Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

As the 【Sacred Day】 lit up the sky, Wilhelm's radiance suddenly dimmed.

His wings ignited with black flames, his pupils lost their iridescence, transforming into vertical pupils flowing with sulfur, and even the halo behind him turned into a scarlet inverted pentagram formation.

"No, no—what have you done to me?!"

Wilhelm writhed in the high sky, emitting heavy gasps and painful wails, even the melodious sacred hymns turned into the lamentations of the dead.

Zariel's voice echoed in his heart: "Come, Your Majesty Wilhelm, embrace the power of Hell, accept your reborn self—"

"Stop deceiving yourself, the sun is dead, you will gain eternal life in Avernus!"

As the light intensified, Wilhelm's entire skin burned, with countless fine cracks and wounds appearing, as if gnawed by greedy beasts, from which poured pitch-like substances.

That was the darkest abyss of Hell devouring his remaining divinity.

"Crack—"

Under the erosion of Hell, the six wings on his back snapped off together, swallowed by the pitch-black mist, and countless burning feathers fluttered in the high sky before falling gracefully.

In the end, people could only see a cloud of black mist, with a hideous figure and twisted limbs looming within, exceptionally terrifying, often accompanied by the piercing screams of souls and the roars of beasts.

Kayshus looked at Wilhelm, who was enveloped in darkness in the distance, and said loudly: "Look, everyone in the Thracian Kingdom.

Wilhelm, under the banner of the Lord of Eternal Radiance, proclaiming himself as the 'King of Angels' and 'Emperor of Faderan,' has engaged in the most despicable, filthy, and evil deeds!

When that glamorous disguise is torn off by me, you should understand—that is the king you are loyal to, a devil who has thrown himself into the Baator Hell, a pathetic fallen one, a tyrant who sacrifices his people!"

At the end, Kayshus's tone became more and more impassioned, with ups and downs, and his back was against the 【Sacred Day】, his whole body was shrouded in holy light, and the scales shone brightly, truly like an angel judging sins.

At this moment, justice and evil seemed to have switched positions, making people feel confused and disoriented, at a loss.

"God..."

"Amanata above... Your Majesty Wilhelm, he, he has really fallen into Hell!"

"Alas, to think that the former King of Angels would turn into such a state!"

The Thracian people raised their heads, looked up at the sky, looked at the sacred and majestic red dragon, and then looked at the monster wrapped in the pitch-black mist, and they already believed everything Kayshus said in their hearts.

It turned out that the Blazing Emperor was the one chosen by the Sun God, no, it should be said, the Dragon. And their Majesty Wilhelm, whom they were loyal to, had become a monster that had fallen into Hell!

Thinking of this, the hearts of the Thracian people had already begun to waver.

Now that Wilhelm's disguise has been torn off, do they really have to be loyal to a tyrant who sacrifices souls until death?

They once firmly believed that sacrificing for Thrace could ascend to heaven, but what about now? Were they going to fall into Hell and become food for those devils?

"No, what he said is not true, that evil dragon is deceiving you!

I am still the Wilhelm of the past, I am still the successor to the throne! I will lead you to revive the Holy Faderan!" A hoarse roar came from the black mist.

At this moment, the black mist had expanded to a diameter of one kilometer, pulsating like a womb of Hell, as if it was gestating something extremely terrifying.

"Roar—"

The black mist dissipated, and Wilhelm stood up from the viscous darkness.

He saw that bone spurs and jagged devil wings had grown from the broken wings, and thorns had grown on his spine, and that flawless body had become slender, thin, and twisted, a full fifty meters tall.

The power of original sin wrapped around his twisted body: arrogance turned into a crown of thorns on his head, jealousy condensed into a hideous poison ivy, and rage forged into a lava spear in his hand.

At this moment, Wilhelm finally completely abandoned the Sun God, gave up the glorious status of the Angelic Bloodline, and became an apostle of Hell, a true Great Devil.

