Imdiately, two dragon claws simultaneously appeared in that ghastly scar, gripping its edges on both sides.
The two giant claws exerted force in opposite directions, the motions slow but imbued with terrifying power, capable of overturning the heavens. Massive muscles bulged and tightened, emitting a deep rumble akin to thunder rolling across The Abyss.
"Ssss————"
An ominous sound echoed across the sky, akin to the world’s lantation as the crimson rift was ruthlessly twisted and torn apart by the forceful claws!
The space resembled a heavy curtain straining under an unbearable burden, torn open by brute force, revealing a gaping maw from which blinding gold-red light spewed forth, akin to a furnace.
Scattered ashes danced freely, falling through the air.
"Roar!!"
A soul-shaking roar, infused with the scents of sulfur and Purgatory, surged out from the depths of the rift, accompanied by a majestic silhouette—
It was a formidable Red Dragon, nearly eighty ters long, nearly twice the size of the Ancient Green Dragon.
First to appear was its massive and terrifying head, with four rearward-pointing horns resembling an Emperor’s Crown, and its pale golden slit pupils akin to blazing Lava Spheres, instilling terror.
Next erged a thick neck, brimming with muscle, with towering dorsal spines full of enormous spikes, displaying vibrant colors like an enormous sail.
But when the Ashen Empire’s Emperor’s form was fully exposed in this space, its imnse size truly brought despair. Every crimson scale was as if ticulously forged with Prison Iron Armor, dark red nearly black, yet internally displaying patterns reminiscent of Molten Gold.
A torso towering like a mountain, Dragon Wings obscuring the sky, and a serpentine tail appeared successively in space—this was no exaggeration, rely an objective description.
When those broad Dragon Wings unfurled, the sea of fire extended hundreds of ters outwards, rising and falling like turbulent waves.
"Oh god..."
"Tiamat above!"
"Lord of Eternal Radiance!"
At this mont, the faces of both the Sun God and Mother of Evil Dragons’ believers were dazed and incredulous as they gazed towards the sky, deeply shaken by this scene akin to a divine revelation.
How could such a Dragon exist in this world! It seed the embodint of strength and calamity; even if Tiamat descended, it would likely not be beyond this—a blasphemous thought erging in many Dragon Worship Cult followers’ minds.
So Dragon Worship Cult followers were even so overwheld by the Dragon’s might that they devoutly prostrated themselves, expressing the highest respect to the world-tearing Red Dragon that nearly caused them to join the Burning God Sect.
"Amanata above...it seems I made the right choice."
Gazing at the Red Dragon in the sky, even Adrian, who had once witnessed the Emperor, felt extre fear and a touch of relief.
——If this Emperor chose to support Tiamat, then the Seleucid people stood no chance of winning, only to be rcilessly crushed.
Yet the Empire’s players were not as shocked, having seen Cassius descend many tis previously, though they were surprised at the Emperor’s ever-growing size and power.
"Long live Cassius!"
"Tsk tsk, the Emperor really knows how to make an entrance, the showmanship in this animation keeps escalating."
"Long live the Emperor! The Empire forever!"
anwhile, above the distant forest, Erebos retracted all his power, staring intently at the Red Dragon within the sea of fire, chill light flickering in his long slit pupils, not daring to be complacent.
Eighty-ter-long Red Dragon.
Even in Erebos’s millennium-long lifespan, this Red Dragon ranked among the top three largest he had ever seen.
But the Ashen Emperor should be in his pri, whereas the other two were ancient Red Dragons dormant in Outer Planes, too old and whether they still lived was unknown.
As an Ancestor Green Dragon, Erebos knew that, amidst the Third Era when the five-colored Dragon Bloodline was weakened to its nadir, possessing such size ant possessing formidable power.
rely from the recent grand entrance, Erebos discerned the Red Dragon possessed an unparalleled physical presence and at least Legendary Level spellcasting ability.
Yet despite acknowledging its importance, Erebos felt neither fear nor lacked confidence.
——After all, he was Tiamat’s chosen, possessing the "Divine Body" of an Ancestor Green Dragon, inheriting Tiamat’s insidious cunning and brutal ferocity, believing his foundation deep, unmatched by this newly erging young Red Dragon of rely a decade.
"Variant Dragon..."
Erebos gazed at the far-off Red Dragon, cold eyes flickering, with hoarse voice seemingly echoing from endless depths of The Abyss, chilling to the bone.
"You possess exceptional Talent, destined for a radiant future, but—do you truly choose to stand against His Majesty Tiamat, becoming the enemy of the entire Five-Colored Dragon Clan, a shaful traitor?"
Accompanied by the hoarse voice, intense pressure spread, causing even cultists to tremble all over, filled with unnamable terror.
"Heh heh..."
Facing this pressure capable of driving mortals insane, Cassius remained fearless, even chuckled with so disdain.
The astonishingly massive Red Dragon gently flapped its wings, flying forward unhurriedly, observing the Ancient Green Dragon above the forest from a vantage point.
"Erebos, you are mistaken. I have always fought only for my own Empire, never submitted to any side—whether five-colored dragons or tal Dragons. Moreover..."
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