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"If it weren't for recreating the miracle of my teacher, I would definitely show you beasts the power of the Archmage's Guard! But..."
The lich, who had just been cursing, suddenly switched to a calm tone. It glanced at the metal dragons on the outer edge, then swung its withered wooden staff to create a portal surrounded by a blue vortex, before stepping through the air with a sinister smile.
"Trap!" Casaroz, who had been watching the lich's movements, reacted immediately. He spread his wings and sprang out, rapidly slowing down and piercing the wings of the tungsten and chrome dragons before hooking his toes to lock them in place. Ignoring the two female dragons' cries of pain, he performed a barrel roll, forcibly pulling them over into the shadow of a massive ancient golden dragon.
The magical aura of the Miser Core suddenly receded into nothingness, and in the next instant it burst forth with light a million times greater than before, illuminating the colorful demiplane into incandescence.
The light engulfed everything. Casalos folded his wings and used his immense strength to pull the two female dragons back to him. At the same time, he ordered them to heal and buff the golden dragon that was acting as a meat shield in front of him, while he summoned a high earth elemental to attach to the golden dragon and opened his mouth to breathe cold breath on it.
It is certainly not a backstab to the golden dragon.
The biting wind carrying the Disintegration spell split into six streams, bypassing the golden dragon's body, passing through the gaps around it, and then reconverging in front of it, condensing into a thick ice shield that briefly blocked the violent energy erupting from the Miser core.
In just two or three seconds, the ice shield completely melted into pure magical collapse, and the stream of light once again struck the golden dragon.
But that was enough. The brief cover allowed the golden dragon to regain its senses. Bathed in light, it raised its head and let out a long, drawn-out roar. Before the shield of the high-level earth elemental and its status would dissolve in the light, it took out a simple stone crown studded with spikes from the scales under its neck and placed it on its head. As it moved, the crown, originally suitable for humanoid races, rapidly grew larger and longer. When it pressed down on the golden dragon's crescent-shaped horns, it had become a perfect fit for the golden dragon's head, resting securely on its crown.
A mysterious power, based on magic yet transcending magic, took effect. The destructive light stream generated by the explosion of the Miser core turned into ordinary light as it flowed through the golden dragon's body, illuminating its severely burned scales with dazzling brilliance, but it could no longer harm it, nor Casalos and the two mother dragons hiding behind it.
"Thank you, I owe you my life." The golden dragon turned around and said, then retracted its winding giant tail to wrap around the three young and "weak" sub-iron dragons, and "swam" with them towards an ancient silver dragon, using its body as a shield to rescue it from the stream of light.
"This artifact is truly a wonderful thing."
As the light stream faded, Casaroz peeked out from the gaps in the golden dragon's fins, looked at the heavily wounded metal dragons and the even more brutally attacked group of colored dragons nearby, shook his head at the golden dragon, and said, "Let us go. The real battle may have only just begun..."
163. Escape
Even without Casalos's reminder, the surviving dragons noticed the changes on the field.
The explosion of the Miser Core completely destroyed Elena. Fragments of the floating city were accelerated to extreme speed and scattered everywhere in the explosion. The smaller fragments hit the dragons and shattered, while the larger ones were enough to crush the disabled dragons and leave them half-paralyzed.
All that remained of Elena's original location was a massive, glowing magic circle, with the seven dragon heads still suspended at its nodes. Every line and rune that made up the circle was now brimming with surging magical energy, emitting muffled clanging sounds as it shone, growing increasingly rapid until it instantly transformed into a piercing, continuous roar.
The seven dragon heads suddenly opened their eyes and began to chant in obscure language.
A spot of light appeared in the center of the magic circle, then rapidly expanded towards the dragon's head, forming a huge void. The high pressure of the star caused by the explosion of the Miser nuclear core within the demiplane found an outlet, converging into a gale that poured out from the void. The scorching desert landscape was revealed on the other side of the void.
"What is that place?" the dragon asked, but the only response was the strange sound of glass cracking as the demiplane collapsed.
"We can't worry about that now, the demiplane is collapsing, let's charge!" Dracol let out a long, piercing dragon roar, then used his hind claws and tail to wrap around two nearby disabled metal dragons, carrying them through the rubble towards the portal opened by the magic circle. The other metal dragons that could still move followed suit. As for the chromatic dragons, only the Blue Dragon Lord could offer help to his own juniors.
