Ashen Dragon-Chapter 1230 - 368: The Final Battle
Southern Seleucid, Sunset City.
This city has experienced the vicissitudes of thousands of years, its walls covered with mottled scars, and outside the city lies an endless scorched earth.
Years ago, Kazuul buried countless believers here with a massive wave of magma, and now, this land welcomes new visitors—the main force of the Allied Forces.
The ground trembles, distant muffled booms and blaring horns reach the ears; the dragon worship cult soldiers on the city wall look up in terror, only to see a flood-like army advancing in mighty torrents, occupying the horizon. Giant ships and wyverns mingle in the skies, like a mix of fish in the sea, particularly magnificent.
Soon, the Allied Forces have encircled Sunset City halfway. In the face of millions of soldiers, countless tanks, battleships, and armor of the Allied Forces, this millennia-old ancient city resembles a lone island about to be swallowed by the towering waves.
"That is... the main force of the Allied Forces!"
"By Tiamat, it’s those damned Imperials!"
"How did they get here so quickly! Lord Kazuul clearly created a forbidden zone in the outer layer; even we find it difficult to pass through. How did these Imperials get here!"
"Oh God—"
"Could it be the Ashen Emperor has intervened?"
For the arrival of the Allied Forces’ main force, panic and discussion spread among the dragon worship cult soldiers in Sunset City. They knew very well—this army had successively eradicated the Green Dragon Sect and the Blue Dragon Sect.
And they, the Red Dragon Sect, are the last remaining seedling of the Dragon Worship Church, and the last hope for His Majesty Tiamat to descend to earth. They have no retreat left.
On the city walls, a half-human, half-dragon officer raised the flag of the Red Dragon Sect high, shouting loudly to boost morale: "Do not fear! They are nothing but traitors who have stolen Her Majesty the Dragon Queen’s strength! We are the true children of Tiamat!"
"That’s right, they’re just a bunch of despicable thieves! In the face of the Five-Colored Dragon Queen’s mighty power, they are no match!"
Just then, a man wearing a dragon queen mask and clad in a heavy five-colored robe ascended to the top of the city’s evil dragon altar, overlooking the dragon worshipers below, his expression devout and excited:
"Everyone—this is the trial given to us by the great Five-Colored Dragon Queen! When this tempering is over, we will become rulers of the world!"
His voice trembled, as if sobbing, yet as if choking, extremely eerie.
"It is His Majesty Felipe!"
"No, he should be called His Holiness the Pope, for he has shed his mortal coil, received the Mother Goddess’s bloodline, and achieved that great transcendence!"
The dragon worshipers looked at the man standing on the altar with eyes of envy, longing, and admiration, unable to hide their excitement in their tone.
Everyone knew that this once divine descendant of Gaiden had received the favor of the Mother of Evil Dragons, bathed in the dragon blood of the altar, honored to become a noble and powerful humanoid giant dragon.
In the Dragon Worship Church, this was the most envious blessing.
But what the dragon worshipers did not know was that Felipe’s soul was in agony within his body, screaming in endless torment, wanting to end his own life countless times, but always failing—Tiamat was turning him into a half-dragon vessel, until his soul was completely obliterated.
At this moment, his eye sockets were filled with tears, and his mind was tangled with myriad thoughts that he couldn’t express, wanting to die but having no means, helplessly watching himself become an accomplice of Tiamat.
Under countless focused gazes, Felipe spread his arms, raised his chin, and began to chant loudly, appearing mad: "When magma covers the earth and ashes cloak the sky, the Mother of Evil Dragons will descend upon the world, destroying the old age to usher in a new era!"
"For Tiamat!"
"Praise the great Mother of Evil Dragons!"
The believers of the Dragon Worship Church
[Ashen Emperor - Cassius] (Normal State)
Name: Cassius Claudius Norixius
Category: Super Giant Dragon, Lawful Evil
Race: Young Ancestral Red Dragonji
Ac: 39 (natural armor, gilded scales)
Base Attributes:
Strength — 36
Agility — 12
Constitution — 33
Intelligence — 17
Perception — 20
Charisma — 35
Skill Proficiency: Ruling +42, Intimidation +31, Persuasion +19, Athletics +18, Appraisal +12, Deception +12, Stealth +6, Perception +8, Hunting +4, Mystery +4, Escape +4, Survival +4, Knowledge (Future) +4
Damage Immunity: Fire
Damage Resistance: Lightning, Cold
Senses: Blind Sight 30, Dark Vision 40, Passive Perception 21 (30 within Imperial Domain)
Language: Common Tongue, Draconic, Ancient Giant Language (partial)
Abilities: Chaos Breath, Primordial Breath, Empire Domain: Seal, Empire Domain: Burst, Empire Domain: Control, Remnant of the Storm, Eternal Frost Rune Power, Extremely Effective Flame Breath, Targeted Flame Breath, Gilded Carapace, Bloodline Gift, Fearsome Presence, Dracon’s Fury, Scales of Blood, Incarnate Ancient Dragon, Energy Replacement, Summon Elemental, Energy Focus, Energy Coordination, Energy Burst
Specialties and Traits: Empire Domain, Chaos Spitting Weapon, Primordial Breath Weapon, Bloodscale Frenzy, Dragon’s Spell, Army Breaker, Extremely Effective Spew Weapon, Targeted Spitting Weapon, Frost Giant Slayer, Gilded Scales, Combat Caster, Leader’s Aura, Fugitive, Silver-Tongued, Hard Landing, Powerful Attack, Shockwave, Wing Storm
Combat Equipment: Heart of Karex, Supreme True Dragon Crown - Holy Wind, Chrono Pocket Watch, Storm King’s Eye Ring, Eternal Frost Horn, Beheading Scimitar, Fire Giant Spirit Noble Ring, Magic Invalid Protection Talisman...
Equipped Spells:
Cooldown Finished: Storm of Vengeance, Korba’s Glacier Cage
