Ashen Dragon-Chapter 187 - : 113. Raging Winter Falls (3)

Chapter 187: 113. Raging Winter Falls (3)

Kasa Everfrost closed his eyes.

He could even feel the brightness before him through his eyelids—it was the light of fire.

[Extremely Effective Flame Breath]

The flames poured down like a torrential flood, engulfing Kasa and turning the once bare-handed, dragon-slaying, mighty Frost Giant Warrior to ashes.

Only the remnants of his White Dragon Scale Armor were left, barely recognizable to any who knew his former appearance.

In the Kingdom Domain, all spell abilities of Cassius were greatly enhanced. That breath just now was comparable to a Legendary Spell, instantly reducing the physically mighty Frost Giant, capable of battling Elder White Dragons, to dust.

“This domain, it’s almost like… my Divine Realm.”

Cassius gently flapped his wings, sighing.

He gazed at the ice crystal in his hand, within which contained a trace of divine power.

Though it was very thin, the supreme essence of the cold law it held was unmistakable.

It was a pity, really. This power was incompatible with Cassius, even entirely repulsive. If he were to recklessly attempt to use it, the consequences could be irreversible.

Cassius carefully placed the ice crystal into his Dimensional Bag.

The panel refreshed with several new messages.

[You have slain the Son of Winter, Kasa, gaining 18000 EXP]

[Kasa was meant to lead his tribe to greatness, to gather faith and awaken their Father God, but he was slain by you. You have received the enmity of a deity and acquired the negative status: Frost Giant’s Foe]

“Such a petty deity,” Cassius remarked.

He had no intention to provoke a deity lightly, but the Everfrost Tribe’s expansion and the Ashen Kingdom’s order were fundamentally at odds.

Since conflict was inevitable, he might as well offend this Frost Giant deity thoroughly, ensuring his faith dwindled evermore, consigning him to eternal slumber, never to awaken.

Cassius’s expression turned sinister.

“But first, let’s focus on gaining more strength.”

“With enough power, what could even a deity’s avatar do?”

[You choose to advance True Dragon Sorcerer to level 11]

[You may select an additional Metamagic feat]

[You have gained the Metamagic feat: Distant Spell]

With the surge of sorcery, a magician can significantly increase the range and scope of their spells. As a Dragon Sorcerer, Cassius’s ranged spell effects were even more formidable.

What came next was the spell drawing phase that Cassius most dreaded.

[You have gained additional spells: Burning Stone Haze, Aerial Maneuver Technique]

[Burning Stone Haze]

Seventh Tier Spell, Shaping Energy

Like a mobile volcano, blistering embers surround you and then shoot outwards, blasting the enemy with hundreds of tiny, scalding volcanic rocks and releasing dense volcanic ash, causing blindness and suffocation.

[Aerial Maneuver Technique]

Fourth Tier Spell, Transformation

This spell grants perfect aerial maneuverability, allowing the caster to perform sudden stops, sharp turns, rolls, and other high-mobility actions while in flight.

Cassius let out a deep breath.

One potent Seventh Tier Shaping Spell and one Fourth Tier Transformation Spell with unexpected combat applications.

Though not a fundamental upgrade, they both significantly enhanced his capabilities.

For instance, Burning Stone Haze could be combined with Weather Control to create the effect of a massive volcanic eruption, and Aerial Maneuver Technique, when paired with Agile as a Dragon, could even achieve acute angle turns.

“Since Kasa is dead…”

“It’s time to clean up the aftermath properly.”

A sinister smile appeared on Cassius’s dragon face.

He cast the spell “Bag of Greed” to collect Kasa’s ashes and remaining gear, flaunting them proudly behind himself.

…

North of the Triel range.

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The Frost Giants and the retainers of the Ashen Kingdom simultaneously stopped fighting.

This wasn’t due to a love for peace but rather out of trust in their respective leaders. Once one of them returned, this war would end completely, with no further miracles.

Baya anxiously gazed at the sky, muttering:

“He’ll come back, Kasa…”

“He was chosen by Lord Soleim, it’s impossible that—”

Before Baya could finish his sentence, everyone instantly felt a scorching heat approaching. The sound of wings flapping grew closer, and the massive Red Dragon became increasingly visible. Hanging beneath him was a tattered White Dragon Scale Armor, and by some unknown means, it also carried ashes.

Suddenly, the Ashen Kingdom’s forces erupted in cheers.

“Oh oh! The master burned him to ashes!”

“Indeed, this is the master’s might!”

“Fight for the great Red Dragon!”

“What did I say? The King of Ashen could not lose!”

In stark contrast, the Frost Giants sank into sorrow and despair.

“Impossible, impossible…”

“He was the chosen of Lord Soleim…”

Baya’s face turned wooden, and he kept shaking his head, mumbling.

Cassius’s golden eyes swept over the battlefield from above as he arrogantly proclaimed:

“Frost Giants, your leader has been reduced to ashes by me!”

“Now, I give you two choices.”

“Become the servile slaves of the Ashen Kingdom…”

“Or—death!”

The Frost Giants had varied expressions. Some gritted their teeth, unyielding, their eyes filled with hatred for their enemy, while others seemed shaken to their core.

These Frost Giants were inherently Neutral Evil; in their view, strength was everything. Kasa had subdued them with his immense power, and this Red Dragon before them—had burned Kasa alive.

Suddenly, Baya raised the Dragonbone Pickaxe, his eyes bloodshot as he shouted:

“This Red Dragon is deceiving us!”

“Kasa is the chosen of Lord Soleim, he’s not dead yet!”

“This Red Dragon is at the end of its strength. Warriors of the Everfrost Tribe, charge with me!”

Without hesitation, Baya rushed forward, his fearless stance strongly reminiscent of the late Kasa, stirring many Frost Giants. Over thirty Frost Giant Warriors responded to the call.

These Frost Giants were mostly Kasa’s hunting party comrades, considered elite, and followed Baya’s lead, charging towards the Red Dragon like knights tilting at windmills.

“Thank you for your sacrifice.

“It allows me… to practice.”

The Red Dragon watched the reactions of the Frost Giants with interest, blistering embers surrounding him.

[Burning Stone Haze]

Hundreds of tiny, scalding volcanic rocks were hurled at the charging Frost Giants, followed by a mass of volcanic ash, engulfing all thirty Frost Giants.

The sounds of coughing, wails, and roars filled the air.

These Frost Giants, once dubbed “Scourge,” now struggled helplessly in the torrent, powerless.