Aside from the ancient golden dragon used as a meat shield by Casalos, the other dragons were in poor condition. It seemed most of the energy from the Myser nuclear explosion had been channeled into the magic circle, with only the initial wave of light impacting the dragons. The noble and swift light injured almost all the dragons, but killed only a few. Those with weaker constitutions were essentially rendered incapacitated and unable to move; without rescue, they would be randomly tossed about as the demiplane suffered losses.
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In an unknown dimension, one can only hope for Asgard's protection—neither the nine-headed dragon god nor the real Asgard himself ever responds to any believer's prayers.
Worse still, the strange, highly penetrating magic contained within the Miser Core, along with the Radiant Damage, poured into the dragons' bodies, blocking the dragon magic flowing within their basal vessels. Almost all the dragons were now in a state of magic suppression, unable to cast even a single spell-like spell, relying solely on their bodies.
The severely injured and unconscious dragon was thrown into the perilous outer dimension, which was essentially equivalent to being declared to have entered Nur's kingdom.
The Magic Ship Kingdom didn't suffer any real damage and even had the strength to throw out a rope to pull a heavily injured and unconscious golden dragon, using the barrier to smash through the rubble and force its way into the storm's exit.
Ancient Golden Dragon Vera Marandes released Casalos and the others as instructed, finally giving Casalos room to pull its wings out from Fiona and Lothley's wings. The two female dragons each let out a low cry, enduring the excruciating pain from their piercing wounds as they caught up with the main force, casting Holy Light to heal themselves.
"So violent. Couldn't you have used a gentler method?" Chrome Dragon muttered to himself, his low voice drowned out by the gale, and no one could hear him.
The storm made a distance of only a few thousand meters seem vast. The dragons should thank Casalos for the new flight method that greatly increased their resistance to the storm; otherwise, they would have lost several more dragons just to make it out of the demiplane.
Without the power of magic, dragons become vulnerable; magic is the very foundation upon which dragons occupy the top of the material world.
With the protection of the artifact, Vera Marandes became the most active rescuer on the field. Before the portal shrank back, she used magic to save at least six metal dragons that should have died and one green dragon—because her mate, Silverwing, kindly wrapped her tail around the neck of the unconscious, middle-aged green dragon.
An incomplete explosion of a Miser core reduced the dragon swarm to less than half its size.
The dragons folded their wings and gathered on a high mountain in the desert, warily watching their surroundings. They seized the time to recover and expel the remaining alien magic power within their bodies, preparing for the battle that was about to take place.
The explosion of the Miser Core injured the dragons and also jolted them out of their enchanted state. The surviving chromatic dragons, all elders or higher, were astute enough to quickly infiltrate the metal dragon herd. Even the goofy brass and copper dragons understood the importance of unity and offered no objection.
Since the lich chose to channel most of the magic power of the Miser Core into the magic circle to open the portal, it certainly wasn't out of a change of heart to spare the dragon's life. There must be something far more dangerous waiting for the dragon here.
"Where exactly is this place? It seems to be another demiplane." Crimson had recovered some of her spellcasting abilities. After repeatedly using the shortcut and location-sensing abilities but receiving distorted feedback, she rebuked Dracol, who had convened the "Dragon Assembly": "Golden-skinned old hag, you're the one who led us into this catastrophe. Tell me, what are we going to do now?"
Dracol's molten gold eyes gleamed; it was furious at being tricked by the Elven God. Of the ten golden dragons from the Dracol family who had joined the fight, only six remained, and even its favorite child had disappeared with the collapse of the demiplane. Fortunately, it maintained its composure and didn't clash with the red dragon over words, simply turning its head away to ignore the malicious gazes of the red dragon and the other colorful dragons.
"It's not a demiplane." The scroll dragon, which had been hiding somewhere, reappeared. It stared at the distant horizon of the desert and said in a trembling voice, "No, that's not accurate either. This was indeed a demiplane before, but now it's growing into a complete outer plane... This is the result of divine power and essence being poured into the demiplane. This place... is the future divine kingdom!"
"Which god, that lich from just now?" The silly brass dragon's focus was still a bit off.
“No, this is the future divine realm of Karthus, the God of Moments. This plane is frozen in an instant of eternity, never having become a divine realm in the future, nor a demiplane in the past. It is forever frozen at the moment Karthus became a god, just like Karthus himself.” Casaloz clicked his iron beak, and the arcane transformation granted to him by the primordial power allowed him to see more than just the Scroll Dragon.
