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Chapter 857: A Fierce Battle
In the distance, the colossal black Dragon of the Apocalypse lowered its head, its obsidian form looming over Kai Xiusu. Within its massive, vertically slitted golden pupils, a blinding light flickered—cold, mocking, laced with unhidden sarcasm. Tilting its massive head, it spoke in a voice like grinding stone:
"You truly believe this is enough to stand against me, Kai Xiusu? You are far too arrogant."
Kazul’s voice grew louder, swelling into a thunderous roar:
"Only this—and you dare to challenge a deity destined to bring about The End?!"
Amidst the deafening howls, the ancient Red Dragon unleashed a flood of black light from its maw—a torrent nearly a hundred meters wide, surging forward with relentless force.
At that moment, the world seemed to freeze in deathly silence. Only the terrifying, apocalyptic crack of destruction remained—the sound of the breath that would end all things.
"Boom—"
Kai Xiusu roared, unleashing his Dragon Wing, and rose into the sky on a gale of searing wind. He raised his right claw high, and a torrent of lightning converged upon it, coalescing into a silver-white spear stretching a full kilometer in length.
Now, the Emperor of the Ashen Flame stood amidst storm clouds and thunderous darkness, a tempest made flesh. He hurled the energy spear like a god’s lance—
Lightning Spear!
The silver-white bolt of lightning tore across the sky, shattering the ashen veil that shrouded the heavens. It clashed head-on with the black flood of destruction.
Kazul’s Apocalypse Breath was no mere elemental force—it was divine power, even if fragmented and incomplete. Such power stood leagues above mortal elemental magic. And within it flowed the most destructive form of divine force, a force capable of unmaking existence itself.
Yet Kai Xiusu’s Lightning Spear was no ordinary spell. It was not mere lightning, nor the storm magic of a Storm Giant. This was the Destruction Divine Thunder, wrested from Gorazdra—himself one of the three gods of the Dragon Worship Church, the so-called Thunder Tyrant. His lightning breath was the strongest among the three divinely chosen, even feared by Kazul.
"Boom!"
The explosion shook the sky, thunderous and cataclysmic. Fire and lightning collided in a maelstrom, triggering over a hundred storms across a hundred-mile radius, leaving behind a storm-lashed aftermath.
The Lightning Spear pierced through the black flood in an instant. With a deafening roar, it plunged toward Kazul, its immense form dwarfing the Red Dragon.
"This... is Gorazdra’s strength?"
"How is this possible?!"
Kazul’s expression shifted in shock, his brow furrowed in disbelief. He could not have imagined that, within mere days, this traitor—this Emperor of the Ashen Flame—had not only plundered but fully absorbed the power of his long-time rival.
But there was no time for thought. Kazul snapped his vast wings shut, forming a shield-like barrier before his body. He took the blow head-on.
"Boom!"
The thunderous impact tore a crater nearly a hundred meters wide across his wing. Black mist surged forth, filling the wound, dissolving the crackling lightning that clung to the edges.
"Impossible," Kazul growled, his voice thick with fury. "In such a short time, this traitor has grown to this extent? Then I must eradicate the root."
His gaze, heavy with malice, fixed on the dragon encircled by storm far away. The air around him trembled—space itself seemed to shudder under his wrath.
For the Dragon Worship Church’s "Three Gods" had long maintained a delicate balance. Though Kazul despised Erebus and Gorazdra, the combined might of the blue and green primordial dragons had once held the red dragon in check—ensuring a tripartite stalemate.
Now, after his awakening, Kazul’s strength had soared near that of a true god. He had prepared to consume the remaining two semi-gods, paving the way for Tiamat’s descent.
But Kai Xiusu had shattered that plan—upended the very script Kazul had written for eternity.
This Red Dragon Emperor had defied the Five-Colored Dragon Queen, defeating Erebus and Gorazdra in succession, seizing their divine bodies, even annihilating the Green and Blue Dragon cults. Now, with two divine bodies at his command, even Kazul could not afford to underestimate him.
