Ashen Dragon-Chapter 335 - 258: Red and Silver (II)
Chapter 335: Chapter 258: Red and Silver (II)
Amidst violent spatial disturbances, several space portals appeared in the clouds behind Osedro.
“Elder, is it him?”
“Is that the dragon ravaging the North?”
“We will protect the peace here! In the name of Melwood!”
Silver dragons emerged from the swirling mists, hovering behind the ancient silver dragon, letting out synchronized, majestic roars, rallying for their esteemed elder.
Pairs of silver wings flapped, reflecting shimmering light in the air.
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Cloud giants and storm giants stood atop the clouds, utilizing their powerful spell-like abilities to control the surrounding climate, maintaining a realm of howling cold winds, preventing the red dragon’s scorching influence from invading.
“‘Dragon Prince’ Your Highness, we, the Faria Clan, are here to assist you!”
“Roar! Shameless metal dragons!”
“Master, that silver-scaled dragon is so cocky! We need to teach him a lesson!”
Behind the red dragon, thirteen ferocious blue dragons from the Faria Clan, led by Christina, arrived in succession, followed by the atavistic white dragon, Tiniya, with a physique comparable to ancient white dragons, soaring into the air.
These five-colored evil dragons raised their heads, opening their bloodthirsty jaws, letting out imposing roars, their momentum no weaker than the silver dragons opposite them.
Behind these five-colored dragons, hundreds or thousands of wyverns flapped their wings chaotically, emitting harsh, grating screeches.
The red dragon and the silver dragon faced off at a distance, each backed by their respective families and controlled territories.
This no longer seemed like a simple war between the Ashen Kingdom and the Northern United Kingdom; it was more like a miniature version of the “Dragonfall War” between metal dragons and five-colored dragons.
The two dragons, standing at the pinnacle of the material plane, stared at each other from afar, their gazes filled solely with each other’s figures—everything else in such a high-level battle seemed meaningless, mere embellishments and accessories.
“So this is Osedro…”
“He did not disappoint me; a formidable enemy indeed.”
Cassius flapped his wings, those pale golden slit-pupil eyes fixed on the massive silver dragon.
[Wings of Silver – Osedro]
Challenge Level: 25 (75000xp)
This was the most powerful foe he had faced head-on so far.
This ancient silver dragon, over thirty meters long, had nearly reached the pinnacle of the silver dragon race, and even in close combat, which red dragons excelled in, he would not gain much advantage—let alone in spells.
Careful observation revealed that nearly every scale of this silver dragon was inscribed with intricate magic runes, forming hundreds of spells on his body surface.
This was the result of Osedro, as a “Spell Hoarder,” spending millennia carving and accumulating, an activity that would be a mental disease for ordinary dragons, but this ancient silver dragon indulged in it.
His claws were filled with magic rings, and his wrists were adorned with mithril and mithril bracelets.
On the silver-scaled back and between the scales of his abdomen, there were sparkling gemstones, protecting the wearer’s vital parts from fatal harm.
The most eye-catching was the chest of the silver dragon.
A metal disk, fixed to his chest by ribbons passing through his forelimbs, had twelve differently colored magic stones embedded around its edge, with its center inscribed with patterns of stars and nebulae—that was the holy emblem of Bahamut, the “Lord of the Northwind.”
“Armed to the teeth” was an especially fitting description for this ancient silver dragon.
Because he did achieve just that.
A complex metal device called “Dragon’s Jaws” was worn in the silver dragon’s mouth, with several silver teeth adorned with the “Sharp Fang Technique” protruding outward, their tips glowing with auroras capable of piercing protective magics.
In front of this ancient silver dragon, armed to the teeth and exuding grandeur, even Cassius, usually proud of his wealth, felt ashamed, deeply realizing his poverty with only a few pieces of legendary equipment.
Above the clouds, Osedro’s smooth, bright, plate-like face was also solemn.
“‘Dragon Prince’ Cassius…”
He scrutinized the red dragon in the distance, his mercury-like eyes flashing with complex magic patterns, a trace of pure admiration for the dragon’s strength involuntarily appearing.
