Ashen Dragon

Under this terrifying Dragon's Might, the Abyssal Drakes let out terrified roars, abruptly halting in their tracks, while the Frost Giants, who had been in a daze on their backs, were suddenly thrown off.

Krum then awoke abruptly, standing up in a disheveled state, raising his giant hammer high, his face twisted and terrifying.

"Who? Who is it? Who dares provoke the great Krum? I will tear you to shreds in the cold wind!"

However, what responded to him was the sound of Dragon Wings slicing through the air, stirring up a hurricane, a massive shadow casting down, enveloping hundreds of demons — including Krum.

The demons furiously lifted their heads, all looking towards the sky, their ugly twisted faces suddenly showing emotions like fear and panic, noises filled the Demon Group.

"What is that?"

"A dragon! It's a dragon!"

"Great Abyss, what a... what a massive giant dragon!

Behold, a colossal Red Dragon was gazing down upon them, flickers of flame in its pale golden pupils, its wide Dragon Wings overshadowing the sky, the Dragon Crystal on its chest emitting a dazzling light, like a sun rising in Hell.

"Damn hellspawn, and they still have such allies..."

Krum looked towards that Red Dragon, his expression gloomy, the hand holding the giant hammer slightly trembling.

Though a Frost Giant who has battled for thousands of years does not fear giant dragons, in the heart of Krum, Giants are the noblest and most powerful race, he even killed several Gold and Silver Dragons blocking the Abyssal Legion.

But the Red Dragon before him was entirely different, unlike any giant dragon Krum had encountered.

The most powerful giant dragon Krum had ever met was an Ancient Gold Dragon, he battled that Gold Dragon for three days and three nights, exhausting every means to kill it, finally shattering that wise head adorned with gill barbs with his giant hammer.

Even that Ancient Gold Dragon was barely forty meters long, and that was already outstanding among giant dragons.

Yet the Red Dragon in front of him—Krum estimated its body length to exceed sixty meters, and its body structure differed from normal dragons, robust and sturdy yet retaining streamlined beauty.

Before this Red Dragon, even the Ancient Golden Dragon seemed like a juvenile, incomparable.

A formidable enemy.

He likely could not defeat him.

Krum observed for a moment, arriving at this conclusion.

This Frost Giant, though having battled in the Abyss for many years, was not a reckless brute without strategy, clearly aware of his own strength.

Moreover, for some reason, when facing this Red Dragon, Krum felt his whole body tremble, overwhelmed by terror.

Thinking of this, Krum raised his giant hammer, speaking solemnly, "The battlefield is the everlasting war of demons and devils, Red Dragon, you do not belong here!

Those hellspawn are indeed adept at beguiling hearts, if you leave Aphernas now, we will not hold you accountable for your mistakes, but if you insist on blocking the Abyssal Legion—then it is tantamount to declaring war against Lord Koschech!"

But the Red Dragon flapped its wings, laughing nonchalantly, "Koschech? Who is that?"

Krum immediately flew into a rage, seemingly detecting an overtone in the opponent's words, pointing to the sky and cursing, "Ignorant reptile!

Lord Koschech is the Lord of the twenty-third layer of the Abyss, the great Angry Lord, King of Frost Giants! If you obstruct him, you will have no other end than death!

The great Angry Lord will hang your head in his palace, fashion your spine into the most handy weapon, and turn your wing membrane into a durable cloak!"

After his tirade, Krum felt something amiss, a strange feeling welling up within him.

Why, when facing the Red Dragon, could he not suppress his emotions? He even felt uncontrollably afraid.

It was as if... he had encountered his nemesis.

Thinking of this, Krum dared not be careless, hastily using the Abyssal Power within to call upon his master, seeking aid from that illustrious Angry Lord, his clouded eyes flickering with dim light.

"Frost Giant?" Cassius lowered his head, revealing a grim smile, "How coincidental, just a few years ago, I annihilated a Frost Giant Tribe, killed hundreds of Frost Giants, I think that tribe was called... Everfrost?"

Upon hearing the word "Everfrost," Krum's expression changed drastically, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes blazing with uncontrollable rage, even his body shaking violently.

It was not just hostility, but hatred for the enemy of his race, an imprint engraved in every Frost Giant's soul, even demonization could not erase it.

—That was the curse of the slumbering Frost Giant god Soleim.

"It was you! It turns out to be you! You are the one who destroyed the Everfrost Tribe, the Emperor of Ashes, Frost Giant's Foe—Cassius!

You will suffer eternal curse, you will fall at the hands of the Frost Giants!"

The fear of his nemesis, hatred for the enemy of his race, intermingled in Krum's heart, making his whole body shiver, the hand holding the giant hammer sweating profusely.

"Is that Cassius?"

"Kill, kill him! This guy is our common enemy!"

"What a terrifying existence!"

Hearing this name, the other Frost Giant cavalrymen were also filled with dread, some even fainting on the spot.

"Already babbling nonsense, is this the effect of the [Frost Giant Slayer] trait?"

Cassius observed Krum, whose expression kept changing, at times terrified, at times furious, showing an interested expression.