Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 691 - 6 White 36 - - The Rhythm of Collapse

The Baron of the Garden’s ruse succeeded, he had outwitted Lord Southwind Xitul, devoured his Elemental Power, and ascended to become an Elemental Venerable.

In the instant his form had just materialized, he commanded the power of flames to erode the stormy skies, preparing for the upcoming struggle, he needed the advantage of the terrain to face the hard battle ahead.

The fall of an Elemental Lord was a significant event on the Elemental Plane; the birth of an Elemental Venerable, even more so; and the Elemental Plane’s corrosion, the shrinking dominion of the stormy skies, was a taboo for all Gale Elements.

As all gales were being eroded at that moment, it was enough to make all of the storm elements set aside their biases and unite. On the edge of the Fire Clouds where the Flame Venerable stood tall, three Gale Lords used Lightning Chains to seal off the area.

The once proud gale force fell silent, the charge of thunder that gathers before a storm. The Flame Venerable’s lingering might was still present, but the Baron of the Garden was not optimistic about the upcoming battle.

Despite the astonishingly high rate of elemental conversion, he was barely more than 1+1 approximately equal to 2, while the opposing side was a solid 3, positional suppression could not affect the total amount of strength. Such was the rule for Elemental Creatures.

In principle, the Baron of the Garden had already taken full advantage by now, he should flee upon realizing there was no chance of victory. An Elemental Venerable hell-bent on fleeing would certainly not be defeated by three gale elements, at most they could strip some skin from him. But the fiery temperament of the Flame Elements couldn’t accept running away, and what about the Dwarves if he fled? This was a battle of the Red Dragon Royal Guard, failure was not an option.

The Baron of the Garden ignited a fierce blaze and roared, leading the Dwarves and the army of flames into the chaotic storm.

"In the name of the Red Dragon Queen Imelt!"

"Feel the endless rage of Mackenbert!"

Impressive in spirit, but lacking in actual strength. The Life Warlord could barely protect himself under the relentless bombardment of the three Gale Lords. The incessant lightning sent the Red Dragon enforcers flying, and after recognizing the trouble with these Dwarves, the Gale Lords magnetized their armor and scrunched the Life Warlord into a ball.

Even as a Flame Venerable, the Baron of the Garden still suffered from the flaw of slow flame element attacks. Against unbound gales, his scorching fists couldn’t hit thin air. An Elemental Venerable could release heat to assimilate the surrounding area, but now the tempest surrounding him continuously sapped away the heat.

"We will make you regurgitate everything you’ve swallowed, Baron of the Garden." A vicious hurricane whip lashed on the Baron of the Garden’s body, not inflicting much harm, the Baron of the Garden could still hold on.

But not the others. The Dwarves couldn’t stand steady in the gale, and the participating Fire Elements were suppressed, reducing their flames. Now he felt like a giant beast bound by ropes, able only to watch helplessly as he was slowly consumed.

"If only the flames were a bit stronger, I could tear apart these wind locks..."

"Just a little more strength..."

Under the assault of the three Gale Lords, the Baron of the Garden was gradually feeling weary; this physical weakness was reflected in his spirit, observing his companions trapped in a desperate situation, he experienced a moment of mental haze.

"Am I going to fail..."

"The self that strutted so confidently in the Great Furnace turns out to be nothing more than a jelly-legged shrimp when brought out..."

In his weakness, the Baron of the Garden’s mind recalled the daily and nightly image of Imelt working by the Molten Fire, he thought of that stubborn Red Dragon, thought of the bitterness and smiles on her face...

The teachings of the Operation Master Lyle echoed in his mind.

"Operation officers trade in the currency of hearts; you must always maintain your composure to better calculate business..."

"And to prevent yourself from getting lost. The so-called idols are those who shine brightly in the hearts of many. A true idol has enough charm to inspire those who pay attention to them. Besides, especially for those like you who constantly find and highlight their shining points."

"Don’t forget that your original intentions are such affections... having the will to benefit him/her, willingly working behind the scenes for the one on stage; that is your true heart."

"We are weavers of dreams, but these aren’t just their dreams, they’re our dreams too."

The Baron of the Garden understood why he so desperately wanted victory, why he couldn’t stand the idea of failure. It was because he wanted to see that child’s face light up with amazement and joy.

He must not lose. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Having found his will, the Grand Operational Officer of the Red Dragon-worshipping Cult, the Baron of the Garden, became the most steadfast Zealot of the Red Dragon Imelt.

The Flame Venerable’s blaze suddenly exploded, a fervent zeal transforming into a fiery column that shot into the sky, as if to pierce through the world.

Behind the colossal body of the Elemental Venerable, there seemed to be a shadow enshrouding it.

[Idol cultivation’s ultimate technique. Believe in the idol that came from my hands, from our hands, believe in the miracle we have woven.]

The Elemental Venerable roared toward the heavens.

"My Imelt is the cutest in the world!!!"

The passionate yearning turned into a swirling heatwave that pierced through the boundaries of planes, reaching far away.

In the Great Furnace, where the Red Dragon Imelt had been in seclusion, she suddenly paused, the Molten Iron Gate used for her retreat was smashed open by the Red Dragon. She bathed in the lava, her face tinged with an unmistakable blush.

"Baron of the Garden you idiots, what nonsensical things are you spouting! I heard everything! Where are you guys?!" Glancing around to find the Great Furnace empty, Imelt was somewhat surprised, then realized the voice had come directly into her mind.