The Emperor and the God

"A bunch of trash. Looks like I'll have to do this myself—"

As Tiamat gazed at the crimson figure shrouded in blazing light in the distance, her expression grew increasingly twisted and ferocious.

She had never expected this Aberrant Dragon to possess so many unpredictable methods, to actually escape her pursuit and break through the encirclement of over a thousand Five-Colored Dragons.

If not for her authority as the God of Evil Dragons, which allowed her to learn roughly about every Five-Colored Dragon, and if she had not personally witnessed the rise of the Embers of the Burned Emperor, Tiamat would never have believed that this Aberrant Dragon was less than forty years old.

Forty years was merely enough time for an ordinary dragon to sleep through a nap. To a dragon god of Tiamat's caliber, it could barely be considered a doze.

Yet those same forty years had allowed Keosius to grow from a Dragon Egg into the renowned Embers of the Burned Emperor, the most powerful dragon on the Feanso Continent.

The idle pawn she had casually placed back then had now become the greatest obstacle and threat to her establishment of a Divine Kingdom on Earth.

Furthermore, this Red Dragon possessed extraordinarily rich combat experience and methods. His ability to escape Tiamat's pursuit had already far surpassed those Ancient Dragons that had lived for thousands of years.

Such a rate of growth could no longer be called exaggerated. It was simply terrifying!

This bizarre growth curve even made Tiamat feel uneasy and afraid. She could not imagine what level this Red Dragon would reach in several centuries, or even a thousand years.

Therefore, she had to uproot him completely this time!

She had to kill this Red Dragon who had broken free from the tracks of fate