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Chapter 805: Facing Deity
The roar of this Deity shook the sky, made the earth groan, scattered the clouds to nothing, and caused hills to crumble and collapse. The heavens darkened. Winds howled. The five-colored, five-headed silhouette stood as the sole center of existence—the origin of The End.
Yet, before that overwhelming, all-consuming Aura of Intimidation, Kai Xiusu remained unmoved. Towering upon the earth, he stood firm, head high, slowly unfolding his wings—defiantly challenging the mighty Dragon God.
Tiamat’s barrier had long vanished. Countless eyes fixed upon the two colossal figures, overwhelmed by the indescribable pressure radiating from the clash of divine forces. Their hearts trembled.
“That… that’s… it’s… Queen Tiamat!”
“By the Mother of Monsters! This is a miracle! The Red Dragon is doomed!”
“Praise the Everlasting One!”
“By the Gods Above—this Emperor of the Ashen Flame dares to face the Dark Deity! The Last Hope may yet drive the Five-Colored Dragon Queen from the Material Plane!”
“Unaware, for shame—”
Under the weight of a hundred thousand gazes, the Five-Headed Dragon in the sky flared its wings, all five maws opening in unison, unleashing a torrent of divine power that surged forth like a storm. Its stature was awe-inspiring.
The Red Dragon Emperor lifted his head, jaws parting wide. From deep within his throat erupted a torrent of blazing Dragon Flame—raging, furious, and unyielding. The Dragon Flame clashed head-on with the divine flood, triggering a cataclysmic explosion. For a moment, it seemed the Flame might suppress the divine energy.
Kai Xiusu grinned fiercely. “Queen Tiamat… should I call it arrogance—or are you bluffing? To think you could defeat me now with nothing but a frail divine projection?”
Tiamat’s voice grew colder, laced with an unmistakable thread of murderous intent:
“You’ve only glimpsed a fraction of the Ice Mountain of Deity Might. How dare you be so arrogant! If I manifested my true body, you and your empire would face inevitable annihilation!”
Kai Xiusu showed no fear. Only a cold, mocking smile.
“Queen Tiamat… I know you too well. If you truly had the power to descend into the mortal realm now, you’d have already come crashing down when I fought Erebus. You’d have crushed me with a single stroke of divine might. There’d be no need to wait until now.”
A blinding crimson glow erupted from the Dragon Crystal embedded in the Red Dragon Emperor’s chest. The Dragon Flame in his maw burned fiercer than ever, surging through the flood of divine energy like a wildfire breaking through ice.
“You appear before me now in this form—bluffing, threatening, intimidating. That tells me only one thing—”
In an instant, the searing Dragon Flame tore through the sky, unleashing an unstoppable torrent of aura. It roared upward, slamming into the Five-Headed Dragon’s phantom image.
“Now, you can’t stop me!”
Before the words even faded, the sound of an air implosion tore through the heavens. The frenzied Dragon Flame shattered the phantom, distorting its form. The sky turned a deep, burning orange-red, thick smoke churning endlessly, blotting out the sun.
The cultists watching from below erupted in chaotic exclamations. Their scaled, grotesque faces twisted in shock and disbelief.
“Has… the Dragon Queen lost?”
“How could this be? That’s Queen Tiamat—the progenitor of all Five-Colored Malevolent Dragons! How could she be defeated by this Red Dragon?”
To the lowest-tier cultists of the Dragon Worship Church, Tiamat was an omnipotent deity—a god who would soon rule the mortal world. No one—no dragon, no mortal—could stand against her.
But now, watching her phantom being torn apart by Dragon Flame, their faith cracked. Their belief trembled, on the verge of collapse. Their all-powerful deity—defeated? Humiliated? Almost driven back?
In the endless roar of the Dragon Flame, the Five-Headed Dragon let out a long, agonized roar, writhing in the sky, its expression terrifying.
“Kai Xiusu… don’t celebrate too soon! This is only the beginning! Do you truly believe I can never descend into the Material Plane?”
“Of course, Queen Tiamat,” the Red Dragon Emperor replied, wings flaring as he ascended into the heavens, launching himself toward the phantom. “This will be the beginning of my total victory… the end of the Dragon Worship Church!”
