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Chapter 821: Tore Open the Sky
The Emperor of Tore OpenSky stared at the spectacle of over a dozen warships one after another plummeting from the sky, exploding in brilliant detonations across the battlefield. The sheer devastation sent shockwaves through every soul present—Allied Forces soldiers, Player combatants, even followers of the Dragon Worship Church—each face etched with terror.
“Such a terrifying Thunderbolt!”
“This kind of lightning… it’s not something mortals can block! It’s divine punishment!”
“Danger! Her next attack is coming—get out of the way!”
Chaos erupted across the frontline. Shouts, screams, and panicked cries filled the air, threatening to dissolve all remaining order. Soldiers near the Tower Liro region were overwhelmed with despair, their voices rising in anguished cries, some even breaking into rout—this ancient blue dragon, wielding lightning like a god’s wrath, had become an eternal shadow in their minds.
Empire’s Artillery Commander Roar bellowed, “Don’t panic! Maintain fire! It’s just an old blue dragon—how can a beast like that be immune to our guns?!”
“For the Empire!”
“Open fire—”
Bang! Bang-bang-bang!
A deafening, overlapping barrage of explosions erupted across the sky. Over a hundred anti-aircraft cannons fired in unison, unleashing tens of thousands of artillery shells into the heavens—forming a dense, interwoven net of destruction, lancing toward the ancient blue dragon.
Gorazdra looked down upon the earth with cold contempt, her voice dripping with mockery.
“Rebels following that red dragon… is this your rebellion?”
Zzzzzt—
The shells froze midair, as if time itself had been paused. Electric arcs crackled violently between them, sparking and snapping with a cacophonous hum.
“Kai Xiusu above!”
“They’re coming back!”
In an instant, a surge of lightning erupted. The shells’ tails dragged behind them, glowing with blinding silver-white arcs—like silver comets streaking through the sky at terrifying speed, tearing through the veil of the heavens in the opposite direction.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Within moments, the Empire’s artillery positions were struck by tens of thousands of shells trailing electric fire. Explosions erupted in a storm of flames and smoke, swallowing the entire frontline in a maelstrom of destruction.
The shells, propelled by an immense electromagnetic force, moved with such speed and kinetic energy that they could even bring down several copper dragons hovering midair. The blast tore through Player-controlled steam tanks and magitech battleships alike, scattering wreckage and sending players into frenzied panic, cursing in outrage.
“Is this an electromagnetic cannon?!”
“How do we even fight a boss like this? What kind of balance is this? The Dog Designer must’ve gone insane!”
“Get our magitech battleships out of here—activate spatial transit now! Leaving them here is suicide!”
Dolo swept his gaze across the battlefield. The Allied Forces’ frontline was now a wasteland of explosions, crackling electricity, and shattered debris—crumpled aerospace warships, broken steam tanks, and mangled aether armor littered the ground.
The arrival of this ancient blue dragon had transformed the battlefield into a world of irreversible change. Under the overwhelming might of the “Thunder Tyrant,” the Dragon Worship Church now held a crushing, near-absolute advantage.
The goblin officer spoke grimly. “We can’t keep this up. Issue orders—halt all thermal weapon fire against that blue dragon.”
Adrian stared at the distant ancient blue dragon, his grip tightening around the Sun God’s Longsword. He gritted his teeth. “Everyone… this dragon is too powerful. We must stand together if we are to resist her. The Eternal Lord of Light will protect us.”
“I’ve predicted over three hundred possible outcomes,” he continued. “We have no chance of victory. Every time we face her, she cuts us down in a single breath of lightning.”
A high-level mage from the City of All Arts stared blankly, his eyes flickering with complex runes. Despair laced his voice. “The mana ripple… in the presence of such a monster, we’re nothing but ants.”
Dionysius sighed, a wry smile playing on his lips. “No… haven’t you realized? That blue dragon has already ascended to a Life Force form. A mortal entity bound by matter cannot even begin to counter her. Not even divine protection… even if the Sun God descended in manifest form, he might not survive.”
Dolo turned sharply, his expression grim. He locked eyes with the silent Misha. “Misha… have you reached King Kai Xiusu? We can’t just wait here and die.”
Misha bit her lip, shaking her head. “Ever since that ancient blue dragon appeared, I’ve felt my connection to my master severed—something is blocking it.”
