Ashen Dragon

Chapter 344: Chapter 268 Scarlet Blade (I)
 

Beside an unremarkable hill on the battlefield, a severely injured Silver Dragon lay dying on the ground.

Olivia’s eyes were tightly shut, emitting painful groans and muffled screams.

Her slender body, over ten meters long, was curled up in a ball, with Chaos Fog spreading from the wounds on her wings to all parts of her body, continuously eroding her flesh.

Suddenly, a silver radiance fell, dispersing the Abyssal Energy. Then, beams of golden light descended, causing the wounds to slowly heal, new flesh growing.

Cassius held the “Wind of Bahamut” in his claws and cast the Dragon’s Breath spell, silently standing beside the Silver Dragon.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke:

“Why did you do this?”

Olivia struggled to open her eyes, her blue-gray eyes filled with stubbornness: “I once swore in my heart, I would save you.”

“I’m not like you… a liar.”

Her words were intermittent, yet extraordinarily firm.

“Naive, overconfident, self-styled savior, you possess all the stubborn traits, or rather, virtues of your Silver Dragon race.”

“But… it’s rather adorably foolish.”

Staring intently at the young Silver Dragon, who had been miserably deceived by him but had come to his aid in a critical moment, Cassius’s expression was complex.

His pale golden vertical pupils flickered slightly, uncertain about what he was thinking.

Olivia’s eyelids trembled. She slightly bent her neck, trying to raise her head to see the Red Dragon’s expression, but in the end, she fell weakly back onto the ground.

“So… is it all over?”

“It will be over soon.”

Cassius answered calmly.

As if satisfied with the answer, Olivia’s eyelids finally couldn’t hold up any longer, quivering a few times before slowly closing.

Olivia fell into a deep coma, her battered body slightly rising and falling with her breaths, she was too exhausted.

The Red Dragon once again spread his wings, an unwittingly feral grin crossing his face.

“But… before that, we need to catch a few rats hiding in the shadows first.”

…

At a crevice in the Prime Material World, inside an Other-Dimensional Space temporarily created by spellcasters.

“Are you crazy?”

“Look carefully! That Red Dragon is the one who defeated the formidable ‘Wings of Silver’ Osedro!”

“Tens of thousands of gold coins are not worth the cost of our lives, not to mention our dear employer has been taken by an abyssal demon!”

An anxious female voice rang out.

Speaking was a woman in a white robe, her body full and curvaceous, Ingrid Garses, the Legendary Light Priestess of the “Scarlet Blade.”

Dex Flamgold tightened his grip on the Great Sword in his hand, his eyes blazing as he spoke in a deep voice:

“He indeed defeated Osedro, but that doesn’t mean he still has that strength now!”

“That Red Dragon has gone through such an intense battle, he’s likely running on fumes now. This is our best chance to slay a dragon!”

“Think about it, this is a dragon that defeated Osedro, who is reputedly Tiamat’s ‘Dragon Prince’!”

“Once we chop off his head, our names will go down in history, the renown of the Scarlet Blade will spread across the Fianso Continent, and even the entire multiverse! We will become heroes of the righteous, with Emperor Amanata himself extending an olive branch to us!”

Dex’s voice grew increasingly urgent, increasingly excited, as if he had already envisioned that glorious and beautiful future.

The members of Scarlet Blade gazed through the magic image, seeing the Red Dragon indeed covered in wounds, his body listless, seemingly no longer possessing his earlier intimidating presence.

A tall man, his upper body bare and covered with scarlet tattoos, picked up his battle axe, snorting steam from his nostrils—that was the Legendary Barbarian, Rano.

“Boss, I’ll follow your lead!”

“It’s just a big Red Dragon, I can still slay him!”

Ingrid frowned, still feeling uneasy, and questioned again: “Even if we succeed in slaying the dragon, how do we escape untouched? There are thousands of Dragon Vein Descendants here!”

Dex said proudly, “We have a Legendary Spellcaster here.”

Dressed in a blue-black robe, Klein gently caressed the Crystal Ball of True Knowledge in his hand, speaking softly, “Among the Red Dragon’s retainers, none can cast Ninth Tier Spells. If I want to escape, they can’t stop me.”

“They can’t catch shadows either.”

A shadow gradually rose, transforming into a lean human figure dressed in black—that was the Legendary Ranger, Nether Tracker Grom Desley, the most mysterious member of Scarlet Blade.

Dex surveyed the team, then turned to the hesitant Ingrid: “How about it?”

“Take a gamble with us.”

“This Red Dragon has sown endless evil and war, and now is the best chance to slay him!”

The eyes of this Vengeance Knight glinted with a faint light.

Though he chased after profit as a mercenary, he also remembered his oath, never letting any evildoer go, especially when it could bring him fame and fortune?

“You crazy gamblers.”

Ingrid was silent for a long time before she spat out a line.

Suddenly, the Priestess’s eyes widened, her face turned pale, and her voice trembled slightly.

“You, you look there.”

“He… he seems to have found us!”

Ingrid extended a trembling finger, pointing to the magic image behind Dex.

The Red Dragon was grinning ferociously, his pale golden vertical pupils seeming to penetrate the space barrier, meeting her gaze from afar.

Ingrid was utterly convinced.

That was the gaze of a hunter watching its prey.

Dex frowned, crossing his arms, somewhat displeased, and said: “Ingrid, are you overthinking?”

Grom also chuckled and added, “We are in an Other-Dimensional Space created by Klein. Even a Legendary Spellcaster would find it very difficult to perceive our presence, let alone find our trail.”

Next, sudden changes occurred.

“Boom—”

A deafening roar sounded, followed by the ripping of fabric.

The members of Scarlet Blade, not expecting the sudden upheaval, appeared somewhat flustered, but their extensive experience as Legendary Professionals quickly had them ready for battle, prepared to face the formidable enemy.

Ingrid raised her scepter, releasing dazzling radiance; Dex grew wings, transforming into an Avenging Angel surrounded by Aurora; Rano roared loudly, becoming a Primal Warrior with runes flowing all over his body; Grom shrouded himself in strands of supernatural shadows.

The group looked up, inhaling sharply.

The Red Dragon tore through the world’s barrier with his claws, creating a massive, ragged rift at the top of this Other-Dimensional Space.

His enormous dragon head pushed through, looking down on them, pale golden vertical pupils seemingly ablaze with fire.

“Hello there…”

“Long time, Dragon Slayers.”