Ashen Dragon

His bones were also being crushed, almost turning into powder, joints twisted grotesquely, his flesh blurred beyond recognition.

This Beastman Chief who had campaigned for over twenty years, unifying Wuge Prairie, seemed to finally be nearing his end.

"Puh..."

Batu Skullcrush spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face displaying a defiant smile: "Hahaha... a sneak attack from behind, is this what you call a Justice Messenger, Gold Dragon?"

A somewhat wicked thought flashed through Cassius's mind, and he spoke with righteous indignation in a deep voice:

"For dealing with scoundrels like you, why need I adhere strictly to the rules?"

"Scoundrel..."

The Beastman Chief repeated the word, his voice suddenly becoming excited.

"Scoundrel?

We Beastmen, being deceitfully ambushed by the despicable Dwarves and Elves, blocked in the north by the Black Stone Mountains, can only survive on this barren Wuge Prairie!

For thousands of years, we've fought each other for resources, constantly bleeding. We just want a right to survive. Is that also being a scoundrel?

You hypocritical Golden-skinned Lizard, such as yourself, will never understand—"

"Boom!"

The searing Dragonflame mercilessly engulfed the Beastman Chief, and the Gold Dragon exhaled a puff of blue smoke, remarking: "The dialogue of villains is always plentiful; better to resolve it quickly to avoid prolonged trouble."

Just then, the soul of Batu Skullcrush rose from his charred body, still protected by some blood-colored divine power.

And in his hand, "Gush's Blood" also levitated into midair, appearing beside that soul.

Batu, now a soul, stared at the Gold Dragon with his one eye as if seeing something terrifying, and suddenly screamed in a panicked voice: "No, you, you're not a Gold Dragon! What in the world are you?

Hahaha! I knew it, it's just like that! You and I are no different!"

The Gold Dragon remained emotionless, merely stating blandly: "Planning to escape like this?

At least...leave something behind."

The Gold Dragon extended its massive claw, and a powerful vortex formed in its palm, plundering the residual divine power within "Gush's Blood."

Batu's soul roared, ascending into the sky along with the battle axe: "Damn you! Remember, your end will definitely be more tragic than mine!"

"Hmph, baseless slander! Beastman, you make me sick!"

Rhea closed her wings behind her and descended from the sky, looking into the distance with narrow eyes, pondering something.

Meanwhile, not far away, the Dwarf King slowly opened his eyes, struggling to prop himself up.

Ed looked at the charred corpse beside the Gold Dragon, his voice hoarse but unable to hide his excitement.

"Batu Skullcrush is dead!"

The Dwarves and Elves on the city walls finally recovered from the massive battle they had just witnessed, breaking into earth-shattering cheers.

"This was a battle for the history books! That Gold Dragon has slain the Beastman Chief!"

"He killed Batu Skullcrush!"

"Moradin bless!"

While the Beastmen looked grief-stricken, their demeanors downcast, even many of the Shamans plunged into utter madness, beginning to slaughter indiscriminately.

"Impossible!"

"How could this be!"

"Lord Batu was a Favored of Gush; how could he lose!"

The Dwarves seized the opportunity to counterattack, unleashing a hail of arrows at the Beastman Army and dispatching infantry for pursuit.

The Dwarves' morale soared, whereas the Beastmen were leaderless and even began to slaughter each other. Under such conditions, the war gradually turned into a one-sided massacre.

The Gold Dragon circled above the battlefield, diving repeatedly and spewing scorching Dragonflame, turning hundreds of Beastman Warriors to cinders.

And the Avenging Angel also raised the Silver Sword, hovering in the sky, her blade's brilliance severing Beastmen at the waist.

Facing this cruel battlefield, the remaining few "Gush's Eye" Warriors and Shamans also tried to counterattack—but this was not an equal fight.

Finally, the Beastman general, Solo Blooddrinker, stepped forward. He rallied the remaining troops, shouting loudly: "We have not lost yet! The Beastmen still have the blessing of the Father God!

