Chapter 209: Blazing Blood Dragon

Night was heavy; the fissured earth's abyss, like a giant beast awakened under an ancient curse, suddenly burst forth a dazzling red light in the endless darkness. This red light, scorching and mysterious, seemed to contain an ancient power, warping the surrounding air.

As the red light rose slowly, a solemn and majestic aura accompanied an extremely scorching high temperature began to spread.

Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi stared unblinking at the red light, as if oblivious to the oncoming heat wave.

"My ancestor." Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi clenched his right fist to his chest, slowly bowed his head in respect.

When the red light faded, an ancient and tranquil figure emerged. He wore a splendid robe embroidered with golden suns; within the robe, layer upon layer of heavy bandages wound his dry, black, hardened limbs, like shackles of time tightly binding this former king.

"Oh? My bloodline? How detestable, abandoning the sun's brilliance to embrace that tangled mass of feathers?"

The king's mocking, cold face was faint beneath the bandages; his deep brown pupils flashed with a fierce hue.

He could not believe that, as the most honored elect of the Sun God, his descendants had become heretics!

Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi ignored the king's mockery, calmly and indifferently watching the sovereign seated in the sky, his fist clenched.

"The sun's radiance was bought with the blood of countless subjects," he whispered.

"Ancestor, open your eyes. The deity above the clouds threatens us with a solar eclipse disaster, demanding we sacrifice countless infants. For a thousand years we have known no day without this cruel blood sacrifice; He has devoured millions of lives—still not enough!"

"Fool!" the king roared, his eyes bearing undeniable authority.

"Can mortals like you even discuss the deity? My Duzula clan has served the Sun God for generations, offering sacrifices—it is our honor and our duty!"

"For the lives of a bunch of outcasts, you dare defy the deity?!"

The king grasped a scepter‑shaped war hammer in his right hand; gold and jade supported the shaft, golden gems set at the head. At this moment, the ornate hammer trembled slightly in his grasp, as if sensing his anger and itching to move.

"Artifact?" Naimi Xisi squinted, a hint of awe in his eyes. A frail Legendary, aided by an Artifact, this Thus: Duzula Ershi's strength is likely not to be underestimated.

"Shamans are the listeners of the gods. We heed the divine will, using rites and thought to maintain the divine realm, controlling the deity's people," the king explained coldly to Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi, expounding the nature of power.

"We are shepherds, offering lambs to our master; that is the sole purpose of our existence."

A cool breeze at night carried the king's ruthless whisper to every corner of the ruined city, making Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi's heart feel as if it had plunged into ice amid the scorching night.

He considered himself the ruler of Duzula City, even though the Duzula dynasty had long faded, and he had adhered since childhood to the creed and upbringing befitting a king.

The king saw himself as the executor of the deity's will, using law and force to manage the mortal realm on the deity's behalf.

Yet no one had ever told him that gods and humans could have such a breeding relationship.

Could it be that, to the gods, mortals are merely farmed piglets, ingredients to satisfy a full belly?

It was precisely this unsatisfactory situation that led him, after encountering the Feathered Serpent God, to immediately become that deity's follower.

"Very well."

Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi sighed, lifted the black‑gold spear he held; he had only intended to persuade, after all, since the other party was his ancestor—why must it end in fratricidal bloodshed? The king, seeing his descendant so obstinately dull, still planned to oppose him and snorted coldly.

"You dare strike me? Is your confidence drawn from that giant dragon beside you?"

Duzula Ershi looked toward the dragon, an immensely powerful pressure radiating from his body.

Naimi Xisi frowned; why did this Nik Sarandian possess a Monster‑like aura? Dragon Might is a supernatural ability not attainable by ordinary people; even a Legendary cannot grant such power.

"You have a True Dragon Bloodline?" Naimi Xisi exclaimed in surprise.

"In this bird‑filled continent, dragons are rarely seen; how come there are so many beings linked to the dragon clan? It's truly odd."

"Moreover, the other side doesn't even display draconic features."

The king curled his lips; scarlet veins mingled with heat spread across the bandages encircling him, the scorching temperature igniting the bandages, which quickly turned to ash, revealing his gaunt, dried body.

"Dragon? That is merely a part of my noble bloodline," the king joyfully displayed his scarlet veins, seemingly delighted to share them with others.

"The great Sun God forged my strongest power from the true dragon's blood with solar flame; you may call me dragon, and that is fine."

!

Duzula Ershi's eyes suddenly turned into vertical, snake‑like pupils; the robe on his back tore, and two massive blood‑colored bone‑membrane dragon wings unfurled.

"I am the Destroyer, the Cruel Sun Flame, the Sovereign of Blood‑Flame, the Blazing Blood Dragon!"

The king gaped wide; at that instant, the air was drawn away by the heat, the scarlet hue lighting the night. From his mouth surged torrents of dark‑red, towering flames, unlike ordinary fire, bearing an ancient, evil power; countless wails rang within the blood‑flame.

The Mummy's breath was fierce and scorching; the flames formed a twisted spiral in the air, charging toward Naimi Xisi, the surrounding air baked by the blood‑flame becoming warped as if to incinerate everything.

"Hmph!"

Naimi Xisi snorted, his massive body instantly enveloped by blue light, teleporting hundreds of meters away, evading the blood‑flame's strike.

"A mere mongrel that stole a True Dragon Bloodline dares to call itself a dragon?" Juan Ce Long's violet dragon eyes glimmered with cold.

The deity's power defies normal logic; even pseudo‑dragons and draconic offspring rarely possess dragon‑breath, yet this Mummy not only has dragon‑breath but wields it with overwhelming might!

Though Naimi Xisi mocked, he had to admit the blood‑flame dragon‑breath's power was unheard of; despite his myriad protective spells, the evil force sent chills down his spine before contact, making him unwilling to stand his ground—hence his earlier teleport to dodge.

The spiraling blood‑flame lost its target, striking a house behind where Naimi Xisi had stood; the flame burst outward, dark‑red fire radiating like an eruption.

Naimi Xisi's eye twitched; he saw the wood and stone touched by the blood‑flame corrode into ash, everything reduced to combustible matter, continuously expanding the flame's reach.

(End of Chapter)