Ashen Dragon-Chapter 476 - 398 Prince of the Holy Flame
Chapter 476: Chapter 398 Prince of the Holy Flame
Chapter 476 -398 Prince of the Holy Flame
The Red Dragon spread its wings, its scarlet silhouette streaking across the sky like a comet amidst the howling wind.
Cassius gazed down upon the fiery landscape below, where lava flowed endlessly.
“Finally arrived….”
“Since I’ve come to the Fire Elemental Plane, I must witness the legendary City of Brass and the…Burning War.”
High-temperature steam clouds roiled over the flame-spewing land, with rivers of fire and lava traversing the deformed, hideous surface, sometimes cascading down cliffs to form enormous, majestic firefalls.
This place was always bathed in radiance; the ground, air, buildings, and even some of the local inhabitants constantly emitted flames.
But it was not the bright light that caused visual impairment, but rather the effect of heat and perpetually smoky atmosphere. The heat distorted the air, causing mirages at the edge of the observer’s vision, hiding the true environment in the distance.
Here lay the heart of the entire Fire Elemental Plane, the hottest, most dynamically reactive spot, known to the local inhabitants as the “Heart of Flame.”
And in the distance stood a magnificent city—this city perched atop a forty-mile-diameter brass hemisphere, hovering above a cracked obsidian continent at the center of the Fire Elemental Plane.
Burning basalt steps and rivers of fire led into the heavily guarded city gates.
Inside the city, vision was normal, and the plane’s agonizing natural environment was subdued by the Great Sultan’s will.
This was the City of Brass, the home and capital of the Fire Giants. It was the most famous region on the Fire Elemental Plane and the place most likely to be visited by travelers from the Prime Material Plane.
At the city’s center stood the tallest tower and the largest flame fountain. It was also home to the Great Sultan’s burning palace, from where he ruled all Fire Giants seated on a charcoal throne.
It was said that within that palace were incredible wonders and immeasurable treasures plundered by the Fire Giants over thousands of years, but no one had ever successfully taken even a single gold coin from there, as any uninvited guests were reduced to ashes by the Great Sultan’s wrath.
At this moment, the City of Brass found itself in turmoil.
On the city walls stood thousands of Fire Giant warriors clad in brass armor, wielding scimitars, spears, and manning great flaming crossbows, all in a state of high alert.
Outside the city gates, a motley army of hundreds of thousands of Fire Lizard slaves, thousands of Fire Drakes, and dozens of multi-headed Fire Hydra Lizards were assembled.
Additionally, legions of devils from Hell emerged from portals, and the Fire Element Elders, Magma Generals, and Duke of Smoke sent by the Prince of Evil Fire, Imister, were also arrayed before them.
Scarlet giants over ten meters tall—the Pashas of the Fire Giants—raised their scimitars, symbols of honor, and let out loud shouts.
These evil fire elemental creatures roared and bellowed, “For the Empire of the Fire Giant Spirits!” “For the Great Sultan!” “Sacrifice to the Lord of Flames!” their voices resounding through the sky.
On the opposite side, on the cracked obsidian continent, stood the uprising army against the Fire Giants’ rule—the Holy Flame Legion.
Their ranks included emancipated slaves of various races such as Fire Dwarfs, humans, and elves, Blaze Angels and Armored Divine Servants from Heaven, and also Elemental Apostles and Elemental Nobles who followed good-aligned fire elemental masters.
The most dazzling presence was atop the peak of the obsidian mountain—the legendary good-aligned fire elemental master, revered as the “Prince of the Holy Flame,” “Resurgence Ashes,” and “The Eternal Flame of Rebellion,” Zaman Roul.
This Elemental Archon was tall and mighty, standing over ten meters. His appearance resembled a spirited young elemental kin.
His eyes emitted intense light, and his hair and beard burned fiercely.
Zaman Roul stood proudly with his long spear, glaring angrily at the Fire Giants who enslaved the people of the Fire Elemental Plane.
The spear’s razor-sharp point glimmered in the firelight, with faint traces of blood that exuded a menacing aura of destruction.
This was the legendary “Holy Flame Longspear,” a divine artifact that pierced the Great Sultan’s chest months ago.
As the master of fire elementals, even though he inclined towards good alignment, Zaman Roul possessed all the hazardous traits of fire: frenzy, ferocity, and the ability to incinerate everything.
His eyes were always filled with the flames of vengeance, seemingly never to be extinguished, reflecting his hatred for all evil beings, especially Imister, the Prince of Evil Fire.
Zaman Roul and Imister’s enmity had existed from Zaman’s birth, for he was the offspring of Imix and Brescia Pell.
Brescia Pell, known as the “Eternal Flame Princess,” was a former master of the fire elementals but was assassinated millennia ago during the Chaos and Order War.
Since then, Zaman Roul inherited his mother’s will, striving to eliminate Imister and restore order and goodness to the Fire Elemental Plane.
Decades ago, Kasus perceived Imister and the Great Sultan’s schemes and granted Zaman more strength, igniting this massive Burning War.
Allies of the good alignment gathered here. Beside Zaman Roul stood an ancient Gold Dragon from the Heavenly Mountain as an ally.
Cassius flapped his wings, hovering a dozen miles above the City of Brass, utilizing the power of Heaven’s Calamity Dragon Eye to observe everything.
He saw the battlefield dotted with densely packed light clusters, each like a star.
“So, this is the ‘Prince of the Holy Flame,’ Zaman Roul… Truly a good-aligned fire elemental archon.”
“What terrifying strength.”
“That body is like a moving volcano, filled with violent energy.”
Cassius contemplated.
[Prince of the Holy Flame – Zaman Roul]
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The fact that Cassius couldn’t discern his overall power indicated that this good-aligned fire elemental archon had a Challenge Level beyond thirty, an absolute existence of pseudogod power.
Even by mere sensation, the Red Dragon felt the extremely fierce and incredibly hot fire element, far surpassing the elemental power he controlled.
On that obsidian slope, there were also powerful good-aligned beings such as an ancient Gold Dragon, Blaze Celestial Servants, and Supreme Heaven creatures, a few of which had strength close to Cassius’.
The Fire Giants’ side was equally formidable, with Great Devils from Hell and elemental nobility under Imister’s command.
Cassius’s expression grew solemn.
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The enemy was strong, and the Great Sultan’s power was likely even greater than he imagined, though fortunately, the opponent was severely injured, and he himself wasn’t in a do-or-die struggle.
Gazing at both sides of the battle formation, he couldn’t help but marvel.
“Tsk… Such high-caliber forces deserve Kasus’s handiwork. If the current Imperial Legion were thrown into this battlefield, it probably wouldn’t even make a splash.”
“Wait——”
Suddenly, the Red Dragon felt several immensely dangerous gazes directed at him, accelerating his heartbeat and making his large heart thump violently.
“Quite dangerous…”
“They’ve noticed me! No, not just him!”
He sensed that the attention came not only from the obsidian peak but also from within the City of Brass itself.
