Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 860 - 801: Burn Everything

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Hurried footsteps echoed continuously in the corridor, their slight discordance a testament to the crawler’s inner panic. This Fire Digger was General Marshim’s aide, tasked with overseeing a mission arranged by the leader from the rear. Having missed the chance to fight on the frontlines, he was now further disturbed by an even greater fear.

As he barged through the stone chamber doors, the glaring firelight interrupted the aide’s inquisition. His small compound eyes failed to capture the shrunken figure of the Kin Clan Shaman amidst the runes, as the roaring flames of a Fire Elemental consumed his entire field of vision. It was as if the elemental prisoner had become a different being; the aide, present throughout the manhunt, swore that the original size of the Fire Elemental was no more than a tenth of the fierce flame now before him. What was once caged as a prisoner had now become an untamed rebel, looking ready to break out at any moment. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The Fire Elemental, noticing the intruder, stretched its flames into a crescent shape, its dangerous facade revealing a sinister smile ready to devour its prey. The audacity of the prisoner provoked the pride of the Kin Clan; with a cold snort, the crawler rubbed its forelimbs together, sparking flames.

"You are still under our control, little flame."

"But not for long, little bug." The triangular-shaped Fire Elemental no longer reacted to any provocation, silently burning in place like a mute candle, lighting up the entire dark room with its flames.

In comparison, the Kin Clan Shaman slumped in the corner cut a sorry figure, their shell lacking any luster. Their thin and lean bodies resembled withered stalks, occasionally moving their joints to sustain the rune circle, with each movement accompanied by a crisp creaking sound. Seeing the aide barge in, the shaman bowed respectfully, their already deformed body easily allowing their head to touch the ground.

"Has the banishment ritual been disrupted? Have you failed?" the aide asked, his tone not particularly forceful, as if he already had an answer in his heart.

"No, we can still feel the bondage. As long as we draw breath, that god of betrayal will surely be trapped in the Elemental Plane; the ritual is maintained by our lives, and we swear it with our lives." Despite appearing half-dead, the clear communication abilities proved that the Kin Clan Shaman could continue to cling to life.

The aide heard the shaman’s firm resolve, which complicated his emotions further. The banishment ritual was still in effect, and the phenomenon in the sky had also appeared; the abnormal behavior of the Fire Elemental pointed towards a terrifying truth.

The god of betrayal had not escaped his cage; instead, he had turned the cage into a chariot of fury, and was now charging forward.

Mr. Giant Dragon had never been so irate. Today, like always, he left his warm nest. The corruption of his youngest son had been successfully altered; he had grown, and the rest was left up to Little Mel. His rebellious daughter still cared for the dwarves that had deceived her with her twisted notions, and external turmoil made her even more irritable. Bordelis’s severe injury served as a moral justification for the old father to constrain his daughter; Giant Dragon could wholeheartedly order the Red Dragon to stay behind and tend to her injured brother.

And then his bad mood began.

Imelt used the righteousness of caring for her young brother as leverage to persuade her old father to aid her own Kin Clan. Despite her daughter’s earnest and tactful words, Giant Dragon felt a knife against his throat, compelled to reluctantly step through the small portal specifically designed for his daughter. For this, he had to draw in his shoulders, lower his head, and compress his bones to squeeze through that damned red door. During the teleportation process, he pondered what majestic stance he would adopt to intimidate those below him, to deter those coveting his treasures from proceeding, as a way to resist the psychological discomfort of the cramped space.

"Those bearded folk wouldn’t even build a bigger and more spacious portal for my Little Mel, truly a bunch of profit-seeking reptiles, unworthy of trust," grumbled the Giant Dragon, selectively forgetting the grave urgency of the war situation. He saw the flames, heard the clinking of metal, and roared with excitement. His previous irritation transformed into a murderous intent, as the great father of dragons declared that those who had angered him would die deservedly; and perhaps he might accidentally trample a few dwarves to vent his frustrations.

He thought all the indignities suffered were just the tribulations before triumph, but he never imagined that his grievances were far from over. He had crawled through a dog hole for his daughter, only for the damn small portal to be disrupted by crawlers, dragging the Giant Dragon into a different dimension. "Freheimer! You bastard! Can’t you even manage your own portal!!" The dragon, caught within the portal and powerless, watched as the Red Dragon Priest’s portal turned into a leash dragging the father of dragons into the Elemental Plane.