With a flick of his claw, Kazul summoned countless massive rocks into the air. They were bathed in Apocalypse Embers, transformed into black meteors, and hurled down upon Kai Xiusu.
Kai Xiusu did not falter. He stared straight into the falling storm, his narrow golden pupils flaring with light. Thousands of beams erupted from his eyes, shattering the meteors mid-air.
Since claiming Erebus’s “Eyes of Tiamat,” Kai Xiusu’s vision had been pushed to its ultimate limit. His Heaven’s Judgment Dragon Eye had evolved into the Primordial Eye—capable of piercing through time and space, seeing the very essence of all things, and unleashing beams of light powerful enough to forge perfect phantom images.
Most meteors were destroyed by the beams—but a few slipped through.
Kai Xiusu raised his claw, summoning a forcefield to block them—only to discover the meteors pierced through it like paper. It wasn’t until he unleashed a breath laced with divine power that the fragments were finally vaporized.
Yet, he kept one. He intended to study Kazul’s essence through it.
But as soon as his claw touched the meteorite, a surge of black light erupted. A wave of despair washed over him, spreading across his scales like poison. In an instant, his claw—his very root—was reduced to ash.
Kai Xiusu immediately dropped it, then unleashed a beam of light from his eyes to destroy it. He channeled divine power into the wound, and his flesh regenerated almost instantly.
"This is the Destructive Divine Power," he realized, stunned. "Kazul’s weapon of world-ending might."
The black light could erode anything in the prime material plane—even the scales of a Red Dragon, harder than diamonds, reduced to dust in a heartbeat.
This was no mere physical corrosion. It was a fundamental corruption—a violation at the level of primordial source, of divine edict.
In essence, "to be touched by Black Light is to be destroyed" had become an unbreakable law of existence.
And only something of equal divine power could resist it.
This was beyond terrifying.
Then, a chilling thought struck him. Kai Xiusu turned sharply, his gaze sweeping across the earth.
Below, the countless fragments of rock—charged with Black Light—had already struck the ground, creating black craters. And those craters were growing, expanding like cosmic black holes, greedily consuming everything around them, transforming matter into the ash of the apocalypse.
In mere moments, half the battlefield had fallen—a wasteland of ash, thick smoke, and fire.
"New Era—Long Live!"
"Praise Kazul, our Lord!"
The Dragon-Worshiping cultists knelt in frenzy, chanting prayers as the Black Light devoured them. To them, dying in the End meant ascending to Tiamat’s divine realm, reborn as noble Dragonborn, rulers of the new world after her descent.
Whether the Five-Colored Dragon Queen would truly restore their souls—soul fragments consumed by divine power—was a mystery no one dared answer.
"See it, Kai Xiusu?" Kazul’s voice echoed across the battlefield. "Surrender. The End is inevitable. Not even you can stop it!"
His howl swept through the battlefield, sending tens of thousands into panic—many collapsing unconscious. Some, too weak-minded, were torn apart spiritually on the spot, collapsing into hollow shells.
"Roar—!"
In response, Kai Xiusu unleashed a roar so powerful it shook the sky. He flapped his Dragon Wing, and blinding lightning wrapped around his body like a coat of armor, annihilating the advancing Black Light.
He inhaled deeply—so deeply that the air around him seemed to vanish. The elemental energy flooded his lungs, transformed by the Power of the Storm Sovereign into thunderbolts, then gathered atop his horns before erupting in a beam of light that split the sky.
This was Gorazdra’s most formidable power—
Lightning Breath!
"Boom—"
The roar split the heavens. The pale white beam of lightning surged across the sky like a river, tearing through the black veil, racing toward Kazul’s apocalyptic form.
"Ha…" Kazul smirked, a chilling grin spreading across his maw. "That Blue-Skinned madman’s breath… it brings back memories."
With a flick of his wings, he summoned a hurricane of black wind. His chest pulsed—within it, the Heart of Tiamat throbbed like a war drum. Slowly, he opened his vast, bloody maw.
From deep within his throat poured a torrent of dark ash and deep crimson fire—leaving a bloody wound across the sky, a wound that burned with the power to destroy worlds.
