Chapter 468: Chapter 468: The Holy Fla Prince
Chapter 468: The Holy Fla Prince
The red dragon spread his wings, accompanied by the roar of fierce winds, his crimson figure streaking across the sky like a cot.
Cassius gazed down at the scorching, magma-filled ground below.
"Finally arrived."
"Since I’m already here in the fire elental plane, I might as well witness the legendary Brass City and the Burning War."
Billowing steam clouds churned over the blazing ground, rivers of fire and molten rock flowing across the deford, jagged terrain. Sotis, these lava rivers cascaded over cliffs, creating massive, spectacular firefalls.
The land was perpetually bathed in brilliance, with the ground, air, buildings, and even so local inhabitants constantly emitting flas.
But what obstructed visibility wasn’t the brightness, but the heat and constantly rising smoke. The hot air created shimring waves, turning distant landscapes into mirages while concealing the actual surroundings.
This was the heart of the entire fire elental plane, the hottest and most reactive area, known by locals as the "Heart of Fla."
In the distance, a magnificent city lood—situated atop a 40-mile-diater brass do, floating above a fissured obsidian continent at the plane’s core.
Rivers of fire and burning basalt steps led to the city’s heavily guarded gates.
Within the city, visibility was normal, and the plane’s harsh natural environnt was suppressed by the Sultan’s will.
This was Brass City, ho and capital of the fire elentals. It was the most renowned location within the fire elental plane and the most likely place for travelers from the Material Plane to visit.
At the city’s center stood its tallest tower and largest fountain of fire. Here was the Sultan’s Burning Palace, where he ruled over all fire elentals from the Charcoal Throne.
It was said that within this palace lay countless marvels and treasures looted by the fire elentals over millennia. But no one had ever successfully stolen even a single gold coin, as all uninvited guests were reduced to ashes by the Sultan’s wrath.
At present, Brass City was anything but peaceful.
Thousands of fire elental warriors clad in brass armor stood atop the city walls, ard with scimitars and spears, manning massive fla ballistae, ready for battle.
Outside the gates was a ragtag army comprising hundreds of thousands of fire lizard slaves, thousands of fla drakes, and dozens of multi-headed fire serpents.
Also present were devilish legions erging from portals, accompanied by fire elental elders, magma generals, and ash dukes—all summoned by Evil Fla Prince Imix.
Towering over ten ters tall, a red-skinned fire elental Pasha raised his scimitar, a symbol of glory, and shouted commands.
The roars of these wicked fire elental creatures echoed across the battlefield: "For the Fire elental Empire!" "For the Sultan!" "Offer sacrifices to the Fla Primordial!"
On the opposing side, across the fissured obsidian plain, stood the rebel army resisting the fire elentals’ rule—the Holy Fla Legion.
The legion’s composition was highly diverse, including freed slaves of fire dwarves, humans, and elves, as well as angelic warriors, armored celestial servants, and elental nobles who followed benevolent fire lords.
The most dazzling presence stood atop the obsidian peak—a figure known as the legendary benevolent fire elental lord, revered as the "Holy Fla Prince," "The Rekindled Ember," and "The Unquenchable Fire of Rebellion," Zaman Ruhl.
This elental lord had a towering and majestic physique, standing over ten ters tall, resembling a spirited young elental-blooded man.
His eyes blazed with intense light, and his hair and beard were burning flas.
Zaman Ruhl stood atop the peak, planting his spear into the ground, glaring fiercely at the fire elentals enslaving the people of the fire elental plane.
The spear’s razor-sharp tip glead under the firelight, with faint traces of blood that radiated a destructive aura.
This was the fabled "Holy Fla Spear," the weapon that had pierced the Sultan’s chest months ago.
As a fire elental lord, even as a being inclined toward good, Zaman Ruhl still embodied fire’s dangerous traits: impulsiveness, violence, and a burning desire to consu all.
His eyes burned with unquenchable flas of vengeance, directed toward all evil beings, particularly Imix, the Evil Fla Prince.
Zaman Ruhl’s feud with Imix dated back to his birth—because he was the offspring of Imix and Bresia Per, the "Princess of Eternal Fla."
Bresia Per had once been the fire elental lord but was murdered during the Chaos and Order War millennia ago.
Since then, Zaman Ruhl had inherited his mother’s will, dedicating himself to defeating Imix and restoring order and goodness to the fire elental plane.
Decades ago, Karsus noticed Imix and the Sultan’s sches and bestowed more power upon Zaman, igniting the grand Burning War.
Good-aligned forces gathered around him, even attracting an ancient gold dragon from Mount Celestia as an ally.
Cassius flapped his wings, halting midair several miles from Brass City, using his Skycalamity Dragon Eyes to observe the scene.
He saw a battlefield teeming with dense clusters of light, each like a blazing star.
"So this is the ’Holy Fla Prince’ Zaman Ruhl. Truly worthy of being the fire elental lord of the good-aligned faction."
"What terrifying power."
"That body of his is like a walking volcano, filled with explosive energy."
Cassius evaluated with awe.
[Holy Fla Prince - Zaman Ruhl]
Challenge Rating: ???
The fact that Cassius couldn’t gauge his overall strength indicated that Zaman Ruhl’s challenge rating had surpassed level 30, marking him as a pseudo-divine entity.
Even by instinct, the red dragon could sense the violent, scorching fire elent far surpassing his own elental mastery.
On the obsidian slope were powerful allies from the good-aligned faction, including the ancient gold dragon, celestial servants, and supre celestials, several of whom rivaled Cassius in strength.
The fire elentals’ side wasn’t lacking either, with archdevils and noble elental lords under Imix holding formidable power.
Cassius’ expression turned serious.
With such opponents, the Fire elental Sultan’s strength was likely greater than anticipated. Thankfully, the Sultan was severely injured, and they hadn’t reached the point of a death feud.
Observing both sides of the battlefield, Cassius couldn’t help but marvel.
"What an impressive lineup. Karsus’ handiwork, indeed. If I threw the current imperial legion into this battle, they’d barely make a ripple."
"Wait—"
Suddenly, Cassius felt several dangerously intense gazes lock onto him, causing his breathing to quicken and his massive heart to pound.
"This isn’t good."
"They’ve noticed ! No, it’s not just them!"
He realized that the attention wasn’t only coming from the obsidian peak—it was also emanating from within Brass City itself.
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