Ashen Dragon

"Frost Calamity descends!"

"Long live the Ashen Kingdom!"

The battle grew ever more chaotic, with the armies of the Ashen Kingdom and the Frost Giants locked in fierce combat. It was like a continuation of that ancient war between dragons and giants from tens of thousands of years ago.

The Ashen Kin, who bore the Red Dragon bloodline, and the Frost Giants, who perpetuated the Giant bloodline, fought savagely, unleashing the brutal power deep within their veins.

"It is time to end this."
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Cassius stood atop the mountain, overlooking the brutal battle below.

This human noble, often overlooked by the giants, was enveloped by a shimmering, fragmented magical aura. His figure rapidly expanded, ultimately transforming into a colossal form twenty meters long—a Red Dragon.

Cassius did not rush into the fray. The surging and chaotic power of sorcery roiled within him, and dozens of spells prepared long ago activated instantly under the influence of metamagic—Heaven's Calamity Dragon Eye, Agile as a Dragon, Energy Scales, Undying Offender, Protective Energy Damage, Enhanced Attributes, Advanced Shield Spell...

Accompanied by powerful magical fluctuations, dazzling spell radiance interwove on the surface of the Red Dragon, erupting with astonishing strength.

This was the spellcasting ability of a True Dragon Sorcerer, and coupled with the Red Dragon's own ample magical equipment, it rendered his entire body's spell strength to an exaggerated level.

"Roar—"

A long dragon's roar echoed from the mountaintop.

Both the Ashen Kin and the Frost Giants looked up in unison.

Yet their emotions varied; some were thrilled and elated, as if witnessing the descent of a deity, while others were anxious and terrified.

Even the usually reckless Baya stood dumbfounded:

"How could Anzeta have such a thing? This has only been sixty years..."

The Frost Giant Sacrificer prayed continuously: "Soleim above, is this really a dragon from the Third Era?"

The Red Dragon hovered atop the mountain, slowly flapping its wings. Between its crown-like, swept-back horns hung an ethereal golden vertical pupil, seemingly capable of seeing through everything, striking fear into the hearts of any intelligent being.

The massive and muscular body was covered with golden-red scales, surrounded by energy shards like fragments of stars, and even adorned with a layer of electrical light. Various strange and dazzling energies entwined around his body.

With each flap of his wings, the air crackled with lightning and thundered with flames, as if he controlled the very weather, followed by billowing clouds of steam.

"Arrogant Frost Giants."

"Not only will you lose the glory of your ancestors, but you will also forfeit—everything of your future!"

After making his final declaration, Cassius soared across the sky. Contrary to the common perception of Red Dragons as strong but unwieldy, this Red Dragon possessed both immense strength and terrifying speed.

"Whoosh—"

The air was abruptly torn apart, emitting a piercing screech.

The massive twenty-meter-long body transformed into a colossal afterimage that dived downward, slicing through the sky like a crimson scalpel. Before the Frost Giants could recover from their shock, the Red Dragon crashed into their ranks.

Cassius rampaged through as if there were no one in his way. Any giant about to come into contact with his body was instantly consumed by thunder and flames.

His form often turned into surging thunder and fire, resembling a moving catastrophe.

The Frost Giants threw spears, axes, and even poisoned arrows with all their might. These methods, particularly effective in hunting White Dragons, were futile against Cassius, almost all intercepted by his layers of spells.

During the Red Dragon's incursion, almost every breath was accompanied by the death of several Frost Giant warriors.

Such one-sided slaughter was unimaginable for the Frost Giants, who were used to crushing their enemies.

"Clang—"

Another crisp clash.

Dolores's Bloodfire Battle Axe shattered directly. He could barely defend against Kasa's axe strikes, nearly getting his head chopped off.

But instead of being dejected, he laughed triumphantly: "Hahaha! You foolish brute, I told you that our master wouldn't leave any of you alive!"

"Even if you somehow manage to kill me, your Frost Giants will still face extermination!"

Kasa gripped his Raging Winter's Howl tightly, looking towards the distant battlefield and at the Red Dragon, which seemed like a god of death among the Frost Giant ranks.

Unexpectedly, instead of showing fear, anxiety, or despair, the face of the Frost Giant was filled with a surging fighting spirit.

He grinned menacingly, lifting the Raging Winter's Howl and even licking the blood trickling from his mouth.

"So the time has finally come..."

"Do you know—"

"Besides Bone Breaker, I have another nickname?"

Dolores, particularly wary of Kasa's unusual behavior, couldn't resist asking, "What?"

"Son of Winter!"

The Frost Giant rubbed the Raging Winter's Howl in his hand, forcefully peeling off the bloodstained metal shell, revealing its purest essence—a battle axe formed entirely from ice crystals, brimming with unimaginable magical power.

Soleim, the Frost Giants' and Winter God, had vanished along with Annan after the fall of the Giant Empire. But before falling into deep slumber, the protective Soleim divided a minuscule portion of his divine power into hundreds of parts, bestowing them on his surviving descendants. What Kasa held was one of these—a weapon containing pure Eternal Frost Power.

A gleam appeared in his eyes, radiating a bone-chilling cold, surrounded by a layer of divine cold aura.

Kasa gripped the Raging Winter's Howl, appearing as a demigod incarnate.

The blood for the Frost Giants was cold, but their fighting spirit burned hot. He roared towards the sky.

"Red Dragon, your flashy sorcery won't scare the mighty Frost Giant warriors!"

"In the name of Soleim, the Winter God and Father of the Frost Giants, I will grant you eternal death!"

"Your strong body will be frozen into ice and then shattered into pieces!"

"Your skull will become the most eye-catching trophy in my hall of honor!"

With his roar, the cold wind danced, a fierce blizzard once again swept in, lifting him into the air.

Several other Frost Giant Sacrificers hastily chanted ancient spells, bestowing him with various powerful blessing spells, making the howling cold wind even more intense.

The cold wind howled in the air, carrying the urgency of an ancient call from the wild. The sound seemed anxious.

"Did you hear that?"

"Father God knows your name, your days are numbered, Red Dragon!"

Kasa triumphantly made a gesture of listening, laughing heartily, and flew skyward amid the blizzard.

As a genuine Frost Giant, possibly even a Chosen One of the Winter God, his mastery over the cold far surpassed that of a half-baked practitioner like Oliver.

The blizzard swirling around him concealed hidden dangers, containing many ice cones filled with high concentrations of Eternal Frost Power. Even if Cassius took a direct hit, it would certainly not be a pleasant experience.