Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

“Boom!”

Two enormous behemoths descended from the sky, causing the ground to tremble and rocks to explode, the deafening sound reverberating through every corner of the battlefield.

The powerful force of the impact seemed to churn the earth, a surging sandstorm sweeping across the land, the shockwave mercilessly blasting away everything within a thousand miles—whether it was rubble, trees, or soldiers.

Even an unlucky steam tank was overturned by the shockwave, clumsily falling to the ground a few meters away, its surface armor riddled with holes and cracks.

Giant craters, hundreds of meters in diameter, appeared on the ground, centered around the red dragon and the hellish monster, spiderweb-like cracks spreading wildly, instantly covering the wasteland.

And within that smoke and dust, a massive black shadow raised its head and roared, the thunderous sound shattering the clouds and piercing through the thick smoke.

As the thick smoke dissipated, the true face of the massive black shadow finally emerged, scales shimmering with metallic luster, four enormous horns, a pair of pale golden vertical pupils like molten lava—it was none other than the Red Dragon Emperor, Caius.

As for Wilhelm, or rather, that reviled hellish monster, he was pinned beneath Caius's giant claws.

He was deeply embedded in the ground, several feet down, unable to move, his emaciated body rising and falling with weak breaths, viscous black blood flowing out, showing no sign of his previous arrogance.

But as his slender claws hooked upwards, a hoarse voice came from the ravaged body, "Caius, I... haven't lost yet.

I... am..."

“Boom!”

Before he could finish speaking, Caius stomped a claw on Wilhelm's chest, the sharp claws piercing his skin, deeply embedding themselves in his body, tearing the flesh apart.

Wilhelm spat out a mouthful of foul blood, but still struggled with all his might, roaring madly, waving his broken bat wings in an attempt to break free from the red dragon's restraint.

Withdrawing his claws, black blood splattered everywhere, Caius watched with cold eyes.

The hellish monster staggered into the air, his tattered wings making the sound of wind blowing through rags, he almost frantically raised the broken Spear of Final Judgment.

“No, no! I haven't lost yet! I still have, I still have other things, I will—I will sacrifice those lowly commoners to hell!

Quick, quick, Zariel, I need to obtain even greater power, I need to obtain the power to kill that red dragon!”

“He's gone mad, His Majesty Wilhelm has completely lost his mind!”

“What does he want to do?”

Hearing Wilhelm's roar, the Thracians were in an uproar, unable to believe—their loyal king was actually treating the people as offerings to hell.

“Those glowing magical formations…”

“Help!”

“Mommy, my head hurts so much…”

“Child, my child! You must hold on! Ammanata, please save her—”

Only the chaotic screams and wails could be heard from within Augusta City.

The refugees were crowded together, all wanting to escape this den of soul refining, but unfortunately, the doors of the church were guarded by “Holy Guards” wielding flaming longswords.

“No.”

Daiv muttered to himself, his eyes gradually filled with anger.

That child should not have died like this! He should not have sacrificed his soul for the king's selfish interests!

Listening to the cries of the refugees, recalling that innocent face, Daiv's eyes became more and more firm, and finally he made up his mind, drew the sword at his waist, and jumped up, rushing towards the Holy Guards.

“Filthy monster from hell, die!”

Ten thousand silver-white rays of light sprinkled across the earth, the evil soul refining formation stopped operating, those souls flying towards Wilhelm were directly purified, and the hellish monster in mid-air began to burn.

Daiv wiped the black filth from his sword, looked towards the source of the light, and the refugees who were lucky enough to be saved also raised their heads in unison, looking towards the sky with eyes that looked up to a savior.

Only to see that the enormous red dragon was suspended high in the sky, holding a sacred blazing sun in its mouth, like the incarnation of the sun god—condescendingly overlooking the myriad beings below.

“Praise the sun.”

“Praise the great red dragon, he is the incarnation of the sun!”

The refugees looked fanatical and devout, cheering for this great being who had saved their lives.

