifying even the most corrupted soil tainted by the Abyss.
“This journey was worth it,” he said. “Not only did I secure a foothold in Avernus, but I’ve grown stronger.”
His expression darkened.
“But that Five-Colored Dragon Queen…”
Tiamat’s dragon flame burning through Hell still haunted him. Time was running short.
He had to stop her from descending into the Material Plane.
At that moment, the magic mirror in the cave flared. Lanpu’s grotesque face appeared—his expression tense, anxious.
“Master, urgent situation! A swarm of Five-Colored Dragons is attempting to forcibly breach our territory! Our air force is intercepting, but no lethal force is being used.”
“How many?”
“Over a hundred. Mostly young and adult dragons. Mostly Five-Colored Sinister Dragons, but there are also rare subspecies—Purple, Brown, Yellow Dragons.”
“A hundred?” Kai Xiusu narrowed his eyes. “That’s enough to trigger a full-scale Dragon Cataclysm, even in the Dragon Madness era.”
Even the Empire of Ashen would struggle to handle this. It would require massive troop deployment.
And worse—Kai Xiusu didn’t want to break with the Five-Colored Dragon race. He didn’t want to become Tiamat’s primary enemy.
Lanpu hesitated.
“And… Master… most of them are female.”
Kai Xiusu froze.
“They say they’ve come to lay eggs… with you.”
The familiar pattern. The same manipulative, divine game.
His expression hardened. A bitter smile tugged at his lips.
So the mother goddess really is a nightmare to deal with.
(End of Chapter)
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