Chapter 752: Red and White
“Good Powerful Dragon威.”
Tinia stared at the distant Red Dragon, her heart heavy with tension as she sensed the familiar, chilling aura radiating from it—Ancestral Dragon Aura.
Among the True Dragons still alive on the Feiansuo Continent, Reversioned Titan Dragons were rare, but not entirely vanished. The intruder before her was one such survivor.
And not just any dragon—she was a Red Dragon. The favorite of Tiamat, the Avatar of Flames, and the mightiest among the Five-Colored Dragons, the highest in status and strength.
Gazing at the muscular, sinewy form of the crimson beast, Tinia felt an unexpected surge of envy—and hatred. If only I were a Red Dragon myself…
Her expression hardened. Coldly, she demanded, “Who are you?”
“Drakalith.”
The Red Dragon’s gaze swept forward, her name spoken with cold brevity, no title, no flourish.
A palpable arrogance dripped from her eyes—she cared nothing for the opinions of the Dragon Flock, viewing them as mere air.
Tinia pressed on. “Why have you come?”
“I seek an audience with the Emperor of the Ashen Flame—King Kai Xiusu.”
The moment she uttered Kai Xiusu, her voice trembled faintly—infused with reverence, even awe.
Her golden vertical pupils fixed on the Teleportation Scroll in the White Dragon’s chest area, blazing with inner fire. Her eyes burned with unwavering ambition, a will to conquer.
“Not bad… the Frenzied Cataclysm, indeed!”
“Look! White Dragon—Drakalith-sama has been favored by the Dragon Queen herself!”
“She’s here! That White Dragon is finished—Queen Tiamat’s Divine Oracle will surely succeed!”
“Drakalith-sama, take us to meet Prince Kai Xiusu!”
Seeing no chance to defeat the White Dragon, the Color Dragons pinned their last hope on the Red Dragon, mocking Tinia with venomous disdain, lavishing praise on Drakalith in a bid to curry favor.
One Black Dragon even soared beside her, her aura roaring like a storm as she bellowed at Tinia:
“White Dragon! Surrender now, before you’re reduced to ash! Drakalith-sama is the immortal fire of Destruction City, the Queen of Katrara Volcano!”
The Black Dragon raved on, spinning tales of glory, unaware that Drakalith’s brow had already furrowed in irritation. Her eyes flashed with quiet fury.
In an instant, Drakalith extended her arm—her massive, muscular limb closing around the Black Dragon’s neck. In contrast, the Black Dragon’s slender throat looked fragile, almost delicate.
The smaller dragon thrashed, wings flailing, eyes wide with panic. She gasped, voice hoarse:
“Why… why are you attacking me? I was helping you!”
Drakalith only gave her a cold, disdainful glance.
“Lowborn dragon. Who gave you permission to speak?”
She smirked, her muscles bulging as she tightened her grip. The Black Dragon’s eyes rolled back, her face turning pale—on the verge of suffocation.
“Help?” Drakalith laughed, a cruel, sharp sound. “You dare say that?”
With a single, brutal twist, she flung the Black Dragon aside like a ragged piece of cloth. The impact cratered the earth, leaving a massive pit. The dragon lay unconscious, armor cracked, lifeless.
The Color Dragons recoiled, their breath stolen. They’d heard of Drakalith’s infamous “madness”—but never imagined she’d strike down her own allies so ruthlessly.
This was her arrogance.
To her, Tinia was barely a worthy enemy—just a low-born White Dragon. But the rest—the bloodline-thin Color Dragons—were nothing more than filthy, weak crawlers. Not even a true species. Not allies.
Drakalith didn’t look back at the fallen Black Dragon. Instead, she swept her gaze across the crowd of Color Dragons, her eyes cold, piercing.
“You? With such weak strength, such low bloodline… do you even deserve to be in the presence of Prince Kai Xiusu’s lineage? How utterly foolish.”
She raised her voice, sharp as a blade.
“Get out of my way. Or you’ll meet the same fate.”
Her Dragon威 surged, overwhelming, suffocating. The Color Dragons fled in terror, not daring to scream, afraid of drawing her attention.
Even Tinia stood frozen, stunned. This… is how it’s played?
But she quickly recovered, summoning her aura.
“I am a follower of King Kai Xiusu, Imperial Duke—Tinia. Come on. You must defeat me first to gain audience with the Emperor.”
Drakalith studied her, her tone dry.
“You’re not bad, White Dragon. Better than those pathetic crawlers. You’re the last hope I won’t find boring.”
Tinia sneered.
“Worry about yourself. Being frozen solid isn’t a pleasant experience.”
Drakalith’s lips curled into a fierce smile. Her eyes flared with battle-lust.
“Let’s see how much nerve you really have.”
She moved.
A wave of Dragon威, thick with sulfur smoke, crashed down. Drakalith spread her wings and dove, her massive form hurtling toward Tinia.
At less than two hundred meters, she opened her maw—a vast, blood-filled gullet. Deep within, a torrent of crimson Dragon Flame surged.
Boom—
The air cracked like glass. Fire roared. The flame erupted into the sky, spreading into a towering, cone-shaped sea of flames.
Though not as devastating as the Emperor’s breath, it was enough to send mortals screaming in despair, to reduce cities to ash.
A single wisp could melt a fully armored Knight into charcoal, melting even their steel armor into molten iron.
Tinia didn’t hesitate. She roared to the heavens, summoning a torrent of cold—like a waterfall inverted—pouring into the sky.