The Land of Flames.

The King of the Era, Devourer Yemotar, Andrey, the chief professor of the School of Bone Conjury, pondered the infernal landscape of the Land of Flames to satisfy his daughter’s wish.

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The Giant Dragon reacted, thinking to himself that he had never suffered such great indignity since his death. The arrogance and vanity in his draconic blood drove the Father of All Dragons to complete insanity. He vibrated his wings, turning nearby volcanoes into rubble, and his venting dragon Breath scorched the Fire Elementals. By the time the other Flame Venerables found the father of dragons, he had already climbed to the summit of the volcano in the Land of Flames, letting the flames creep into the stormy skies.

"Great King of dragons, we are the Baron of Blazing Flames, allies of the Red Dragon Kin, please do not worry, we will rebuild the portal and have you back to support the battlefield in time..."

"Portal? No!!!!" The Giant Dragon glared fiercely at the sponge baron, his angry eyes more blinding than the sun itself. "I don’t need anyone to open doors for me if they shut me out! Then I’ll tear down their house!!!!" The body of the Giant Dragon cracked, and as blood rain fell down on the Land of Flames from his torn wounds, the divine blood did not evaporate, but completely corroded and assimilated the Elemental Plane. Bloody tendrils wormed out of the magma river, and the Fire Elementals, bathed in blood rain, roared in madness. The whole Land of Flames came alive, as Yemotar’s corruption ruled over the entire Fire Elemental Plane.

The turmoil in the Land of Flames caught the attention of other Elemental Planes, but due to the last elemental riot, all Elemental Lords chose to watch indifferently. Soon, they felt grateful for this decision. They watched as the Land of Flames was irresistibly torn away, its shattered edges still dripping with blood, hissing like snakes towards the remaining planes. Wind Elementals screamed nearly disintegrating on the spot, Water Elementals solidified into ice, while Earth Elementals tried to convince themselves with the conclusion of normal plate tectonics. Under the gaze of other elements, the Land of Flames set off, turning this Elemental Plane into an ark, and crashed into a dimensional rift.

"My home is lost? My house ran away? Caravan?!" The abnormality beyond understanding caused collective insanity among the Fire Elementals, but fortunately, their inherently wild flames easily accepted reality, and the power of the Father of All Dragons whipped the Fire Elementals into a frenzy, a madness that peaked when they invaded the Material Plane.

"Burn everything to ashes!!!!"

"The Army of Blazing Flames is unstoppable!!!!"

"Let them turn to ashes!!!!"

"Praise war!! Praise the Giant Dragon!!!"

Dangling at the zenith over Mackenbert, only four Venerable of Blazing Flame remained lucid. They knew what would happen if they let the dragon complete a plane collision. Despite being homesick and longing for home, the Flame Venerables voluntarily morphed into columns of fire to support the entire Elemental Plane, blockading their own door.

The Father of All Dragons commanded the elementals, unleashing countless blazes upon Mackenbert. His ferocity was hotter than lava, and his apocalyptic hatred even roused the planet’s will to resist, a world barrier dividing the planes blocked the father of dragons, although this membrane seemed ready to be pierced at any moment.

"Get out of the way!! I will crush those bugs!!!!" The Giant Dragon roared furiously, indistinct in whom his killing intent was directed: bugs, dwarves, or everyone.

"Great Lord of Blazing Flames, please, contain your rage! Please, contain it! Contain it!" The Venerable of Blazing Flame hid on the other side of the world barrier, persistently holding on while calming the enraged Giant Dragon. If planes were to collide, nothing but flame would remain here; they believed themselves to understand the dragon father’s humiliation and pleaded for his mercy.

"Ah yes!! Great Lord of Blazing Flames, these ants are not worthy of Your personal action. Let the rain of fire fall, unleash Your Breath, and let the bugs turn to ashes under Your breath, there is no death more fitting for them!"

Angry people are blind, and the Giant Dragon, whose strings had snapped in his mind, quickly accepted the first opinion he heard. A breath he held in passed through the barrier, incinerating the warring armies of bugs and dwarves.

It was like a sun had fallen upon Mackenbert.