Chapter 1191 - 346: Contradictions and Conflict
"Pfft!"
Under intense pressure, the Ancient Gold Dragon felt an iron taste welling up from deep in its throat, blood gushed out, and its bones almost crushed. It struggled to lift its head, its voice hoarse.
"You’ve misunderstood, as an ally, I just wanted to confirm your injuries..."
"Confirm injuries?"
Cassius bared his blood-stained fangs, sneering coldly: "Confirm injuries and you need to conceal yourself? Do you need to cast a spell on yourself? Do you take me for a fool like a White Dragon?"
Dionysus stared into the Red Dragon Emperor’s eyes, spitting blood, forcing a bitter smile: "Your Majesty Cassius, pardon my bluntness, you cannot control this malicious divinity. You already possess such immense strength, why continue to covet the divine powers of the deities?
Once your mind is influenced by Tiamat’s divinity, you are very likely to get hurt by this power, causing huge destruction to the Material Plane. Please believe me... the great Lord of the Northwind is more fit to guard this Broken Horn. If you allow me to take it back to the Divine Realm...."
Cassius stepped forward, heavily stamping on the Ancient Gold Dragon’s shoulder, angrily laughing instead: "Attempting to ambush an ally and snatch trophies, is this what you call an ally? I have clearly overestimated the bottom line of you Metal Dragons!"
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the Ancient Gold Dragon let out a mournful cry, its scapula suddenly shattered, the shoulder being trampled into a bloody mess, and warm dragon blood splattered out from the gaps in its scales.
"Spare him!"
"Your Majesty Cassius, we beg you to spare Dionysus’ life! His offense doesn’t warrant death!"
The Metal Dragons waved their wings chaotically, letting out cries, yet dared not get close, for fear of offending this Red Dragon Emperor.
Yet Misha, Dolores, and other high-ranking members of the Empire glared at the Metal Dragons with hostility, roaring in anger: "You dare attempt to ambush His Majesty! Who gave you such courage?"
"Metal Dragons, is this how you repay your savior? If not for His Majesty Cassius, you would all die here!"
"They are the enemy!"
In an instant, millions of Imperial soldiers halted, countless dark cannons and gun barrels aimed at those Metal Dragons, their eyes filled with rage.
Dionysus softly said: "Your Majesty Cassius, I am an envoy of His Majesty Bahamut, you cannot—"
"Rip—"
The crisp sound echoed across the sky, and the Red Dragon Emperor suddenly exerted force, tearing the Ancient Gold Dragon’s wings apart, brutally ripping them, sending flesh and blood flying.
Dionysus let out a piercing wail, fainting instantly from the excruciating pain, blood gushing out from the hideous tear, pooling into a small lake.
Even for an Ancient Gold Dragon skilled in spells, such wounds would take at least a century to gradually heal, but its Dragon Wings would never regain their former agility.
Cassius glanced at it and then ignored it, only warning coldly: "I should have killed him, but for the recent aid from His Majesty Bahamut, I spared his life."
The Red Dragon Emperor flapped its broad Dragon Wings, suddenly soaring into the sky, kicking up gales carrying yellow sand.
"Metal Dragons, this is just a warning, do not meddle, stand in the way of the Empire’s advancement, or—no matter who you are, you will only be mercilessly crushed by the wheels of history."
His deep and resonant voice echoed high in the air, shaking hearts, causing the Golden Dragons, Silver Dragons, and Brass Dragons to be filled with fear and panic.
Accompanied by a deafening roar, the Red Dragon Emperor tore through space, vanishing into the sky.