Vol. 6 Ch. 53

A silver streak cut through the frigid northern sky, leaving a brilliant trail behind.

As Rosvisser approached the massive ice disk, a blazing inferno erupted around her.

From a distance, she looked like a fire meteor,

Charging alone into a disaster as vast as a collapsing mountain range.

BOOM!

The crimson flames clashed against the icy surface of the disk—

Only to vanish instantly upon contact.

The extreme cold devoured the fire, snuffing it out like a candle in a storm.

But Rosvisser wasn’t done yet.

She unleashed another surge of dragon flame,

Fueling it with every ounce of mana in her core.

FWOOSH!

The once-extinguished fire blazed back to life,

Burning even stronger than before.

"Go ahead and struggle."

"Drag it out, resist all you want—it’ll only give you more time to reflect on your pointless life."

Carl stood atop the floating ice disk,

One hand behind his back, the other gripping his twisted crimson staff.

His long white hair swayed in the firelight,

And the reflected crimson glow in his eyes dripped with mockery.

"You primitive fools of Samael always love these ridiculous last stands."

He raised his staff,

Then slammed it down with force.

The massive ice disk shuddered.

Cracks spider-webbed across its surface.

Chunks of frozen debris broke free, plummeting toward the city below.

The entire structure began its descent,

Its weight pressing down harder than before.

Deep within the dwarven shelter…

Xiaoxue and the others watched in horror.

That solitary silver figure stood alone against a catastrophe.

But none of them could help.

“…It’s over.”

“Even the envoy can’t stop something this massive…”

“I don’t want to die… My husband is still out on patrol… I have to wait for him…”

“Mama… I’m scared…”

Despair choked the underground shelter,

Its heavy silence more suffocating than the thickest ice.

Just this morning, their lives had been peaceful, hopeful.

Now—

In just a few short minutes, everything had changed forever.

“…No use… No matter how strong a dragon is, something like this can’t be stopped.”

“The envoy… she’s done for—”

“…Survive.”

The voice was soft, yet firm.

Its strange, disjointed rhythm cut through the hopeless murmurs.

“Rosvisser Auntie… said to survive.”

Xiaoxue pressed her hands against the cold shelter walls,

Peering through a tiny gap to see the battle above.

The solitary flame burned in the distance,

Reflected in her golden eyes.

“I believe in Auntie Rosvisser.”

“She can do it.”

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ice disk descended,

Flattening several tall ice structures.

Massive chunks of ice rained down,

Explosions of white snow scattering in every direction.

Only dozens of meters remained before it would crush the entire city.

Yet—

Rosvisser didn’t retreat.

Because she knew—

If she gave up for even a second—

Then Aju, Xiaoxue, and the dwarves—

Would be buried beneath this icy grave.

"Hey, Carl!"

The other invader, Taros, called out lazily.

"Even after all this, the dwarves still haven’t given up the key. Guess they really don’t have it."

Carl's expression darkened.

"Doesn’t matter."

"Master ordered us to eliminate any witnesses to our abilities."

"Last time, I took care of the Snow Elves."

"This time…"

Taros grinned.

"It's your turn, Carl."

Carl snorted.

"As if I need reminding, Taros."

His gaze fell once more upon the dragon below.

"You heard him, Dragon."

"No matter what, you and those weaklings will die here today."

"So… farewell."

BOOM!

Carl pushed his magic to the limit,

Pouring all his power into the ice disk.

The weight multiplied tenfold.

The crushing force intensified.

But even as all seemed lost—

Even as the air itself seemed to collapse—

The dragon flames refused to go out.

"So, before coming here… you already massacred another race?"

The cold voice rang out from beneath the ice, its tone carrying the weight of an unforgivable fury.

"Hah? What's with that tone?"

Carl's voice dripped with disdain.

"And who gave you Samael savages the right to question us?"

CRACK—

A sharp, fracturing sound echoed through the battlefield.

A spiderweb of cracks spread rapidly across the ice disk’s surface.

Carl’s confidence faltered.

A cold sweat dripped down his temple.

