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Chapter 802: Tiamat's Eyes
Erebus let out a cruel laugh. "Mortal Entity. You’re still far too inexperienced. I am Immortality incarnate! A Hybrid Dragon—no matter how mighty your flesh may be, you remain but a mere Mortal Entity. You can never kill a great Semi-God!"
"Is that so?" Kai Xiusu’s claw clenched with sudden force, accompanied by the sharp crack of snapping bone. The neck of the Primordial Green Dragon snapped clean, its head twisted at a grotesque, unnatural angle. Those deep, soulless eyes locked onto the Red Dragon Emperor, unblinking.
Kai Xiusu grinned fiercely, his dragon claw gripping the Green Dragon’s tail like a ragdoll. With a brutal swing, he hurled the massive, writhing body into the nearby hill.
Boom!
Dust exploded into the air. The hill crumbled instantly, collapsing under the impact. The Green Dragon coughed up blood, ribs shattered, but this was only the beginning.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The thunderous impacts echoed again and again. Kai Xiusu spun the dying creature like a weapon, slamming it into the ground with merciless precision. There was no resistance—only agony.
Soon, the Primordial Green Dragon lay broken and gasping on the earth, scales torn open, blood seeping from every gap in its body. Bones were pulverized, shards of bone piercing through flesh, exposed in cruel, glistening wounds.
Erebus struggled, letting out a low, guttural roar. "You dare treat a noble Semi-God thus!"
"Such a weak god," Kai Xiusu murmured, shaking his head. He knew—pure physical force would never truly kill a Semi-God. They were beings beyond mortal existence. Even if he reduced the beast to a thousand fragments, pulverized every inch of flesh, in days, weeks, or even months, those remains would reassemble, reforming a brand-new dragon body.
To truly end this, he had to destroy the source of its immortality—the very Tiamat’s Eyes.
And this Primordial Green Dragon was clearly playing a game. It had deliberately provoked him, lured him into attack. So Kai Xiusu remained calm, observing, suspicious of its true intent. He would not strike blindly.
But the onlookers—cultists, Seleucus soldiers, and humans—could only witness the brutal spectacle of the dreaded "Lord of the Putrid Marsh" being systematically slaughtered by the Red Dragon Emperor. The scene was horrifying.
"By Tiamat above! Even Erebus, our noble lord, is reduced to this—utterly defenseless!"
"Dragons honor strength. Does this mean the Emperor of the Ashen Flame is truly the Dragon Queen’s chosen one?"
"No wonder he’s called the 'Dragon Prince'—born from the bloodline of the Mother Goddess!"
Whispers spread among the cultists. Faces lit with awe, overwhelmed by the sheer power radiating from the Red Dragon.
The Seleucus soldiers, however, were grim-faced, their expressions tight with dread. Having survived the Great Dragon Cataclysm, they knew well what would happen if this Red Dragon turned against them. The land would burn. The skies would weep ash. This was no ally—only a temporary truce, if even that.
Suddenly, a cry pierced the air.
"Look up there!"
The Red Dragon Emperor had seized the Primordial Green Dragon by the neck with one claw, dragging the massive, fearsome body through the sky toward the heart of the thick forest.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ancient, towering trees splintered and fell like matchsticks as the Green Dragon’s body crashed through them. Countless lives were crushed beneath the wreckage—then consumed in an instant by the wave of searing flames that followed.
Thick smoke billowed, swallowing the forest like a ravenous beast. The Primordial Green Dragon lay amidst the ruins, barely clinging to life, struggling to rise from the smoldering ruins.
Erebus shook off the ash, his face twisted into a monstrous visage. Blood and toxic slime dripped from his fanged mouth as he roared, voice raw and broken:
"Hybrid Dragon! You will never defeat me!"
"You brutal, uncivilized beast! Rebel son of the Mother God! A disgrace to the name of the Five-Colored Dragon!"
"Then so be it," Kai Xiusu growled, eyes blazing with fury. His fangs bared, veins bulging on his forehead, he let out a snarl of pure rage. "I shall send you to your grave—now!"
The Red Dragon moved.
