Ashen Dragon

After the destruction of the Everfrost Tribe, he rarely used the trait of the [Frost Giant Slayer] since there were hardly any living frost giants left on the Fianso Continent.

These frost giants either became castrated imperial slaves, gradually dying under heavy labor, or they were turned into alchemy materials for mages.

"Haha, frost giants infected by the abyss, bring back some nostalgia, it's really..."

Cassius licked his lips, a subtle glint in his vertical pupil, as he looked at the demon frost giant on the ground with the gaze of a hunter. "Not a bad prey."

"Not good, get out of the way!" Krum sensed the overwhelming power, and shouted in alarm.

But before he finished speaking, the red dragon tightened its wings, releasing fierce flames behind him, dragging a scarlet tail of fire, plummeting from the sky like a comet.

With intense pressure and a deafening explosion, the mountainous dragon figure of the red dragon crashed straight into the demon group, swallowing countless demons with its searing gale even before touching down.

"Boom!"

The earth shook, rocks splintered, and dust rose to the sky as magma pillars erupted from the ground.

A massive crater, a hundred meters in diameter, appeared on the surface, crushing tens of thousands of demons into pulp, subsequently devoured by spreading magma, leaving only a stinking poisonous smoke.

The dust gradually cleared, revealing the enormous silhouette of the red dragon. Its serpentine tail swept across the ground, sending several abyss giant beasts flying, their flesh and bones shattered, dislodging the frost giant cavalry on their backs.

"Attack! No matter how powerful this reptile is, it can't kill all the demons!" Krum climbed up from the ground, shouting hoarsely.

"Tear it apart!"

"For the Will of the Abyss!"

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of demons surged forward, like a mottled tide, intending to completely devour this colossal creature.

The demons piled upon each other, forming a black sphere a hundred meters in diameter, imprisoning the red dragon within.

But soon, beams of light penetrated the demon group, accompanied by thick smoke, incinerating the demons in the way into ashes.

"Aw—"

Subsequently, a dozen, dozens, then hundreds of beams pierced through that black sphere, with thousands upon thousands of demons dying amidst wailing.

The red dragon, besieged by demons, roared towards the sky, unfurling its wings and releasing a brilliant light, like a Sun God incarnate.

With intense wails and the crackling of flesh burning, the black sphere made of demon flesh suddenly collapsed, disintegrating into countless burning demons.

Cassius swung his dragon wings, a scorching gale sweeping across the ground, spreading out from the center, with several fire tornadoes twisting upward like frenzied serpents, swallowing scattered demons.

In just an instant, tens of thousands of demons vanished into thick smoke, disappearing entirely from Aphernas.

"Don't be afraid, this guy is so huge, his actions must be extremely slow! We need to use large creature hunting tactics to kill him!" Krum shouted.

A dozen demon frost giant warriors wielding spears and warhammers glared at Cassius with eyes full of hatred, attacking from different directions.

They swung their weapons, aiming at the vital areas of the red dragon.

But what greeted them were claws sharp enough to tear space apart and a thick tail capable of plowing the earth.

With a swoosh, the claws turned into an afterimage, sweeping over the strong bodies of the frost giants with unstoppable force at terrifying speed.

The sound of flesh being torn rang out, and these frost giants' bodies were neatly sliced open, with blood gushing from the cuts.

"Attack his hind legs!" shouted the frost giant.

However, the thick and long tail swept across, causing the earth to tremble and emitting a subtle booming sound, with even the space slightly twisting and cracking.

"Boom—"

The frost giants hit by the dragon tail were deformed, their bones and flesh mangled together, like tattered rags flung out, and then exploded into a bloody rain midair.

Their demon's blood scorched the ground, creating small pits accompanied by a sizzling sound.

During this time, Cassius did not use any spell or class magical ability and even deliberately deactivated the trait of [Frost Giant Slayer].

This was the purest and most fundamental strength suppression, without any other elements mixed in.

Rather than saying Cassius was fighting, it would be more accurate to say he was hunting; he relished in the thrill of this physical slaughter.

"Is this the best Koschech's minions can do?" Cassius shook his head with a somewhat regretful expression, "If so, it gets a bit dull; I suppose your leader—the so-called Angry Lord—won't be much stronger, unable to truly thrill me."

The sky was shrouded with sulfur smoke, and the charred earth was covered in web-like cracks, with magma coursing through like veins. Everywhere, demon corpses turned into thick smoke.

And Cassius, surrounded by this death-filled smoke, his enormous shadow looming like a god of death.

"So this is Lord Baal's ally... ..."

"No wonder he killed Zarriel, the giant dragon we must never provoke in the future!"

Across the molten lava river, within the Hell Legion's camp, even the devils of the same camp felt deep reverence and fear.

They gazed upon the devastated land, with demon bodies littering the scene, expressing heartfelt amazement and gratitude that this terrifying war machine, the red dragon, was their ally and not their enemy.

Strength determines everything.

Confronted with such a powerful being, let alone being a giant dragon, even if he were just a goblin, he would earn the devils' sincere respect.

"How dare you insult Lord Koschech, you damned reptile, perish!"

Krum shouted angrily, swinging his great hammer fiercely, its head glowing with a ghostly blue rune, spreading a biting cold.

A dying giant dragon thrashed its neck, causing lava to flow like waterfalls from its collapsed chest armor. Zarriel, with her bloodstained brows furrowed, her lashes soaked with dragon blood, glared fiercely like smoldering stars, her shattered wings creating a final fiery blast, forcing back the red dragon's last breath into its burning throat. When the holy sword pierced through the skull, the splattering toxic blood etched scorched marks on her cheeks, yet her eyes reflected the dragon corpse falling into the magma, glowing with an undying golden brilliance.

Karascos swung his mountainous tail, smashing Zarriel into a rock wall, causing stones to rain down. The Hell Lord counterattacked even more ferociously—her wings erupted with a shockwave of flames, driving the red dragon back. The dragon claw tore through her armor, molten iron dripping like blood, but Zarriel's fingers had already clutched the dragon's throat, igniting black flames in her palm, scorching the red dragon's scales.

The red dragon struggled, biting her left arm, the sharp teeth piercing through armor, but Zarriel took the opportunity to drag it to the ground. Both plunged into the molten lava river, unleashing a fountain of magma a hundred meters high. The red dragon's wings became cumbersome in the viscous lava, and Zarriel's great sword pierced its chest—the rune of the purgatory slash exploded on the blade, dragons' blood spilling like molten gold, corroding the scorched earth with sizzling pits.

"Submit, or become steps to my throne!" Zarriel roared lowly, unleashing dominion will. The red dragon's eyes briefly lost focus, its claw freezing in mid-air, but Karascos broke free from the restraint with frantic will, counter-attacking to bite her head. This strike was blocked by Zarriel's wings, with scorched feathers and dragon tooth fragments flying everywhere.

She summoned the Deep Prison Demon Refiner (consumable magic ability), its chains entangling the dragon wings, dragging the red dragon into the depths of the magma. Karascos roared, spitting out a final wave of flame, only igniting mockery at Zarriel's lips. The hell lord leaped onto the dragon's back, the great sword piercing through its spine, nailing the red dragon to the scalding riverbed. Dragon blood vaporized into scarlet mist, reflecting her twisted victorious smile.

The red dragon's roar shattered the canyon cliffs, with magma gushing like blood.

"Zarriel! Your Iron Throne is nothing but a pile of scrap iron!" Grazthor spread his dragon wings covering the sky, with dark red dragon flame brewing deep in his throat.

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