Beside her, the dwarf general—deeply resentful of the red dragon emperor—stepped forward, his voice low and gruff. “So your Majesty is afraid too? He’s scared of this blue dragon, isn’t he? That’s why he won’t fight!”
Misha’s gaze turned icy. She locked eyes with the dwarf general, her voice sharp as a blade. “Dwarf… I suggest you watch your words. The Empire has already destroyed one dwarf kingdom. We won’t hesitate to destroy another.”
“You dare—” The dwarf general gasped, face flushing red with fury, his body trembling with rage, ready to erupt into violence.
“Enough!” The high-level mage stepped between them, raising a hand to calm the storm. He exhaled slowly. “This is what a quasi-god is. In a sense, she is already a candidate for divinity. Her control over matter surpasses anything we mortals can comprehend. Simply existing here alters the environment for miles around.”
The ancient gold dragon narrowed her eyes, gazing into the distance. Her golden vertical pupils glowed faintly. “Before descending onto the battlefield, Gorazdra used divine power to summon a thunderstorm stretching over a hundred miles, encircling the entire field. She intends to annihilate us all—showing her strength to the red dragon emperor, and exacting revenge upon the Five-Colored Dragon Queen.”
Adrian looked up, his face pale, staring at the ravaged sky filled with storm. His voice was hollow, almost lost in the wind. “Is… is this really the end? Is that blue dragon truly invincible?”
Ha-ha-ha!
“Of course I am! I am invincible!”
A monstrous shadow descended upon the Allied Forces’ front, sweeping across the sky like a storm god’s breath. The vast wings of the dragon blocked out the sun, casting all beneath in darkness.
“I am the Thunderbolt. I am destruction. I will shatter the weak, and restore the dragon’s radiance to this earth!”
Gorazdra laughed—a chilling, merciless sound—her calm demeanor unshaken as she lowered her head, her narrow vertical pupils filled with contempt and arrogance. She looked down upon the humans, dragons, and dragonborn below, her presence alone enough to freeze the soul.
Thunder roared. Lightning crackled. The entire Lock Great Rift Northern Shore was swallowed by a terrifying storm of thunder and wind-sand. Flying sand, rolling stones, a sky darkened, the earth overturned. Humans, elves, and dwarves were lifted into the air like leaves, torn apart mid-flight. Thousands died instantly. Steam tanks on the ground were devoured by surging electric currents, exploding violently, spewing thick black smoke.
Even the most powerful beings among the Allied Forces could barely stand—utterly powerless against the storm’s fury.
From the ground, dust and iron sand rose into the air, swirling and coalescing into massive, monstrous beasts. They roared as they charged toward the soldiers, their bodies pulsing with electric arcs, trailing dust and fire.
Amidst the chaos, Adrian stood, his sword planted into the earth, his body flickering with the faint radiance of the Sun God’s power. He looked at the soldiers torn apart by the storm, his fury boiling over. With a roar, he raised his sword skyward, its blade blazing with crimson flame. Behind him, a magnificent array of flame feathers unfurled.
He leapt into the air, his voice cutting through the wind like a blade:
“Damned blue dragon! Leave this land! This is the homeland of the Seleucus—sacred territory of the great Fedran!”
“Amanata’s chosen?”
Gorazdra’s head emerged from the churning clouds, her eyes gleaming with mocking amusement. “How rare. Since that foolish old fool died, the Material Realm hasn’t seen a Sun God’s follower in ages. And now I find one—how lucky.”
She flared her wings, summoning endless thunderbolts as she descended slowly from above the clouds, her voice dripping with cruel delight.
“Ha-ha—The Dragon Queen will love you as a sacrifice!”
“Do not speak of the Eternal Lord of Light with such filth!” Adrian screamed, his eyes burning with fury. He raised his sword, channeling every ounce of the Sun God’s power.
“Die—!”
With a thunderous roar, a blazing red beam, over ten meters long, erupted from his sword—a torrent of pure flame.
“Not bad,” the ancient blue dragon murmured, lazily extending one claw. Instantly, thousands of lightning bolts converged, forming a colossal thunderclaw—hundreds of meters wide—ripping through the sky with a deafening BOOM, aimed straight at Adrian.
