Ashen Dragon-Chapter 477 - 399 Departure and New World

Chapter 477: Chapter 399: Departure and New World

Chapter 477 -399: Departure and New World

At the summit of the Obsidian Mountain, Zaman Roul gazed into the distance, where the sky was distorted by scorching air and smoke.

His eyes narrowed slightly, easily piercing through the mirage to see the reality thousands of meters away.

“A very powerful Red Dragon…”

He clenched the Holy Flame Longspear in his hand, speaking in a heavy yet clangorous voice.

“An evil being, carrying the aura of Fire Giants, seems like a new enemy.”

The Prince of the Holy Flame was not puzzled by the arrival of the Red Dragon.

Imix was an evil Lord of Fire Elementals, whose followers included Fire Giants, Red Dragons, and spellcasters interested in all Fire Magic.

In Zaman Roul’s view, this Red Dragon was a disciple summoned by Imister, probably earning quite a lot of Gold Coins from the Fire Giant slave masters, thus being a formidable enemy that required extra attention in this burning war.

But no matter how powerful the enemy, Zaman Roul would not be afraid, especially not a mere powerful Red Dragon.

He had been planning this revenge for too long; for millennia, he had dreamed endlessly of killing Imister and his evil retainers, personally embedding this Holy Flame Longspear into their chests.

And now, the Sultan of the Fire Giants was seriously injured, and victory seemed within reach.

But the Ancient Gold Dragon, Galoslav Shokin, who stood by his side, hesitated for a moment before reminding him, “Your Highness Zaman, this Red Dragon… may not be our enemy.”

“Oh? Why?”

Zaman turned his head, looking puzzled.

“I don’t know if you have heard the rumors of the ‘Soul Devouring Dragon’ recently; the Red Dragon in the sky should be the one who killed Pasha Ishmael.”

Upon hearing this, the irritable Prince of the Holy Flame felt a hint of joy, urgently asking:

“Haha, so he’s here to help us? Is he also a righteous and benevolent hero discontent with the tyranny of the Fire Giants?”

“It’s hard to say so.”

The Ancient Gold Dragon frowned slightly and chuckled bitterly.

“As far as I know, this Red Dragon once fought with my old friend Osedro and defeated him, yet he also rejected the invitation of Tiamat…”

“According to our internal perspective, it’s hard to judge this Red Dragon on the single axis of ‘Good’ or ‘Evil,’ and we can only try to ally with him.”

“However, there are rumors that he has signed a secret treaty with the Sultan of the Fire Giants, and we are still unaware of its contents.”

“Is that so…”

The joy on Zaman Roul’s face flickered and disappeared, turning serious once more.

He raised the Holy Flame Longspear with one hand, pointing its tip toward the City of Brass, speaking with firmness and resolve.

“No matter what evil enemy stands before me, I will slay him—no one can stop the burning of the Holy Flame, and no one can prevent the Fire Elemental Plane from returning to the embrace of order and goodness!”

“Your Highness Zaman, I can already see the City of Brass being breached! Your dream will soon become reality!”

The Ancient Gold Dragon nodded gently, speaking with excitement.

Zaman Roul raised his spear high, shouting in the language of the Fire Tribe, composed of hissing and clicking sounds like burning flames.

“Holy Flame! My faithful people, for the justice and order of the entire Fire Elemental Plane, for the freedom and liberation of all elemental beings, conquer the City of Brass! Overthrow the tyranny of the Sultan of the Fire Giants!”

“Prince of the Holy Flame!”

“Overthrow the tyranny of the Fire Giants!”

The cheers roared like tides, as the liberated slaves escorted their Lord of Fire Elementals towards the City of Brass.

Meanwhile, the Fire Giants, Devils, and elemental nobility within the City of Brass were ready for battle.

War was about to begin.

…

High above, Cassius had already received the extraplanar teleportation coordinates sent by Ramp, about to teleport back to the Material Plane.

“I must leave here quickly.”

“The Prince of the Holy Flame should harbor little hostility towards me, and the other force from the City of Brass… feels familiar.”

A subtle smile curved upon Cassius’s dragon face.

He politely nodded in the direction of the City of Brass, calmly saying, “Good day, Your Majesty the Sultan, we meet again.”

“Cassius—”

“Leave here!”

