Ember Dragon Novel Chapter 458: Dragon’s Roar

Chapter 458: Chapter 458: Dragon’s Roar

Chapter 458: Dragon’s Roar

"Oh gods, even Emir Maceij was eaten!"

"No, that can’t be!"

"He was a noble Kapikulu, a personal guard of the Grand Sultan!"

"By the Great Fla Lord, the rumors were true! That really is a Soul-Devouring Dragon!"

"That... that’s an apostle sent by the Great Fla Lord to punish sinners. He’s here to bring retribution upon us!"

Seeing Maceij barely put up any aningful resistance before being consud by the dragon fire, the fire elentals on the city walls cried out in terror, completely losing their composure.

A valiant Emir had been "eaten," the entire fla wyvern cavalry was annihilated without even engaging the enemy, and the magical ballistae were utterly ineffective—everything happening here had far exceeded the fire elentals’ expectations.

Though fire elentals were indeed a fanatically warlike race, brave on the battlefield, they weren’t foolish enough to rush to their deaths.

In the face of such a scenario, nearly all of them made the sa choice—

Flee!

Get out of here imdiately!

Leave this place occupied by the terrifying Soul-Devouring Dragon.

"Run!"

"That dragon is the embodint of sin!"

"Head to the Brass City! We must survive to report this to the Grand Sultan!"

The fire elentals shed their silk battle robes and discarded their bloodstained brass armor.

They transford their lower bodies into gray smoke and ash, desperately flying away, with many already casting teleportation spells.

As the masters of this city, there were only around 500 fire elentals in Black Iron City.

However, within the city, there were nearly 40,000 slaves from various races and planes, most of whom had been plundered by the fire elentals.

The city’s fire lizards, fire dwarves, firelings, and even human and giant slaves raised their heads, the scorching iron chains on their bodies clinking as they moved.

"That’s..."

"Oh gods, it’s the fire elentals!"

"They—they’re fleeing! The dragon is devouring the elentals!"

These slaves, who had been toiling day and night under the fire elentals’ flaming whips, their bodies covered in wounds and burns, were now witnessing sothing they had never imagined.

Normally, they were no match for the physically powerful and highly skilled elental beings.

Over ti, so of the slaves had even co to regard the fire elentals as invincible deities, branding their submission deep within their souls.

But at this mont, their worldview was shattered.

"So these elentals aren’t invincible after all!"

"They can run too!"

"And they can die!"

The once-arrogant and domineering fire elentals now scurried like lambs pursued by wolves, utterly disheveled.

There was no trace of their forr dignity and pride as the "upper-class beings of the Fire Elental Plane."

The massive red dragon ascended the city wall, stepping on the brass spire of a high tower. He spread his broad wings and let out a long roar.

"Roar—"

"Fire elentals! You will pay for your arrogance!"

"You think yourselves the masters of the Fire Elental Plane, the favored children of fla, but your long-standing arrogance has made you forget how to fear a dragon!"

Cassius bellowed the lines he had made up on the spot with overwhelming montum and eagerly opened his giant maw.

"Boom—"

The sound of tearing fabric echoed as torrents of flas burst from his mouth, rapidly expanding and filling half the sky.

"By the Great Fla Lord!"

"What is that?!"

"No—"

The fleeing fire elentals darted through the air in panic, but they couldn’t escape the searing flas chasing them.

These elentals, who had burned down countless hos, now experienced firsthand what it was like to be consud by flas, eting their end within the dragon fire.

Cassius vigorously flapped his wings, sending out scorching gusts of wind that ford a terrifying wingstorm, sweeping through the surroundings.

The sky turned into a sea of fire.

Buildings and structures on the ground were overturned by the powerful gusts, and the terrified slaves scrambled into corners to hide.

Rocks, sand, ash, and shards of tal swirled through the air.

The fire elentals hovering in the sky struggled and scread, using every bit of their strength, but they were still dragged back by the imnse force.

"What incredible power!"

"This storm..."

"No, I’m a fire elental!"

A sinister smile spread across Cassius’s lips as he opened his blood-red maw.

The fiery ocean engulfed the fire elentals once more, and a vortex of magical energy, like a black hole, appeared within his mouth, drawing the precious elental spirits into his body.

"This trip to the Fire Elental Plane wasn’t a waste—I’ve already accumulated 70 to 80 percent of the energy needed for my next hibernation."

Cassius licked his lips, which had grown warm, as he spoke.

But his goal went far beyond rely absorbing energy.

Just a few days ago, "Prince of Sacred Fla" Zaman Ruhl had led the Elental Apostles in a surprise attack on the Brass City, liberating over 100,000 slaves with the help of tunnels secretly dug by the fire dwarves. The Grand Sultan, furious, had nearly mobilized his entire force to suppress the rebellion.

The Sultan prayed to the "Prince of Evil Fla" Imix, seeking support from the malevolent elental lord.

But Zaman Ruhl wasn’t intimidated. He continued raiding fire elental cities, freeing long-oppressed slaves from their heavy chains.

Many enslaved fire dwarves, fire lizards, firelings, elental apostles, and even humans were ignited by the eternal Sacred Fla, joining the Prince of Sacred Fla’s cause. His righteousness and defiance even attracted celestial beings like gold dragons, seraphim, and star emissaries, who received tacit approval from the good-aligned gods to aid him.

The holy flas illuminated the Fire Elental Plane.

The Grand Sultan’s kingdom seed to be teetering on the brink of collapse.

But Cassius knew that, under the control of the mighty Fla Lord Kossuth, this war between good and evil would never truly end, and neither Zaman nor Imix would erge as the victor—just like the eternal, unquenchable flas.

This was a golden opportunity.

Under normal circumstances, his current strength was far from being a match for the Grand Sultan, who seemingly possessed quasi-divine power.

But with the Prince of Sacred Fla posing a significant threat, the Sultan wouldn’t dare act rashly or leave the safety of the Brass City.

Cassius had entered the Fire Elental Plane at this critical point in the Burning War, aiming to carve out a piece of the chaotic fire elental kingdom following the largest uprising led by the Prince of Sacred Fla.

"Heh..."

"Two Emirs dead, hundreds of fire elentals gone—the Grand Sultan of the Brass City must be losing his patience by now..."

"If that’s the case, let the storm rage on even harder!"

Cassius’s golden pupils narrowed slightly, flas flickering within them.

With that thought, the red dragon lightly tapped the city wall and soared into the sky. Hovering over the war-torn city, he spread his massive wings and let out a roar that echoed throughout Black Iron City.

"Roar—"

Instantly, every slave in the city raised their eyes to the sky, from fire dwarves and fire lizards to half-orcs.

Their eyes, glowing with different lights—whether fiery, coal-black, or dim yellow—locked onto the massive dragon, the flas reflecting in their pupils.

"I, Cassius, Emperor of the Ember Empire, hereby declare!"

"Submit to the Empire, and I will grant you the status of free citizens—forever!"