From the moment he completely fell—the roses in Augusta withered, and the thorns turned into venomous snakes; the feathers of the Sun Pigeons were stained with blood, and their wails turned into Hell Ravens; the blood in the sky condensed, turning into a blood-colored cloud covering the earth.

Having witnessed such a scene with their own eyes, all the Thracian people were extremely frightened and felt lingering fear.

Dayev looked at the monster, or rather, the devil, in the sky, his expression became more and more complicated, and he whispered after a long silence: "Goodbye, Your Majesty Wilhelm."

In his heart, the former king had completely died, and what was now alive in the world was nothing more than a monster from Hell.

When he looked at the devil again, Dayev's eyes were full of hostility and vigilance.

Suddenly, his expression froze, and he suddenly remembered something, muttering: "Not good, those refugees in Augusta..."

Dayev made up his mind, drew the long sword from his waist, jumped off the city wall, and rushed to Augusta.

Kayshus watched the newborn Great Devil with great interest, and said softly: "Fallen Angelic Bloodline? Interesting."

【Fallen Monarch - Wilhelm】

Challenge Level: 29

If it had been a few years ago, this 【Fallen Monarch】 would have been a formidable opponent, but for the current Kayshus, he was just a slightly tricky little monster.

He hasn't even broken through the thirty-mark, what qualifications does he have to clamor in front of him?

In Kayshus's eyes, his real opponent was not Wilhelm, but the Demon Lord who had always been hiding behind him, plotting to drag the entire Augusta into Hell—Zariel.

"Great, great, with this power I should be able to kill that red dragon and take back the Holy Faderan!"

Wilhelm felt the abundant power of Hell in his body, laughing recklessly, without noticing the surprised and fearful gazes cast by the people.

"It's you! It's you!"

Wilhelm looked at the red dragon in the distance with resentment, and hellfire burst out in those dark eyes: "Red dragon! You took everything from me! It was you who made me like this!

I will make you pay the price! I will destroy your empire! I want to hear your soul wail in Hell!"

Kayshus hovered in the sky above the 【Sacred Day】, like a judge about to pronounce a death sentence, coldly watching him.

"How pathetic. Did I hold a gun to your head and force you to sign a contract with that madman Zariel?"

"All of this is your own fault. You were blinded by power, consumed by the greed in your heart, and that's why you've ended up like this."

Keixus's mockery was like a long sword, piercing Wilhelm's heart, but the truth was indeed so.

In Keixus's memory, in the previous life's storyline, Wilhelm also signed a contract with Hell in order to maintain his power and gain eternal life. Many players had discovered clues about this.

It's just that there was no Ember Empire in that world line, and Wilhelm was still able to maintain a glamorous facade, continuing to maintain his nominal identity in the War of Kings—King of Thrace.

After being ruthlessly exposed by Keixus, Wilhelm became enraged and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"Keixus, I want you to die—"

Wilhelm waved his six tattered bat wings, once again stirring up a blood-colored gale that swept across the sky.

He himself transformed into a dark, shadowy figure, streaking across the sky, carrying heavy black mist and endless hatred, rapidly pouncing towards the red dragon in the sky.

In an instant, the screams of souls resounded through the sky!

"Who gave you the guts—to play close combat with a red dragon?" Keixus shook his head and chuckled, his expression calm and composed, even his movements were unhurried.

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"Swish—"

【Holy Day】lit up again, releasing a brilliant light, instantly dispelling the heavy black mist, illuminating Wilhelm's thin figure, and also burning him all over, causing him unbearable pain.

Keixus cast the True Dragon Sorcerer's spell, Surge, instantly adding many buff spells to himself, greatly increasing his strength, constitution, and speed.

The red dragon, more than sixty meters long, flapped its wings, flying thousands of meters in an instant, arriving above Wilhelm's head with a booming sonic boom.

The wide dragon wings cast a shadow, enveloping him completely.

Wilhelm only felt a darkness in front of him, suddenly looked up, his face showing horror, his throat trembling: "He, he is clearly a red dragon—how can he be so fast?"

However, Keixus did not give the other party a chance to breathe.