For Kai Xiusu now, ordinary divine projections were no longer a threat—mere scraps to be consumed. The fire burned fiercer, threatening to incinerate the phantom entirely.
Amid the relentless damage output, Kai Xiusu couldn’t resist a sarcastic jab:
“Even a mere projection, crossing the veil between worlds, suffers tremendous strength attrition. Is it really worth it? Are you just trying to let your pitiful followers witness their deity being destroyed?”
Within the blazing fire, Tiamat’s gaze turned even colder—burning with a desire to utterly annihilate the Red Dragon Emperor, even at the cost of her own divine essence.
“Arrogant traitor… you’ll soon learn that for an eternity-bound Deity, a single battle’s outcome is meaningless. Only the final victor shall claim all.”
Kai Xiusu exhaled sharply, shattering Tiamat’s White Dragon head with a single breath. He laughed coldly.
“Ah… so you admit you lost this round?”
“Get out of my way!” Tiamat roared in fury. The divine breath she unleashed roared forth—but the Red Dragon Emperor dodged it effortlessly, unscathed.
She was furious. Humiliated.
“Damned hybrid dragon… should’ve been purged long ago.”
Regret burned in the heart of the Five-Colored Dragon Queen. She cursed herself for not destroying the Red Dragon when she had the chance. Instead, she’d allowed him to grow—unchecked, unchained.
That Red Dragon had grown too fast. Unimaginably fast.
Just a few decades ago—mere moments to a dragon with endless lifespans, a blink to the Mother of Monsters who had lived through eons—Tiamat’s grand conspiracy had been measured in centuries.
Yet in the span of mere decades, Kai Xiusu had surged to a power rivaling a semi-god. His Empire of Ashen expanded with terrifying speed, rising to become a Colossal Entity capable of shaping the world’s fate.
She had once deliberately allowed him to grow—planning to use him, then harvest him, when he reached the right stage.
But the outcome had spiraled beyond control.
She never expected him to evolve so violently. So quickly. In less than a generation, he had become a threat she could no longer ignore.
“Damned hybrid dragon!” she roared again in her mind, eyes blazing with rage.
Now, the conflict between the Dragon Worship Church and the Empire of Ashen was irreconcilable. This arrogant Emperor of the Ashen Flame would never submit. He hadn’t become a tool for conquest—he’d become the greatest obstacle to her descent into the mortal world.
And worse—she sensed countless eyes from the Outer Planes watching, fixed on this moment. Among them: Bahamut, the God of Good Dragons, and the human deities who regarded her as an enemy.
If she intervened directly, crossing the veil, she would suffer massive attrition to her divinity. And in that moment, her hidden enemies would strike—attacking her divine realm with everything they had.
Even if Bahamut came to protect the Red Dragon Emperor, she’d still be forced to fight him. It would be a Pyrrhic victory at best.
Now, to truly eradicate this Red Dragon, she had two options:
Either descend with the cost of her divine essence, risking damage to her soul, and deliver a single, fatal blow during a moment of weakness.
Or, use the Church’s rituals to descend into the mortal world in her true form, crushing him beneath her full strength.
But as Kai Xiusu had said—this confrontation was meaningless. It only wasted her strength, tarnished her glory, and left her powerless.
With a gaze filled with hatred and loathing, Tiamat stared at Kai Xiusu. Her phantom form began to dissolve, scattering into countless glowing specks. The crushing divine pressure vanished, as if it had never been.
Finally, the Mother of Monsters left only one final whisper—before vanishing from existence:
“Kai Xiusu… remember what you’ve done today. In the not-so-distant future, you will pay for it in agony.”
Kai Xiusu looked at the place where the projection had vanished. His voice was calm, distant.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The Red Dragon Emperor slowly flapped his wings, hovering in midair. After the brutal battle, his body was near collapse—like an overheated engine. Steam, hot and pressurized, burst from his porous organs and the gaps between his shattered scales.
His body was a mess—wounds riddled across his frame, scales torn and broken, wings ragged, flesh torn open, bones exposed. He looked horrific.
But thanks to the unyielding bloodline of a Third-Generation Ancestral Dragon, his wounds were healing visibly, flesh regenerating at a staggering pace.
Yet one truth remained: he had won.
