Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

And in the most grand battle, in this pure collision of dragon breaths, Cassius gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"boom--"

The breath of the silver dragon contains a wisp of Bahamut's divine power, which is extremely sacred, absolutely orderly, and the breath of the "Lord of the North Wind".

This ray of divine power of order suppressed the fission of the magic originally breathed out by the red dragon, making the blue-white high-temperature flames weaker and weaker, while the extreme low temperature also made the nearby space and time calmer.

The center of the collision was gradually moving toward the ground, and the pure white breath was getting closer and closer to Cassius.

If this momentum continues——

The red dragon may be shrouded in the breath of Bahamut, have all personality wiped out, and passively accept complete "purification".

But there was no fear at all on Cassius' ferocious dragon face, and his pale golden pupils were full of excitement.

His whole body was trembling with excitement, and the basal blood vessels in the dragon's body were surging with blazing fire.

"Bah, bah, bah"

The sound of burning and exploding sounded, and a blood-like crimson appeared in the dragon crystal on the red dragon's chest, and there was blood under its hard scales.

Immediately afterwards, the red color quickly spread to his breath.

It is the ultimate divine power that represents chaos and destruction, and is the purifying fire of Carix.

【Breath of Chaos】

Cassius tried his best to control his mind and even refrained from killing for several days, just to get rid of the influence of the "Heart of Carix".

But when a tense battle comes, when he is at a disadvantage in the collision of forces and encounters a life threat, that alluring and extremely powerful force still emerges involuntarily.

"boom!"

Another explosion sounded, and the chaos of crimson flames disintegrated the order of Bahamut's Breath and broke the original balance.

The pillar of fire directly destroyed the white ice waterfall and pushed it back quickly.

Oszedro's expression suddenly changed.

Blood streaks appeared in Cassius' pale golden vertical pupils, an excited smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and blood appeared on his body.

The red dragon waved its broad wings and set off a frantic hurricane. He actually sprayed out a blazing pillar of fire while letting his huge dragon body rise into the air, slowly approaching the ancient silver dragon high in the sky.

Cassius looked up at the surprised silver dragon, and an idea came to his mind.

kill him.

Kill him, kill him.

In this way, I can get more powerful power and the ultimate pleasure.

The group of dragons in the fight also noticed the change in the battle situation. The blue dragons raised their heads and howled in excitement.

"Lord Cassius!"

"He's going to win!"

"As expected of His Highness the 'Dragon Prince', even the ancient silver dragon is vulnerable to him!"

"Oszedro should have died!"

"Kill him! Tear that old guy to pieces!"

Christina's eyes were full of admiration, and she even became more energetic in fighting. She was so aggressive that she knocked down the silver dragon in front of her with one claw.

"No, no no."

Olivia kept shaking her head in mid-air, her eyes filled with tears, and she murmured desperately.

Looking at the approaching red dragon, spitting out the fire of chaos, she remembered the terrifying eyes full of destructive desire, and recalled that unbearable experience.

She knew what that meant.

——Cassius is about to be dominated by power and become a beast of destruction.

"Roar--"

Cassius continued to flap his wings and kept approaching. At this moment, he was less than a hundred meters away from the ancient dragon.

The hot heart was beating violently.

It seemed to be cheering for the fact that it was about to hunt a powerful prey.

The burning fire of chaos finally swallowed up the white ice waterfall completely, turning the sky into a kingdom of flames.

Hot sparks splashed onto Oszedro's body, causing dot-like scars to appear on his huge silver dragon body, exuding a burnt smell.

The divine power of destruction and chaos stirred the nearby magic network, creating a chaotic torrent of spells, making it impossible for the magic-loving dragon to cast all his spells, and it was even difficult for him to stand in the air.

At this moment, this ancient silver dragon had become miserable and miserable.

The ragged silver wings flapped laboriously, and the air leakage gaps made a harsh sound.

"Ouch——"

Oszedro let out a high-pitched howl.

The metal disc on the chest of the ancient silver dragon slowly rotated and floated into the air, emitting bursts of sacred light. It blocked him like a shield and became a hundred meters in diameter.

However, the red dragon roared wildly without caring. His whole body was surrounded by the fire of chaos, and he collided with the metal disc again and again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The flames of chaos are burning on it, constantly disintegrating the remaining divinity of order on the disc.

Finally, with a crisp sound, a spiderweb-like crack appeared in the center of the disk, and then it shattered into scattered silver fragments.

The silver-white gemstone "Wind of Bahamut" that symbolized divine grace also fell to the ground as the disk broke.

"I am going to kill you!"

Cassius roared angrily, broke through the stubborn obstruction, and rushed straight towards Oszedro, the crimson flame once again accumulated in his throat.

Towards the end of his life, Oszedro calmed down.

His mercury ball-like pupils reflected the oncoming red dragon without any ripples, and then he let out a deep sigh.

This ancient silver dragon began to look back on his life - he had lived for a thousand years, experienced too many vicissitudes of life, and even unconsciously became hypocritical and corrupt in the process. The battle seems to be pretty good as its final outcome.

Oszedro thought so.

"No--"

"Stop! Cassius! That's not you!"

"Don't be dominated by that power!"

Olivia flapped her wings desperately and shouted at the top of her lungs, trying to rush forward to stop it.

However, the fierce hurricane produced by the collision of energies caused the more than ten-meter-long silver dragon to be blown around in the air, struggling uncontrollably.

Olivia had trouble even maintaining the most basic balance in the air, let alone blocking the red dragon's offensive.

But her efforts were not in vain.

The red dragon seemed to hear her cry.

In Cassius's brain, which was about to be filled with desire for destruction, a trace of remaining sanity emerged - that was not entirely due to the silver dragon, but the result of his continuous search for ways to maintain his will and the construction of his own spiritual fortress in recent months. .

And Olivia's call apparently triggered this automatic defense mechanism.

"This ancient silver dragon is Bahamut's divine choice and the elder of Myhrvold."

"Once you kill him, it means completely falling out with Bahamut, becoming enemies of all the metal dragons, cutting off your own escape route, and having no choice but to throw yourself into the arms of Tiamat."

The only remaining reason told him: don't kill Oszedro.

But the will of the "Heart of Carix" was also trying to invade his brain again and again, arousing the desire for killing and destruction deep in his blood.

"kill him!"

"I will gain supreme power!"

The fire of chaos from the red dragon's mouth is about to spurt out, turning the ancient silver dragon into ashes.

At the last moment, Cassius' eyes flickered slightly. He tilted his head slightly, and the crimson pillar of fire passed by the heart of the ancient silver dragon and penetrated from its left wing.

"Ouch!"

Oszedro let out a shrill wail.

His broad left wing was burned instantly, and the crimson fire of chaos was still spreading along the wings to his body, constantly eroding his body.

This huge ancient silver dragon fell powerlessly from the sky.

This kind of injury involving amputated limbs and the divine nature of chaos may take hundreds of years to gradually recover. Unless the god himself takes action, even the ninth-level magic will be difficult to cure it.

But Oszedro at least survived and did not lose his precious life.

"Elder——"

"uncle!"

"Go and save him!"

"Let's get him out of here quickly!"

Myhrvold's silver dragons rushed forward anxiously, waving their silver wings chaotically, desperately protecting their respected elders.