There was a hint of loss in Cassius's light golden pupils, and he shook his head regretfully.

Ishmael was resurrected.

Although he was fearless against the Great Sultan, he had no way to kill the Pasha in front of him.

Moreover, he was almost unable to withstand the impact of the Sultan's wrath - after all, he was a being at a divine level, and even if he was a projection, he was not easy to deal with.

Ismail immediately saw the red dragon glaring at him from a distance. He shook his head repeatedly, with fear and uneasiness suddenly appearing on his face.

"you you--"

"How could this happen! You should be beheaded by me!"

"How dare you kill me!"

The scene of his sudden death and head falling to the ground was still in his mind.

But soon, Ismail lowered his head and looked at his shrunk body, and found that most of his strength had been lost.

"You, what did you do to me?"

His voice began to tremble.

Even when he was dying he had never been so scared, the loss of power made him feel real fear.

Strength, that's all he needs to survive.

Only the most powerful efreet are qualified to become the Sultan's direct servants, the Honorable Efreet Pasha.

Once he loses his power, he is likely to be replaced by lower-ranking fire giant newcomers within the warlike race of fire giants.

"Ismail!"

"You idiot!"

interrupted the Great Sultan angrily.

Ismail looked at the projection of the Sultan in the distance, and his expression suddenly became extremely frightened and nervous. He actually knelt down directly in that direction.

"My lord!"

"I'm sorry, I failed your expectations! You even spent your energy to revive me."

But the Great Sultan ignored the Pasha, who had lost most of his strength, and stared at the Red Dragon with anger in his eyes.

If looks could kill, the great sultan would have already skinned and chopped the red dragon into pieces.

Cassius paid no attention to the other's gaze. He just licked his lips with satisfaction and said with a smile:

"Grand Sultan, I am here to negotiate. Let us temporarily cease fire."

"negotiation?!"

The fire giant asked back in disbelief, his tone sounding furious.

"You have come into my kingdom, seized my cities, killed my people, and slew my servants!"

"It has come to this, and you still want to negotiate!"

Cassius shook his head slightly and said nonchalantly: "Great Sultan, that's just from your perspective. From my perspective, it was your men who hunted down my family members and insulted me in person."

"What I did was just legitimate self-defense."

Cassius still had nothing to fear.

The reason doesn't matter.

Even if it was an outrageous reason like "legitimate defense of the city against the fire giants", he could say it without blushing or beating his heart.

In the communication between evil creatures, the most important thing is force.

If the Great Sultan had descended in his true form and still had the god-like strength he possessed in his prime, Cassius would have definitely run away in a hurry.

If you really can't escape, kneeling down and begging for mercy is not unacceptable.

But now, what kind of trouble does a mere projection of a great sultan want to stir up in front of him?

"What a self-defense!"

"If I don't stop you, will you continue to defend all the way to the City of Brass?!"

The Great Sultan's angry roar echoed across the scorching wasteland, creating waves of air.

But he quickly calmed down, staring at the red dragon in the distance with sinister eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Blind anger will not change anything, it will only make you look incompetent.

"Casius, I know you, the descendant of Tiamat, the red dragon that occupied the Great Wasteland of Anzeta in the Material World, calling yourself the so-called Burning Emperor."

"Tsk tsk, you've been in the spotlight lately—"

"But you just came to the Fire Elemental Plane and broke into my kingdom. Aren't you afraid that you will never be able to leave here?"

"Do you know what kind of existence you are provoking?"

There was a naked threat in these words, and the Sultan made no secret of his purpose.

Cassius nodded slightly and said flatteringly: "Of course I know your identity - the master of the City of Brass, the supreme monarch of the Kingdom of the Fire Giants, and the supreme ruler of the Fire Elemental Plane."

If it were usual, the Sultan would just think it was flattery from the other party.

But this red dragon had just killed his servant in front of him and devoured his power, which was undoubtedly an irony.

The Great Sultan's expression grew more gloomy.

And Cassius paused for a moment after reading the long and complicated list of titles.

Then he continued:
"But if you can appear here in your true form, I will never dare to step into the Fire Elemental Plane."

He glanced at the other person with a half-smile, and greeted him in a pretentious manner:

"It must be painful to be pierced through by Prince Zaman Rul's Holy Flame Spear. Tsk tsk, I heard that you were pierced into the throne."

"You greedy, arrogant red dragon!"

The Great Sultan could not help but curse.

Cassius' words once again hit his sore spot.

Several months ago, Zaman Rul and the fire dwarf rebels entered the City of Brass through a secret passage.

The Prince of Holy Flame sneaked into his charcoal palace and threw a deadly spear, almost killing him on the spot!
Until now, the Great Sultan is still recovering from his injuries in the City of Brass and dares not step out of the palace.

The city was under unprecedentedly tight security, all passages were blocked, and entry into any place required strict scrutiny.

Thinking of this, the Great Sultan looked at the Red Dragon with a sinister look and said bitterly: "Who sent you? What do you want?"

"Who sent me?"

Cassius repeated the Great Sultan's question, shook his head and laughed, then continued speaking.

"That depends on your decision."

"If you insist on being an enemy of the Burning Empire and fighting to the death, then I will be the special force sent by Prince of Holy Flame."

"I will fly across your vast kingdom, passing through every city and every position of the efreeti, slaughtering them all like the god of death."

There was also a strong threat in Cassius' words.

But there was a barely perceptible trace of panic in the Sultan's expression.

Because what the other party said is feasible.

The war on the front line was tense, slave uprisings broke out in various cities, and the high-end combat forces of the fire giants were sent to fight with the followers of the Prince of Holy Flame.

As the Great Sultan of the Fire Giants, he was seriously injured and had to recuperate in the palace all day.

In this situation of tense front lines and empty rear, no one can stop this war machine of the ancient dragon level or even more terrifying.

And the Prince of Holy Flame would probably be happy to see such a helper.

This guy really has the potential to mess up the kingdom of the fire giants, giving the rebels the opportunity to overthrow the rule of the fire giants.

The Great Sultan was thinking, while Cassius continued to speak.

"But if you cease fire with the Burning Empire, give up pursuing these misunderstandings and frictions, apologize to me, and show friendship to the Empire—"

"Then this is all just a misunderstanding. I will not interfere with your Burning War. I can even provide you with military support within my capacity."

Cassius raised his head, and there was a faint smile on his ferocious dragon face.

"I have always pursued peace and do not advocate the use of force. All conflicts can be resolved through negotiations."

"You said, is that so?" (End of this chapter)