The Red Dragon Emperor from the Far North had slain the Master of the Green Dragon Sect, Lord of the Putrid Marsh, Erebus. He had driven back the divine projection of the Mother of Monsters.
Kai Xiusu looked down upon the earth. The ground was pockmarked with craters. The landscape was devastated—scorched, frozen solid, corroded, and blasted by thunder. Mountains and hills had been stripped bare, exposing the dark, hidden layers of Blackrock beneath—like the world had been reshaped by a mad god.
In the sky, clouds churned violently, colors flashing chaotically. The collision of energy, the clash of divine power—this battle had permanently altered the climate. It was nothing short of world-transforming.
Under Erebus’s influence, the Ashen Marsh had long been a land of gloom—air thick with damp, skies perpetually shrouded in dark clouds, endless rain creating vast, sucking swamps—paradise for the Green Dragons.
But now? With the death of the Lord of the Putrid Marsh and the impact of the Dragon Breath, the climate would shift. The heat would intensify. The skies would remain clear and blue. Over time, the swamps themselves would vanish—erased from the world.
“God…”
“How… possible?”
“The Queen lost?”
“No! This is a trick! A lie! The Great Mother of Monsters is omnipotent!”
The cultists screamed in frenzy. Their faith shattered. Many fell into madness, lost in confusion.
But the Dragon Beasts—simple-minded, instinct-driven—saw only one truth: the Red Dragon was larger, stronger, and radiated a terrifying aura. He was clearly their new chieftain.
They lifted their heads, roaring in unison, bowing their necks in reverence toward the Red Dragon Emperor—celebrating the birth of a new king.
Suddenly, a ritualist from the Dragon Worship Church pushed through the chaos, falling to his knees. He slammed his forehead into the ground again and again, blood streaming like tiny snakes down his face.
His voice was wild, ecstatic:
“You’re all wrong! Look! The noble figure like a mountain, eyes like gold, fire that burns everything—King Kai Xiusu is the Dragon foretold in the Apocalypse! The one who will save us!”
This evil priest, Karl Berg, was a bishop of the Green Dragon Sect—the most fanatical, radical, and merciless of the cult. He saw all mortals as grass and ash.
It was said he had first performed the infamous “Great Sacrifice”—abducting countless innocents, dragging them into the altar, igniting a tragedy of unspeakable cruelty.
“The time of Erebus is over! That primordial Green Dragon is ash!” Karl raised his Dragon Bone Staff, shouting to the heavens:
“Now, we must worship the Emperor of the Ashen Flame—the Great Cataclysm Lord, the Dragon who leads the world: Kai Xiusu!”
“Praise Kai Xiusu!”
“Lord of Cataclysm!”
Many cultists turned on the battlefield, now kneeling before the Red Dragon Emperor—worshiping him, despite him being their enemy just moments ago. Within minutes, a congregation of over ten thousand formed—The Church of the Red Dragon.
Their speed of betrayal was so fast, even the most shameless players felt humbled—marveling at their flexibility.
The Empire’s players, long accustomed to their faction leader turning the tide, cheered with pure delight:
“Long live the Empire! Long live the Emperor!”
“Emperor of the Ashen Flame—unconquerable!”
“Emperor Kai—invincible!”
“Hehehe, King Kai Xiusu is the best! I want to touch His Majesty’s tail—”
Even amid the cheers, strange chants echoed through the crowd.
Far away, Baron Adrian stood rigid at the frontline, breath held, his expression tense, mind in turmoil. He had seen with his own eyes: the Emperor of the Ashen Flame kill Erebus, repel Tiamat’s divine might. He knew such a being was beyond mortal reach—beyond anything a mere human could resist.
Only a divine being descending from the heavens could stop this terrifying dragon.
Adrian feared the worst. He dreaded the cultists’ frenzy, their blind worship, their devotion—how it might empower Kai Xiusu to seize full control of the Dragon Worship Church. He feared the Red Dragon Emperor would become the next Erebus—inflicting even greater cruelty and plunder upon the people of Seleucus.
And from afar, Karl Berg stepped forward, kneeling before him, bowing low, a fawning smile on his face.
“Mighty and noble King Kai Xiusu… we are all willing to follow you. We pledge our loyalty—forever faithful to you.”
(End of Chapter)
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