CRACK!
BOOM!
Flames met lightning in a cataclysmic collision. The fiery beam was instantly consumed, blinded by the blinding lightning, vanishing in an instant.
Gorazdra’s eyes blazed with lightning, her arrogance unhidden as she stared at Adrian, the predator to its prey.
“Mortal… you are still just a mortal. You can never stand against a deity.”
As the thunderclaw descended, Dionysius cried out:
“Together! Stop it! Guardianship, Adrian Duke!”
The ancient gold dragon roared, unleashing a torrent of intense fire from her maw. Misha stepped forward, forming a blazing wall of fire that blocked the thunderclaw’s path. Silver Moon elves drew their bows, arrows glowing with lunar radiance, arcing upward into the storm. High-level mages raised their staves, chanting incantations as a translucent barrier of intricate runes formed above Adrian.
In unison, the allies unleashed their power—light beams of every color, every element, colliding with the thunderclaw. For a moment, it was held at bay—barely, but held.
“Foolish rebellion!” Gorazdra laughed, flaring her wings. A storm of thunderous roars rained down, instantly shattering the Allied defenses. The massive lightning claw slammed down, imprisoning Adrian within its grasp.
Zap-zap-zap!
Electric arcs writhed across his body, his flesh seared and trembling. He was electrocuted, screaming in agony.
The ancient blue dragon descended slowly from the sky, her laughter echoing like doom.
“Stop struggling, mortal. You will all become sacrifices for the Dragon Queen—her nourishment as she descends into this world. Even that cursed red dragon will fall.”
“Are you… talking about me?”
At that moment, a deep, powerful voice echoed from afar—its tone carrying an almost magical authority. It drowned out the thunder, the lightning, the storm, and even the frenzied wind, sending a chill through every mortal soul within a hundred-mile radius.
Then, a wave of overwhelming intimidation surged forth—like an earthquake, like a mountain collapsing. Every creature on the ground trembled, their knees buckling. Even metal dragons and five-colored dragons recoiled in fear, their heads lowering.
“Tiamat above…”
“That’s dragon might!”
“What kind of aura is that?!”
“King Kai Xiusu! The Emperor of the Ashen Flame has descended! We’re saved!”
Even Gorazdra flinched—her expression shifting from arrogance to shock. She spread her wings, ignoring the legendary warriors beneath her, and soared into the sky. Her massive head turned toward the horizon, her once-proud vertical pupils now filled with rare seriousness.
Far away, the dark clouds tore open like a wound. The sandstorm vanished as if swept aside. The sky, once black and sealed, was ripped apart—revealing a scar thousands of meters long, blazing with fire.
Then, the scar spread—like a wound torn open across the sky. The heavens, like the skin of a great, wounded giant, were slashed open by a blade of pure flame. Blood-red flesh pulsed beneath.
A deafening BOOM shook the world. A colossal red dragon tore through the sky, ripping open the clouds and storm with brutal force. Behind it, a trail of endless fire stretched across the heavens, as it dove toward the chaos of the battlefield.
In just a few breaths, it had crossed tens of thousands of meters—its speed warping space itself, creating a relentless sonic boom that split the air.
This was the Emperor of the Ashen Flame—King of the North, Tiamat’s most rebellious offspring, and the most powerful dragon in the Material Realm—Kai Xiusu Claudew Noirikexius.
“He… he tore the sky open!”
“God!”
“Is this the legendary Red Emperor? No exaggeration at all!”
“Long live Emperor Kai Xiusu! Long live the Empire!”
The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices rising like thunder, accompanied by a wave of intense heat that swept across the battlefield.
At the frontline, all eyes were fixed on the red dragon descending from the heavens. Gorazdra’s gaze turned cold, her voice a mix of thunder and malice, each word forced from her throat like a curse:
“Kai Xiusu… you treacherous bastard. You finally came. I thought you’d run before even fighting.”
Kai Xiusu’s massive dragon form hovered above the clouds, flames trailing behind him like a tidal wave. He stared at the ancient blue dragon, his lips curling into a cold, mocking grin.
“Blue Dragon… you overestimate yourself. Not even Tiamat or Bahamut could make me bow. You’re nothing but a loyal hound, begging at her feet—how dare you speak to me like this?”
(End of Chapter)
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