Ashen Dragon-Chapter 1193 - 347: Farria’s Credential_2

Perhaps... she has already found the right credential.

...

That afternoon, the dragon soul of Goraz Dera was resting in the depths of the lair, using crystal stones filled with lightning elements to restore its divine power, its entire body emitting a restless crackling of electricity.

Several adult Blue Dragons stood cautiously around her, their actions extra careful, fearing they might anger this recently body-lost Thunder Tyrant.

Goraz Dera casually looked up, glancing at the Ancient Blue Dragon not far away: "Keldom, I want to see a fitting body before dawn tomorrow, do you understand?"

"Yes, Great Elder." Keldom lowered his head, maintaining his usual respectful and humble posture, yet vaguely, his eyes turned somewhat sharp, as if he had made some sort of decision.

Goraz Dera nodded slightly, her face full of hatred, about to grind her teeth to dust: "Once I regain my strength, I will definitely take down that arrogant Red Dragon—"

"Boom!"

A deafening roar came from the sky, the ground shook violently, and stones fell continuously within the cave, a terrifying pressure descended upon this land, even space was gradually distorting.

The Blue Dragons panicked, scurrying around, the lair echoed with chaotic roars.

"What’s happening?"

"Could it be those imperial people? Have they come to attack our lair?"

Even Goraz Dera roared in shock and anger: "Who is it, who exactly is it? You bunch of useless, can’t even guard a lair!"

Keldom, however, remained rather calm, murmuring: "Fellow clansmen, what’s destined to come will come, everything... must prioritize the interests of the Faria Clan."

"How dare you—" Goraz Dera seemed to realize something, suddenly twisting her head to look at the Ancient Blue Dragon, angrily grinding her teeth, her eyes surprised as if recognizing him for the first time.

"You... look quickly!"

At this moment, one of the Blue Dragons, voice trembling and exceptionally frightened, raised its head to look at the top of the lair, where hideous cracks were appearing, rapidly spreading, letting through beams of light.

"Boom!"

With another loud bang, the top layer of the lair was forcibly lifted off, sunlight shone down into the dark lair, followed by a colossal shadow shrouding it again with immense pressure.

"That, that is..."

"In the name of Tiamat! He, he actually descended personally!"

"How is that possible, such a size, this level of Dragon’s Might—that is the Ashen Emperor!"

The Blue Dragons trembled as they looked up, their bodies quaking violently, gaze rising from the massive claws, then the forelimbs covered in scarlet scales, followed by a mountainous body covered with muscles like iron blocks, shining brightly in the sunlight, a layer of golden edge upon them.

Hovering above them was an enormously magnificent Red Dragon, its majestic wings obscuring the sky, like a scarlet canopy, exuding an aura of majesty, ferocity, and sanctity.

—Precisely having just defeated Goraz Dera, withstood Tiamat’s divine punishment, and obliterated the Blue Dragon Sect’s Ashen Emperor, Cassius.

Under countless fearful, horrified, and hostile gazes, Cassius slowly lowered his head, the corners of his mouth lifting into a mocking smile, his pale golden vertical pupils ablaze.

"Goraz Dera, here we meet again, this time... I won’t let you escape so easily."

"Cassius!"

"You actually colluded with the clan’s traitors, utterly shameless!"

Goraz Dera shrieked in a mixture of shock and anger, then once more transformed her soul body into a silvery-white lightning, trying to shuttle through the subterranean space to merge with the lightning elements within the veins, thus escaping the pursuit of the Red Dragon Emperor.

However, Cassius had long prepared thoroughly for this surprise attack.

"Goraz Dera, it was your clansmen who contacted me voluntarily."

"Tsk, who would’ve thought that a once high and mighty quasi-god would now become a credential for the Faria Clan’s allegiance to me, truly ironic."

"Give up the futile struggle, you Tiamat’s loyal dog!"

With a long howl, the power stored within the time-markings on his body surged out, the torrent of time gushed from Cassius’s throat, instantly enveloping the soul body of this Ancient Blue Dragon.

It was the Ninth Tier Spell—[Eternal Stasis]!

If Goraz Dera were in her prime, ordinary Ninth Tier Spells would hardly affect her, and would just be torn apart by that highly destructive lightning.

But now, this Ancient Blue Dragon’s body was reduced to ash, unknown how long it would take to regroup, leaving only a broken and feeble soul body, unable to withstand the impact of this power of time.

In an instant, the space around Goraz Dera solidified, everything—whether dust, particles, or the dragon soul—was completely frozen at the previous moment, like a finely crafted amber.

"Great Elder..."

Seeing this scene, Keldom lowered his head respectfully, "Welcome, Your Majesty Cassius, it is truly our honor for you to grace the Faria Clan’s lair with your presence."

Seeing this scene, the other Blue Dragons in the lair exchanged glances for a moment and then lowered their heads in unison, "Welcome, Your Majesty Cassius."

And Christina flapped her dragon wings and arrived from not far away, kneeling with her forelimbs, bending her neck, performing a graceful dragonkin salute to the Red Dragon Emperor: "Your Majesty Cassius, a quasi-god’s dragon soul, this is our Faria family’s credential—may we know if it satisfies you?"

To this young Blue Dragon, it seemed inevitable for Goraz Dera to be captured by the Ashen Empire after the destruction of her body, only a matter of time.

Rather than seeking a new body for her and performing a resurrection ritual to gamble on reclaiming her former glory, it was better to exhaust the last bit of value from this Ancient Blue Dragon, making her a credential for the Faria Clan’s allegiance to the Empire, demonstrating their firm resolution and attitude.

Christina subtly lifted her gaze, as if in a pilgrimage, admiring the broad and grand body of the Red Dragon Emperor, also observing any change in his expression.

Cassius slightly bared his teeth in a ferocious smile, blood-stained fangs exposed, exuding an intense pressure: "Not bad, I am very satisfied."

He waved his dragon claw, and the time-amber flew into the air, appearing in his palm, Goraz Dera frozen inside still bearing a mix of fear and anger.

After all this, Cassius flapped his dragon wings, ascending to the sky, his deep and resonant voice echoing across the desert, stirring up wind and sand: "Everyone—welcome to join the Ashen Empire!"

Challenge Level: 27 (100000xp)

Assessment: This Red Dragon is referred to as the "Crimson Emperor" by dragon scholars, having established an immensely powerful empire within just decades, shadowing the vast lands of the Anzeta Great Wilderness under his wings.

In the presence of the "Platinum Dragon God" Bahamut and the "Five-Colored Dragon Queen" Tiamat, this Red Dragon donned the crown symbolizing supreme power, crowning himself emperor.

Some revere him as a savior and liberator; others loathe him, seeing him as a monstrous evil dragon.

Indisputably, this Red Dragon’s strength is awe-inspiring; he once incinerated the infamous "Voice of the Night" Mortifael; also made the renowned "Wings of Silver" Osedro of the Melwood Clan fall from the sky, even consuming a Giant Spirit Pasha in the Fire Elemental Plane.

Now, facing the chaotic situation on the Fianso Continent, he lurks within the volcano, quietly accumulating power—his pale golden pupils filled with greed, none can fathom the extent of his ambitions and the impact it may cause.