Ashen Dragon-Chapter 338 - 262: Bewitchment

Chapter 338: Chapter 262: Bewitchment

“Who are you?”

Leo shuddered suddenly and asked in his heart.

He initially thought it was his inner voice but then sensed something was amiss and felt a chill— that voice was clearly not under his control.

“Who I am doesn’t matter.”

“What matters is that Red Dragon. He killed your hopeful son, destroyed your invincible legions, and is about to annihilate the family and nation you hold dear.”

“You were supposed to be the natural ruler of the North, your name standing alongside King Roselle the Lionheart, carrying on the Boske Family’s lineage for generations.”

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“But now, that Red Dragon has destroyed all of this.”

“Don’t you want revenge?”

The low voice asked again, as if trying to lure him into the abyss.

Fear surged in Leo’s heart. He knew that in this world, many beings could invade minds—Heart Snatching Demons, devils, demons, even some unknown extraterrestrial creatures.

But no matter who it was, it was extremely dangerous for a mortal like him.

He suddenly remembered a legend that had been circulating for some time: It was said that in the Ancytica Mountains, there was a demon who controlled revenge and could grant avengers great strength, helping them mutilate their enemies.

The voice resounded again.

“I will grant you strength. I will help you kill that evil dragon. You will become the savior of Anzeta, the true, and only king of the North!”

“But…”

“Roar—”

The Dragon’s Roar echoed in the air, interrupting his thoughts.

Leo looked up, only to see the massive Red Dragon soaring high, spewing forth a blazing sea of flame that distorted the air and dyed half the sky red, as if it wanted to burn the whole world down.

The Ancient Silver Dragon cast a shimmering shield, struggling to resist the onslaught of flames.

Indeed.

Kill him.

Such a monster should not exist in this world.

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Be it the temptation of a devil or the power of a demon, as long as it could eliminate the evil dragon that threatened the Boske Duchy and uphold the thousand-year rule of the family, sacrificing everything was worth it.

Leo Boske lowered his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with long-suppressed hatred, as if making some resolution.

“I agree.”

“Very well.”

The voice let out a mocking laugh.

“Ah—”

Leo felt an overwhelming chaotic power surge into his heart, as if a giant hand were churning through his insides.

But compared to the exhilaration of that power, that bit of pain was trivial.

He had never felt so powerful, the strength within him so abundant.

“However… I still need some preparation.”

Leo took out a crystal-clear gem and whispered into it, “The great Dragon Slaying Ritual is about to begin. Members of Scarlet Blade, you may ready yourselves.”

The Duke’s face lit up with an excited smile, a ghostly green light flashing deep in his pupils.

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“You and your outdated order will be torn apart by me!”

Cassius forcefully broke through layers of magical barriers, extending his sturdy claws, lunging towards the Ancient Silver Dragon in mid-air.

However, just as he was about to touch those silver scales, the body of his opponent began to fade, yet that so-called “illusion” had been casting spells moments ago.

Suddenly alarmed, Cassius quickly turned his head.

“Simulacrum?”

“Arrogant brat! When I fought the ancient Red Dragon, you weren’t even born yet!”

A roar came from behind him, transparent scales appearing.

The surrounding air vibrated, revealing the massive body of the Silver Dragon, which had suddenly appeared behind him, its foreclaws laden with spells like Bigby’s Crushing Hand and Rockfist, striking down onto the Red Dragon’s body.

But just before that moment, Cassius’s forelimb moved as quickly as a shadow.

“Swoosh—”

The claw, imbued with a Disenchanting Field, slashed rapidly at the Silver Dragon’s claw, leaving five long scratches on the once flawless, silver membrane of its wings.

“Boom!”

The powerful thrust of the Ninth Tier Spell sent Cassius flying backward.

Fragments of red scales shattered and fell from the sky.

With another thunderous crash, Cassius’s huge body smashed into the mountain, raising clouds of dust, deeply embedding into the rocks, causing the entire slope to collapse.

But soon, the dust settled, and the enormous silhouette of the Red Dragon reappeared.

“Tricky old fellow.”

Cassius nonchalantly shook his body. As golden flames burned, his wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his pale golden eyes locked onto the Silver Dragon in the sky.

“A thousand-year-old dragon, still playing such petty tricks?”

“Come, face me head-on!”

Cassius roared to the sky, shouting provocatively.

Even though he had lost half of his magic equipment, the tricks of this Ancient Silver Dragon were still terrifyingly numerous, and his combat experience was incredibly vast.

A millennium of experience was no joke; the endless spells made Cassius feel thoroughly unprepared. A slight carelessness could land him in one of the Silver Dragon’s traps, followed by a barrage of spells.

“Savage brute!”

“I’ll show you what true order is!”

Osedro flapped his wings in mid-air, but his left wing had become tattered, and his body flickered, covered in wounds, looking somewhat battered.

Though he spoke lightly, the face of the Ancient Silver Dragon was grim at that moment, his mercury-like eyes filled with dread.

Osedro became more convinced—this Red Dragon had the potential to become an Ancestral Dragon, possibly even going further.

The magical essence of this Red Dragon was extraordinarily high; common spells had no effect on him, not even leaving marks on his tough scales. Only spells of the Seventh Tier or higher barely worked.

His vitality was incredibly robust, even sustaining a Ninth Tier Spell head-on, he would heal at an astonishing rate. It was as if a magic reactor lay within his fearsome dragon body, with inexhaustible energy.

In the eyes of the Ancient Silver Dragon, the only area this Red Dragon slightly lacked was spellcasting ability.

But even so, with extraordinary charm, excessively high bloodline essence, and Dragon’s Spells from ancient heritage, his spellcasting ability was akin to that of a Legendary Sorcerer.

The “Magic Withering,” similar to the Great Disjunction spell, had caused him considerable trouble.

The mist had gradually dissipated in the prolonged battle, under the gaze of tens of thousands on the battlefield, the Red and the Silver dragons once again stood off against each other from afar.

The battlefield had altered its appearance, no longer showing traces of the once flat wasteland.

The onlookers were instantly left dumbfounded.

The pockmarked ground featured meteors, scorched and re-solidified lava, slowly flowing magma, and gradually melting icebergs—all stunning sights intermixed.