—Even as a silver dragon, the archenemy of red dragons, he had to admit that this red dragon stood out in his millennia-long life.
The opposing red dragon, whose colossal body was akin to that of an ancient red dragon, was nearly as massive as his own. From its form, the red dragon’s muscular physique seemed even stronger.
The red dragon’s body emanated an unimaginable vitality, with four sinister horns spiraling upward on its head, and the dragon crystal in its chest containing terrifying energy, its vague bloodline pressure reminiscent of ancestral dragons in dragonkin’s heritage.
However, being a young dragon, the red dragon seemed to possess only a few pieces of legendary-level equipment, which gave the ancient silver dragon an inexplicable sense of superiority, fulfilling the dragon’s innate desire to compare wealth.
He was somewhat poor.
But that wasn’t the main point.
Osedro found it hard to believe that this was still a dragon in its youthful or even younger stages of life, but the facts were laid before him, and he could even feel the other party’s scorching breath.
“Bahamut’s oracle was not wrong; this is a variant dragon with infinite potential.”
“He must not fall into Tiamat’s embrace!”
“Otherwise—that would be a complete disaster for all metal dragons and, indeed, for all creatures on the Prime Material Plane who follow goodness and order!”
So thought the ancient silver dragon, his gaze becoming increasingly resolute, as if waves were surging in his mercury-like eyes.
A loud reprimand, echoing like thunder, erupted from his mouth, making everyone present solemn.
“Brutal and barbaric red dragon!”
“Fate granted you immense strength, yet you fail to cherish it.”
“For your selfish gain and ambition, you disrupted countless years of order between humans and dragonkin, destabilizing the balance of the Prime Material Plane, endangering the peace and stability of Erezer.”
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“Thus, in the name of the Lord of the Northwind—”
However, crisp applause cut off his impassioned speech, followed by calm words.
“Well said.”
“As expected of the renowned ‘Wings of Silver,’ Lord Osedro, your hypocrisy truly surpasses my imagination.”
Cassius slightly opened his mouth, revealing a particularly malevolent smile.
“Then—please tell me, who started this war?”
His tone became increasingly fervent, the influence of his “Smooth Talker” ability, which could distort reality, coming into full play.
“Who despicably ambushed the kingdom’s caravans? Who sent tens of thousands of troops to wander within the kingdom’s borders under the excuse of establishing the first defense line?”
“Who plundered the people’s resources, forcibly conscripted, and established a military alliance, single-handedly initiating this large-scale war?”
“You…”
Under his barrage of questions, even Osedro was momentarily at a loss for words, unable to answer, while the humans on the ground began to question their existence, even doubting the justification for this war.
But Cassius simply exhaled a breath of sulfuric air and continued:
“Lord Osedro, since you are unwilling to answer directly, let me answer for you—I’m referring to the Northern United Kingdom you support, more precisely—the Northern Nobility led by the Boske Family.”
Osedro sneered disdainfully:
“Sophistry! Would you and your monster kingdom halt your expansion if the North hadn’t initiated the attack? Are the destructive, nature-damaging weapons you manufacture solely for defense?”
But after living for over a thousand years, the silver dragon’s ability to endure crises and his thick skin were exemplary.
Cassius couldn’t help but laugh; in this regard, this hypocritical silver dragon resembled him remarkably:
“Hahaha, of course not; after all, the North still has countless people oppressed by the nobles, waiting for the kingdom’s arrival, hoping to regain their freedom and move towards a new, better world.”
“Hmph, a new world?”
“Lies! Your so-called new world means endless warfare, plains piled with corpses, and bloody conflicts?”
The silver dragon let out a roar, and with his magic-imbued voice, countless images of the Ashen Kingdom crushing the allied forces and the ground filled with scars appeared in everyone’s minds.
“No, you’re wrong.”
Cassius gently shook his head, the flame seemingly burning in his pale golden eyes.
“That is the price to pay for establishing a new order.”
