Chapter 749: Dragon War
Tinia tilted her head in confusion at first, then suddenly understood the meaning behind the female Red Dragon’s words. Her fury surged beyond control—her expression twisted into something terrifying in an instant.
The White Dragon knew her racial disadvantage all too well, often feeling inferior because of it. But Volkanis had mocked her mercilessly, even boasting that she would bear offspring for her master—this was nothing short of naked humiliation and provocation.
That damned Red Dragon!
Her master had taught her the principle: Punish one to warn the rest. If she was to assert dominance before these female dragons, then this reckless, prideful Red Dragon would be the perfect starting point.
“Roar—!” A blazing fury ignited in Tinia’s profound dragon eyes. She opened her maw and let out a deafening roar, the wind howling violently as a chilling aura exploded outward.
“Volkanis! Who told you I was an Ancient White Dragon? Compared to me, you’re the old one!”
“I am Duke of the Ice Fields, Tinia—the most loyal follower of the Emperor of the Ashen Flame. I have come here by my master’s command, representing the supreme will of the Emperor!”
Her voice echoed across the sky. The sheer power of her ice magic rippled through the air, and every female dragon present felt a jolt of alarm. Their expressions turned grave.
“This kind of strength… How is this possible?”
“Is she really a White Dragon? An adult White Dragon shouldn’t be this large!”
“And this spellcasting ability—she’s at the level of a Primordial White Dragon! I’ve never seen a White Dragon reach such a peak!”
Dragons were naturally magical beings, innately sensitive to the flow of magical energy. Almost every female dragon could feel it—the astonishing power contained within that elegant, snow-white body. Even Volkanis felt it.
“This White Dragon… something’s wrong!”
Even Volkanis, her confidence shaken, froze for a moment. Her arrogance wavered slightly, though she still held her head high.
A lowly adult White Dragon, a beast from the Ice Plains—how could she possess such strength?
Then, a different thought struck her.
The Dragon Prince…
Under his favor, even the lowliest White Dragon could gain such power. If she, a noble Red Dragon, were to earn his favor—what unimaginable strength would she command?
The thought ignited greed in her golden eyes. She lifted her head, staring at the wrathful White Dragon soaring high above.
“Of course. White Dragons are clearly lower-class creatures—fit only to serve as slaves to Red Dragons. They were never meant to stand equal to us.”
“Tinia,” she said, voice dripping with smug confidence, “you’re being terribly rude. After all, I’m your future mistress.”
Hearing this, Tinia’s rage burned hotter than ever. She let out a cold, mocking laugh.
“Don’t dream, fool. A dragon who can’t even beat me—how could she possibly be worthy of His Majesty?”
The insult struck Volkanis like a whip. Veins bulged on her forehead as fire flared in her eyes.
“Insolent White Beast! I’ll show you—what true strength truly is!”
With a mighty sweep of her broad wings, the Red Dragon launched into the sky, unleashing a torrent of searing flames toward the White Dragon. Her movements were raw with power and ferocity.
“Then let’s see!” Tinia roared back, her head lifting high. She unfurled her wings, and a gale erupted, snow swirling violently. The air around her turned icy, freezing the very atmosphere.
The Green and Blue Dragon clans watched silently, holding their positions—waiting, watching.
Vesuvira exchanged a glance with a fellow Green Dragon, both of them sharing a sinister, chilling smile—the hallmark expression of the Green Dragons.
This White Dragon is unusually powerful—far stronger than the weak, foolish kin she’s descended from.
But Volkanis was the Prime Red Dragon—her reputation was legendary. She wouldn’t be an easy opponent. This battle would be fierce, and when the two of them exhausted themselves, the Green Dragons would strike—ambushing the weakened victor and claiming the prize.
But first, they had to deal with the troublesome Blue Dragons.
With that thought, Vesuvira turned to Christina, her gaze sharp and hostile, filled with malice.
Christina, meanwhile, remained alert. She noticed the Green Dragon’s stare and met it without flinching, eyes blazing with defiance.