It lowered its head, gazing at a spot in the desert: "Right there, lies the first supplicant and guardian chosen by Karthus for this divine realm. If I'm not mistaken, it is the enemy we are about to face. And the lich's true intention may well be to use us to kill this thing..."
164. Terasque the Beast?
“You have no right to speak here, you iron dragon brat!” Crimson sneered, interrupting Casalos. The other chromatic dragons and the brass and red bronze clowns made no attempt to hide their mockery. The gold and silver dragons, while not showing any mockery, seemed completely unconcerned. Only Vera Marandes showed polite respect.
Dragons are an extremely proud species. Their social status is primarily determined by age; a juvenile Casalos dragon carries little weight, and no ancient or primordial dragon would heed its words. This is precisely why it has remained silent since the conference began. It was already in poor condition; it could participate in major events simply by slacking off, so why make things difficult for itself…
"You're just a young dragon, knowing nothing of the power of ancient dragons, yet you dare to claim you can see through the power of gods?" The brass dragon Felocelimos, who had brought his family to watch the commotion but almost lost them all, was filled with rage that made his mouth even more sarcastic and vicious: "I remember you came on the same boat as that damned pointy-eared god. Did you know about the pointy-eared god's scheme all along?"
"Heh, we've all been thrown into an unknown environment, surrounded by powerful enemies. Instead of finding a way to unite and deal with the lich's next moves, you're trying to sow discord and call yourself a benevolent dragon."
Casalos remained silent. The Sun Elf on the Kingdom was blushing and didn't know how to refute. The cold chrome dragon Lothley actually jumped out first to refute the ancient brass dragon, which made Casalos glance at her slightly.
"And where did you come from, you evil little brat? Didn't your mother teach you that you should always show absolute respect to the ancient dragons!" The brass dragon leaped near Casaloz and the other dragons, baring its teeth and crouching low, its tongue lolling out as it spoke increasingly outrageously: "Oh, I almost forgot, you Iron Dragons..."
"Enough! Feloshelimos." Seeing that the situation was getting out of hand, the old golden dragon Dracol roared, interrupting the brass dragon's words and unleashing his full majesty to forcefully regain control: "You too, Crimson, Susser, and all the other dragons who are dissatisfied with this matter! Have you forgotten what happened to Piroseraxi?"
The loyal paladin is right. Our first priority is to put aside all other conflicts and unite to get through this crisis.
I could sense that something terrifying was indeed awakening in the place Iron Dragon pointed to.
The golden dragon's instinctive power kicked in, and as Dracol's words fell, the entire desert trembled. Immediately afterward, the land Casalos was watching cracked open, quicksand poured out, and a pure and extreme aura of destruction leaked out, sweeping across the dragon horde and spreading into the distance.
"More insane than the abyss, what the hell is this thing?!"
Crimson roared and flapped its wings, lifting off the ground. All the other dragons followed suit, leaping and scattering as they ascended. They certainly hadn't forgotten Piroseraxie's fate; given the unfortunate example of that ancient red dragon, none of them wanted to suffer a demigod lich's bizarre instant-death spell.
A dark red light flashed beneath the cracked desert earth, then transformed into a straight torrent of energy, coloring the sky and earth a blinding crimson. It shrieked as it tore through the sand, piercing the heavens and earth, and slashed across the solid sand.
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The mountain peaks where the dragons lingered. The mountains were severed by the torrent, billowing smoke rising and pouring down onto the desert, while lava, melted by the energy torrent, surged forth.
The swaying red beam of light was not blocked by the mountains, but pierced through everything it touched, shooting into the sky until it disappeared beyond the reach of the dragons' cause.
"What the hell?"
Casalos's scales stood on end; the arcane power granted it a strange sense of perception, allowing it to acutely feel the terrifying power contained within the torrent. If it were hit by that thing, immunity, magic resistance, innate defense, and damage reduction would all be utterly useless. According to the rules of Faerûn, perhaps that was a destructive attack of divine power?
Even though the dragons couldn't take off like Casalos rockets, their timely flapping of wings gave them a chance to escape their doom. Except for two unlucky ones that happened to be right in the path of the energy torrent, the dragon horde and the Kingdom all avoided this map-wide, long-range attack.
