Ember Dragon

Chapter 751: Dracarys

"This green dragon is actually a Sorcerer. Looks like we have to finish this quickly."Tinia frowned slightly, then swung her claws, the tips gleaming with icy blue light.

With a swish, three ice blades charged with cold energy sliced through the air, pierced the smoke, and blasted toward the green silhouette in the sky.

But Vesuvela raised her staff, and the space beside her distorted and blurred. Her body once again turned illusory, leaving behind several faint afterimages.

"Come out! Damn coward!"

Tinia roared irritably, circling high in the air as she searched for the green dragon.

"Truly a white beast. No matter how powerful she is, it can’t change her stupidity." Vesuvela, hidden midair using Invisibility, cursed in her heart.

The green dragon gathered mana, releasing streams of acid rays from her claws, blasting toward the white dragon’s throat.

But this acid, strong enough to corrode steel, couldn’t break through the white dragon’s scales, only leaving a faint mark on the surface.

Tinia let out a low growl and instantly turned her head toward the acid’s origin, unleashing a blast of freezing breath.

"Awoo—"

The cold wind howled, and snowflakes danced through the air.

Tinia released the frost divine power of Matalotok, transforming a hundred-meter radius into a frozen tundra.

Vesuvela trembled in the chill. Her figure gradually became outlined by the frost and snow. Tinia roared, flapping her wings, and charged toward her, exuding a mighty draconic aura.

At that moment, the green dragon finally realized how powerful the white dragon was—and understood why Volcanis had fallen to her claws.

This white dragon’s ice magic was terrifying. A single mistake could turn one into an ice sculpture, losing all combat ability.

Her body was also absurdly tough. Ordinary spells couldn’t penetrate her defenses, her speed was astonishing, and in melee, she could overpower even an adult red dragon.

Where is her weakness?

"By Tiamat, what kind of monster is this!" Vesuvela cursed.

Feeling the oppressive draconic aura and the creeping cold freezing her body, the green dragon panicked and flapped her wings frantically to escape.

At the same time, she waved her staff, summoning a blazing wall of fire in midair. Lightning crackled, blocking Tinia’s path.

After casting several spells in a row, Vesuvela had consumed a significant amount of mana. Yet the white dragon remained full of energy, as if the previous dozen rounds of battle had never happened.

Staring at the silhouette charging through barrier after barrier with howling wind, Vesuvela clenched her teeth.

"No, this place has become that white dragon’s domain. If this continues, I’ll lose for sure—without even a chance to fight back."

At that moment, the white dragon had already broken through the lightning and pounced toward the green dragon, a torrent of cold breath blasting from her mouth.

"I have to relocate!" Vesuvela tapped the space in front of her with her staff. The surrounding air twisted again, and her form began to blur.

In a flash, the green dragon’s figure appeared in a distant forest, while Tinia once again lunged in vain.

Tinia stared coldly at the green dragon. "Vesuvela, you’ve crossed the boundary of the duel. According to draconic tradition—you’ve lost."

"No, it’s not over yet!" Vesuvela snarled viciously, pointed her staff at Tinia, and quickly chanted in Draconic.

"Draconic Starfall (Draconic)!"

The magic gem atop the golden staff flared with dazzling light, and mana in the air surged violently.

The glow in the sky condensed into radiant stars. They dragged streaks of light across the heavens, forming dazzling threads that rained down toward the white dragon.

"Very well."

Tinia sneered and nodded. She spread her broad wings, her expression arrogant.

"Since you dared covet my master’s bloodline, green dragon—I’ll show you the difference between us and make you surrender wholeheartedly!"

Before her words had even faded, cold erupted like a dam breaking, engulfing the sky and snuffing out the falling stars.

Then, Tinia flapped her wings and transformed into a white blur, charging into the depths of the forest, a trail of frost coating everything in her path.

The green dragons in Lake Twar exchanged glances, then hid their figures and one after another slipped into the forest, merging with the lush greenery.

"White dragon, you’re strong."

Vesuvela said coldly, "But this is my domain. I’ll show you why those lowly humans call me the ’Queen of the Woods’!"

As she spoke, the green dragon raised her golden staff, chanting in Draconic. The pale green gem at the tip shone with divine light, illuminating the surroundings.

"Greater Plant Animation! (Draconic)"

Instantly, the forest came alive.

Vines grew rapidly, twisting like serpents. Trees swayed like phantoms, creaking eerily. Everything in the woods let out hoarse howls toward the white dragon.

Just as Tinia was about to charge, dozens of living giant trees swung their branches in her way. Thousands of vines wrapped around her, binding her like a dumpling.

Vesuvela seized the chance, pointing her staff as a beam of necrotic energy shot toward the white dragon.

"Ray of Enfeeblement! (Draconic)"

But empowered by her ancestral bloodline, Tinia’s magic resistance was monstrous. Even a 7th-tier spell like Ray of Enfeeblement only slowed her briefly.

Relying on her mighty dragon body, Tinia tore the vines apart with brute strength, letting out a roar of overwhelming force.

"Awoo—"

Seeing this, Vesuvela panicked. She raised her claw, holding her staff high.

"Boom!"

Countless branches and vines shot up from the ground, forming a thick wall blocking Tinia’s path.

Matalotok’s frost divine power burst forth. Instantly, the forest filled with cold and fog. Everything within a hundred meters around Tinia froze.

"Crack—"

A crisp sound rang out. The wall shattered and collapsed. Tinia roared as she charged at the green dragon. "Vesuvela, face reality! Everything you are is worthless before the great Emperor!"