“How dare you come to the City of Brass! Do you wish to break our treaty? Don’t say I didn’t warn you! That would mean facing the punishment of planar laws!”

“Get out of the Heart of Flame!!”

The enraged voice echoed from afar, like thunder, reverberating across the Obsidian Continent.

No wonder he was so anxious; the Prince of the Holy Flame was about to attack, and the sudden appearance of such a Red Dragon would undoubtedly affect the battle significantly.

Cassius flapped his wings, feeling the spatial fluctuations around him.

“I always abide by treaties, cherish peace, and have never thought of meddling in your war with the Prince of the Holy Flame; this time, I just came to witness the legendary City of Brass and to bid you farewell.”

“Since you are so unwelcoming, I will now take my leave.”

The Red Dragon grinned, nodding slightly.

The next moment, a force breaking through space emerged, and an Otherworld Gate slowly opened before him, connecting to the aetheric conduit leading to the Anzeta Great Wilderness in the Material Plane.

“Then… farewell, Your Majesty the Sultan.”

Cassius entered the portal, the space gradually returning to normal, and even the gate disappeared without leaving a trace.

“Damn, greedy dragon!”

The Sultan’s furious roar echoed inside the City of Brass and even reached the battlefield outside the city.

“Haha, I have some fondness for this dragon, to make the Sultan of the Fire Giants so infuriated.”

Zaman Roul laughed heartily.

Suddenly, he noticed a wisp of unusual flame flying towards him, intriguing him, especially due to his strong control over elements.

“What is this?”

“Swish—”

The flame unfolded like an envelope, forming a line of common script in midair.

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“To the honored Prince of the Holy Flame:

Hello! For purchasing military supplies or discussing cooperation with the Empire, please head to the Brass Fortress. —Cassius”

“Interesting fellow.”

Zaman Roul squinted his eyes slightly, casually absorbing the flame words.

…

Meanwhile, inside the Brass Fortress.

A Half-Dragon clad in standard fireproof suits was eloquently speaking in the Fire Dwarfs’ palace; he was an envoy sent by the Ashen Empire.

This nickname hovered above his head: [Turbocharged Engine Warrior]—clearly, he was a player from the Mechanical God Cult.

“Lord Sharin, do you know why the Brass Fortress has such a sparse population? I believe it’s primarily due to the reproductive issues of you Fire Dwarfs.”

Sharin’s mouth twitched: “Your Excellency, this is a tradition from the God of Dwarfs…”

The player waved his hand: “Don’t talk to me about historical traditions. Without breaking historical inertia, where’s the development and innovation? Where’s the progress?”

…

Sharin was at a loss for words.

But the player continued to speak, “Your forging efficiency is too low! It takes you years to create a new Fire Dwarf.”

“In my view, you should set up an assembly line for casting. The Imperial Department of Technology can provide you with technical support.”

“If the equipment conditions aren’t enough, try direct lost-wax casting; you could produce an entire army of Clone Fire Dwarfs. Who says the Fire Dwarf race cannot be revived?”

“Alas! You have already abandoned the flesh body and begun initial mechanical ascension. What great conditions! And yet you’ve ruined them!”

[Turbocharged Engine Warrior] practically lamented the lack of progress, earnestly advising the Fire Dwarf Nobility.

Sharin scratched his head: “But according to our experience, the body must be crafted by Fire Dwarfs personally.”

The player tapped his head: “You thousand-year-old fossils, your thinking is too rigid. There are many loopholes in these provisions.”

“Does pushing a cast switch by hand count as personal crafting? Does pouring a mold count as personal crafting?”

Sharin muttered: “But this doesn’t necessarily count…”

The player smiled: “If these don’t count, then using a ‘hammer’ as a medium for forging, does that count as ‘personal’?”

“Trust me, give me three months, and with my ten years of experience in mechanical automation, I will help you design a fully automated fertility machine!”

“Moreover, since this place is already open, many leaders from our Mechanical God Cult are very interested in your Fire Dwarfs’ form of existence. They will certainly help you solve these issues!”

[Turbocharged Engine Warrior]said excitedly.

Sharin swallowed, and under the watchful eyes of the Imperial Guards, slowly nodded in agreement.

A new world was about to open up for the Fire Dwarfs.

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