As the torrents subsided and the sky returned to its azure blue, the distant desert had collapsed into a massive crater. A gigantic head, covered in horny spikes and resembling a composite of a crustacean and a predatory dinosaur, emerged from the crater, roaring towards the sky. A terrifying aura of fury, several times stronger than that of the old golden dragon, pressed down on the entire desert, causing even the flying ancient dragons to stumble.
"The Terasque behemoth?" Casalos could tell what the thing that had appeared was just by looking at its head, but it found it hard to believe.
"It's Terasque! I should have known it was it!" The roar of the old golden dragon Dracol confirmed Casalos's judgment.
"How could this thing grow so big and be so powerful? And what was that red light just now? Was it atomic breath? Proton shriek?"
"What are you muttering about, you strange iron dragon cub? What atomic breath, proton shriek? The Terasque behemoth is the devourer of worlds, a destructive machine created by the demon god, the most powerful offspring of the Sky-Destroying Beast. Is it strange that you've grown this big? Isn't it normal that you're this strong?" With a flash of flame, the figure of the scroll dragon appeared beside Casalos, its white mane, like that of a lion, fluttering in the wind: "And what is that strange light in your body? Why can it break my invisibility spell?"
Casalos didn't answer the scroll dragon's question, but he realized that he had probably been tricked again by the monster encyclopedia created by the conman Varo. Those toilet paper-published things were just a set of flawed board game rules, with conflicts in resources and background settings for players to use, not to mention the inconsistencies caused by version updates and retconning. The real monster encyclopedia that existed in Faerûn was an adventure reference manual compiled by the bard Varo from adventurers' experiences and various hearsay stories. Although Varo had the title of "legendary" bard, that legend referred to his ability to deceive people and make up stories, and had nothing to do with the legend of his profession.
His monster handbook has some reference value for adventurers' daily encounters with low- to mid-level monsters, but could he really know detailed information about something like the Terasque behemoth? Rather than believing Varo's fabrications, it's better to ask the scroll dragon next to him, or the old golden dragon Dracol who said he "should have thought of it sooner."
"Do you have a way to deal with it?" Casalos asked the Scroll Dragon as he watched the horde of dragons surrounding the Tyranitar.
165. A Fierce Battle Among Dragons
While talking with the Scroll Dragon, most of the dragons had already followed Dracol to surround the Terasque behemoth, leaving only the Scroll Dragon, whose purpose was unknown, Fiona, and Lothrie circling around Casalos.
Everyone was trapped within this still-developing plane with nowhere to escape. The relatively safe place was actually around the behemoth—all the dragons had witnessed the nameless ranged attack that cleaved the mountain in half, and no one dared to guarantee they could withstand such a blow. No dragon was a fool. Based on simple geometric principles, the larger the radius, the greater the linear velocity corresponding to the same angular velocity. In other words, the farther away from the behemoth, the harder it was to avoid the torrent. Therefore, surrounding it was currently the only feasible option.
Furthermore, with so many dragons, even though they suffered heavy losses and more than half were killed in the previous incident, the vast majority of those remaining are overlord-level beings, and they might be able to kill this legendary behemoth of destruction. This was probably the true thought in the minds of the dragons at this moment: Dracol's long roar vaguely revealed that it had dealt with the Terasque behemoth before, and following it might be the best choice.
Old Golden Dragon did indeed want to kill the Terasque behemoth.
The Terasque behemoth, though seemingly slow, actually crawled out of the pit with incredible speed. Its head alone was about the size of an ancient golden dragon, making even colossal or gigantic dragons appear as tiny as sparrows.
The ancient golden dragon, its body reflecting golden light, swooped down first, letting out a defiant roar towards the Terasque behemoth. A blinding beam of fire slammed into the behemoth's back, followed by a majestic holy incantation and a solemn, auspicious law. The latter incantation acted on the behemoth first, causing it to pause and slow its movements slightly. The beam of fire arrived as promised, striking an invisible barrier a few meters from the behemoth, exploding into a trumpet-shaped ring of fire that swept across the sand around the behemoth, scorching the sand within a two-hundred-meter radius into a glowing red glass.
The next second, the behemoth broke free from the control of the Holy Word and Law. The thorns on its back stood up and, with a swing of its body, exploded with a loud bang, shooting towards the old golden dragon. Only after piercing the old dragon into a sieve did the rumbling sound of air being torn apart reach the air.
