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Chapter 828: Faria's Offering of Submission
Taliro Great Desert, Western Nest.
Beneath the sands of the dune-swallowed ruins, the Faria Family’s Blue Dragons were in disarray—frantic, terrified, scattered like a regiment in chaos.
One Blue Dragon, scorched and riddled with bullet holes, gasped back into the nest’s interior, its voice trembling with panic. “Gorazdra Elder… she’s gone! She was killed—by the Emperor of the Ashen Flame!”
“Gorazdra is dead!”
“The Allied Forces have conquered the Taliro Desert. They’ve annihilated the Blue Dragon Sect. They’re advancing straight toward our nest!”
“The descendants of the Blue Dragon have been wiped out!”
“Run! The Empire is coming! Their iron balls, fired from rods, can pierce our scales! I saw it with my own eyes—some weak, ordinary humans, without a shred of supernatural power, slaughtered a young Blue Dragon!”
“By Tiamat above… are these madmen from the Empire truly trying to exterminate us?”
The Clan Chief of the Faria Family—Ancient Blue Dragon Keldom—stepped forward, his expression grim. “How could Gorazdra Elder fall so easily? She is a Semi-God Level Primordial Dragon. Unless a True God intervenes, not even a cataclysm of eras could end her.”
The wounded Blue Dragon shuddered, its voice cracking. “But… I saw it with my own eyes. That Red Dragon Emperor engulfed thousands of meters of space in Dragon Flame, burning Gorazdra Elder to ash—no corpse remained!”
“By Tiamat…”
Keldom’s eyes flickered with a sudden, grim awe. For a fleeting moment, he seemed to see the scene—the inferno, the devastation, the sheer scale of destruction.
Then, Christina stepped forward. From a gap in her scales, she withdrew a token—Emperor of Ashen’s insignia—holding it high. Her voice rang clear and unwavering.
“I told you all this would happen. The Faria Family should never have meddled in this war. I already made a pact with the Empire of Ashen. If we submit, not one of our kin will be harmed.”
The severely injured Blue Dragon hesitated, voice barely a whisper. “But… this is naked betrayal.”
“Fool!” Christina’s eyes widened, her pupils flashing with electric sparks. Fury burned in her gaze. “Did the Empire’s bullets blast your brain to pulp? Have they turned your gray matter into a chaotic mess? Our clan is on the brink of extinction—can you still cling to some hollow notion of loyalty?”
The Blue Dragon still hesitated. “But what if Queen Tiamat demands accountability…”
Christina let out a cold, mocking laugh. “For a thousand years, the Faria Clan served Her with unwavering devotion. What did we gain? A few hollow praises. Not a single gold coin. It’s time we face the real world—and seek a new master.”
“Good thing I foresaw this moment. Otherwise, following your foolish ideals—dying for a Dragon Worship Cult—our fate would’ve been no better than that of those wretched last descendants!”
Another adult Blue Dragon, returning from the battlefield, spoke up. “But how can we trust the Empire? Could this not be a trap?”
Christina shook her head. “No Five-Colored Dragon Clan has yet submitted to the Empire. If we are the first, we’ll set the precedent. Their treatment of us will be exceptional.”
She paused, then added, “Still… you’re not entirely wrong. The Empire won’t fully trust us in the short term. They won’t see us as their own. We need an Offering of Submission.”
Suddenly, a low hum filled the air. A regiment of fine blue electric arcs surged into the cave’s depths, coalescing in the stunned gaze of the Dragon flock into a familiar form—Gorazdra, her aura radiating rank-level intimidation.
It was her. The Ancient Blue Dragon, her soul intact—having fled her body just before Kai Xiusu’s final strike.
Almost-God Level, her Divine Soul could traverse the Material Realm at blinding speed, bypassing the long, perilous process of spiritual reformation.
With a crackle of electricity, the soul-form of Gorazdra shrieked in fury. “Kai Xiusu! That damned traitor! May he never know peace! Just one step more—I would’ve killed him!”
A bolt of searing lightning erupted from her, cleaving through the rock wall with a deafening crack, leaving behind a charred fissure.
