Chapter 139: Rain Dragon and Purgatory Fire Dragon

The war ended in a cruel and efficient manner.

The Warriors of the Golden Legion wore the Empire's finest non‑magical armor, each piece infused with one‑third refined iron, and the Paite's stone spears could not pierce the hard armor.

Damian led three Plastic Energy Mage squads, continuously employing the terrifying yet cheap Fireball Technique to suppress the five‑ring‑rank shaman, forcing him to repeatedly use protective Divine Spell to prevent the Paite from being turned to charcoal by the exploding flames.

The Paite army numbered nearly four thousand; when they surrendered, only eight hundred remained.

Charred corpses littered the field, wails echoed in the air, and that shaman had long ago had his head cut off by a nearby soldier with a longsword.

That was also what the elder demanded: all shamans of the other Maztek deities must die.

Obviously, whatever Heim and Vokkin—or other Frelen deities—did behind the scenes, this time the Paite gods did not manifest like Quort.

The Paite of the whole city, after their prayers to the gods went unanswered, met a fate of captivity.

After the Golden Legion's initial victory, the follow‑up main force on the coast quickly caught up, seized Kast, and the elder voluntarily took on the task of indoctrinating the defeated Paite.

Yes, he brainwashes those ruined Paite; only by believing in the great feather‑serpent god Quort, the guardian god Heim, and the commerce goddess Vokkin can they avoid death and have their souls ascend to heaven.

Nearly half of the Paite submitted, but the remaining Paite—mostly elderly—clung to the faith of Vadil, and they were mercilessly ordered by Kodel to become slaves, contributing labor to the new large city being built on the former site of Kast—Heim Port.

Under the Heim priests' planning, the city will stretch from the coastline to old Kast, becoming a megacity comparable in size to Deepwater City.

The priests are pleased that a giant city bearing their deity's name will arise, yet they feel sorrow for the Paite's plight; many Heim priests, under these circumstances, begin to gradually shift their thinking.

They start to think that Heim is gratified by what happened here, because guardianship also carries self‑interest; as Frelen, they guard Frelen's interests here, guard Heim's interests, which still falls within the meaning of "guarding".

What surprises them even more is that their corrupted thoughts have not stripped them of their Divine Spell power, proving that Heim has already accepted their doctrine.

With the Heim priests' attitude shift, the Golden Legion's treatment of Paite POWs grew increasingly harsh.

And what is Naimi Xisi doing at this moment?

He has already left alone, without taking Gonde.

After Kast was seized, he hurried away, flying toward the northern Twin Cape.

Because he sensed his slumber was about to arrive.

During his days on the ship, he devoured massive amounts of high‑grade magical gems obtained from ruins, nearly swallowing every gem except the King's Tear.

This also caused his growth rate to plummet, and he is about to fall into slumber.

But before that, he must find a sufficiently safe and hidden lair, and a gatekeeper.

Twin Cape has two towering peaks; Naimi Xisi deems this a very good destination.

Sparse human presence is one reason; secondly, the vast majority of Monsters never ascend to the mountain tops.

Because wherever in Toriel, the summits are mostly claimed by a creature that likes and habitually occupies them—dragons.

Naimi Xisi flew for three days, finally landing on a sea‑facing peak.

He folded his massive wings and found the summit swamped by dense jungle, with several lakes hundreds of meters wide in its center. Juan Ce Long's arrival startled a creature in the lake, a huge vortex churned, and the nearby drinking elk fled in terror.

Naimi Xisi sniffed, a flicker of doubt in his eyes; he detected a trace of dragon scent, but it was very faint.

"Pseudo‑dragon?"

The next moment, a massive serpentine creature emerged from the water, its scales turquoise‑blue. Its body lacked legs or wings, and each end of the serpent bore a head—one resembling a jaguar, the other a snake.

"What is this thing?"

Hybrid pseudo‑dragons born of dragons and other beasts are wildly varied, and Naimi Xisi cannot identify them all; this one, for instance, looks like a tiger‑leg split or a snake gone awry.

Though it bears no dragon traits, the faint dragon scent on it undeniably proves its pseudo‑dragon lineage.

When the unknown creature appeared, the sky darkened instantly, torrential rain poured down, intermittently accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder; this weather‑altering scene put Naimi Xisi on guard.

One should know that Weather Control, which can produce the same effect, belongs to the Seven Illusion Transformation school of magic!

"Dragon? Who are you? What are you doing here?" the Monster asked warily.

Naimi Xisi tilted his head, his dragon eyes curious, and said, "What kind of creature are you? I've never seen a pseudo‑dragon like you."

"I'm not a pseudo‑dragon!!" the Monster shouted angrily.

"My lineage descends from the great feather‑serpent god; people call me the Rain Dragon, some fools call me the Rain God, because I can freely control weather, summon floods, and cause droughts," the Rain Dragon said proudly.

"State your purpose clearly! Outsider!" the Rain Dragon narrowed his eyes and said dangerously.

Naimi Xisi brushed his wings and said naturally, "I wish to find a lair here to slumber."

The dragon's natural demeanor made the Rain Dragon think he misheard; he roared furiously, "This peak is my territory! Get out!"

Naimi Xisi curled his lips and said, "That won't do."

The Rain Dragon sneered, "You're just a young dragon; you don't think you can beat me, do you?"

In the Rain Dragon's view, young dragons are generally as strong as level‑10 shamans.

Naimi Xisi smiled, "Not me, her."

The next moment, a massive fissure opened in the sky, exuding an extremely evil aura with a scent of sulfur.

A gigantic dragon claw emerged from the fissure, followed by a body, and finally a massive dragon over fifty meters long reappeared.

She bore bone spines on her head, deep‑yellow eyes; her scales constantly shifted color, creating a flowing lava appearance. Smoke perpetually rose from her, smelling of sulfur.

"Ah, my dear master, the beautiful yet fragile dragon body truly quickens Womla's heart,"

The lava‑like giant dragon let out a mocking laugh, her devilish, terrifying head turning toward the rain‑struck Rain Dragon on the ground.

"What is this? Shall I kill him for you, dear master?" the dragon extended a slender, forked, snake‑like tongue and smiled dangerously.

She is a product of the Black Egg, an apostle of the Chaos Star, a fully grown Purgatory Fire Dragon transformed from Womla's soul! (End of Chapter)