Even Daiv stood there, as if struck by lightning, staring dumbfounded at the sun, muttering to himself: "Ammanata above, could that emperor really be the incarnation of the sun?"

At this moment, under the focus of millions of eyes, Caius seemed to have become the true savior, the incarnation of the sun.

Looking at the power of faith with the "Sun God" characteristics rising up, the corners of Caius's mouth raised slightly, he would never let go of this opportunity to "show off in front of others".

“Why, why can you possess such power!! Clearly, I am the descendant of the sun god, I am the divinely favored offspring!”

Caius looked at her

Wilhelm looked at the red dragon in the high sky, his whole body was burning, he roared to the sky, his eyes bursting with flames of jealousy and hatred.

The red dragon looked down at the hellish monster from above, imitating Wilhelm's previous tone, and proclaimed: "In the name of the sun, you colluded with hell, harming mortals, your sin is unforgivable, I will grant you—death!"

Before he could finish speaking, Caius spread his wings and spat out a terrifying solar breath, transforming into a meteor wrapped in raging flames, tearing through the sky and pouncing towards the hellish monster.

Wilhelm raised his head with a look of despair, raising the spear that was only half left, his hideous body constantly trembling uncontrollably due to extreme fear and anger.

Those were all his lines!

Light splashed, flames raged.

Wilhelm's body was instantly pierced, a charred hole appearing in his chest, Caius grabbed his neck with his claws, swooped down, and slammed the hellish monster hard on the ground.

“Boom!”

Another earth-shattering roar, rubble flying everywhere, dust rising into the sky.

“I... I haven't lost…”

“It was Zariel... who deceived me. You didn't truly defeat me.” Wilhelm lay helplessly in the deep pit, saying with resentment and unwillingness.

At this moment, the red dragon spread its wings, lowered its body, and stared at the dying Wilhelm with indifferent eyes, its tone full of mockery. “Tsk tsk, look at your appearance now. The former King of Angels has actually become such a disheveled mess.

It's truly pathetic. You now—you're practically like a poisonous snake curled up in a swamp, a rat eking out its last breath in the sewers.”

Khasis grabbed his狰狞 head with his giant claws, forcefully lifted it, glanced at it, and then slammed it back onto the ground.

“But you are very lucky, Wilhelm. You can still have a grand ending. Although you lived like a clown, I will let you die like a true king.”

Before the words fell, Khasis flapped his wide wings and soared into the sky. He opened his mouth, and a scorching fireball accumulated in his throat—a sign of 【Sun Breath】.

Feeling that familiar and powerful force, Wilhelm felt infinite despair in his heart. The solar divine power he once took pride in was now condensing into a fatal blow that would kill him.

Could it be that the Sun God had really abandoned him and chosen this damned red dragon?

For nearly a hundred years, he had prayed devoutly, fought north and south for the Holy Faderan, and spread the seeds of faith everywhere. In the end, he was going to be killed by a dragon who stole the solar divine power?

This is not fair.

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His heart resonated with Zariel's voice again: “Your Majesty Wilhelm, do you want revenge? Do you want to kill that red dragon? Sacrifice Auguste City to Hell, and you will get everything!”

A parchment contract flickering with firelight appeared in front of him. With a single thought, he could sign his name and offer the entire Auguste to Hell.

Wilhelm roared in his heart: “But you deceived me! The power Hell gave me is not enough to defeat that red dragon!”

Zariel's voice was particularly indifferent: “The contracts of the Nine Hells have always been the fairest. We strictly adhere to the principle of equivalent exchange.

Forgive me for speaking frankly, Your Majesty Wilhelm, but the 50,000 souls you sacrificed to Hell are insignificant compared to the price of killing a demigod red dragon.”

Wilhelm gritted his teeth: “I will not offer Auguste to Hell! That is my territory!”

