Temptation

Grand Duke Leo suddenly shuddered and asked in his mind.

He initially thought it was his own voice, but then he realized something was wrong and felt a chill run down his spine—the voice was clearly not under his control.

Who I am is not important.

"The important thing is that Red Dragon. It killed your son on whom you placed your hopes, destroyed your invincible army, and is about to destroy the family and country that you consider everything."

"You were Born Northern Lands Ruler, and you would have put your name on par with that of the Lionheart King Rossel, and passed on the Bosk Family bloodline to generations to come."

"But now, that Red Dragon has destroyed all of that."

"Don't you want revenge?"

The deep voice asked again, as if trying to lead him into Abyss.

Leo was filled with fear. He knew that there were many beings in this world that could invade the mind: Mind Flayer, demons, devils, and even some unknown otherworldly creatures. But whoever it was, they were all extremely dangerous to a mortal like him.

He suddenly remembered a legend that had been circulating for who knows how long: it is said that in the Anstica Mountains, there is a demon who controls revenge, and it can grant avengers great power to help them cut their enemies into a thousand pieces.

The voice rang out again.

"I will grant you power, I will help you slay that evil dragon, and you will become the Savior of Anzeta, the true and only king of the the North!"

"But."

"Roar--"

The dragon's roar echoed through the air once more, interrupting his thoughts.

Grand Duke Leo looked up and saw the enormous Red Dragon soar into the sky, spewing out a raging sea of fire that twisted the air, turning half the sky crimson, as if it wanted to burn the entire world to ashes.

The Ancient Silver Dragon unleashed a dazzling magical shield, struggling to withstand the onslaught of flames.

yes.

Kill him.

This kind of monster should never exist in the world.

Whether it's the temptation of the devil or the power of the demon, as long as we can get rid of the evil dragon that threatens the Bosque Duchy and maintain our family's millennia-old rule, it's all worth it, even if it means sacrificing everything.

Leo Bosk lowered his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with suppressed hatred, as if he had made up his mind.

"I agree."

"Very good."

The voice let out a contemptuous laugh.

"Ugh—"

Leo felt an extremely chaotic force surge into his heart, like a giant hand churning inside his internal organs.

But compared to the exhilaration of power, that little bit of pain seemed insignificant.

He had never felt so powerful, nor so full of energy.

"However, I still need to prepare a little."

Leo took out a crystal, held it to his lips and whispered, "The great Dragon Slaying Ritual is about to begin. Members of the Crimson Edge, you may prepare yourselves."

An excited smile spread across the duke's face, and a ghostly green light flashed deep within his pupils.

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

Keosius forcefully smashed through magical barriers, extending his powerful claws to pounce on the Ancient Silver Dragon in mid-air.

However, just as he was about to touch the silver scales, the other party's body became ethereal, even though the so-called "illusion" had been casting spells.

Keosius was startled and immediately turned his head away.

"Simulacrum?"

"Arrogant brat! You weren't even born when I was fighting the Great Wyrm Red Dragon!"

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

The surrounding air vibrated as the massive body of the Silver Dragon suddenly appeared behind him, its forepaws imbued with various magical effects such as Bigby's Crushing Hand and Stone Fist Art, slamming fiercely into the Red Dragon's body.

But just moments before that, Keosius's forelimbs were moving so fast they were like afterimages.

"Whoosh—"

The claws, imbued with Dispel Magic Force Field, swiftly swung towards the Silver Dragon, leaving five scratches several meters long on the once flawless, silver-white Wing Membrane.

"Boom!"

The powerful thrust from the Ninth Circle Spell sent Keosius flying backward.

Broken red scales fell from the sky.

With another deafening roar, Keosius's massive body slammed into the mountain, kicking up a cloud of dust and embedding itself deep into the rock, causing the entire hillside to collapse.

But soon, the smoke and dust cleared, and the massive figure of the Red Dragon reappeared.

"A troublesome old man."

Keosius casually shook himself, and as the golden flames burned, his wounds healed at a visible speed, his pale golden pupils fixed on the Silver Dragon in the air.

"A dragon that's over a thousand years old, still resorting to these petty tricks?"

"Come, Contend Against me head-on!"

Keosius roared at the sky, shouting defiantly.

Even after losing half of its Magic Equipment, this Ancient Silver Dragon still possessed a terrifying array of abilities and an astonishingly rich combat experience.

A thousand years of experience is not something to be intimidated by. The endless stream of spells made Keosius feel that he could not defend against them. If he was not careful, he would fall into the trap and be bombarded with a series of spells.

"Barbaric and vulgar bastards!"

"I will show you what true order is!"

Oszedro flapped his wings in mid-air, but his left wing was tattered, and his body was flickering between light and shadow, covered in wounds, making him look rather disheveled.

Although he spoke lightly, the Ancient Silver Dragon's face was grim, and his mercury-like eyes were filled with horror.

Oszedro became even more convinced that this Red Dragon had the potential to become Progenitor Dragon, and could even go further.

This Red Dragon possesses an exceptionally high level of magical ability; ordinary spells are completely ineffective against it, and cannot even leave a mark on its hard scales. Only spells of the seventh rank or higher can barely take effect.

His Life Force was also unimaginably vigorous; even if he were to directly withstand Ninth Circle Spell, he would recover at an extremely fast pace. His ferocious dragon body seemed to contain a magical reactor, with surging energy that would never run dry.

In the eyes of the Ancient Silver Dragon, the only slight deficiency of this Red Dragon was its spellcasting ability.

Even so, thanks to his extraordinary charisma, exceptional bloodline essence, and Dragon Spell inherited from ancient times, the opponent still possesses spellcasting abilities comparable to a legendary Legendary Sorcerer.

The "Magical Atrophy," which resembled Greater Disintegrate, caused him great harm.

The clouds and mist had gradually dissipated during the protracted battle, and under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people on the battlefield, the two giant dragons, one red and one silver, once again faced each other from afar.

The battlefield has changed beyond recognition, with no trace of the original flat wasteland remaining.

The onlookers were immediately dumbfounded.

On the earth riddled with holes, there were fallen meteorites, scorched and re-solidified lava, slowly flowing magma, and gradually melting Ice Mountain —a strange mix of all sorts of bizarre sights.