Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might-Chapter 377 - 372 Flame Divine Successor

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Chapter 377: Chapter 372 Flame Divine Successor

As a powerful Fire Giant Spirit Furnace Master, Jasas wasn’t so easy to kill.

He was sent flying into a pillar by Leon’s furious tail strike, but after coughing twice while clutching his chest, he was fine—not a single rib broken. The only issue was that crafting that sword had exhausted him too much, making it unlikely he could participate in the battle, nor was he needed to.

Regardless, he was genuinely happy, happier than he had been in hundreds of years.

Who would have thought he actually deceived the Red Dragon... Such an arrogant Red Dragon assumed a Fire Giant smelter, a Priest of Surte, would submit to a Red Dragon. Only the sons of tricksters, Cloud Giants with flexible moral bounds, might collaborate with a Red Dragon.

He had tricked a Red Dragon out of countless rare forging materials to create a sword meant to kill the Red Dragon, a thought that was quite amusing... The Red Dragon’s materials were just a bit short, so he had to contribute his own treasured materials to make up the difference, but if it meant killing the Red Dragon, it was all worth it.

"What are you laughing at?" Leon detested deceit, glaring fiercely at Jasas, eager to rush over and bite him to death, but he had to guard against the giant emerging from the volcano’s molten lava.

It was also his fault; he hadn’t expected that a normally silent Fire Giant would betray him; normally, Fire Giants wouldn’t do such things—that was something cunning Cloud Giants did.

Besides, he was a bit too arrogant, believing no weak Fire Giant would dare deceive him because he could kill them at any moment and then vent his anger on all Fire Giants. Who would have thought a Fire Giant smelter with a Divine Artifact wasn’t a match for him, but the opponent could find help.

Leon didn’t ask Jasas why he plotted against him, because if he were in the other’s shoes, he would also think of ways to kill the Red Dragon, given the ancient enmity between Red Dragons and Fire Giants—especially when a Red Dragon threatened the Fire Giants.

"You don’t think any random help you find could defeat me, do you?" Leon mocked, "You have no idea how powerful I truly am. My power is beyond your imagination."

Jasas said nothing, and Leon paid no mind to his silence, because the giant had stood up.

It was a Fire Giant, taller than any Fire Giant, three times the height of a typical Fire Giant, taller even than Leon standing, its body entwined with plumes of cloud, spewing ash and smoke.

Leon scrutinized the unusually tall Fire Giant, gripping the sword Jasas had crafted, doubting if he could withstand a strike if he didn’t activate his Vajra Body.

"Honorable Kazegro, please eliminate the evil Red Dragon," Jasas wheezed, propped on a column as he stood, thinking he wasn’t a match for the Red Dragon but could find a helper; surely someone could easily take down the Red Dragon.

Who could make a Fire Giant smelter, a Priest of Surte, address them with respect?

Leon eyed the super-sized Fire Giant, slowly forming a suspicion that it wasn’t a Fire Giant at all, but rather a Flame Divine Successor, the divine offspring of the Fire Giant’s deity, Surte.

Divine offspring were extremely powerful beings, capable of infusing Primordial Magic into the surrounding world; they were typically sealed in a strong elemental cocoon known as the cradle, only waking upon its destruction... this awakening was clearly Jasas’s doing.

"You woke me just for this small Red Dragon?" Kazegro’s booming voice resonated as he emerged from the volcano crater, forcing Leon to retreat continuously, staying away from the crater lest he collide.

Leon didn’t know when he started caring about appearances.

He had considered fleeing, knowing he could easily escape using the Long Rainbow Escape, then think of a plan later, but at this moment, he wished to slay the self-righteous Flame Divine Successor and tear apart the daringly deceitful Jasas... if worse came to worst, he would leave—staying alive was paramount.

"And what are you?" Leon stood, wings spread, claws and fangs bared.

His weapons and armor had been corroded by the Strong acid of the Ancient Black Dragon, too embarrassing to take out... even if they hadn’t been corroded, taking them out would just get them cut in two by the sword in the opponent’s hand.

"Did I say you could speak?" Kazegro pointed at Leon, then raised his sword, slashing at Leon.

The Inner Core Dual Cultivation Method was fully achieved, with Leon’s refined essence, energy, and spirit condensed into a core, allowing him to quickly dodge the strike, but he chose not to, instead activating his Vajra Body to take the blow head-on, stating, "Is that all you’ve got?"

"Heh, not bad," Kazegro said indifferently, retracting his sword as he hadn’t exerted his full power.

"Thanks for the compliment... now it’s my turn, right?" Leon pivoted, stepping back to create distance for better leverage.

It wasn’t wise to use Samadhi True Fire against a Flame Divine Successor, and Hand Palm Bombs weren’t helpful, so Leon opted to flap his wings, conjuring a massive tornado.

The Red Dragon hadn’t dodged his attack moments ago, and Kazegro likewise had no intention of dodging the Red Dragon’s attack, planting his sword into the ground and gripping its hilt, allowing the tornado to sweep him up.

When did Red Dragons learn to summon tornadoes?

Kazegro initially didn’t care until he discovered the tornado carving tiny wounds into his body, which gradually enlarged as the tornado showed no signs of weakening, prompting a subtle change in his expression.

Kazegro waved his hand, summoning Molten Armor atop himself, which quickly dissipated in the tornado, forcing him to repeatedly summon the armor until he stomped his foot hard with a yell, creating a Magma Wave that countered the tornado.

"What was that move?" Kazegro’s expression grew serious; he was taking this earnestly.

"Take a guess." Surely a Flame Divine Successor had some skill, managing to withstand the Sanmei Divine Wind that could obliterate a Death Knight, leaving Leon in a grave mood, mind racing to find his path to victory.

Jasas watched from the side, initially expecting the Flame Divine Successor wielding the sword he crafted to decapitate the Red Dragon with one swing... The essence of such a powerful Red Dragon might elevate the sword he crafted into a Divine Artifact.

Kazegro engaged the Red Dragon.

Kazegro, the Flame Divine Successor, wielded the sword crafted with countless resources he painstakingly forged and swung it at the Red Dragon, which remained unscathed???

Jasas watched in shock, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

And it wasn’t over yet.

The Red Dragon flapped its wings, creating a strange wind and a peculiar tornado that enveloped Kazegro, forcing him to repeatedly summon Molten Armor, ultimately having to call forth a Magma Wave???

Was this not an illusion?

Did Kazegro seem to be falling behind in the struggle with the Red Dragon?

Jasas felt a sudden worry for some reason, subconsciously clenching his fists.

Impossible.

A Flame Divine Successor couldn’t possibly lose to a mere Red Dragon.

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺

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