"Boom!"
The two breaths collided—explosions of thunder, fire, and ash exploded outward. The storm engulfed dozens of miles, a maelstrom of destruction.
"Look out!"
"Warning: Super-Alpha Energy Wave detected!"
"Too late! Activate maximum defense field now!"
"By Tiamat’s name—what power! Praise the World-Destroying Dragon, Kazul!"
No matter friend or foe—anyone caught in the storm was torn apart in seconds, burned to ash, shredded beyond recognition.
At the storm’s heart, the pale lightning and crimson flame clashed in endless battle, neither yielding. The damage continued, relentless.
The earth itself bore two scars—each over a kilometer long, several meters deep—like straight, artificial canals carved by divine fury.
Kai Xiusu, maintaining a terrifying drain on his energy, gritted his teeth and roared:
"Kazul… do you truly believe Tiamat would allow an uncontrolled deity to rise in her domain?"
Kazul matched him, his Apocalypse Breath unwavering.
"I am her most trusted servant. She promised me—she swore—that I would become the god of the Seleucus people!"
"Promise?" Kai Xiusu sneered, opening his claw and summoning a miniature sun—its heat intense, its flame trailing like a comet. He hurled it at Kazul.
"You actually believe the promise of a Five-Colored Dragon Queen? Let go of your childish fantasies, Kazul."
"If you win, yes—you’ll become a god. But only as Tiamat’s avatar, a puppet shaped by her will. That is your ascension."
"Blasphemy!" Kazul roared.
Ash swirled in the air, forming a black claw hundreds of meters long. It closed around the miniature sun, crushing it.
The Sun God’s power erupted—hundreds of beams of light tore through the ash, bursting forth like stars breaking free.
But Kazul clenched his claw shut. Black light surged from the surrounding air, swallowing the beams whole, extinguishing the sun before it could even ignite.
Kai Xiusu watched coldly. He wasn’t surprised. To a being like Kazul—master of the Deep Crimson Embers—such attacks were nothing more than probes.
With a powerful flap of his wings, Kai Xiusu soared upward, breaking through the ash-choked clouds, rising to a height of ten kilometers. He looked down upon Kazul with icy disdain.
"Ha… Kazul. You’re just deluding yourself with dreams of ascension."
Kazul mirrored him, his wings sweeping across the sky, stirring a storm of fury that shook the earth. He ascended with a thunderous roar:
"I have been a Divinely Chosen One for thousands of years. I know better than you the true nature of our Lord! Your life force is fleeting—like a flea’s. How could you possibly comprehend the greatness of the Mother of Monsters?"
"Besides…" He paused, his voice dropping, laced with something unknown:
"Tell me—what makes you so different from me? We are both vessels chosen by The Utter Null."
Kai Xiusu froze. His pupils widened in shock.
Lord of Flames. The Utter Null. World Cleanser.
These were the titles of Karex—the mad Dragon God.
How could this ancient Red Dragon know of his connection to Karex?
Had Tiamat revealed this to him?
But before he could reflect, Kazul’s wings—spanning a thousand meters—slammed down from above, unleashing a hurricane of Apocalypse Embers. The sky trembled, space itself warping.
Kai Xiusu’s left wing was struck by the black wind. The crimson fire licked at it, burning—slowly, inevitably—reducing it to ash.
If that blow had landed fully, Kai Xiusu’s flesh would have been consumed instantly by the Destructive Divine Power, becoming mere nourishment for the End.
"Roar—!"
With a final, desperate roar, Kai Xiusu twisted, inhaling with such force that the air for hundreds of meters vanished. His chest pulsed—the Dragon Crystal within him undergoing a magical fusion, combining the primordial sources of Sun God Fire, Order Flame, and Hellfire.
Eternal Breath!
At once, Kai Xiusu opened his massive, blood-filled maw. First, a burst of luminous, spined particles erupted—then, a torrent of radiant dragon flame burst from his throat, blazing downward like a blade.
It tore through the black sky in an instant—shattering the veil—and tore open half of Kazul’s wing.
(End of Chapter)
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