Boom—
A deafening roar erupted, a storm of sound that shattered eardrums. The colossal eighty-meter body surged low over the ground, transforming into a crimson afterimage. The hurricane wind it generated tore through everything in its path—flowers, trees, earth—ripping them apart. A deep, charred trench, several meters wide and deep, was carved into the land.
The Red Dragon Emperor opened his maw—a vast, blood-filled gullet that seemed capable of swallowing the world. Within its throat, a sphere of blinding light gathered, pulsing with divine power, glowing like a miniature supernova. It was ready to erupt.
The air warped from the intense heat. Magic weaves and divine edicts trembled, thrown into chaos. The glowing orb emitted beams of light that lit up the sky, searing the eyes of onlookers and burning their skin.
"God..."
"Even the aftermath is terrifying..."
"What kind of power is this?! That Primordial Green Dragon won’t survive this!"
The crowd murmured in disbelief. The battle was already decided. The Emperor of the Ashen Flame would claim victory.
A pillar of flame shot from the Red Dragon’s throat, streaking across a kilometer of open air with terrifying speed—directed at the Primordial Green Dragon.
But just as the inferno closed in, the Green Dragon lifted its head. It grinned—wide, unnatural, eyes glowing with malice.
"You’ve fallen for it, fool."
Erebus’ vertical pupils dilated, expanding into abysses. Within them swirled countless monstrous dragon shadows, emitting a malevolent, glowing stare.
For a single heartbeat, everything froze.
The Red Dragon mid-swoop. The dust suspended in midair. The flame column—halted in flight.
The world itself fell silent.
Erebus’ fanged maw opened and closed, whispering an ancient, forbidden prayer:
> "Eternal Evil, Mother of the Dragonkind, Bearers of the Burning Rage of Imprisonment!
> I offer my soul and ambition to your dragon claw. My greed is your offering. My hatred, your hymn.
> Let my will be your blade. Let my fury be your fire."
Above, a colossal phantom of the Five-Headed Dragon erupted into existence, roaring with a voice that shook the heavens. And then—Tiamat’s Eyes descended upon the Material Plane, revealing its true power at last.
What eyes they were.
Each one burned with pure, primal malice—the embodiment of hatred, greed, destruction, and conquest. Yet within their depths flickered wisdom older than time, cunning beyond mortal comprehension.
To be locked in those narrow, vertical pupils was to feel an invisible, crushing weight—like bones being crushed. To feel your soul stripped bare, exposed, examined.
It was the instinctive terror of the weak before the ultimate predator.
Erebus stared straight into the Red Dragon Emperor, his eyes blazing with divine power. A torrent of energy surged between them—Green and Red, linked like a river of fate.
Tiamat’s Eyes: Life Reversal!
A cursed divine spell—its power reversed all wounds. Any damage inflicted upon the caster was transferred to their enemy. If the enemy struck first, they would be the ones bleeding, dying, suffering.
Time resumed.
The Primordial Green Dragon’s flesh began to mend. Bones reassembled. Scales regrew. Its injuries vanished at an impossible speed.
But on the Red Dragon Emperor—disaster struck.
His scales cracked and fell. Skin tore open. Flesh shredded. Bones snapped inside his body. Even his wings were broken, torn asunder by the invisible force.
In moments, the once-oppressive Red Dragon Emperor was reduced to a battered, bleeding wreck—broken, trembling, as if he’d been ravaged in melee combat.
And then—still firing—the flame column streaked forward, massive and unstoppable.
Erebus stood firm, smirking.
"Hybrid Dragon! No matter how strong your power, you’re still just a beast. Die by your own breath!"
Boom!
The flame column exploded midair—like fireworks—scattering into a dazzling shower of fire.
"What?!" Erebus’ expression twisted in shock.
Far away, Kai Xiusu staggered to his feet, dragging himself up, blood dripping from his lips. He wiped his chin, grinning fiercely.
"Hah... You really thought I wouldn’t see through your little trick?"
Tiamat’s Eyes?
This battle was finally becoming interesting.
But I’ve faced even His true form.