"W-What? That’s… impossible!"

“WHAT… DO YOU TAKE SAMAEL FOR?!”

A voice roared from below.

The sheer ferocity behind it shook the air.

Rosvisser's face twisted, her dragon blood surging in response to her emotions.

Silver scales spread across her cheeks,

A pair of horns began to rise from her forehead,

Her dragon wings stretched wide, radiating power.

The blazing fire surged violently, like a provoked beast,

Howling and raging, tearing apart the ice disk from below.

A dazzling light burst from beneath the ice.

And in the next instant—

A colossal silver dragon emerged,

Bathed in flame,

Raising one mighty arm to push the sky itself back upward.

"Damn it… she was still holding back this much power?!"

Carl cursed under his breath, gripping his staff tightly.

He slammed it into the ice, trying to reinforce the collapsing disk—

But this time…

It didn’t work.

The blazing fire beneath raged even hotter,

And the cracks in the ice widened at an alarming rate.

"A single dragon… holding off my full power… Impossible—IMPOSSIBLE!"

The roar of a dragon split the sky.

The flames expanded, as if granted a will of their own,

Spreading from Rosvisser’s massive form,

Devouring everything in their path.

The heat was so intense,

It melted the frozen landscape in seconds,

Disintegrating the surrounding structures into mere steam.

Then—

The fire coalesced,

Shaping itself into something even larger—

A dragon of pure flame,

Towering even higher than Rosvisser’s own form.

It reared back,

Then let out a deafening roar,

Its flames illuminating the entire northern sky,

Before obliterating the ice prison that held it down.

Ultra-S-Class Fusion Magic – Dragonmaster’s Divine Flame Art

A wave of searing heat rushed outward,

Carl staggered back, the force alone enough to repel him.

But before he could react—

The fire dragon faded—

Revealing Rosvisser herself,

Charging straight at him like a lightning bolt.

"W-What?! She’s so fast—!"

Carl’s eyes widened in shock.

But there was no time to marvel at her speed.

Because the next moment—

BAM!

Rosvisser’s strike connected,

Sending him flying backward.

Before he could recover,

She pursued mercilessly,

Unleashing a barrage of devastating blows,

Not giving him even a second to use his staff.

Then—

She grabbed his wrist,

Twisting it at an unnatural angle,

Forcing his body wide open for a final attack.

With a swift turn,

She delivered a powerful roundhouse kick,

Her foot colliding solidly with Carl’s abdomen.

CRASH—!

His body shot downward,

A streak of red against the snow,

Slamming into the ground with earth-shattering force.

As Carl’s crumpled form skidded through the ruins,

He passed his companion, Taros,

Who merely watched with amusement,

Making no effort to help.

Instead, Taros chuckled,

Arms still casually folded, as if enjoying a show.

BOOM!

Carl crashed into a pile of rubble,

Struggling for a few moments before finally managing to stand.

"Wow, Carl, to think you'd get beaten this badly by a Samael primitive."

Taros sneered, his tone dripping with mockery.

Carl wiped the blood from his mouth,

Using his staff to steady himself.

"She’s… not an ordinary dragon."

He gritted his teeth, then added—

"Remember that arrogant fool from before? The one who tried to align with the dragons… and still lost?"

Taros' amused expression stiffened.

He narrowed his eyes.

"You mean… she’s one of the warriors that defeated Ultimate Fear and Shadow?"

Carl nodded.

"A dragon, using fire magic… and that divine aura…"

"If that’s Primordial Power, then yes—she’s definitely one of them."

Taros' smirk vanished.

His playful demeanor faded,

Replaced by something colder—

Something deadly serious.

With a flick of his wrist,

A dark crimson glow erupted from his palm.

In an instant—

A massive scythe materialized in his grip.

Its wicked, curved blade gleamed ominously,

A weapon designed purely for slaughter.

Taros rested the scythe against his shoulder,

Then turned to face Rosvisser,

Who had just landed gracefully on the snow.

"Well then, Carl."

"Looks like we’ll have to team up to deal with this pain in the ass."