The red dragon circled rapidly in the sky, gliding with outstretched wings, suddenly swooping down with an unstoppable momentum, grabbing Wilhelm's two bat wings, as easily as an eagle grabbing a chick.

Wilhelm roared: "Damn reptile! I am far stronger than you now! I am the apostle of Hell!"

He struggled constantly, trying to fan his devil wings, and raging hellfire spewed out from his eyes and mouth. The corrupted spiral spear also stabbed fiercely towards the red dragon's heart.

Facing the쏟아지는쏟아지는 hellfire, Keixus did not dodge or evade, but his body was unharmed, as if he was bathing in the flames.

As an adult red dragon and an elemental noble, unless an elemental monarch of the level of the Pyre Lord took action, fire could not harm Keixus in the slightest—not even hellfire.

The red dragon also stretched out its claws, steadily grasping the spear that was stabbing towards its heart.

"Die, die, arrogant reptile, I will make you pay..."

Wilhelm's hands trembled, glaring at the enemy in front of him, but unable to move the spear forward even a little.

At this moment, he finally understood that he was too conceited and had misjudged the strength of this red dragon.

This was the evil dragon who drove Grush's avatar out of the material plane! Even with the help of Hell's forces, he would probably find it difficult to contend with him.

Now that he thought about it, most of Zariel's claims were lies!

Keixus met his eyes, then grinned, revealing a ferocious smile: "Is this the power of Hell you wanted to use to defeat me? How pathetic."

He suddenly exerted force, the muscles on his thick arms bulged, blue veins protruded, steam and white smoke emerged from the gaps in the scales, and even the space shattered under that force, bursting out with bursts of wailing.

Immediately afterwards, the power of the sun god burst out, and the red dragon's giant claws were covered with a golden light, and the power became even stronger.

The spiral spear in Keixus's claws kept shaking, and after only a few seconds, it could not bear the weight and broke with a crisp "crack".

"Boom!"

A strong energy storm spread rapidly, and fragments of precious metals such as fine gold and meteorite iron scattered everywhere, scattering towards the earth.

This sub-artifact-level 【Spear of Final Judgment】, a weapon inherited by the Thracian Kingdom for hundreds of years, a symbol of the angel bloodline, was actually broken by the red dragon's single arm!

Immediately afterwards, Keixus stepped heavily on Wilhelm's back, his right claw cut through the flesh and penetrated deep into the bone marrow, directly grabbing the spine of this hellish monster!

The red dragon spread its dragon wings, and deep red flames poured out. He carried this hellish monster, flapping his wings, rising into the air, ascending to a height of ten thousand meters.

"Look, Wilhelm, this used to be your city, such a rich territory, but you have ruined it into this state.

Don't worry, after killing you, I will help you take good care of this place, and even help you realize your wish to unify the Holy Fadlan.

How about it, are you surprised?" Keixus's tone was full of mockery.

Wilhelm struggled and writhed madly, his hoarse roar resounding through the sky: "No, no, you can't kill me! I am the one chosen by the sun god! Only I am qualified—"

"Boom!"

The next moment, his voice was drowned out by the roar of the air. Keixus tightened his wings, freefalling from a height of ten thousand meters, rotating and swooping down.

Soon, their speed exceeded the speed of sound, and the surrounding air was as sharp as a blade, cutting Wilhelm's body full of holes.

The friction-heated air created light, and the red dragon also brought its own滔天deep red flames, dyeing half of the sky behind it red.

"You can't kill me... the sun god... He won't let you go." Wilhelm hissed laboriously.

Keixus laughed: "The sun god? Do you still think you are a so-called angel descendant? Even if that Majesty wakes up, I'm afraid he will want to get rid of you quickly!"

"No, impossible..."

Wilhelm was still arguing, but his tone had become desperate.

Even he himself knew that the sins he had committed, even the gods would not forgive.

Under the gaze of millions of people, the red dragon captured the hellish monster and, like a meteor, rapidly fell towards the distant wasteland.

Only at this moment did Keixus seem to be the messenger of justice shrouded in glory, while Wilhelm became the brutal monster in the background.