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Chapter 804: The Fall of the Primordial Dragon
In the face of an intense collision, explosions erupted uncontrollably, spreading like wildfire. Waves of chaotic energy crisscrossed, clashed, and converged, unleashing thunderous detonations that echoed like rolling storms. The shockwave expanded at an unimaginable speed, its flaming light swelling outward—so intense it threatened to tear apart the very fabric of Tiamat’s Sanctum. Even the surrounding space fractured into a web of cracks, as if reality itself were on the verge of being ripped apart by the aftermath.
“God…”
“By Tiamat!”
“Great Eternal Lord of Light!”
Beyond the obsidian barrier, no one could see what unfolded within. Soldiers of Seleucus and Cultists of the Dragon-Worshiping Church stood frozen in tense anticipation, awaiting the outcome of this cataclysmic war. Only the Players remained calm, smugly watching like spectators at a spectacle—eager to dive into the fray if opportunity arose. Seizing the moment, they took advantage of the deadlock to sneak in and slaughter isolated cultists.
Baron Adrian stared at the distant barrier, feeling the immense, overwhelming presence of the aftermath. His brow furrowed. Inwardly, he murmured:
"Franz, was it truly wise to bring the Empire of Ashen into this war?"
There was no other reason. The strength of the Emperor of the Ashen Flame was terrifying—so overwhelming, so uncontrollable, it sent chills down his spine. Allowing such a being to ally with him felt less like cooperation and more like bargaining with a tiger.
Could they truly retain autonomy alongside such an existence? Would they end up becoming puppets—like the royal house of Seleucus?
Though his mind swirled with doubt, Adrian clung to one last hope: that the Emperor of the Ashen Flame would achieve victory. Preferably, a victory so bloody, so costly, that it left both sides shattered.
After all, his own soldiers stood no chance against the Lord of the Putrid Marsh. If the Primordial Green Dragon had won, Adrian and his subordinates would have been doomed—mere sacrificial offerings to Tiamat.
In the midst of universal scrutiny, a single, blinding point of light erupted within the black barrier—bright enough to pierce even Tiamat’s divine radiance.
Boom—
With a deep, resonant roar, Kai Xiusu unleashed a column of flame—crimson and searing—like a blazing spear from the heart of the storm. It pierced through the five-colored light barrier, then tore open the luminous beam, cutting through thick smoke, and shot forth like a meteor toward the towering form of the Primordial Green Dragon.
“How… is this possible?”
Erebus’s pupils contracted to pinpricks. His deep eyes filled with disbelief. The pride that had once burned within him—unshakable, divine—crumbled like ash.
He was the chosen of Tiamat, the living voice of the Mother of Monsters. He was the most promising of the Five-Colored Dragons—destined to become the next Dragon God.
And yet… he was being bested by a mere hybrid dragon—still far from even the threshold of Semi-Godhood?
“This cannot be!” Erebus roared, his voice laced with fury. He raised his Dragon Bone Staff high, eyes blazing with divine radiance that made the air tremble. Before him, the five-headed phantom block—born of earth and sky—snarled, its bloody maw wide, roaring from the depths of its throat.
Roar—
The five dragon eyes pulsed in unison, their divine light interweaving into a torrent that seemed to solidify space itself. A flood of radiant energy surged forward, while countless phantom dragons danced in the air—illusions forged by divine power.
Realm of Tiamat!
Within this divine realm, time itself slowed. Kai Xiusu’s flame column moved with agonizing slowness—like a snail crawling through molasses. The phantom dragons lunged at him, leaping onto the Red Dragon Emperor’s massive form, gnawing, tearing, clawing—like piranhas scenting blood. Scales flew. Flesh ripped apart.
“By Tiamat’s name—may you know the most agonizing end!”
Erebus rose into the air, wings unfurling, raising the Dragon Bone Staff for the final blow.
But then—cracks split the frozen space. The five-colored phantoms shrieked in agony as they were devoured by the flames erupting from Kai Xiusu’s body. The divine blockade shattered.
With a body forged of raw, unyielding muscle, Kai Xiusu broke through the illusionary realm—shattering the very concept of Realm of Tiamat.