What makes you think a pair of eyes frightens me?"
The Red Dragon Emperor lifted his head. With every fiber of his being, he roared—his aura of terror rising like a storm. A scorching gale swept across the land.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
His dragon heart pounded like a forge engine, driving molten ancestral blood through his veins. Kai Xiusu stood bathed in blood, steam rising from his wounds like sulfur-laced mist. With each crackling sound, his flesh writhed, bones regrew, scales healed.
This was the terrifying regeneration of a Third-Generation Ancestral Dragon.
Wounds that would take decades—or even centuries—to heal for an ordinary dragon were mended in mere breaths.
"Not bad… for a bloodline favored by Queen Tiamat."
Though "favored" was too kind. More like desired.
Erebus’ eyes flickered with greed—instinctive, primal. But he snapped back to reality. If he didn’t strike now, while the Red Dragon was still weakened, the tide would turn.
The Primordial Green Dragon admitted it: even with Tiamat’s Eyes, he couldn’t be certain of victory.
With a mighty flap, he rose into the air. He raised the Dragon Bone Staff high, summoning the Five-Headed Dragon Phantom above.
"By every fear I’ve spread, by every city I’ve destroyed—glory be to your name!"
"Guide my claw. Ignite my breath. Let me carve a kingdom of blood and fire in this abhorrent world!"
"Let your five-headed shadows enshroud all!"
The five heads descended in unison, jaws wide, roaring—a sound that silenced the world, made the earth tremble. An aura of pure evil radiated from them, threatening to drive men mad.
The dragon’s vast, serpentine body slithered across the ground, forming a wall of living shadow that encircled the forest for miles. The Red Dragon Emperor and the Primordial Green Dragon were trapped—no escape.
Erebus let out a long, triumphant roar:
"Hybrid Dragon! You have committed blasphemy against the gods! There is no escape! Queen Tiamat gave you a chance at redemption—yet you squandered it in the frozen wastes!"
Kai Xiusu stared at the blackened sky. He saw the prison—formed from coalesced divine energy. No mortal strength could break it.
But he didn’t need to.
"Interesting," he said, lifting his gaze to the majestic, terrifying figure of the Primordial Green Dragon above, the phantom Five-Headed Dragon looming over him. "A fine arena. Let us end this battle… here."
"Indeed," Erebus roared, raising the Dragon Bone Staff high. "It’s time to end your rebellion, pitiful traitor!"
The power surged. The Green Dragon’s eyes shifted—pupils transforming into blinding, electric blue, almost sparking with lightning. Within the irises, tiny, serpentine currents of electricity danced like living storms, sharp and fierce—like sapphires forged in a tempest.
"Let the heavens split beneath your thunderous roar!
Let all weaklings be destroyed in your frenzied lightning breath!"
Erebus brought down the staff.
Lightning erupted from its eye sockets—blinding, searing. The Blue Dragon head above lunged forward, mouth wide open.
Boom!!!
The sky split with storm. Thunderbolts crashed down like a tidal wave—countless streaks of lightning descending, each one a death sentence.
But at the last instant, Kai Xiusu’s wings—strong, vast, and fully restored—spread wide. He was free.
The Red Dragon Emperor flapped his wings, becoming a crimson afterimage, darting through the storm of lightning and thunder. His form was a blur—ghostlike. The blue lightning followed like a shadow, yet never touched him.
Kai Xiusu dodged, weaved, evaded—calm, focused—closing in on the Primordial Green Dragon with terrifying precision.
Erebus’ expression shifted—still calm, still in control. He gripped the staff tighter, pointing it at the charging Red Dragon Emperor.
His eyes changed once more—cold, pale blue like the tundra. Within them, ice crystals spun, refracting a chilling light. The aura was ancient, brutal—raw hunger, soul-freezing cold.
"Let the last hope freeze in your heart.
Let every rebel wither in the cruel winter."
A howling wind howled. The land froze. Blizzard and hail descended from above. The White Dragon head emerged from the storm, its throat unleashing a torrent of cobalt-white frost—like a waterfall of ice.
(End of Chapter)
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