Chapter 977: Chapter 235: The Palace of the Duke of Hell
“Boom!”
In the molten lava pool, two colossal beings churned the magma, raising towering waves hundreds of ters high. The terrifying aftershocks swallowed everything around, leaving not even the slightest bone fragnt behind.
“Screech—”
Zareel’s great sword pierced forward, ruthlessly stabbing towards Cassius’s chest.
Cassius’s body jerked sharply, sparking a series of fire, the hard scales emitting a piercing scraping sound as shattered scales and scalding dragon blood scattered in the air.
The great sword plunged into the Red Dragon’s left chest, narrowly missing the fiercely pounding giant dragon’s heart, failing to hit the vital point.
“Roar—”
Cassius’s agonizing roar raised a magma tsunami hundreds of ters high, shattering clouds in the sky, even creating a fierce and unstoppable fiery storm.
Struggle, twist, collide.
The exceptionally wide and thick dragon wings swung in the magma, making his actions sowhat sluggish.
“Zareel, I will kill you! I will make you pay!” The Red Dragon’s roar was more like a helpless venting.
At this mont, the Hell’s song echoed louder in the sky, like the chant of cultists before apocalypse’s arrival, dyeing the entire sky with blood-red light.
Even Cassius’s Holy Day was enveloped by murky clouds, unable to let through any light, as if this world had utterly lost hope, becoming a paradise for Hell.
More and more cracks appeared on the ground, magma gushing out, splitting the earth into chunks that continued to sink endlessly.
Black sun.
Only the black sun still hung high in the sky, greedily devouring surrounding radiance, releasing countless blood-red rays, causing the world to be drenched in Hell’s will, making all things tremble and fear.
Increasingly nurous spatial rifts appeared in the sky, through which masses of devils erged, issuing greedy and ferocious growls.
Their target was Augustus; once the devils completely seized the city and activated the internal Hell array, Zareel’s transformation would proceed even faster.
“Amanata above… please bless us, please save all Thrace People from the tornt of Hell!”
“For Augustus, for Thrace!”
“Hold them back!”
The Thrace People gripped their longswords, battle axes tightly, raising those old rifles, fighting alongside the Devil Army for honor, for their shared ho, and for their last glimr of hope.
“Roar and struggle, Red Dragon, you are destined to et your ultimate fate!” Zareel laughed maniacally, stirring her longsword within the Red Dragon’s body, sending scorching dragon blood erupting like a fountain waterfall.
“Cassius, your death shall beco Augustine’s finest celebration of Hell’s descent!”
As the black sun’s shine enveloped the earth, the oppression of Hell grew stronger, Zareel’s figure also beca increasingly towering, her Burning Sky Wings overshadowing the sun.
At that mont, flas burst forth in Cassius’s eyes, veins bulged on his arm, and his spiked dragon claw suddenly gripped Zareel’s arm, its sharp points embedded with the Beheading Sword that could sever all things.
Instantly, the Red Dragon’s entire strength erupted, muscles bulged, even the cracks between scales sprayed waves of scorching fla.
“Slash—”
The sharp claw, like a blade, carried a mighty force and swiftly slashed, severing Zarriel’s arm gripping the great sword.
But within monts, Zareel’s arm was reshaped by Hellfire, becoming even stronger and more powerful—nurtured by Aphernas’s strength that reinforced this Hell Lord!
A twisted smile appeared on Zareel’s face, “It’s useless, Red Dragon, Augustus’s downfall is already irretrievable, you will never defeat !”
With a casual wave, the vast Power of Hell surged like a tide, condensing into a more terrifying Hell Greatsword.
As the great sword swept across, experiencing the terrifying law fluctuations, Cassius flapped his wings to ascend, yet the shockwave ford by Hellfire rcilessly plowed through the battlefield.
“Boom—”
Those battling against the Devil Army vanished without a trace, not evaporated by high heat, but torn apart by the concept of Judgnt itself.
As long as they were in Aphernas, Zareel’s will was supre and unstoppable, and only beings like Cassius could barely resist it.
“See, in the face of Hell, you are so powerless, Cassius, surrender your soul, you have the privilege to beco my eternal servant—” Zareel’s voice resounded across the earth, cutting through like a fierce storm.
Cassius panted heavily, muscles tensed all over, the cracks between his scales emitting dense sulfur smoke.
Those pale golden vertical pupils revealed a strange excitent; he hadn’t experienced this sensation of dancing on the edge between life and death for so long.
Cassius gazed at the sky; that black sun grew increasingly blurry, it seed to breathe like a living thing, and on it arose a tightly closed eye, appearing particularly eerie.
Piere’s extrely excited voice also rang beside his ears: “It’s almost here, the mont, the chance to kill Zareel!”
Great.
As long as he survived this last stretch, he could collaborate with Piere on the inside and outside, assassinate this Hell Duke, and completely end this war.
If he couldn’t kill Zareel, he’d have to burn the strength within him and use all ans to escape.
Thinking of this, Cassius felt his breathing hasten, his heart flooded with dragon blood pounding fiercely.
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