The old golden dragon's silhouette, ripped to shreds, burst with a soft "pop" and vanished like a bubble; it was nothing but an illusion. The real Dracol had already darted to the giant beast's side, its fin-like wings coiled into a spiral, and it rolled sideways towards the beast's belly.
When it approached within tens of meters of the behemoth, its charge inexplicably faltered. Fortunately, it had already gained extremely high speed during its dive, and instantly passed under the behemoth's belly, emerging from the other side of the slowing force field. Its spinning wingtips left seven or eight wounds more than half a meter deep, like steel knives. The old golden dragon's leaping wing attack didn't even break through the behemoth's chitinous shell. As an ancient dragon, its innate weapons were equivalent to +3 magical weapons!
Worse still, before the old golden dragon had flown far, the cut on the giant beast's belly shell had closed, almost fully restored.
Staring at the rapidly receding old golden dragon, the giant beast opened its mouth, and a rainbow of colors surged from its throat, then turned into a dark red that also stained the desert and the sky, and the destructive aura that had just cut off the mountains reappeared.
Fortunately, the attacks launched by the other dragons finally arrived at this time, and various breaths and magic intertwined to create an equally violent and destructive aura that engulfed the giant beast.
No one used spells with projectile or ray-like trajectories; Dracol had warned them, and the Terasque behemoths could instinctively reflect such spells back.
The red light abruptly stopped, and the colorful attacks of the dragons converged at one point, colliding, intertwining, merging, and repelling each other before collapsing into primordial chaos.
The entire desert suddenly darkened, falling into a brief silence. A sphere of incandescent light shone from the behemoth's body, illuminating the desert once more, then expanded into a pure fireball that engulfed the beast.
A deafening explosion shattered the silence. A wave of dust, centered on the explosion point, swept outwards along the desert, stirring up a sky full of sand and dust. The hemispherical, distorted air film, expanding in sync with the top of the sand and dust, was vaguely visible, blowing the sand and dust across the desert and making them sway and tilt.
The rising dust clouded the sky, and an ancient silver dragon summoned a gale to disperse it. The beast roared, and a dark shadow flashed through the dust. The silver dragon, focused on controlling the weather, fell to the ground with only half its body remaining, lifeless.
Fortunately, the gale had formed, whipping up sand and dust that roared and dispersed, rapidly improving visibility on the battlefield, though it would still take some time for it to fully clear. The roar continued, the shadows still darted about, and the dragons could only...
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May you have good fortune.
Then several more dragons lost their lives, including white, green, blue, and red dragons, as well as bronze, brass, and bronze dragons. The golden dragons' mastery of luck allowed them to effectively evade attacks even when their senses failed. Apart from the one that carelessly failed to dodge at the beginning, the silver dragons also took advantage of their cloud movement and wind manipulation to hide in a safe area. The fact that the weak black dragon suffered no damage aroused suspicion among the other dragons, but with a formidable enemy at hand, they had no time to investigate further.
When the behemoth Terasque reappeared, the results of the first wave of combined attacks, led by the old golden dragon using himself as bait, became apparent. Most of the behemoth's shell was cracked, its bones protruding from its shoulders and back, and the energy of various elements was eroding the flesh around the wounds; it seemed to have suffered a serious injury.
However, the elemental energy remaining in the giant beast's wounds was rapidly depleting, seemingly being devoured and assimilated by it. As the residual elements faded, the giant beast's wounds began to heal at a visible speed.
The fact that the dragons could clearly see the Tyrannosaurus meant that the Tyrannosaurus was also not obstructed in its vision. It didn't even have any intention of stopping to rest. After opening its eyes, it gathered rainbow light and once again released a stream of red light.
This time, no one could interrupt it again. They could only do their best to fly around in the sky, avoiding the direction the giant beast's head was facing, while casting invisibility spells to create various illusions to interfere with its destructive attacks as much as possible. Fortunately, the Terasque giant beast seemed unable to distinguish the illusions or accurately locate the invisible target.
Even so, its extremely long health bar, extremely high defense, unreasonable rapid self-healing and magic reflection, mid-to-close range area-of-effect damage, instant-kill ranged attacks, and size dozens of times that of the Primordial Golden Dragon, making it invincible in melee combat, all make this thing an unsolvable super monster.
Even when acting alone, the Ancient Golden Dragon cannot inflict effective damage on it. The aftershocks of a group's combined attack will put the dragons at an environmental disadvantage and cause a large number of casualties. This thing is almost unsolvable against a group of dragons.
