Ashen Dragon

At this moment, under the focus of a million gazes, Cassius seemed to have become the true Savior, the incarnation of the Sun.

Gazing at the rising Power of Faith imbued with the "Sun God" traits, Cassius's lips curled into a slight smile. Such an opportunity for "showing off" he would never pass up.

"Why, why do you possess such strength!! Clearly, I am the offspring of the Sun God, I am the Divine Descendant receiving blessings!"

Cassius looked at her

Wilhelm gazed at the Red Dragon in the sky, his whole body burning, and roared to the heavens, flames of jealousy and hatred erupting in his eyes.

The Red Dragon looked down from above at the Hell monster, imitating Wilhelm's former tone, declaring: "In the name of the Sun, you colluded with Hell, slaughtering mortals, your sins are unforgivable, I shall grant you—death!"

Before the words fell, Cassius spread his wings and spewed out the terrifying Sun Breath, transforming into a meteor wrapped in scorching flames, streaking across the sky towards the Hell monster.

Wilhelm raised his head in despair, lifting the broken spear, his hideous body trembling uncontrollably due to extreme fear and anger.

Those were all his words!

Light splashed, flames surged.

Wilhelm's body was pierced instantly, a blackened hole appeared in his chest, Cassius gripped his neck with sharp claws, diving down, slamming the Hell monster into the ground fiercely.

"Boom!"

Another earth-shattering bang, debris flew in all directions, and dust soared into the sky.

"I...I haven't lost..."

"It was Zarriel... who deceived me... you haven't truly defeated me," Wilhelm lay powerlessly in the deep pit, speaking unwillingly, filled with venom.

At this moment, the Red Dragon spread its wings, leaned down, and with a cold gaze, looked at the dying Wilhelm, full of mockery, "Tsk tsk, look at you, the former Angel King, reduced to such a pitiful state.

Truly lamentable, now you're like a venomous snake curled in the marshes, a rat barely surviving in the sewers."

Cassius grabbed his hideous head with giant claws, forcibly lifting it, then slammed it back onto the ground.

"But you are very lucky, Wilhelm, you still get a grand ending, though you lived like a clown, I'll let you die like a true King."

Before the words fell, Cassius flapped his broad wings, soaring into the sky, opened his mouth, and gathered a hot fireball in his throat—a sign of the Sun Breath.

Feeling that familiar and powerful energy, Wilhelm was filled with despair, the Sun God Power he once prided himself on now concentrated into a fatal blow about to kill him.

Has the Sun God truly abandoned him and chosen this damned Red Dragon?

For nearly a century, he had prayed devotedly, crusaded for Holy Fadlan, spreading the seeds of faith everywhere, only to be killed by a dragon stealing the Sun God Power in the end?

This is unfair.

Zarriel's voice sounded again in his mind: "Your Majesty Wilhelm, do you desire revenge? Do you wish to kill that Red Dragon? Sacrifice August City to Hell, and you shall gain everything!"

A parchment contract flickering with firelight appeared before him. With just a thought, he could sign his name, offering all of August to Hell.

In his heart, Wilhelm roared: "But you deceived me! The power Hell gave me wasn't enough to defeat that Red Dragon!"

Zarriel's voice was particularly indifferent: "The contracts of the Nine Prisons are always fair, following the principle of equivalent exchange strictly.

Frankly speaking, Your Majesty Wilhelm, the five thousand souls you sacrificed to Hell compared to the cost of killing a Demigod Red Dragon... is trivial."

Wilhelm gritted his teeth: "I will not sacrifice August to Hell! It is my territory!"

"Your Majesty Wilhelm, consider that if you die now, that Red Dragon will occupy your city, enjoying the admiration of Thrace's people, greedily seizing everything you had—"

Hearing the scenes described by the devil, Wilhelm trembled, engulfed in great terror, but still argued: "I, I can pay other costs, but August is the capital of Thrace Kingdom..."

Zarriel shed the false flattery, mercilessly mocked: "Wilhelm, haven't you seen clearly? You've reached a dead end, there is no other choice.

Moreover... given your lack of sincerity, the previous conditions can be voided, now, if you still seek revenge against that Red Dragon, you need to sacrifice the entire Thrace Kingdom."

Zarriel's words were like a poisoned sharp sword, stabbing into Wilhelm's heart, shattering his last psychological defense.

Wilhelm shakily raised his head, looking up at the Red Dragon bathed in light, like a Divine Incarnation, involuntarily recalling his hope to revive Fadlan and surpass his father.

Once, Wilhelm held dominion, a glorious and holy Angel King, but now he turned into a twisted Hellish monster, this massive contrast filled him with despair.

Finally, in the certain death situation, under immense pressure, Wilhelm completely sank into madness.

He hoarsely whispered, "Cassius... I indeed have lost... but you are not the final winner either!"

The Hell monster abruptly lifted his head, with malicious and hateful eyes looked at the Red Dragon, and with all his strength, roared, "I will sacrifice the entire Thrace Kingdom—Cassius, come down to Hell with me!"

Near the Sword Bay Region, there are several renowned cities, like Waterdeep City, Elturel, Neverwinter, etc. Waterdeep City is built on the remains of the Elf Empire Ilfaen's capital—Erin Vier, with numerous temples of deities. The Miracle Temple is the grandest Magic Goddess Temple in the game, featuring a magnificent high tower, adorned with various paintings and magical decorations, exuding a luxurious Baroque style, while Neverwinter leans more towards Gothic architecture, being an early human settlement formed after nearly a century's development by Aegostor, and the story's main city, Bod Gate, is the largest and most prosperous trading city-state in the Sword Bay Region, mingling both nobles and commoners, founded by a hero, Bodlan of Grey Port, who returned with wealth from his expedition to the mainland beyond Sword Sea, led a team back, and established the city state on the Sword Bay. It comprises an Upper City, higher in elevation and composed of the Castle District, Temple District, Manoburn District, and Wide Alley District, characterized by its numerous artisans and wealth; a Lower District for the middle class, and the Outer City District, stretching around Chenyi Mountain, housing the less affluent like sailors and laborers. The Blonrich District and Steep District are relatively rundown and serve as residential areas for sailors and laborers, while the Flying Dragon Crossroad, a bustling bridge widened with wooden planks, is filled with vendors and serves as a refuge for many displaced poor or outlaws.