But then—a deafening roar split the sky, an explosion of air that shook the very heavens.
Volkanis had intervened.
“White Dragon! Tremble before my flames!”
Her voice thundered across the sky as she gathered power within her body, then unleashed a cone-shaped fire breath—torrents of orange-red flames cascaded like a waterfall, distorting the air with their heat.
Boom!!
The sheer power of her breath was devastating. Each flame tongue could reduce mortal soldiers to ash, and even city walls crumbled under its fury.
She had once reduced an entire southern town to an ash-covered wasteland, leaving only molten lava where homes once stood—no one had survived.
This was why she earned the title “The Volcanic Tyrant.”
Yet as the flames roared toward her, Tinia merely felt amusement. She didn’t react immediately.
Is this her famed fire breath? Or even a breath at all?
Pathetic.
She had seen Kai Xiusu melt city walls a hundred meters high. She had watched him reduce overwhelming demon hordes to ash with a single breath. She had even witnessed, with her own eyes, Kai Xiusu unleash a flame column that pierced the sky—facing down divine punishment.
To Tinia, Volkanis’s fire was nothing compared to even the faintest afterglow of her master’s power. At best, it matched the early stage of Kai Xiusu’s Morning Wrath awakening.
That was all.
Seeing Tinia hesitate, Volkanis’s confidence swelled.
Is this White Dragon so terrified she’s forgotten how to fight?
Ha… Just as I thought. A cowardly beast, even with a shred of strength, will tremble before my rage.
Let’s end this quickly!
She could already imagine the moment she would unite with the mysterious, noble His Majesty—gaining unmatched strength, bearing the most sacred offspring.
With that thought, she poured more energy into her breath. The flames roared brighter, hotter, surging across the sky.
But then—she froze.
In Tinia’s eyes, she saw something that chilled her soul.
Contempt.
Was she mistaken? Or was this White Dragon truly so insane, so terrified, she had lost her mind?
Just as the flames reached the White Dragon’s body, Tinia let out a long, piercing roar. She swung her wing—its membrane glowing with intricate, cyan ice runes, like veins of frost.
Swish—
A storm of freezing cold burst forth, sweeping across the sky. The raging flames were instantly extinguished.
“What?!”
“Did she just… block Volkanis’s breath?!”
“Such powerful ice magic!”
The female dragons watching were stunned. This White Dragon had unleashed an ice storm equal to a Seventh Circle spell—just by waving her wing!
“This… this is impossible!”
Volkanis gasped, her pride shattered. Shame and fury surged through her. How could she, a Prime Red Dragon, lose to a dragon younger than her?
Unforgivable!
“Useless!” she snarled, her face contorted. “That White Dragon must be using some powerful magical artifact! That magic won’t last forever!”
She roared again, unleashing another torrent of fire, her form radiating fury.
But Tinia answered with a cry that rang like a bell—clear, sharp, echoing through the soul. A chilling aura spread through the battlefield, freezing the very air.
“Roar—!”
The ice storm intensified, turning the sky white. The wind pressure grew so intense it shattered everything beneath them—ice spread across the lake, freezing it solid in seconds.
Volkanis’s fire breath, now like a candle in a storm, flickered and died. In the extreme cold, moisture in the air turned to ice crystals. Frost coated her scales. Her mouth, once roaring with flame, fell silent—no ember sparks remained.
Struggling to stay aloft, she flapped her wings desperately, her body swaying like a ship in a storm.
“You’re trying to warm me?” Tinia sneered, her voice dripping with mockery.
She could have ended the fight instantly. But White Dragons were known for their vengeance—they never let a slight go unanswered.
The Red Dragon had humiliated her in front of all these females. Tinia would ensure she suffered public humiliation, a crushing defeat.
“Loud enough?” Tinia placed a claw to her ear, feigning to listen. “I still can’t hear you.”
