Dragon Frenzy Mythal

Keosius narrowed his eyes and connected his consciousness to the dragon's eye.

Suddenly, White Dragon's head appeared in the field of vision, emerging from the void and spewing out Frost Breath.

"It's right on the left."

He unleashed flames in that direction beforehand and swung his claws, creating a claw-shaped, shimmering field.

The White Dragon's head had just emerged when it was charred black by the flames, and then three deep scratches were slashed by the Scratch Spell, causing blood to splatter out.

The Red Dragon then flapped its wings and pounced like a ghost, trying to seize the monster's body, but the monster quickly disappeared into the void again, leaving the dragon empty-handed.

Wagnerd's wandering voice echoed inside the tower.

"Red Dragon, do you know why I call myself the Dragon Mad Black Wizard?"

However, Keosius did not give a meaningless response.

He was gathering all his energy into his lungs, preparing to unleash a powerful breath to kill Wagnerd the next time he revealed himself.

Seeing no response, Wagnerd remained unperturbed, simply answering his own question. The voice was unpredictable, making it difficult for Keosius to pinpoint its location.

"I had already succumbed to fate, no longer wanting to resist, only wanting to barely maintain my safety under the dragon's cover. Haha, what a joke."

"But the Red Dragon we were serving suddenly went mad! It breathed fire, killing everyone in the Dragon Cult's ceremony, and then swallowed Catherine whole right in front of me. I only escaped by using magic."

"After escaping, I frantically collected ancient secrets and even went to ruins from thousands of years ago. Finally, I discovered the so-called Dragon Frenzy Mythal in a book from the last era."

Keosius's expression suddenly changed.

Dragon Frenzy Mythal.

That was the thing that ended the dragons' rule in the legends.

Tens of thousands of years ago, before the rule of giants and the wars of Elf, dragons ruled over all the lower races at will. Elf, in particular, resented the dragons' enslavement and sought ways to break free from their oppression.

After years of secret research and debate about costs and risks in the frigid north, the Elf crafted the Dragon Frenzy Mythal, a permanent masterpiece of Elf high magic and one of the most powerful spells.

The Dragon Frenzy Mythal made all dragons reckless, wreaking havoc on their lands, slaughtering their offspring and servants, leaving only destruction in their wake, which was a major reason for the end of the Dragon's Rule.

This "dragon frenzy" erupts every few decades or even centuries, and seems to be related to the power of the "Kingslaying Star" in the starry sky.

"How dare you use such forbidden power! Aren't you afraid of the wrath of the dragon gods?"

Red Dragon gritted his teeth in anger.

Because the situation has become out of control, anyone who gets even a little bit of the Dragon Frenzy Mythal spell, a god-level spell, will definitely not have a good ending.

He finally understood why Wagnerd had gone so mad; he was lucky he hadn't completely lost his mind while researching this forbidden power.

However, Wagnerd's voice continues.

"You're scared, Keosius. Heh, starting with the Red Dragon and ending with the Red Dragon, not bad at all."

"Dragons are greedy and lazy creatures, born with immense power. Their sharp teeth can easily tear mortals apart, their fiery breath can easily destroy cities, and they even possess unpredictable spellcasting abilities."

"As Tiamat's darling, you are no exception, Red Dragon. I have been watching you since you were Wyrmling, and I have witnessed you grow into the behemoth you are today in just ten short years. Some of your abilities are beyond my comprehension."

"But... on what grounds?"

The voice suddenly rose eight octaves and became impassioned.

"Why do you think you can arbitrarily change my fate?"

"Why should I willingly become your slave just because I was captured and brought into the Dragon Cult?"

"They all say I'm crazy, but I know I'm not. I've spent a hundred years of my life on this, even sacrificing my own daughter, all so that I can be on par with you, or even surpass you, and become a being greater than the Dragon God."

Finally, Wagnerd's voice turned into a maniacal laugh, interspersed with dragon roars and countless mournful howls.

The intense fluctuations of magical power caused the ground to tremble.

Within the thirtieth floor of the Polar Night Demon Tower, the roars of monsters echoed in unison. Their blood, imbued with dragon veins, and their grotesque limbs were transported up by an invisible force field, eventually merging into the bodies of monsters in the void.

With a deafening roar, the spire of the tower suddenly burst open like a blooming flower, revealing the boundless darkness of night.

This is Wagnerd's Ninth Circle Spell—

[Kingslaying Star Phantom]

A red comet, resembling a malevolent eye, appeared in the night sky—that was the illusion of the Kingslaying Star.

It seemed to sense Wagnerd's call, becoming even more solid, faintly flashing red light, as if looking down contemptuously at the dragon on the earth.

Wagnerd only drew upon one ten-thousandth of the power of the Dragon Frenzy Mythal, yet it brought immense pressure to Keosius.

At this moment, the top of the tower resembles an altar.

Under the moonlight, the monster finally revealed its true form.

He was no longer the same as before, but a being that combined more limbs of dragon-like monsters—five White Dragon heads stood at the top, hundreds of limbs stretched out, six pairs of wings stood on both sides, supporting the huge body, and twelve long tails of different shapes were like outstretched vines.

The human head of Wagnerd is embedded in the chest, giving the whole thing an eerie sense of harmony.

It turns out that the Five-Headed Dragon Monster was just a failed subject; this was his final experimental subject—himself.

This is a twisted monster modeled after Tiamat. It took a hundred years, countless lives, and even five genuine White Dragon to create this monster by combining the power of the entire Polar Night Demon Tower.

"What a pity. Originally, with that White Dragon, I could have had six heads, surpassing Tiamat."

"But it's okay, now there's you too."

The dragon heads and human heads opened their mouths in unison, and the heavy voices rang out again. Six pairs of eyes stared straight at Keosius, their eyes filled with endless fanaticism, as if shrouded in a thin red mist.

"Let's immerse ourselves in the dragon's madness together!"

Reason quickly vanished from it, leaving only a destructive desire for everything else.

"Roar--"

The dragon heads roared furiously in unison.

Keosius tried his best to avoid looking at the shimmering, increasingly solid red star in the night sky.

However, the violent power that had persisted for tens of thousands of years inevitably affected his brain, making him more reckless and anxious.

He did his utmost to build Mind Barrier and maintain his rationality.

"The spell is not yet complete. Once the phantom is fully revealed, I'm afraid even I will fall into dragon frenzy. I must kill Wagnerd before the spell is finished."

"And during this period"

"We must not be harmed in any way."

According to his inherited memories, when under the influence of Dragon Frenzy, if a dragon is injured in battle, it will completely go berserk, frantically scratching and biting until one of it and its enemy dies.

With that thought, Keosius flapped his wings and rapidly ascended into the sky, looking down at the enormous monster that occupied most of the tower's top.