Even without a physical body, this Ancient Blue Dragon still wielded strength beyond that of most dragons.
After her outburst, she turned her cold, contemptuous gaze upon Keldom, issuing orders with icy finality. “Keldom. I need a new flesh body—one capable of housing my soul. At least an adult Dragon.”
“But…” Keldom’s face twisted with hesitation. The other Blue Dragons recoiled, retreating into the shadows of the cave’s corners, fearful of drawing the wrath of the Thunder Tyrant.
Though Blue Dragons were the most orderly of the Five-Colored Dragons, they were also the most selfish—never willingly giving their life force for the clan.
“There is no ‘but,’” Gorazdra snapped, her voice sharp as a blade. “Without me, what hope do you have against the Empire’s greed? Will you let them extinguish our clan?”
Though small in form, her presence radiated power far surpassing any in the nest. The others held their breath, trembling, too afraid to speak.
In the House Faria, every Blue Dragon feared the Grand Elder. To provoke her was to invite annihilation.
But behind her, Christina narrowed her eyes. A faint, sly smile curled at the corner of her lips. Her vertical pupils—slitted and sharp—glinted with an unusual light.
She had found her Offering of Submission. And it would be more than enough.
That afternoon, Gorazdra’s soul rested deep within the nest, drawing strength from a crystal infused with lightning elements. Her form crackled with restless energy, electric currents dancing across her being.
Several adult Blue Dragons stood guard, tense and wary, their movements precise, afraid to trigger her wrath.
Gorazdra lifted her head lazily, glancing at Keldom. “Keldom. I want a suitable flesh body by dawn tomorrow. Understood?”
“Yes, Grand Elder.” Keldom bowed his head, his posture as respectful as ever. Yet, beneath the surface, a subtle shift had occurred—his gaze, once submissive, now held a glint of resolve.
Gorazdra nodded, her expression dark with hatred. “When I regain my strength… I’ll make that arrogant Red Dragon pay.”
Boom!
A thunderous scream split the sky, followed by a roar so deep it shook the earth. The cave trembled violently. Debris rained from above. An overwhelming pressure descended upon the land, distorting space itself—as if reality were a crumpled piece of paper, creased and torn.
The Blue Dragons panicked, scrambling in all directions, their cries echoing through the cavern.
“What’s happening?”
“Did the Empire come? Are they attacking our nest?”
Even Gorazdra roared in alarm. “Who is this?! Who dares? You fools—can’t even defend a single nest!”
But Keldom remained calm. “All things come to pass. For the sake of House Faria, we must endure.”
“You—” Gorazdra spun, her eyes blazing with shock, as if seeing Keldom for the first time. “You dare—”
“Look!” One of the Blue Dragons shrieked, trembling, pointing upward.
The ceiling of the nest cracked—fissures spreading like spiderwebs, widening rapidly. Light seeped through, blinding in the darkness.
Boom!
The earth above tore open. Sunlight poured into the cavern. Then, a shadow—vast, terrifying—descended, swallowing the nest in darkness.
“That… that’s—”
“By Tiamat! He’s descended… in person!”
“Impossible! Such a size… such power… that aura—this is the Emperor of the Ashen Flame!”
The Blue Dragons trembled, their bodies convulsing with fear. They looked up—first the massive claw, then the crimson-scaled forelimbs, then the mountainous, iron-muscled body, gleaming in the sunlight like molten gold.
A colossal Red Dragon hovered above them, wings spanning the sky like a crimson veil. Dignity, brutality, and sacred might radiated from its form.
—Kai Xiusu. The Emperor of the Ashen Flame.
The one who had just defeated Gorazdra. The one who had withstood Tiamat’s divine punishment. The one who had annihilated the Blue Dragon Sect.
Under a storm of terror, panic, and hostility, Kai Xiusu slowly lowered his head. A mocking smile curled at his lips. In his pale golden, vertical pupils, flames surged.
“Gorazdra. We meet again. This time, you won’t escape so easily.”
“Kai Xiusu!”
