Ashen Dragon-Chapter 217 - 142: Fierce Battle Inside the Tower

Chapter 217: Chapter 142: Fierce Battle Inside the Tower

At the moment when the pillar of fire was about to strike Vagnard’s head, the light film of the Binding Spell on his body finally shattered, but the breath was already too close to dodge.

Several Protective Spells were triggered simultaneously, layers of black mist enveloping his body, but still unable to stop the extreme heat of the light flame.

The pillar of fire pierced through the paper-thin spell shield instantly, like a hot knife through butter. Although Vagnard tried to tilt his head, the pillar of fire still engulfed his hooded head, along with his neck and most of his shoulder, in an instant.

However, this was not the end.

Cassius was not the kind of boss from a story who would neglect to finish the job. Facing such an archmage who had been lurking for a hundred years, he had to seize the opportunity to exterminate him completely, leaving no room for escape.

The massive red dragon eagerly opened its huge, bloody mouth, with a glow emanating from its chest. In the depths of its throat, terrifying white-hot flames, like a miniature sun, illuminated the entire dark tower as if it were broad daylight. Then it poured out the accumulated, torrential energy.

[Supreme Flame Breath]

A thicker, more brilliant pillar of fire spouted out, engulfing Vagnard’s torso entirely.

Two pillars of fire crossed, continuously scouring the broken body.

Even at this extent, Cassius was still not at ease, continually spewing flames as if he wanted to burn everything to ashes.

The flesh that had undergone multiple dragon blood modifications quickly carbonized under this extreme unnatural heat, eventually turning into a brownish salt pillar that scattered on the ground like an ordinary grain of desert sand.

“Whew, could it really be over…”

“Vagnard.”

Only then did the red dragon slowly close its jaws. Due to the recent overload of energy output, its scales became scalding hot, and smoke with traces of sulfur odor emanated from between its teeth.

Still, its eyes remained fixed on the pile of salt, not daring to relax.

He would not gamble that this century-old archmage had no final trump card. He could only pay attention to every detail to prevent any unexpected situations.

“Absolutely must not let him escape.”

After a brief thought, Cassius flapped his wings and landed in front of the pile of salt, stomping on it savagely multiple times.

“Boom!”

The ground shook, dust flew up, resembling the act of grinding bones to ashes.

Meanwhile, the red dragon did not forget to abruptly swing its claws, using the Scratch Technique to create a powerful claw-shaped magical force field, severing the hideous limb chains and rescuing Ramp, who was trapped in the Dragon Vein Binding.

The Dragon Vein Ogre broke free and, seeing the scene before him filled with fire and ash, became excited.

He clumsily knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he said, “Master, that so-called ‘Dragon Fan Black Wizard’ is indeed not worth mentioning before your great power…”

The red dragon remained unmoved, speaking solemnly, “Ramp, don’t be too happy yet. Watch these salt grains carefully.”

“I think… things are not so simple.”

Ramp quickly regained composure and hurriedly responded with cupped hands, “Yes, Master.”

The tower fell silent.

The Heaven’s Calamity Dragon Eye showed chaotic images.

As expected, in the eerily silent environment, a bizarre laughter echoed.

At first, the laughter was as subtle as the sound of wind blowing through the sand, like a ghostly whisper, but then it grew louder until it turned into a maniacal laugh.

Cassius suddenly looked up.

——They saw fine sand made of melted flesh floating in the air, eventually forming a twisted, ghostly face, which was Vagnard.

The ghostly face opened its mouth to an eerie degree, revealing a chilling smile.

“I know you, Cassius Klaubow Norixius, Tiamat’s child—”

“Hahaha, you really came!”

“You will be the most wonderful material for my grand evolution!”

Cassius was not flustered by this, merely looking on indifferently, murmuring,

“A method of soul transfer?”

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“Tch, Vagnard indeed had a backup plan.”

Standing beside him, Ramp roared in anger, summoning a blazing fireball to scatter the fine sand once again.

But Cassius merely shook his head, “Don’t bother, Ramp. His original soul should have escaped already; that face is just an illusion controlled by spiritual power.”

Ramp knelt before the red dragon again, sweating profusely, “It is my fault, my neglect allowed him to escape.”

“If, if I could find the recorded Sixth Tier Spell [Soul Cage], I could definitely kill Vagnard completely.”

His tone was sullen and seemed full of resentment.

The red dragon did not respond, casually picking up some salt grains with the Mage’s Hand.

“It indeed has a strong dragon blood smell, even after being melted, I can still sense the magical essence within. This should be his original body, not some random flesh golem.”

He pondered for a moment, then asked seemingly unintentionally,

“Ramp, what kind of body do you think he would seize?”

Cassius’s tone paused, then he let out a cold laugh.

“And I, this ‘most perfect experimental product’ personally arriving, do you think someone like Vagnard would willingly abandon all his experimental results and escape easily?”

Ramp barely needed to think before understanding Cassius’s meaning.

“He is a total madman. He would endure deadly spells with his own body for the so-called ‘art pieces,’ so your personal arrival, with his blasphemous and crazed mind, he definitely wouldn’t escape easily. He probably plans to trap us.”

“And his body…”

“He once said that his most perfect ‘work’ is the so-called ‘Valena,’ or rather, the monster transformed from his own daughter, Valena. A body with familial ties is the most suitable for a wandering soul to seize; it is said that old specters who have lost their nature often do this.”

Cassius nodded slightly, firmly saying,

“Find him and destroy everything.”

“Yes, Master.”

…

In a corner on the first floor of the Polar Night Demon Tower, at the location of the “Snowy Cabin.”

Here it was cold and deep, the walls stained with blood, yet there were traces of cleaning.

Piles of neatly arranged bones were scattered in the corner—an old habit of Valena’s. Trapped in a secret chamber since childhood, she always kept things tidy and waited obediently for her family to return.

This place was an illusion constructed from Valena’s last semblance of hope, but it had been transformed into a deadly trap by Vagnard.

Any uninvited guests who entered would fall into the hands of the monstrous Valena, who would subject them to inhuman experiments, with the luckier ones ending up as food for the monster.

At this moment, a familiar guest had entered.

——It was none other than Vagnard’s wandering soul.