Chapter 332 Bewitching
"who are you?"

Grand Duke Leo shuddered suddenly and asked in his heart.

He thought it was his own inner voice, but then he realized something was wrong and felt a chill - that voice was obviously not under his control.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

"What's important is the red dragon. He killed your son, who had high hopes for you, destroyed your invincible army, and is about to destroy your family and country, which you regard as everything."

"You should have been a natural ruler of the North, would have made your name alongside that of the Lionhearted King Roselle, and would have passed on the bloodline of House Bosk for generations to come."

"But now, the red dragon has destroyed everything."

"Don't you want revenge?"

The deep voice asked again, as if to lead him into the abyss.

Leo was suddenly filled with fear. He knew that there were too many beings in this world that could invade the mind, such as mind flayers, demons, devils, and even some unknown alien creatures.
But no matter who it is, it is extremely dangerous for a mortal like him.

He suddenly remembered a legend that had been circulating since who knows when: it was said that in the mountains of Anstika, there was a demon in charge of revenge, who could grant the avengers powerful strength and help them cut their enemies into pieces.

The voice sounded again.

"I will grant you power and help you kill the evil dragon. You will become the savior of Anzeta and the true and only king of the North!"

"but."

"Roar--"

The roar of a dragon was heard again in the air, interrupting his thoughts.

Grand Duke Leo looked up and saw the gigantic red dragon flying high into the sky, spewing out a raging sea of ​​fire that distorted the air, dyeing half of the sky red, as if it was going to burn the entire world to ashes.

The ancient silver dragon cast a colorful magic shield, struggling to resist the invasion of flames.

Yes.

Kill him.

This kind of monster shouldn't even exist in this world.

No matter it is the devil's temptation or the devil's power, as long as the evil dragon that threatens the Principality of Bosk can be eliminated and the family's thousand-year rule can be maintained, it is worth it even if it means sacrificing everything.

Leo Bosque lowered his head, his bloodshot eyes suppressing the long-accumulated hatred, and he seemed to have made some kind of decision.

"I agreed."

"very good."

The voice laughed contemptuously.

"Uh-"

Leo only felt an extremely chaotic force surging into his heart, like a big hand stirring back and forth in his internal organs.

But compared to the pleasure of power, that little pain seems insignificant.

He had never felt so strong, so full of energy.

"But I still need some preparation."

Leo took out a crystal, put it to his lips and whispered: "The great dragon-slaying ceremony is about to begin. Everyone in the Bloody Blade, you can get ready."

An excited smile appeared on the duke's face, and a faint green light flashed in the depths of his pupils.

"You and your old order will eventually be torn apart by me!"

Cassius forcefully broke through the magic barriers, stretched out his strong claws, and pounced on the ancient silver dragon in mid-air.

However, when he was about to touch the silver scales, the opponent's body became illusory, but the so-called "illusion" was still casting spells.

Kaixiu was immediately startled and turned his head away. "Simulation?"

"Arrogant boy! You were not even born when I fought the ancient red dragon!"

A roar came from behind him, and transparent scales emerged.

The air around him vibrated. It turned out that the huge body of the silver dragon suddenly appeared behind him. Its fore paws were equipped with various magical effects such as Bigby Crushing Palm and Stone Fist, and it slammed the red dragon's body hard.

But just before this moment, Cassius's forelimbs were as fast as an afterimage.

"Shh-"

The sharp claws with the power to break the magic field swung rapidly towards the silver dragon's claws, leaving five several-meter-long scratches on the wing membrane that was originally flawless and as bright as a silver plate.

"boom!"

The powerful thrust from the nine-ring spell caused Cassius to fly backwards.

Broken red scales fell from the sky.

With another loud bang, Cassius' huge body slammed heavily on the mountain, raising a huge cloud of dust and sinking deeply into the rocks, causing the entire hillside to collapse.

But soon, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the huge figure of the red dragon appeared again.

"A tough old fellow."

Cassius shook his body nonchalantly, and as the golden flames burned, the wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his light golden pupils stared at the silver dragon in the sky.

"A dragon that's over a thousand years old is still using these little tricks?"

"Come, confront me head-on!"

Cassius shouted defiantly, roaring towards the sky.

Even though it had lost half of its magical equipment, this ancient silver dragon still had terrifying means and astonishingly rich combat experience.

After all, thousands of years of experience are not enough to scare people. The endless spells made Cassius feel defenseless. If he was not careful, he would fall into the opponent's trap, followed by a series of spell bombardments.

"What a barbaric and vulgar person!"

"I will let you understand what true order is!"

Osedro flapped his wings in the air, but his left wing was already broken, and his body was flickering and covered with wounds, looking a little embarrassed.

Although he said it lightly, the ancient silver dragon had an ugly look on his face at the moment, and his mercury-like eyes were full of horror.

Osedro was even more convinced that this red dragon had the potential to become an ancestral dragon, and could even go further.

The magical nature of this red dragon is incredibly high. Ordinary spells have no effect on it at all, and can't even leave a mark on those hard scales. Only spells above the seventh ring can barely be effective.

His vitality was incredibly strong, and even if he was hit head-on by a nine-ring spell, he would recover at an extremely fast speed. It was as if there was a magic reactor in that ferocious dragon body, and the surging energy would never be exhausted.

In the eyes of the ancient silver dragon, the only thing this red dragon lacks is its spellcasting ability.

But even so, with his extraordinary charisma, excessively high blood essence, and dragon magic inherited from ancient times, the opponent still has spellcasting abilities comparable to those of a legendary warlock.

The "magic atrophy" that was similar to the Great Disintegration caused him to suffer a great loss.

The clouds had gradually dissipated during the protracted battle. Under the attention of tens of thousands of people on the battlefield, two giant dragons, one red and one silver, once again faced each other from a distance.

The battlefield has changed completely, and there is no trace of the original flat wasteland.

The people watching the game were stunned.

On the scarred earth, there were falling meteorites, charred and solidified lava, slowly flowing magma, and gradually melting icebergs. All kinds of strange scenes were mixed together.

(End of this chapter)