Ashen Dragon-Chapter 347 - 271 Scarlet Blade (4)

Chapter 347: Chapter 271 Scarlet Blade (4)

“Counterattack… we must counterattack, or our fate will only be death!”

Deske Flamgold gritted his teeth and spoke to his only two remaining companions.

However, Klein did not respond. In his blue eyes, an illusory clock was ticking. With each rhythmic turn of the hands, his expression grew more solemn, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Ingrid seemed to have lost the will to fight. She clutched her scepter, standing aside, and whispered, “No, we can’t win.”

“Stop, Deske.”

“I beg you…”

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Immediately, Deske shook his head slightly, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Ingrid had only joined the “Scarlet Blade” a year ago. Unlike them, adventurers born in the rough, this priestess was more like a hothouse flower, her battles mostly one-sided.

“I will not end like this!”

“Hunt… sworn enemy!”

In the end, Deske Flamgold, disregarding all else, flapped the wings on his back and flew towards the enemy.

“Evil-Crushing Slash!”

He lifted his golden long sword, making a graceful arc in the air. With his movements, a crescent-shaped radiance sliced through the air, splitting the ground.

This was the Paladin’s all-out strike!

“Swoosh—”

However, Cassius simply let out a light whistle. Energy scales, like stars, encircled him, completely blocking the slash.

But Deske Flamgold did not lose heart.

This Paladin, who had transformed into an Avenging Angel, spread his wings, swiftly gliding over the ground in a dive.

Soon, he grit his teeth and flew over the red dragon, gripping his golden long sword tightly, his face twisted in a snarl.

“Evil dragon!”

“The great ‘Dragon Slayer’ Deske Flamgold will take your head!”

But in front of the thirty-meter-long giant beast, the Avenging Paladin charging fearlessly seemed as small as Don Quixote charging at windmills.

“Spirit of Vengeance!”

Deske shouted angrily, and the long sword, symbolizing his oath of vengeance, shone brightly.

The illusory figures of Grom and Rano appeared around him. Souls born of the will of revenge were to launch an assault on this seemingly invincible enemy.

However, in the next moment, Deske only felt a rush of hot wind. The enormous red figure dodged and appeared behind him.

Whether he used Divine Power or the Spirit of Vengeance, all were crushed by the nearly tangible Dragon’s Might.

He hurriedly flapped his wings, trying to distance himself from the enemy, all while swinging his golden long sword—but it was all in vain; the enemy was simply too fast.

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The sky was the Avenging Angel’s playground, but it was even more the domain of dragons.

Gigantic, gruesome claws grabbed the Avenging Paladin out of thin air, like catching a fragile bird.

“Got you.”

Cassius said indifferently.

Deske used all his strength to raise his sword to stab the claw, trying desperately to make one last effort.

But the red dragon only slightly tightened his grip, crushing Deske’s armor, turning his body into a bloody pulp. Bloodshot eyes and thick blood spurted from his mouth.

For the first time, Deske felt his life was held by the enemy, ready to be ended at any moment.

In those eyes that once seemed unshakable, a rare terror appeared—he was scared, he wanted to live.

“Stop, stop.”

“Sir, I… I don’t want to die.”

Cassius moved him closer, studying him with a half-smile, and asked softly, “What reason do you have for me to spare your life?”

“After all, you are the ‘great Dragon Slayer.’ Since you chose this path, and since you cannot kill the giant dragon, it is only natural that you will be killed by the giant dragon.”

“I… I…”

Deske’s purple lips trembled slightly.

He hadn’t expected one sentence said to bolster morale would now become his death sentence.

After thinking for a long time, he inadvertently saw the emblem on his sword hilt and finally thought of his last chance for survival.

“You can’t kill me. I’m the Chosen One. I am the messenger of Lord Amanata!”

“Hahahahaha!”

Cassius suddenly burst into laughter, his wings shaking as he laughed, thumping the ground until it rumbled.

“Did you see that glowing Old Silver Dragon just now? Adorned with a Divine Artifact, that is the standard of a Chosen One.”

“But you, hehe, a pauper without a single piece of legendary equipment—dare to call yourself the Chosen One?”

“Moreover…”

He drew out his words, looking again at Deske in his claws, his pale gold pupils gleaming with malice, exuding a thick Dragon’s Might.

Instantly, Deske felt as if he was falling into an ice cave.

Because he heard only one sentence.

“I hate being deceived.”

Before the sound faded, scorching flames burst forth from the claws, enveloping Deske Flamgold.

“No—”

“I still… don’t want to die.”

Soon, accompanied by unyielding roars and wails of agony, his flesh burned away in the flames, turning into ashes that danced in the wind.

All that was left in the red dragon’s claws was a set of heavy, luxurious armor and a gleaming golden long sword.

“Oh?”

“I misjudged. It is indeed legendary equipment, just of a lower tier with an additional magical disguise.”

“Tsk tsk, truly cautious.”

Casually shaking off the remaining ashes from his claws, Cassius picked through the equipment Deske left behind, a hint of unexpected joy in his tone.

But without a doubt—Deske Flamgold, the famous ‘Dragon Slayer’ and the captain of the Scarlet Blade in Fadlan, was now utterly dead.

Slain by a dragon, which indeed is the fate of most dragon slayers.

They either quit midway with wealth and glory, or march to the end on the path of self-destruction. The end of the dragon-slaying road never had heroes; only downfall and death awaited.

“Ca-captain…”

Watching her captain, who had been with her day and night, die before her eyes, Ingrid couldn’t help but cover her mouth, uttering a shocked cry.

But she was utterly helpless. The dragon exuded Dragon’s Might like an Antimagic Field, making even her Divine Arts difficult to affect it, let alone regular spells.

Klein’s face was full of disbelief. The illusory clock in his eyes had shattered.

That was the special ability of the time mage—

[Convergence of the Future]

He could see possible futures and guide one of them magically onto the surrounding events to ensure a specific outcome.

Klein had long constructed a teleportation spell model, ready to leave here.

But when he paid a great price to peer into his future, he found that in every possible future, if he activated the teleportation spell, the outcome would be particularly grim.

What chilled him even more was—he couldn’t see the red dragon’s future.

Klein tried to peek into fate, but the ‘Dragon Prince’ seemed to be shrouded in a layer of hazy silver mist.

“Overstepping!”

Even his own mind was assaulted by some grand force, as if a terrifying giant dragon, a thousand meters long, was roaring and bellowing in his mind.

“No… impossible.”

Klein stood there, mumbling, his eyes streaming with tears of blood.