Yet this time, Vesuvela didn’t flee. She gritted her teeth, stared at the figure in the smoke, and muttered, "Even the strongest dragon has a weakness. I refuse to believe you can resist this!"

As Tinia burst through the smoke, the crystal pendant on Vesuvela’s chest emitted a strange light that shot into the white dragon’s vertical pupils.

"Curse of the Dragon Heart!"

A mind-affecting spell specifically for dragons—it makes the enemy see their most desired object. For most dragons, that meant mountains of gold.

Greed was hardwired into all dragons. Few could resist this spell, often falling into it helplessly.

"This is..."

Instantly, Tinia froze. Her head bowed respectfully, tail wagging furiously, all of her earlier rage gone.

Her face was filled with obsession and madness. Drool dripped from her mouth as she murmured, "Master, Master, you’re finally..."

"Hmph. Foolish white beast. You’ll never change your lowly nature!"

Vesuvela sneered at the entranced white dragon, first scoffing, then grinning with glee.

Strike while she’s down—

This was the perfect opportunity!

Vesuvela shouted, "Pamela, Matilda—now! Make her pay for her arrogance!"

"Awoo!"

Before her words even faded, several green dragons appeared from the depths of the forest, moving like shadows.

They opened their massive jaws filled with acid and pounced from all directions, aiming at Tinia’s throat, belly, and other vital spots.

Vesuvela pulled out a poisoned dagger, enchanted with spells, and stabbed toward the white dragon’s head without hesitation. "Since you insist on standing in my way, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

But the sound of flesh tearing didn’t come.

Instead, the ambushing green dragons let out miserable howls, their mouths full of blood and broken teeth.

"Awoo—"

Realizing something was wrong, Vesuvela flapped her wings and retreated, shielding the other green dragons behind her.

A layer of icy crystal had formed on the white dragon’s body, like armor, encasing her completely.

A cold current swept across the ground. Tinia suddenly opened her eyes and woke up. She was dazed at first, then filled with unprecedented rage.

"You—you dare... disturb me at such a moment!!"

And this rage... didn’t seem to be aimed at the green dragons’ sneak attack, but at them waking her up.

Vesuvela looked panicked but also puzzled.

Was this white dragon insane? She actually wanted to stay in the illusion—and blamed them for ruining it?

"Damn lunatic dragon," Vesuvela cursed, raising her staff again and chanting in Draconic. The trees in the forest grew wildly, charging toward the white dragon.

The green dragons dropped their disguises, flapping their wings and launching a frenzied attack from every direction.

"Awoo! Damn green dragons, I’ll make you pay!"

Tinia howled in fury. In her rage, cold energy exploded like a flood, instantly engulfing the green dragons.

They struggled with all their might, but to no avail. Their movements slowed until they were frozen solid and fell from the sky.

"This level of ice magic... she’s insane. That white dragon’s completely insane!"

Vesuvela panicked, hastily chanting a teleportation spell—but everything was already blanketed in white. Even space itself was frozen.

As Tinia slowly approached, the green dragon shivered in the freezing wind. "Don’t come any closer! My father is an ancient green dragon, blessed by Her Majesty Tiamat..."

But Tinia only stared hungrily at the pendant on her chest, licking her lips.

Realizing this, Vesuvela quickly tore the pendant off and shouted, "Let me go! I’ll sell you this Heart of Greed! It’s a treasure from the divine realm..."

"Boom!"

A blue light flared in Tinia’s palm. With a single slap, she sent the green dragon flying dozens of meters, smashing through trees. Half her body was frozen.

"Buy it?"

Tinia flipped Vesuvela over and yanked the crystal pendant from her neck, scoffing.

"You’re a chromatic dragon. Why buy something you can steal?"

In just a few moves, Tinia stripped the wealthy green dragon bare, looting all her magical equipment, then nodded with satisfaction.

"This is your punishment for violating our sacred draconic traditions," the white dragon declared righteously, staring at the now naked green dragon.

Tinia rose into the air above the forest, and in moments returned to Lake Twar. She let out a long roar, looking down on the remaining female dragons.

"Vesuvela has lost. She defied the rules and disrespected our sacred traditions. She’s been punished accordingly."

"Among you—who still dares to challenge me?"

Silence. Dead silence.

The remaining female dragons stared at the massive Tinia, who barely looked like a white dragon, and began to waver.

Volcanis and Vesuvela were among the strongest of the chromatic dragons, and even they were defeated so easily. What chance did they have?

With that thought, the chromatic dragons flapped their wings and, under Tinia’s gaze, flew south one after another.

Just then, a powerful voice echoed from afar, like a volcano about to erupt.

"And me."

The air filled with the scent of sulfur and pumice. The climate grew hotter. The ice on Lake Twar began to melt rapidly.

"That’s..."

Tinia’s expression grew serious. She felt a presence far more powerful than the other female dragons. That draconic aura even suppressed her slightly.

The chromatic dragons all turned toward the voice, their faces filled with shock and schadenfreude.

"That’s... ’Rampaging Scorchflame’ Dracarys?"

"She came too?"

A massive figure appeared in the distance—a red dragon nearly thirty meters long.

Her entire body was covered in crimson scales, wreathed in thick smoke. Her muscular frame exuded both power and grace.

Her head was always held high, golden eyes brimming with arrogant disdain for all other life.

Even among dragons, her arrogance was unmatched.

This was Dracarys, a noble adult red dragon, said to carry Tiamat’s ancient blood.

At the same time, she was also known as the infamous ’Rampaging Scorchflame’, who once destroyed a dwarven city in a frenzy, causing endless tragedy.

The chromatic dragons were shocked by Dracarys’s arrival because she had never cared for divine favor—she even rejected Tiamat’s personal invitation.