Dragon King: Throne of Demons and Gods-Chapter 157: General of Fire

Bel stared at the message, his brows slightly drawn together. He hadn’t even known such a thing was possible.

He’d assumed the dragons would eventually evolve into generals on their own, with enough growth and battle experience.

But this... this was different.

He tilted his head, thinking. Was it because Novaria had known him before her transformation? Was that why her connection to him had deepened more quickly than the others?

She was the only one with a Level 2 Bond so far.

Then, a memory surfaced, Vezalia.

His eyes narrowed slightly. She had called herself a general too. A General of the Devourer. And if she had been able to use powers linked to that Authority, then...

Bel’s gaze shifted to Novaria. She was kneeling again, waiting for his word, unwavering. He remembered the day he had turned her.

Almost a whim. The first test of his power.

And now? Now she stood at the edge of greatness. Stronger than most of the dragons in his army. Fierce, loyal, constant.

His lips curved in a small, thoughtful smile.

He raised his hand, and the screen hovered, pulsing faintly.

"You might truly become my pride," he murmured to himself.

He gestured at Novaria. Her eyes widened slightly, surprised by the attention. She stood and stepped forward before kneeling again in front of him.

"You were the first," he thought, studying her. "The weakest, then. And now... ready to be my shadow. Not just a soldier. A symbol of Destruction. My representative."

The thought gave him clarity.

She wouldn’t just lead others. She would reflect him.

He gave a small nod to the system.

"Yes," he said aloud. "Promote."

And the world began to shift again.

A sudden burst of power rippled through the air as Novaria’s aura exploded upward, rising like a tower of fire around her.

Red and purple lights swirled together, crackling with energy. For a moment, everything stopped. The battlefield fell quiet as if even the wind held its breath.

Her body began to change. The rough edges of her drake form smoothed out. Her limbs stretched and sharpened, gaining a sleeker and more powerful shape.

She grew taller, more graceful, and strong. Her wings unfolded beneath her arms, glowing from within like lit embers.

Red scales formed over her arms and legs, and a pulsing red glow beat from inside her chest. She gasped as her eyes snapped open, glowing bright purple.

The swirling light around her pulled inward like a deep breath being held.

[Novaria – Title: Demon General]

[Novaria – Rank Up: Archdemon]

[Drake → Wyvern (Lv.1)]

The purple glow didn’t fade. It stuck to her skin like flames that wouldn’t go out. She stood tall, her tail curling with purpose, her whole posture strong and noble.

Then came the messages:

[New Skill Acquired: Telepathy (MAX)]

[You can now communicate with your soldiers mentally. Communication strength scales with Bond Level.]

[You can now assign soldiers under Demon General: Novaria.]

[You may now edit the General. Assign a Title?]

[New Ability Unlocked: Shared Authority]

[Novaria can now use the Authority of Destruction. Novaria’s blood can turn living beings into Destruction Soldiers.]

Bel’s eyes slowly widened. He blinked in surprise.

Then he smiled.

This was far more than he had expected.

This wasn’t just a stronger soldier; it was like creating a second version of himself. Novaria could now lead, command, and even grow their army on her own.

He could trust her to take missions alone, to spread his will and power across the land. A true extension of his Authority.

He looked at the panel asking for a title. This would shape her path and decide the kind of warrior she would become.

So far, Novaria had mastered fire, fast, fierce, and effective. People often said fire had too many weaknesses. Water, earth, and other elements could cancel it out.

But Bel disagreed. A true fire user knew the truth. When fire reached its peak, when it burned past red and into its deepest hues, it became the most terrifying force of all.

[Title Assigned: Blazing Star]

Novaria’s aura exploded again, burning red. Flames danced around her body. Her skin shimmered with heat, and her hair, dark before, now blazed with crimson streaks.

Glowing red markings like tattoos spread over her arms and legs, forming shapes like fire runes. Her eyes shone like suns.

When the energy calmed, new messages appeared:

[Destruction Soldier]

Name: Novaria

Race: Dragon

Type: Wyvern

Rank: Archdemon

Title: Demon General

Level: 1

Attributes: Fire Mastery (MAX), Wind Mastery (MAX), Elemental Convergence, Authority of Destruction

Skills: Bond Lv. 2, Burning Soul, Wyvern’s Sovereignty, Sky Predator

Bel stared at her.

Novaria looked down at her body. She turned her hands slowly, watching them shimmer with soft red light. Her skin was warm and smooth, marked by the glowing tattoos.

She felt... different. Stronger, yes, but also calm. Balanced. Like her power was now a part of her, not something she was barely controlling.

She looked at Bel.

And then she gave him a smile, not proud or fierce, but gentle. The purest, softest, glowing smile ever seen.

She stepped forward and lowered herself to one knee in front of him.

Bel stepped closer, smiling. He placed his hand lightly on her shoulder.

The air shifted. On contact, Bel’s pressure spread when he needed, and it fell like a continent pressing on the victim.

His power poured down, vast and overwhelming. It was the same strength that had broken Mammon’s general before.

But Novaria didn’t back down. She closed her eyes, embraced the force. It didn’t crush her, instead, she accepted it like the solid earth under the sky.

Then, her own pressure began to rise. A steady, glowing red wave pulsed out from her, greeting the king’s pressure.

Bel’s smile grew wider.

"Now look at you..."

Bel looked at Novaria. She had changed so much.

But he still felt something was missing, and he knew exactly what.

He opened his inventory and pulled out an item he had kept for a long time.

[Item: Draconic Forgepass] [Use to awaken hidden power in a dragon-type.]

Two options appeared in front of him:

[Use on Self][Use on Soldier]

He didn’t hesitate.

[Use on Soldier → Novaria]

The item disappeared in a soft glow, turning into golden lights. The lights floated over to Novaria and sank into her chest.

Her body reacted right away.

A powerful wave of energy burst from her. Flames mixed with shadows rose around her, bright red and deep purple twisting together.

Novaria gasped. Her hands tightened. Her wings spread wide.

The flames curled around her, not hurting her, but becoming a part of her. Her body shook, but she didn’t fall. She stood firm.

Her eyes opened.

They were glowing blue, with hints of violet fire at the edges.

Then came the message:

[New Skill Acquired: Abyssal Fire]

[Skill Type: Elemental - Unique]

Bel watched, a smile drawing on his lips.

Just as he had expected.

The fire that could burn anything till nothing was left. And now, Novaria had it too.

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