“You’ve conspired with a traitor in your own clan—utterly despicable!”
Gorazdra shrieked in rage and shock, her soul-form reforming into a blinding silver lightning storm. She tried to teleport underground, to vanish into the lightning veins of the minerals.
But Kai Xiusu had prepared for this. He would not let this Almost-God Level Primordial Dragon slip away.
“Gorazdra,” he said, voice calm, “your own kin reached out to me. I’ve heard the saying: those who commit too many injustices will eventually fall by their own hand. For evil dragons, that doesn’t apply. It only proves how weak you are—unable to command your own people.”
“Ah… how ironic. The once-proud Quasi-God, now reduced to a mere Offering of Submission for House Faria. Truly a masterpiece of irony.”
“Surrender. Stop fighting. You’re nothing but Tiamat’s loyal hound.”
With a deep, echoing roar, Kai Xiusu unleashed the power stored within his time-etched body. A torrent of temporal energy surged from his throat—flowing like a river, wrapping around the Ancient Blue Dragon’s soul.
It was the Nine-Ring Spell—
[Eternal Stasis]
In her prime, Gorazdra would have torn through such a spell with a single thunderclap. But now—her flesh body reduced to ash, her soul weakened, her divine power nearly gone—she could not resist.
Boom!
The force erupted. Space rippled like water disturbed by a stone. The spell’s aura spread, freezing everything around it.
In an instant, time stopped.
Dust, particles, even the Dragon Soul itself—frozen in mid-motion. The scene became a perfect, solidified amber.
“Grand Elder…”
“She… she’s been imprisoned!”
Keldom bowed his head, voice respectful. “Honor to welcome King Kai Xiusu. Your arrival at House Faria’s nest is our greatest privilege.”
The other Blue Dragons exchanged glances, then bowed in unison. “Honor to welcome King Kai Xiusu.”
Christina glided forward on her wings, her front limbs bending into a graceful, ritualistic bow. Her neck arched in Dragonkind etiquette.
“King Kai Xiusu. This is our Offering of Submission—a Quasi-God’s Dragon Soul. Do you find it satisfactory?”
To the young Blue Dragon, Gorazdra’s capture was inevitable. Why waste time and resources resurrecting her? Better to use her final moments to demonstrate Faria’s unwavering loyalty.
Christina tilted her head slightly, gazing at the Red Dragon Emperor with reverence—like a devotee before a god. Her eyes tracked every subtle shift in his expression.
Kai Xiusu parted his lips, revealing blood-stained fangs in a fierce smile. “Excellent. I am satisfied.”
He raised his claw. The time-frozen amber flew into the air, hovering above his palm. Inside, Gorazdra’s soul remained frozen in terror, her eyes still flashing with electric light, her aura still radiating almost-God-level power.
Yet now, she was a prisoner—contained in the palm of the Red Dragon Emperor.
The sight sent shivers down every spine.
Afterward, Kai Xiusu spread his wings and ascended into the sky. His voice, deep and resonant, echoed across the desert, stirring up waves of sand.
“All of you—welcome to the Empire of Ashen!”
Blue Dragons emerged from the nest. Beyond the dunes, a vast, patchwork tide stretched to the horizon—Empire’s army. Thousands of heavy cannons, painted black, stood poised. Their dark muzzles pointed directly at the Faria nest, ready to unleash a thousand cannons in unison—reducing the nest to rubble.
Seeing the Red Dragon Emperor rise, welcoming their submission, the Imperial Artillery Corps commander—a Dragonline Ogre named Daitou—sighed, waving a hand.
“They’ve surrendered. Cease artillery preparation.”
“A shame,” he muttered. “All that battle merit, gone.”
“Pathetic. No spine at all,” the artillerymen grumbled, their tone laced with bitter disappointment.
In the nest, the remaining Blue Dragons trembled—especially Keldom. His scalp prickled, his eyelids twitching. He swallowed hard, relief flooding him.
Had they not surrendered… the Empire would have turned them into cannon fodder. They’d have been blown to dust.
(End of Chapter)
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