Ashen Dragon-Chapter 219 - 144: Rescuing the White Dragon

Chapter 219: Chapter 144: Rescuing the White Dragon

Ramp said, “Master, according to the information provided by those Starfallen, if we want to reach the top floor, we should start from the gravity device…”

Cassius shook his head and said, “There’s no time.

“I’m going to break through this tower.”

Before he could finish speaking, Cassius suddenly flapped his wings and flew straight up.

With “Agile as a Dragon” enhancing him, his wing movements left afterimages, and his speed became terrifyingly fast.

The Red Dragon raised its head high, and a pillar of extremely high-temperature fire shot out from its gaping maw, instantly melting the several-feet-thick metal floor and easily creating a several-meters-wide hole. Scalding molten iron dripped continuously from its edges, but Cassius didn’t care at all.

In just a moment, the pillar of fire even penetrated the ceiling of the next floor, aiming for higher places.

“Braving the Fiery Pits”

Cassius transformed directly into blazing fire, passing through the holes created by the fire pillar, penetrating several floors in succession.

Any monster or device in his path was instantly turned to ashes by the flames or pulverized by his massive, accelerated body, unable to stop him for even a moment. One dragonified monster failed to dodge and was crushed into meat paste by his body.

The twenty-eight-story Polar Night Demon Tower was like a toy in Cassius’s eyes now.

Ramp was dumbfounded by this but couldn’t keep up, only managing to maintain protective magic while casting Flight Magic, climbing layer by layer. By the time he reached the twelfth floor, he was already panting heavily.

Meanwhile, Cassius had already arrived at the top floor.

All of this took only a few tens of seconds.

“Boom!”

A blazing white pillar of fire pierced through the metal floor.

Immediately afterward, the fire pillar transformed into dancing flames, finally solidifying into a massive Red Dragon.

“Heaven’s Calamity Dragon Eye” could only glimpse a corner of the future. When Cassius reached the top floor, the originally fated future was disrupted, the image becoming temporarily blurred and starting to recalculate.

The White Dragon imprisoned on the top floor was awakened by the commotion, struggling to open its eyes.

Cassius scrutinized the White Dragon in front of him.

She had a scaled face, spiked wattles, and some teeth protruding when her mouth was closed, with a crown of backward-curving spikes on her head—she was a typical White Dragon. With the Red Dragon’s current appreciation for all species, she could even be considered a young and beautiful White Dragon.

From her relatively pure white scales and not yet fully proportioned body, it was clear she was still in her youth, around a hundred years old.

But what surprised Cassius was her size; she had already reached fifteen meters—common for Red Dragons but extraordinary for White Dragons, a size only ancient or elderly White Dragons attained.

The White Dragon, often considered the shame of the five-colored dragons, already had the great honor of being compared to a Red Dragon of the same stage.

“Tsk tsk, so this is the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon?”

Cassius marveled in his heart.

Facing this much stronger “kin,” the White Dragon Tiniya hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and let out a pleading whimper.

White Dragons living in the mountains sometimes conflicted with nearby Red Dragons, but White Dragons were wise enough to avoid stronger Red Dragons. Red Dragons often saw White Dragons as unworthy opponents and were happy to let them slip out of sight (and mind), understanding the Red Dragons’ status.

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“Roar…”

“Can’t you speak? (Draconic)”

Cassius was puzzled. Although White Dragons were mocked as “white beasts,” they had the intelligence of at least a seven or eight-year-old child by their youth. Was her brain damaged by Vagnard?

He didn’t know that mastering Draconic for everyday communication was challenging for White Dragons under normal circumstances. Some White Dragons couldn’t fully grasp it until they were elderly. This White Dragon, imprisoned in the tower from her youth with no external communication, was no exception.

“Roar!”

Tiniya nodded, letting out a light roar.

“…”

It seemed she couldn’t speak but could at least understand.

Since normal communication was possible, the remaining matters would be easier to handle.

The Red Dragon spread his wings and stepped up to her.

“Do you know Vagnard?”

At the mention of this familiar name, Tiniya’s dragon face immediately turned ferocious, her scales standing up, even baring her fangs instinctively—a mix of extreme fear and hatred.

Although White Dragons weren’t pillars of wisdom, they had excellent memories, especially of events they directly witnessed or experienced. They remembered any slight or failure and were known for their malicious vendettas against offending creatures or groups. The White Dragon in front of him was no exception.

The Red Dragon casually displayed the previous images from “Heaven’s Calamity Dragon Eye” to scare her a bit.

“This is what I saw—your future.”

“A hopeless future.”

In the images, the White Dragon was reduced to the monster’s sustenance, being mercilessly devoured.

Tiniya’s eyes filled with terror, her wings shrinking, her whole body trembling because she could feel it was real, soon to happen to her.

Cassius looked down at the White Dragon’s beast-like vertical pupils—from them, he saw a longing for freedom, an endless fear of the mage, and immense hatred, which was enough.

“But the future is not set in stone, White Dragon.”

“Submit to me, and I will save you and… kill Vagnard.”

“…”

Tiniya’s eyes first showed confusion, then hesitation, and finally, a low hum came from her throat.

“Roar…”

Due to the Dragon Binding Array, she couldn’t move too freely, only turning her head slightly to expose her vulnerable neck, indicating complete submission.

Though White Dragons were hardly the epitome of dignity among the True Dragons, this one contained Ancestral bloodline pride. Even confined in the tower for nearly a century, she hadn’t fully submitted to the torturous “human,” continuously struggling in vain.

But now, faced with the threat of death and the choice to submit to a nobler Red Dragon, submission became a necessary means of survival.

“Good.”

“You’ve made the right choice.”

Cassius smiled slightly.

The Red Dragon waved his claws, a flickering claw-shaped spell force field appeared, starting to destroy the surrounding environment of the spell.

“Vagnard’s Dragon Binding Array” had been studied for months by spellcasters across the kingdom. Though they hadn’t fully understood its principles, disrupting its order was far simpler than restoring it.

A month ago, Ramp, along with court mages who defected to the Ashen Kingdom, had already discussed methods to destroy the array’s spell nodes. Cassius was well aware of this.

“Huff, huff, Master, I’m late.”

Ramp panted as he struggled out of the hole.

Seeing the scene before him, he immediately understood what was happening, hurriedly rushing forward to wave his magic wand, summoning scorching fireballs to destroy the dragon scales and dragon blood serving as the array’s nodes, striving to dismantle the array’s structure.