Retreat! Leave this place, one day, we will avenge Lord Batu! We will wash Aivendel in blood!"

"We will wash Aivendel in blood!"

The blood-red one-eyed banner fluttered in mid-air as the Beastman Army crowdedly retreated, leaving only a field of corpses.

During this chaotic retreat, the dwarves and elves continued to harass them, causing tens of thousands of casualties among the Beastmen.

But the number of Beastmen was simply too great. Even after such a fierce war, they still had an army of one hundred thousand.

The alliance of dwarves and elves was overjoyed, they raised their warhammers, spears, and bows, and cheered fervently.

"By Moradin, we have won!"

"Aivendel shall never fall! The High Mountain Kingdom shall never perish!"

"This is a victory for justice and fairness!"

Ed, gazing at the broken walls on the city ramparts and the corpses piled before them, couldn't help but sigh, aging several years in an instant.

He looked up to the Gold Dragon standing on top of the castle and solemnly said: "Lord Titus, you saved my life and also rescued our homeland.

You will forever be a friend to us dwarves, and I will repay this debt of gratitude in whatever way I can."

The Gold Dragon nodded, letting out a soft whistle.

The Dwarf King turned around, looking towards the Half-Elf paladins next to him: "And thank you too, our allies.

The High Mountain Kingdom will firmly support Her Majesty Catherine Moonchaser's restoration, opposing the rule of the Elder Council."

Rhea nodded slightly, a smile finally appearing on her face: "Thank you, this is exactly what Her Majesty wishes."

Immediately afterward, her gaze turned sharp: "However... Gush's plot is not yet over, the northern Beastmen are still restless.

Before this, I will stay in the Blackstone Mountain Range, helping your High Mountain Kingdom completely eliminate the threat of the Beastmen."

"Good."

Rays of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds, scattering across the land.

Under the watchful eyes of the dwarves and elves, the massive and exquisite body of the Gold Dragon glowed brilliantly, its surface emitting a hazy halo, like the dawn.

Someone shouted: "Praise the Dragon of Dawn!"

"Thanks to Lord Titus, he helped us fend off the Beastman invasion!"

The Gold Dragon gracefully flapped its wave-like wings, lightly circling above Aivendel, letting out a long roar.

"Roar—"

"Justice and righteousness, like the rising and setting of the sun, are eternal!"

...

In this way, the massive battle at Black Stone Mountain concluded hastily with the death of the Red Blood Tribe Chieftain, Batu Skullcrush, and Solo Blooddrinker leading his troops to flee north.

The dwarves and their allies once again resisted the southern invasion of the Beastmen, maintaining peace and order in the northeast of Fianso.

In this brutal war, "Master of High Mountains" Ed and "Twilight Blade" Rhea became even more renowned, becoming hot topics in Bard's stories.

At the same time, that mysterious Gold Dragon, Titus, was seen by all for the first time and was revered by the people of Fianso Continent as the "Dragon of Dawn."

According to Dragon Scholars, this Lord Titus is at least an Ancient Gold Dragon and possesses Legendary Level spellcasting abilities.

People rejoiced at the emergence of such a benevolent and just being on the Fianso Continent, and many young Metal Dragons even made pilgrimages to the Blackstone Mountain Range, seeking to meet and befriend him.

...

Anzeta Great Wilderness, Dragon Blood Mountain.

After months of bloodline purification, the body of the Ashen Empire's Emperor became even more immense, his body length now reaching forty-five meters.

The Red Dragon slowly opened his eyes, looking at the information displayed before him, exhaling a puff of sulfur-scented white smoke, his expression quite pleased.

[You have killed [Red Blood Tyrant-Batu Skullcrush (Challenge Level: 24), gained 60000xp]]

"Compared to the hard battles, headhunting feels much more exhilarating," Cassius sincerely remarked.