Ember Dragon Novel Chapter 453: The Soul-Devouring Dragon

Chapter 453: Chapter 453: The Soul-Devouring Dragon

Chapter 453: The Soul-Devouring Dragon

"T-that..."

"Mighty dragon, can you let

go now?"

The fire elental noble asked humbly, his crimson face showing a smile more pitiful than tears.

After witnessing that terrifying scene, he only wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible, to escape this extrely fearso dragon and avoid any further involvent.

"Of course."

Cassius replied calmly.

The red dragon loosened his giant claw, releasing the trapped fire elental noble.

"Thank you for your rcy."

"G-goodbye, mighty dragon."

Hamid sighed with relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

The fire elental noble frantically flew through the air, sparks trailing from his lower body.

"By the Great Fla Lord."

"I’ll never return to this cursed City of Iron again. A dragon this terrifying actually exists here..."

Hamid muttered to himself, his face filled with gratitude for narrowly escaping death.

"Whoosh—"

A scorching wind roared past.

An ominous feeling suddenly arose within Hamid, and he stiffly turned his head.

"N-no way..."

He saw the massive red dragon flapping his wings, closing the distance within a few breaths. He could even feel the sulfur-laden breath.

"I’ve forgiven your first cri—hunting my followers."

"But a cri is a cri, and now it’s ti to address your second offense: insulting

to my face."

The red dragon swung his claw mid-air, and a shimring force field once again imprisoned the despairing fire elental.

This was just an experint by Cassius.

In his past life, players had discussed on forums the possibility of trapping and releasing a fire elental repeatedly—could it result in unlimited wishes?

"But... can you give

a second wish as compensation?"

Damn it!

Greedy reptile!

Hamid roared internally, his fury surging, but there was nothing he could do.

He couldn’t even struggle, let alone resist.

The fire elental noble, who usually burned, pillaged, and killed at will, destroying entire villages on a whim, was now tasting the bitterness of being a victim.

Even though he had ntally cursed the red dragon a thousand tis over, Hamid still forced himself to lift his head and plead, "Mighty dragon, please spare !"

"I have no intention of deceiving you. The Wish Spell is extrely precious to us genies—I can only cast it once every few years."

So, no chance to exploit a bug.

I should’ve tried, "Give

three more wishes." Even if it failed, it would’ve been a fun experint.

Cassius shook his head and sighed.

"Sigh, you refuse to compensate

and still want to live. You’re putting

in a difficult position."

"Mighty dragon, I can give you all my wealth, everything in the city—"

The fire elental shouted anxiously.

But Cassius ignored him and continued speaking.

"Fine, I’ll lower my standards and grant you a wish you can fulfill right now."

"What wish?"

"I want a fire elental noble’s elental core."

"That’s not—"

Hamid’s face contorted with anger and fear. He managed to shout one last line before being consud by dragonfire.

The raging tongues of fla engulfed his body, disintegrating his outer shell and leaving behind only a flickering elental core resembling a dancing fla.

It contained not only pure fire elental energy but also the essential power of the inner plane.

The Emir of the City of Iron, the noble fire elental Malik—Hamid Abdul—was no more.

His soul might have returned to the embrace of the Fla Lord, but his body had undoubtedly beco part of the red dragon’s feast.

"Roar—"

Cassius raised his head high and let out a long, resounding roar.

He felt the imnse energy coursing through him and unleashed scorching flas, declaring his arrival to the entire Fire Elental Plane.

"By the Great Fla Lord—"

"He really did it..."

"He—he devoured an Emir!"

"By the Great Fla Lord, Lord Hamid was like a lamb to the slaughter!"

"That’s no ordinary dragon. He devoured a fire elental noble—he’s the Soul-Devouring Dragon!"

From the magma streams, fire dwarves in caves, and the remnants of the City of Iron, fire elentals gazed up at the colossal red dragon and cried out in shock.

The death of an Emir was a significant event but not enough to cause a sensation.

But a fearso dragon from the Material Plane that easily crushed and devoured a fire elental noble? That was a rarity.

News of this event spread rapidly across the Burning Wasteland.

Within a few days, the locals were telling the tale:

A red dragon, larger than an ancient dragon, had descended upon the City of Iron.

He destroyed more than half the city, killed over a hundred fire elentals, and devoured a noble Emir.

The title of "Soul-Devouring Dragon" quickly spread, becoming a nightmare for the local fire elentals.

However, few residents knew the origin of this red dragon, leading to rampant speculation.

So said he was an emperor from the Material Plane, others claid he was a descendant of Tiamat, and so believed he was an ally summoned by the fire dwarves.

Scorched Plains, Brass Fortress.

"Has he arrived yet?"

"Don’t be afraid."

"Everyone, be patient. He has accepted the invitation."

Inside the elegantly crafted brass palace, fire dwarves gathered nervously, their expressions solemn.

The table was laden with fine wines, delicacies, and piles of glittering gold and jewels, clearly prepared for a grand feast.

But despite the tempting fare, no one dared touch it. The invited imperial officers and soldiers stood silently.

"Apologies."

A magnetic voice echoed.

The fire dwarves, officers, and soldiers imdiately turned toward the entrance.

Cassius, in human form, appeared at the palace doors, a polite smile on his handso face.

"I had so matters to attend to. Thank you all for waiting."

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

"Invincible in battle!"

"The great red dragon who devours genies!"

The gathered officers and soldiers cheered fanatically, creating waves of enthusiasm.

Shalin, flanked by fire dwarves, stepped forward respectfully and said:

"Your Majesty Cassius, congratulations on another great victory. The entire Burning Wasteland witnessed your power."

Cassius nodded in acknowledgnt and said calmly, "Thank you for your kind invitation, Lord Shalin."

"Your Majesty, please, co inside. We’ve prepared the finest wines and delicacies for you."

Shalin bowed slightly and escorted the human-shaped dragon into the palace.

Deep within his eyes lay unprecedented tension and gravity—this feast might determine the fate of the Brass Fortress and the thousands of fire dwarves under his command.