The sight of Volkanis—once arrogant and untouchable—now reduced to a shivering, frost-covered wreck, made even the watching color dragons burst into laughter.
“I’ll make you pay in agony, White Dragon!” Volkanis panted, smoke pouring from her nostrils, eyes blazing red. “You’ll die a miserable death!”
With a final, furious roar, she surged upward, gaining a hundred meters in altitude. Then, with a crushing aura, she dove—plunging straight into the ice storm.
Though blinded by rage, Volkanis still possessed the instinctive combat wisdom of a dragon. She knew that while her opponent’s ice magic was formidable, close combat could still turn the tide.
The Red Dragon, twenty meters long, was massive—muscular, built for war. Her claws were like blades, her tail a battering ram, her limbs thick and powerful—she was a living weapon.
The White Dragon, at twenty-six meters, was slender—built for survival in the Ice Plains, not for battle. To Volkanis, her physical strength was clearly superior. Melee combat was the way to win.
The White figure, wrapped in freezing wind, grew clearer. Volkanis narrowed her eyes, a cruel smile spreading across her face.
Arrogant fool. You’ll pay for your pride.
“Roar—!”
She tucked her wings, charging forward with a fury that shook the sky.
“Die!”
Her massive claw slashed through the air, aiming to crush the White Dragon’s wings. At the same moment, her maw—filled with rows of jagged, blood-red teeth—snapped shut, aiming to sever the White Dragon’s neck.
She was determined to kill.
In her mind, the White Dragon would be torn apart, her wings shattered, her neck broken—left as a frozen corpse.
But Volkanis had gravely underestimated Tinia’s physical strength.
After countless millennia, dragon bloodlines had weakened. The White Dragon, in particular, had fallen to the status of predator on the Ice Plains.
Yet in the ancient age of Dragon Sovereignty, when sky and earth were ruled by dragons—even the weakest White Dragon was a nightmare to all living things, a force of cataclysm.
Their flesh terrified even the mightiest warriors. Their breath could freeze entire seas.
That was the Ancestral White Dragon.
And Tinia was one—her bloodline pure, enhanced by Kai Xiusu’s divine bloodline gift.
“Roar—!”
Tinia charged forward without fear, her ancestral blood surging through her veins. Her claw, glowing with icy blue light, struck with the force of a glacier.
Boom!
The air exploded on impact. A shockwave of freezing energy erupted from her claw, spreading across the sky.
Then came the scream—a terrible, agonized shriek—followed by the sickening crunch of bone breaking, flesh tearing.
“What?!”
“By Tiamat, is this even a White Dragon?!”
“Great Mother of Monsters, she flung Volkanis back!”
High above, Tinia remained poised, claw still extended. Volkanis, meanwhile, tumbled backward—her form disheveled, her jaw shattered, her mouth filled with blood. Her neck twisted at a grotesque angle.
She spat blood, her vision blurring. Unbelievable… How…?
How could a White Dragon possess such strength?
But then—something worse.
Her mind grew sluggish. Her thoughts slowed. Darkness crept in.
At the wound where Tinia had struck, a pale blue rune pulsed faintly. Her head began to freeze, encased in thick frost.
The ice spread rapidly—over her body, her limbs, her wings—until she was frozen solid.
A statue of ice, suspended mid-air.
Then, with a thunderous crash, she plummeted from the sky, shattering the ice-covered lake’s surface. A deep plunk echoed as she sank into the dark water—motionless.
That was the effect of Matalotok’s “Frost Hammer.”
Tinia looked down at the massive crater in the ice, then gave a satisfied nod.
She lifted her head, stretched her neck, and let out a long, triumphant roar.
“Roar—!”
“By Tiamat!”
“Great Dragon Queen… what kind of White Dragon is this?!”
“That was the Molten Tyrant—a Prime Red Dragon! And she was defeated so easily?!”
All the female dragons turned their gazes upward, staring at the elegant White Dragon in the sky. Without a word, they all drew in a sharp breath.
(End of Chapter)
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