Chapter 751 – Drakalith
"This Green Dragon is a sorcerer? Then I must end this swiftly." Tinia narrowed her brows, then slashed her claw forward—its tip flaring with icy blue light.
With a sharp shink, three blades of freezing cold tore through the air, slicing through smoke and streaking toward the green silhouette high above.
But Vesuvira raised her scepter, and the space around her warped and distorted. Her body blurred into phantom after phantom, dissolving into the sky.
"Come out, you damned coward!" Tinia roared in frustration, circling high above as she searched for the elusive form.
So, a White Beast. No matter how much strength she possesses, her stupidity remains unchanged. Vesuvira, hidden in invisibility, seethed in her mind.
The Green Dragon channeled magic, unleashing a barrage of Armor-Class beams from her claws—aimed straight at the White Dragon’s throat. But the acid, capable of eating through steel, could not pierce the White Dragon’s scales. It left only shallow, faint marks.
Tinia growled low, instantly snapping her head toward the incoming beams, then unleashed a torrent of Frost Breath.
"Arooo—!"
Howling winds swept across the sky. Snowflakes fell like ash.
Tinia emitted Matalotok’s Frost Divinity—transforming the entire hundred-meter radius into a frozen wasteland.
Vesuvira trembled under the icy gale, her form gradually becoming etched in frost. Tinia roared again, wings flaring, diving toward her with overwhelming draconic presence.
At last, the Green Dragon truly felt the power of this White Dragon—and understood why Volkanis had fallen to her claws.
The White Dragon’s ice magic was terrifying. One misstep, and she’d be frozen solid, her battle ability erased.
And her body… it was unnaturally powerful. Ordinary spells couldn’t breach her defenses. Her speed was blinding. In close combat, she could even overpower a Prime Red Dragon.
Where is her weakness?
"By Tiamat’s name, how can such monsters exist?" Vesuvira cursed.
The crushing aura of draconic might, the ever-deepening chill—her mind reeled. Panic surged. She flailed her wings wildly, fleeing in desperation.
At the same time, she raised her scepter. A blazing wall of fire erupted in midair, crackling with lightning, forming a barrier before Tinia.
She’d already expended immense magic power—yet the White Dragon remained as fresh as ever, showing no signs of fatigue from the dozen duels that had come before.
Vesuvira stared at the figure breaking through the lightning, bearing down on her with a torrent of cold wind. Her teeth clenched.
No. This is already her domain. If I keep fighting like this, I’ll lose—completely. No chance to rebel.
Just then, Tinia shattered through the barrier, lunging forward, her jaws spewing a violent current of freezing air.
"I must shift the frontline!" Vesuvira tapped her scepter against the air. Space warped again. Her form blurred.
In an instant, the Green Dragon vanished—reappearing deep within a distant thick forest. Tinia’s charge came to nothing.
Tinia stared at her, voice icy.
"Vesuvira. You’ve already left the bounds of fair duel. According to Dragonkind tradition—you’ve lost."
"No. Not yet!" Vesuvira’s eyes darkened. She pointed her scepter at Tinia, whispering rapidly in Dragon Tongue.
"Star Cluster (Dragon Tongue)!"
The golden tip of her scepter flared with radiant light. Magic surged through the air.
Above, stars formed in the sky—shining, countless points of light that streaked across the heavens like threads of fire, converging toward the White Dragon in a devastating descent.
"Good." Tinia smirked coldly. She spread her vast wings, her posture arrogant.
"Then, you, Green Dragon who dares covet the Master Bloodline—let me show you the true gap between us. Let you lose, thoroughly and without pride."
Before she could finish, a wave of freezing cold erupted—like a dam bursting. It swept across the sky, extinguishing the stars mid-flight.
Then, Tinia swung her dragon wing, becoming a white afterimage streaking through the air, trailing frost-laden mist. Where she passed, everything froze.
A few Green Dragons in Lake Tewar exchanged glances, then vanished into invisibility. One by one, they slipped into the thick forest, blending into the endless green.
"You’re strong, White Dragon," Vesuvira said coldly. "But this is my domain. I’ll make you know why lowly humans call me ‘Queen of the Woods’."
She raised her claw, the golden scepter glowing. The pine-green gem at its tip flared with light, illuminating the surrounding woods.
"Advanced Plant Animation! (Dragon Tongue)"
The forest came alive in an instant.
Vines surged upward, writhing like snakes. Trees twisted like specters, creaking with age and malice. The entire woods roared with a thousand unnatural voices.
Tinia lunged—only to be blocked by a dozen giant trees, their branches swinging like whips. Thousands of vines wrapped around her body, binding her like a mummy, trapping her completely.
Vesuvira seized the moment. She thrust her scepter forward—firing a beam of necrotic energy.
"Decay Ray! (Dragon Tongue)"
But under the protection of her Bloodline, Tinia’s magic resistance was staggering. Even this Seventh Circle spell only slowed her for a brief moment.
With her powerful dragon body, she tore through the vines with a thunderous roar.
"Arooo—!"
Seeing this, Vesuvira’s face paled. She raised her claw, hoisting the scepter high.
"Boom!"
From the ground, roots and vines burst upward, tearing through soil, forming a thick, impenetrable wall in front of Tinia.
Yet Matalotok’s Frost Divinity poured out—freezing the forest instantly. A dense white fog filled the air. Within a hundred meters, everything froze solid.
"Crack—!"
The wall shattered. It collapsed into dust.
Tinia charged forward, roaring, "Vesuvira! Face the real world! Everything you are—worthless before the Great Emperor!"
But this time, Vesuvira didn’t flee. She gritted her teeth, staring into the dust cloud with cold, desperate eyes.