Boom!!!
The world snapped back to motion with a roar that split heaven and earth. Ravaging dragon flame incinerated the five-headed phantom, scattering it into ash. Then—like a comet—it surged toward the Primordial Green Dragon’s mountainous form.
“No—!”
Erebus screamed in pain, his eyes blazing with divine fury—but the dragon breath struck him unrelenting. The thick scales melted instantly. Flesh was reduced to cinders. The heart—once fed on countless wandering spirits—was pierced clean through.
The dragon flame raged inside the Primordial Green Dragon, burning everything to ash, purging the corruption from within. The chest cavity collapsed into a massive, charred crater. The wings drooped. The body, now a hollow shell, fell to the ground with a thunderous crash, shaking the earth and carving out a vast, smoking crater.
Yet even in death, Erebus did not perish.
As a Semi-God Dragon, he possessed immortality. No matter how shattered his body, no matter how reduced to ash—he would one day reform in some corner of the multiverse, reborn after centuries.
With a final, agonized roar, Erebus spat:
“Damned Hybrid Dragon! You, of Five-Colored blood, dare to slay kin! Tiamat will not spare you!”
“Even so,” Kai Xiusu laughed coldly, “the hypocritical gods and the Metal Dragon race will never accept you. You betrayed your own kind. You are now an enemy of this world!”
“I care not,” Kai Xiusu roared. “The Empire bows to no deity!”
With a sweep of his wing, the Red Dragon Emperor became a crimson afterimage, trailing fire that scorched the heavens and earth as he charged toward the wounded Primordial Green Dragon.
Muscles bulged across his arms. Veins stood out like steel cables. With a sudden lunge, he drove his claw forward—its tip blazing with fire, bearing the fury of Order Flame, Chaos Flame, and Sunlight Flame in one decisive strike.
“You—” Erebus’s face twisted in shock. His pupils shrunk to mere dots. In them, he saw the trail of fire—crimson and radiant.
Shwip—
The sound of flesh tearing and burning echoed across the sky. Then came a scream—high-pitched, agonizing.
Flesh flew. Divine light flared. The Red Dragon Emperor had torn out Erebus’s eyes—those very “Eyes of Tiamat”—with his claw.
Now blind, the Primordial Green Dragon was a ghastly sight. Hollow sockets wept blood. Bone gleamed beneath torn flesh. His face was a mangled ruin—like a corpse dragon already in decay.
With the loss of his eyes, the flow of divine energy was severed. His immortal essence was violently stripped. The massive, hundreds-of-meters-long body shrank instantly—flesh dissolving, aura vanishing. In moments, he was reduced to a mere forty-meter-long, emaciated dragon—skin stretched over bone.
“No—”
The blind dragon dragged his broken form, head low, stumbling like a blind fly, muttering:
“This… is mine. Tiamat granted me this strength.”
“Impossible… you’re just a lowly mortal… you can’t take it from me!”
His voice grew weaker. He collapsed into a pool of blood, barely alive. With the last of his strength, he lifted his head, letting out a final, venomous roar:
“Arrogant Hybrid! Think you’ve won?”
“Then what?” Kai Xiusu asked coldly, his gaze icy. He gripped the pair of “Eyes of Tiamat” in his right claw, then slammed his left claw down with crushing force onto the Green Dragon’s skull.
Crack—
Bone shattered. The head twisted, deformed—then crushed. Skull fragments flew. Brain matter splattered across the ground, a mix of red and white.
Even with half his head gone, the jaw still twitched. A whisper escaped—like wind through a tomb:
“Kai Xiusu… I curse you. This is the beginning of your rot. You will be bound by toxin and filth for eternity. Every breath you take will feed my return. One day… your body will birth my toxic child!”
Before the words faded, the Primordial Green Dragon’s body disintegrated—exploding into a cloud of toxic dust. The fragments seeped into Kai Xiusu’s wounds. Instantly, the exposed flesh turned purple-black. Moss and thorns sprouted from the muscle fibers—unnatural, grotesque.