“Your Majesty Wilhelm, think about it. If you die now, that red dragon will occupy your city, enjoy the admiration of the Seres people, and greedily take away everything you own—”

Hearing the scene described by the devil, Wilhelm trembled and fell into great panic, but he still argued: “I... I can pay other prices, but Auguste is the capital of the Seres Kingdom...”

Zariel shed his hypocritical flattery and mocked mercilessly: “Wilhelm, haven't you seen it clearly yet? You have reached a dead end and have no other choice.

Also, given your lack of sincerity, the previous conditions can be voided. Now, if you still want revenge on that red dragon, you need to offer the entire Seres Kingdom.”

Zariel's words were like a poisonous sword, piercing deeply into Wilhelm's heart and breaking through his last psychological defense.

Wilhelm raised his head tremblingly, looking at the red dragon in the sky, bathed in light, like an incarnation of a god, and couldn't help but think of his beautiful wish to revive Faderan and surpass his father.

The former Wilhelm was the King of Angels, holding power and being glorious and sacred. Now, he has become a twisted hellish monster. This huge gap made him extremely desperate.

Finally, in a situation where death was inevitable, under great pressure, Wilhelm completely fell into madness.

He trembled and whispered hoarsely: “Khasis, I have indeed lost, but you are not the ultimate winner either!”

Finally, Wilhelm suddenly raised his head and looked at the red dragon in mid-air. Endless resentment and hatred surged in his dark pupils. He roared with all his strength: “Khasis, let's go to hell together!

I will sacrifice the entire Seres Kingdom!”

In an instant, the color of the sky and earth changed. In the dark, some kind of law seemed to be touched. Outside the material plane, laughter that was almost insane echoed.

“Hahahaha!”

“Great!”

“That idiot agreed! I smell the alluring scent of souls!”

The sky seemed to be bleeding, and scarlet scars appeared on the sky, and a dark sun rose. The earth also wailed, mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and viscous black blood poured out from the cracks.

Hundreds of hellish magic circles in the city were awakened. Accompanied by the wailing and screaming of souls, the ground outside the city walls collapsed, and the stratum under the city sank. The entire Auguste City was irreversibly falling towards hell.

And in the more distant, vast territory of the Seres Kingdom, there were thousands of hellish magic circles awakened, forming a terrifying formation that encompassed the kingdom.

The blood-colored cloud was rapidly expanding, trying to engulf the entire Seres Kingdom.

Under the disaster, Auguste City was in chaos. The magnificent cathedral collapsed, and the shattered dome crashed down on the crowd.

Countless demons poured out of those cracks. They laughed wildly, wantonly harvesting the souls of mortals, and enjoying this brand new “soul ranch” to the fullest.

“Amanata is above! Please save us!”

“God!”

“Did you hear? Wilhelm, that cruel tyrant, is actually going to offer the entire Seres to Hell!”

“Madman, he’s completely mad!”

The Seres people fled everywhere, constantly wailing and crying, but all of this was to no avail.

The whole city was falling into hell, and they had nowhere to escape.

Watching his city gradually fall, Wilhelm looked dazed and just muttered.

“Khasis, hahaha, you're doomed too! A duke from hell will kill you soon!

You will also lose like me.”

“Boom—”

The sound of air exploding rang out, and the scorching dragon flame completely swallowed the hellish monster. The flame containing the solar divine power burned him to ashes, leaving not even a trace of ashes.

Since Zariel had been drawn out, this guy naturally had no value chain to exploit, so Khasis killed him without hesitation, like swatting a bug.

A prompt appeared on the panel indicating an increase in experience, and Khasis sighed.

“How tragic.”

Looking at this doomsday-like scene, Khasis was not afraid at all, and his eyes revealed a burning fighting spirit.

“Finally coming, Zariel.”

Khasis insulted Wilhelm several times, driving him to a dead end, falling into complete despair and madness, just to draw out the manipulator behind the scenes, who he considered to be the real enemy—the Lord of Avernus, the archdevil Zariel.