Chapter 460: Chapter 382 Wish Magic of the Giant Spirits Chapter 460: Chapter 382 Wish Magic of the Giant Spirits Upon hearing Cassius’s question, Hamid, held in the giant claw, trembled all over and called out in a shaky voice:
“You, you can’t kill !”
“Why not?”
“I am an Emir appointed by the Great Sultan of the City of Brass! If you kill … you will be declaring war against the entire Empire of the Fire Giants!”
The nobility of the Fire Giants tried to muster up so courage, but the fear in his eyes was still unmistakable.
Cassius imdiately laughed out loud.
“Ha ha…”
“In a situation like this, do you really think your Great Sultan would bother with a little Emir like you?”
His words were filled with confidence, as if he had completely mastered the situation, showing no fear of the Sultan.
The reason he had specifically chosen to co to the Fire Elental Plane at this mont was to recall the famous event from his previous life—the Burning War.
The Great Sultan of the City of Brass was indeed imnsely powerful.
He stood at the peak of legend, close to possessing pseudogod power. He had allied with the Great Devils of Hell and relied on the evil Fire Elental Master, Prince of Evil Fire, Imix.
Under his brutal tyranny, fire giants wielding scimitars had plundered nurous planes, enslaving many races, and established a vast empire that spanned the Fire Elental Plane, even defeating the expeditionary army from Fadlan.
But the glory of the Fire Giants was not immortal.
The true master behind the Fire Elental Plane, the Master of Fire, Kasus, who possessed divine power, would not allow the Prince of Evil Fire to fully control the Fire Elental Plane and covet His divine throne. Thus, He sent the Pure Flas to cleanse all.
Since the year 1768 of the Third Era, the benevolent Lord of the Fire Elentals, Prince of the Holy Fla, Zaman Roul, had launched an uprising, uniting many fire dwarves, elental apostles, and extraterrestrial races enslaved by the Fire Giants.
They ford an organization called the “Holy Fla” and engaged in an endless battle with the evil Fire Elental Prince, Imix.
The war continued, and the flas of vengeance and rebellion spread across the Fire Elental Plane, while the Sultan dared not easily leave the City of Brass.
“Or perhaps… would he declare war on for your sake? Risking offending a powerful Red Dragon?”
Upon hearing this, the Fire Giant noble’s face turned pale, and a hint of despair appeared in his coal-like eyes.
Because the Red Dragon was right.
As a prodigal noble, becoming an Emir governing a city was only because of the tense war at the front lines, with the powerful Fire Giants being deployed to participate in the war.
“Oh, right.”
Sothing occurred to Cassius, and his face suddenly showed an interested expression.
“Now that I’ve captured you, if I release you—do I get three wishes?”
As the natural rulers of the Elental Plane, giant spirits not only had formidable physiques and spellcasting abilities but also gained the power of “wishing” from the essence of the Inner Plane.
This is why Fire Giants were also called “Fire Mythical Creatures” by people.
The power to grant wishes had beco legendary among mortals, and only the noble class of giants could do this. They could grant one to three wishes to a non-giant living being.
But there were invisible limits to wish magic, and exceeding this limit would result in disastrous forms.
Therefore, in the previous life, Fire Giants were also called “Wishing Machines” by players, and under normal circumstances had to be summoned with God-Praying Candles, carrying significant risks.
“Yes, my Lord!”
“I, I can also offer you a wish!”
Like grasping at the last straw, Hamid hurriedly responded, fearing the Red Dragon would devour him whole.
“But…”
His tone hesitated slightly.
“Great Dragon, my power is too weak. With each contract, I can only grant a single wish to another being.”
“Whether you desire gold and silver treasures or fine wine and delicacies, I can procure them for you.”
The Fire Giant noble displayed an ingratiating smile on his bright red face, discarding any semblance of noble dignity in the face of death.
“Only one? How disappointing…”
“And don’t you think I lack gold, silver, jewels, or fine wine and delicacies?”
The Fire Giant was on the verge of tears.
“Of, of course not.”
“Great Dragon, I was presumptuous.”
The fleeting curiosity passed, and Cassius felt sowhat bored.
A single wish might be incredibly precious for mortals, a chance to change destiny, but for a Red Dragon, it was just so-so.
Wish magic typically worked by simulating any spell in the world.
If the aim couldn’t be achieved through simulated spells, the wish might fail, requiring a significant price, often manifesting in bizarre ways.
“How about…”
“… this wish?”
After a mont of thought, Cassius made up his mind—with so many Fire Giants here, wishing opportunities abounded.
“Tell , where will the Vengeful Demon Jezarslack descend?”
“This…”
“Great Dragon, perhaps you should reconsider…”
The Fire Giant noble’s smile froze, and scorching sweat trickled down his forehead.
Abyssal Demons.
Extrely chaotic and evil beings.
Anyone of sound mind would avoid involving themselves with such creatures.
And the demon targeted by this nacing dragon was likely a powerful and insane Demon Lord.
But at the utterance of the Red Dragon’s words, the power of the Laws of the Inner Plane surged forth, urging him to make a wish.
And Cassius’s relentless gaze bore into him, the invisible Dragon’s Might overflowing, leaving no room for negotiation.
If facing mortals, he might have a chance to twist their wishes or deceive the laws.
But this dragon was watching intently, and his life hung by a thread.
“Lord of Flas…”
“…let survive this.”
Hamid silently prayed, his expression looking worse than crying. Finally, he clasped his hands together and reluctantly began his wish.
“I wish to see where Jezarslack will descend?”
A powerful force surged.
The Fire Giant noble’s turban fluttered in the wind, and the golden earrings swayed slightly.
The miracle of the wish happened.
Reality was twisted by the wish, and a high-level divination spell was ford by that force, cast in a wondrous manner.
“Whoosh—”
An enormous magic image appeared in mid-air.
The background showed undulating mountain ranges and dark rocks, with a particularly majestic peak over a kiloter high at the center of the scene.
“This is…”
“Mount Thierry?”
Cassius instantly recognized it as the main peak of the Ancytica Mountains, known to the Northerners as the “King of the Snowy Mountains,” Mount Thierry.
Soon, the blue sky suddenly darkened.
A massive black claw tore through the sky, creating an abyssal vortex hundreds of ters wide, from which countless bizarre and grotesque demons poured forth.
They surged like a tide, their ugly forms occluding the day, plunging the land into darkness.
“Cassius—”
“Welco the fate of the end—”
The hoarse, deep voice sounded, and Cassius imdiately recognized it as the Vengeful Demon Jezarslack.
“Sss… shh…”
It appeared as though the projected image was affected by so power, and chaotic images like flying mosquitoes appeared on the screen before it abruptly cut off.
“Oh? Quite persistent, choosing to invade the Anzeta Great Wilderness again, huh…”
“It seems this body of mine is quite attractive to him.”
“Looks like it’s a prophecy for two years later. In that case, I’ll end it all in Anzeta…”
Cassius gazed at the orange-red sky of the Fire Elental Plane, the flas flickering in his pale gold pupils.
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