This was Erebus’s Curse—a poison so potent, it could infect any living being. Over time, it would consume the host from within. And when the time came, the dragon would be reborn—still in embryo form—devouring the host’s organs, bursting through the skin, and returning to life.
And with the dragon’s death, countless wandering spirits poured forth from its former existence—screaming, wailing, cursing the land with their malignant cries.
Yet Kai Xiusu showed no fear. He only laughed.
“Curse? Interesting. Almost like the Green-Skinned Ogres.”
“But you’re already dead. What kind of madness is it to drag me down with you? Utterly ridiculous!”
He clenched his left claw. A torrent of dragon flame erupted from his body—so hot it was like the sun itself. The fire burned every trace of toxin to ash, leaving behind only black smoke. With a snap of his claws, a scorching storm swept across the land, annihilating the wandering spirits.
The Evil Dragon—feared by children, the “Lord of the Putrid Marsh,” the “Emerald-Scaled Poison Miasma,” the “Crimson-Blue Storm”—the ambitious Semi-God Dragon, Erebus, was gone.
Even as a Semi-God, Erebus retained a fragment of his immutable essence. Those ashes might one day reassemble.
But Kai Xiusu had no doubt: if that day came, Erebus would never dare rise again.
With his right claw, Kai Xiusu held the pair of bloodshot eyes—the “Eyes of Tiamat”—in his palm. The vertical pupils glowed with a thousand colors—gold, white, blue—pulsing with overwhelming divine power. The sight sent a thrill through him, a lust so intense it felt like fire in his veins.
A voice—raspy, feminine, seductive—whispered in his ear:
“Kai Xiusu… do you see it? The supreme divine power you’ve always sought… so close. So easy. Come… let these godly eyes replace your own.”
The voice grew passionate, intoxicating. To any mortal, it would have been irresistible—enough to drown in.
“From this moment, wherever you rage, all things will burn to ash. Even the gods will weep in the face of your blazing fire. Come, Kai Xiusu. Let this power be your eyes. You will wield the might to destroy worlds. You will be the most powerful dragon in existence. You will be crowned at the peak of all creation!”
“Hmm,” Kai Xiusu murmured, nodding slightly—almost approving. “Sounds… promising.”
“You accept?” The voice trembled with surprise. It hadn’t expected such an easy surrender.
“But… I refuse.”
He shook his head. His voice was sharp, unwavering.
“Tsk tsk. So you’ve turned a cunning, greedy Primordial Green Dragon into a devoted believer for death. Clever. Erebus must have fallen to temptation too easily—just like that.”
“I accept this so-called ‘Divine Eye,’ and your consciousness will descend into the material plane… and take over my body.”
Kai Xiusu paused. Then he lifted his head, eyes locking onto the empty sky.
“I was right, wasn’t I? Honorable Queen Tiamat.”
Shwip—
The “Eyes of Tiamat” flared with blinding divine power. In midair, a colossal phantom of the five-headed dragon formed—radiating an aura so oppressive, the world itself seemed to darken. The very air trembled. Within a hundred-mile radius, every living being felt a crushing wave of fear—spiritual, soul-deep.
And from that phantom, the source of the terror emerged—the Five-Colored Dragon Queen, the Enemy of the Gods, the Mother of Monsters—Tiamat.
“Kai Xiusu,” she declared, her voice echoing across the heavens, her five vertical pupils fixed upon the Red Dragon Emperor. Coldness dripped from her gaze, freezing the soul. “This is your final chance at redemption. Wear these divine eyes. Let the past be erased. I will not hold your sins against you. As a leader among the Five-Colored Dragons, you still have a place at my side.”
Her tone was icy—laced with threat, dripping with malice.
Kai Xiusu only laughed.
“And if I say… no?”
Tiamat’s voice rose—sudden, thunderous. The five heads roared in unison, their maws wide, unleashing a sound that shattered the spirit.
“Then you choose betrayal. You become the enemy of the Dragon-Worshiping Church. A traitor to the Five-Colored Dragon race!”
Rebels… I will bury you with the fallen—alongside the wretched, worthless humans.
(End of Chapter)
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