Frost clashed with fire. The two elemental forces collided, screaming in violent opposition, creating a churning storm of smoke that stretched across hundreds of meters, darkening the sky.
But Tinia remained alert. She knew this was only a probe.
And indeed—next came a roar so loud it shattered the clouds. A massive shadow burst through the smoke, barreling toward her—Drakalith herself.
“Die!”
Tinia unleashed the full power of Matalotok within her. She extended her claw, flared her wings, and unleashed a devastating Ice Storm—a furious tempest laced with hailstones.
The storm roared through the air, shaking the sky. Trees, rocks, soil—everything was torn into the air, frozen mid-flight into shards of ice.
A mortal caught in this storm would be frozen solid in three seconds—then shattered by the gale, reduced to a cloud of ice dust.
Roar!
Drakalith bellowed, her voice drowning out the wind. Tinia flinched—her mind reeled.
Red Dragon’s wings wrapped in furious flame, she flared them—shattering the storm. Hail and snow melted instantly, leaving only scorching heat.
Then, using the gale as a springboard, she launched herself skyward, gathering strength in her massive tail.
With a thunderous crack, she swung it down—like a mace forged in fire.
The tail tore through the wind, leaving a visible rift.
Spines—!
The blow struck straight at Tinia’s head. Drakalith’s face twisted with triumph.
That’s it! Tinia thought, her heart pounding. That’s the killing blow!
She reacted instantly—repositioning mid-air, raising her claw high.
Frost Divine Power surged through her arm. Moisture in the air froze instantly, crystallizing into a thick, smooth shield of ice above her head.
The ice was impossibly hard, radiating bone-chilling cold—capable of freezing anything it touched.
Drakalith’s swing was deflected, its power weakened by the shift in angle.
Boom!
The tail struck. Ice shards exploded outward. Cracks spiderwebbed across the shield—then shattered with a final, sharp crack.
But the cold remained. The tail, now coated in a thin layer of frost, stiffened.
Yet, the Red Dragon’s internal flames surged. The frost was instantly burned away, melted by the inferno within her.
“Hmm…” Drakalith arched a brow, intrigued. “Frost Divine Power? Interesting. I didn’t expect a White Dragon to wield such strength. No wonder she’s the Emperor’s pet.”
Tinia snarled, furious.
“I’m his most trusted, dearest follower!”
She slashed forward—three icy blades slicing through the air, aimed at Drakalith’s neck.
Drakalith remained calm. She raised a claw, summoning a thick wall of fire. The blades melted instantly, vanishing into wisps of smoke.
“Know your place, White Dragon,” she said, voice icy. “To be the Emperor’s pet is the dream of every dragon. Only one of noble blood—like me, a Red Dragon—has the right to earn His Majesty’s favor.”
She charged again, her flaming claw swinging like a hammer at Tinia’s head.
Tinia met it with her own claw—cold, sharp, fierce.
Boom!
The clash echoed across the sky. Fire splattered. Cold energy erupted. A shockwave tore outward, shaking the heavens.
So strong! Tinia’s mind reeled.
She lost control of her body.
Drakalith was larger—her muscles denser, her strength greater. In melee combat, she was far superior.
The slap struck—her claw met Tinia’s wrist with brutal force.
Crack!
The sound was sickening. Tinia’s arm twisted at a grotesque angle. Her bones snapped.
Drakalith didn’t stop. She slammed into her, a mountain of crimson flesh and flame.
Pound!
The impact sent Tinia flying backward, crashing into the mountain beside the lake. The force shattered the stone. Rock split. Dust and smoke filled the air.
But in midair, Drakalith’s expression turned deadly serious. Her claws were wrapped in a chilling, bone-deep blue light—Ice Energy.
That frost… she thought, stunned. It’s suppressing my scorching blood. It’s even extinguishing my flame!
And the White Dragon’s physical strength—far beyond her expectations. She’d never faced a Dragon below Ancient level who could resist her in close combat.
Once she closed in, the enemy died. Or was left mangled, broken.
A normal White Dragon would’ve been shattered to pieces by now.
She couldn’t afford to be careless.
No hesitation. She pursued, diving down with terrifying speed, her eyes blazing with intent to end it.
But then—the ground trembled.
A massive shadow rose from the dust—a blade-like mountain of ice!
Danger!
Drakalith’s pupils widened. Her heart skipped.
If she hit that at full speed—she’d be pierced clean through!
But her thick muscles and absolute control saved her. She flared her wings, twisted midair—just missing the ice peak.
Yet more spikes erupted from the ground—dozens of them, shooting upward with freezing fury, lashing at her like spears.
This time, she couldn’t avoid them.
One pierced her left shoulder. Another grazed her cheek, slicing through her armor.
Roar!
A scream tore through the sky.
Dragon blood surged—then froze instantly. The cold spread rapidly, slowing half her body.
Drakalith snarled. She ripped the spike free with a brutal yank, then used its upward momentum to leap into the air, regaining height.
Flames wrapped around her, burning through her veins, healing wounds, melting the frost.
But her left wing now flapped slower—injured.
On the ground, the dust cleared. Tinia lifted her head, her smile cold, triumphant.
“I told you. That feeling? Not pleasant.”
Drakalith hovered above, her golden eyes no longer scornful—now blazing with battle frenzy.
“Not bad,” she said, licking blood from her cheek. Her pupils dilated with the wild, feral hunger of a Red Dragon.
“Then… come on.”
In unison—Red Dragon and White Dragon roared.
They charged at each other—as one.
(End of Chapter)
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