"Do you have any way to deal with it?" Casalos asked the Scroll Dragon again.
Tatsuya Maki finally replied: "There is indeed a solution, but it's definitely not enough for me alone."
166. Develop wings when it's time to develop wings.
"No... it won't work if you're included."
The scroll dragon scratched its mane with its humanoid arms, and a human-like helplessness appeared on its face covered with fine scales: "I do have a way to kill the Terasque behemoth. It's not too difficult, but it has to be in a normal state."
Terasque's current state is different from usual. As you said, it has been chosen by the God of Moments as the guardian and first supplicant of this future divine kingdom. The plane-derived rules that have not yet grown into a divine kingdom surround it, and the divine power seed of the future divine kingdom flows in its body, which is why it is so ridiculously strong.
My method will only be effective if the Dragon Gang breaks through its protective shell of dimensional rules and then breaks through its outer shell flowing with divine power.
"Those guys did manage to launch a coordinated attack just now, but they didn't give me any time to prepare. And now, they're too weak to launch a second coordinated attack..."
Similar to Casalos's reasoning, the Golden Dragon possesses an arrogance perfectly aligned with its ecological niche. Despite its polite demeanor towards everyone, Dracol won't truly heed the opinions of other dragons. The Scroll Dragon's rash pronouncements would only backfire, let alone garner support from the other dragons in their fight to win the war. The Golden Dragon neither gave nor would ever give the Scroll Dragon a chance to prepare, and neither would the other dragons. Without the support of the other dragons, the Scroll Dragon is utterly helpless against the Terasque behemoth; it's an unsolvable problem.
"So, as long as you do the first two things when you're ready, you can kill it?" Casalos turned his head, his indigo eyes fixed on the Scroll Dragon he hadn't seen many times, getting the answer he wanted from its human-like expression, and solemnly said, "Then, you can start preparing."
"what?"
Before the scroll dragon could react, Casalos spread its wings and rushed out, climbing intermittently in a wave-like trajectory and accelerating in horizontal flight, pushing both altitude and speed to the limit. The piercing shrieks that cut through the air turned into rumbling roars before folding its wings and diving sideways towards the Terasque behemoth that was entangled with the dragons.
"What are you doing, Casalos!" Fiona's voice came from afar. She had received Casalos's telepathic message instructing her to stay by the Scroll Dragon's side to protect it and keep it focused, but she hadn't expected the Iron Dragon to join the battle.
This was not a battle a young dragon could participate in. Although it was known that Casaloz had encountered Flame in the air and that it had shared the feat of killing the Ancient Red Dragon with other dragons, this did not mean that Casaloz truly possessed the strength to rival the Ancient Dragons. Casaloz and Flame only engaged in a brief, probing aerial battle before quickly fleeing. Its killing of the Ancient Red Dragon was achieved by fighting alongside the Ancient Silver Dragon, the Ancient Bronze Dragon, and the Tooth Dragon Archmage. While the various factions of Faerûn did show respect for this powerful young dragon, no one truly knew its full strength.
Even against Razor and The Thinker, Casalos still displayed a degree of restraint, perhaps only the deceased Grommash Hellscream truly understood—and that was when Casalos was in a completely unequipped state, without any real-world gear or in-game enhancements. The Dragon Vault could only bring in synchronized magical equipment like Dragon Armor, but it wouldn't restore various items. If it weren't for that limited battlefield, Casalos might not have found killing Grommash Hellscream so difficult.
In order to avoid being trapped in this frozen divine realm, Casalos has reached the point where he must unleash his full power without reservation.
The roar of the airflow drowned out the tungsten dragon's shouts, and the tungsten dragon had no chance of catching up with Casalos's tail. It just kept diving and diving, its speed increasing with the help of the gravity of the plane, which was equivalent to the prime material plane.
The higher wind elements had already been summoned, transforming into air that enveloped its body, guiding the airflow around it according to its will, and spewing out storms backward.
Casalos's altitude was decreasing rapidly, in exchange for increased speed. However, this exchange became increasingly difficult, gradually evolving from one unit of altitude gaining one unit of speed to ten units of altitude barely yielding one unit of speed. It was as if an invisible wall was blocking its path, preventing it from entering a faster range. The power of "Ordinary Wind" had reached its limit; Casalos needed winds that transcended the established rules to assist it in smashing through that wall.