"Even the most powerful dragon has a weakness. I don’t believe you can dodge this!"
As Tinia broke through the dust, the crystal pendant at Vesuvira’s chest flared with an eerie light—pulsing directly into the White Dragon’s vertical pupil.
"Dragonheart Curse!"
A psychic spell designed specifically for dragons. It forced the target to see their deepest desire—gold, treasure, power. For most dragons, that desire was wealth beyond measure. Greed was their core trait. Few could resist.
Tinia froze.
Her head bowed in reverence. Her tail wagged frantically. The fire in her eyes was gone—replaced by blind frenzy.
Her mouth drooled, lips trembling as she whispered, "Master… Master… you’ve finally come…"
"Hmph. Just as I thought. A foolish White Beast. That base instinct can never be changed."
Vesuvira sneered, then her expression twisted into ecstasy.
Now’s the time—while he’s weak!
She roared, "Pamelaia! Maudil is now! Make her pay for her arrogance!"
Before the words even faded, several Green Dragons emerged from the forest—silent, swift, like ghosts.
They opened their maws—filled with acid—lunge from all sides, aiming for Tinia’s throat, her belly, her vital points.
Meanwhile, Vesuvira drew a poisoned dagger, imbued with spells, and drove it straight into the White Dragon’s head.
"Since you insist on blocking me, don’t blame my subordinates for being merciless!"
But no crack of flesh, no scream of pain came.
Instead, the ambushers shrieked in agony—mouths full of blood, teeth shattered.
"Arooo—!"
Vesuvira flared her wings, retreating, shielding her kin.
There, the White Dragon’s body was encased in a layer of icy crystal—hard as armor, sealing her within.
A wave of cold swept across the earth. Tinia’s eyes snapped open.
She was awake—confused at first, then consumed by fury.
"You… you dare… interrupt me at a moment like this?!"
The anger, however, wasn’t directed at the ambush. It was at the interruption itself.
Vesuvira trembled—alarmed, yet unnerved.
Is this White Dragon insane? She wanted to stay in that vision… and now she’s angry at us for waking her?
"Damn mad dragon," Vesuvira cursed under her breath.
She raised her scepter again, chanting Dragon Tongue. Trees surged forward, tearing through the ground, blocking Tinia’s path.
The other Green Dragons abandoned disguise. They flapped their wings, snarling, launching a multi-directional siege.
"Arooo! You cursed Green Dragons—I’ll make you pay!" Tinia roared in anguish.
In her rage, freezing cold erupted like a floodgate—engulfing the attackers instantly.
The Green Dragons struggled, but their movements slowed. They froze, helplessly, falling from the sky.
"This level of ice magic… insane! That White Dragon’s completely mad!" Vesuvira panicked, desperately chanting to open a dimensional gate.
But the world was already a white void. Space itself was frozen.
As Tinia advanced, Vesuvira shivered in the cold wind.
"Please… don’t come near… my father… is an Ancient Green Dragon… he was favored by Queen Tiamat…"
But Tinia only stared at the pendant on her chest—her eyes gleaming with greed. She licked her lips.
Now I know. Vesuvira tore the pendant off instantly.
"Let me go! I’ll sell you this Heart of Greed—something rare in the Divine Realm!"
"Boom!"
A blue light flared in Tinia’s palm. One swipe—Vesuvira was sent flying, crashing through dozens of trees, half her body already frozen.
"Buy?" Tinia flipped the stunned Vesuvira over, yanking the crystal pendant from her neck. She spat contemptuously.
"You’re a Five-Colored Dragon. Why would you buy something you can just take?"
In seconds, Tinia stripped the Green Dragon bare—looting every magical item, every enchanted artifact. Only then did she nod in satisfaction.
"This is punishment for violating Dragonkind’s Sacred Tradition."
Tinia soared back into the sky, returning to Lake Tewar. She let out a long, thunderous roar, her voice echoing across the valley.
"Vesuvira has lost. She defied the rules, mocked sacred tradition—she has been justly punished."
"Among you… who dares challenge me?"
Silence.
The remaining female dragons stared at Tinia—her massive frame, her unnatural power, her very presence defying the image of a White Dragon.
Volkanis and Vesuvira—both Five-Colored Dragons, both elite—had been defeated with ease.
What chance did any of them have?
One by one, they took flight, fleeing southward under Tinia’s unblinking gaze.
Just then, a deep, powerful sound echoed from afar—like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
The air filled with the stench of sulfur and pumice. Heat intensified. The ice layer on Lake Tewar began to melt.
That… Tinia’s expression hardened.
She felt a presence far stronger than the others. The draconic aura was overwhelming—pressing down on her, almost suffocating.
The female dragons turned toward the source, their faces a mix of shock and grim satisfaction.
"That’s… Frenzied Cataclysm Drakalith?"
"She’s here too?"
A massive figure emerged from the horizon—a red dragon nearly thirty meters long.
Her body was covered in crimson scales, wrapped in thick smoke. Her muscles were massive, powerful, yet agile—her frame a perfect blend of strength and grace.
Her head remained high, golden eyes blazing with pride—utterly unhidden contempt for all other creatures.
Even by draconic standards, she radiated arrogance.
This was Drakalith—of noble blood, an adult Red Dragon, said to carry a bloodline inherited from Tiamat.
She was also infamous—Frenzied Cataclysm, the one who, in a fit of madness, destroyed an entire Dwarven city, leaving behind unspeakable tragedy.
The female dragons were stunned not just by her arrival—but by her indifference. She cared nothing for divine favor. She had once refused Tiamat’s own invitation.
(End of Chapter)
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