Second World-Novel

Chapter 1721  - 1721. Infernal Chaos Domain

With these additional siege weapons, the damage dealt to the wall increased significantly. Even with the defensive skills of Azzarilth and the other units, they still couldn't prevent the rapid decay of the wall. New chapters are published on Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net

"Hmph!" Azzarilth spread her wings, which blanketed almost everyone on the battlement above the main gate. She took to the air as the allied force's vanguard troops were approaching.

"Four Winds!" Jack called.

"Let's do this," Four Winds took out his chief badge.

Their badges shone as they were activated. Roars were heard as the clouds suddenly turned dark. Thunder, lightning, and rain followed. Azzarilth, who was about to lunge forward, stopped flapping her wings. She looked up at the roiling clouds.

Her large mouth went up in a snicker. Her sharp teeth were fully exposed. World Maker members who stood nearby moved away from her upon seeing her wicked grin.

A rumbling voice was heard as Broidrireg descended from the dark clouds. Quetzalcoatl was behind him. "When I learned of the eldritch beholder's release, I suspected that your seal would be in danger too. I requested Tiemezzys to check your seal. I guess he was too late."

Broidrireg looked at the northern wall. He saw zombie Zorvis there. He didn't expect Zorvis to still be alive when he saw Azzarilth out in the open, but the scene still hurt his heart.

Broidrireg looked back down, but his eyes were not on Azzarilth. They were on Master.

"You… You have brought calamities to the true dragons. Today, you will die a true death," Broidrireg announced.

A spell formation formed rapidly on his right claw. A huge lance made of wind appeared beside him. That lance shot down with breakneck speed as soon as it appeared. It caused sonic booms as it pierced through the air.

The target was Master. Master's demonic eye had an active effect that slowed down time. He used it the second he noticed Broidrireg was casting. He was also casting a spell when his perception was accelerated. His teleportation spell was cast. He vanished from the spot as the wind lance arrived.

The wind lance stabbed into the battlement, creating a hole before the lance exploded into a hurricane of sharp winds that cut everyone nearby. Most of the players and low-grade natives that were hit by this spell died. Motherboard and the others were lucky to have moved away from there. Otherwise, they would have also become victims.

Master reappeared somewhere else. He looked at Azzarilth with dissatisfaction. That dragon could have done something to block Broidrireg's attack, but she didn't.

"Azzarilth, your prey has appeared. Why do you not engage?" Master voiced his dissatisfaction.

"Haha. I just want to see if the ruler I made a pact with was a tiger or a cat," Azzarilth laughed.

Broidrireg was already casting again. He cast two spells simultaneously this time. One spell conjured multiple water spears while another summoned a whirlwind that moved about like a serpent. The two spells were again targeting Master.

Master donned the Earth Titan Suit. At the same time, he used Valiant Paladin's Heavenly Shelter to tank Broidrireg's spells.

Azzarilth still didn't act. She didn't even do anything when the allied forces arrived on the wall. The vanguard troops started hitting the wall as some of them climbed the siege ladders. Azzarilth acted like she wasn't aware of what was going on. She just stared at the two dragons high up in the sky.

Master moved away deeper into the capital to escape Broidrireg's wrath. Broidrireg was about to chase him when a mental attack hit him.

"I don't care if you want to kill a target, but do not move away from me," Azzarilth said. Her wings were extended. She flapped them and her huge body floated up from the battlement.

"Do you still not realize your errors?" Broidrireg decided to let Master go for now. He didn't have the luxury of chasing Master if Azzarilth targeted him. "I figure millennia of confinement was enough for you to reflect on your faults."

"Faults? What fault is there to desire descendants?" Azzarilth asked as she flew up to where Broidrireg and Quetzalcoatl were waiting. Quetzalcoatl didn't leave Broidrieg to face Azzarilth alone. He knew Azzarilth's supremacy.

"It is a fault when you harmed the innocent and your kin. You murdered your own brother in your madness!" Broidrireg exclaimed.

"He shouldn't have gotten in my way," Azzarilth returned. There was no remorse in her voice. "Are you going to get in my way?"

"If you are helping that villain down there, then yes," Broidrireg answered.

"Hm… What a pity. I lost a brother before I was sealed. It seems like I will lose another one so soon after I am free."

Once Azzarilth finished speaking, an energy sphere spread out of her. Everything that was passed by this sphere turned bleaker. The sphere expanded until it covered an extremely large area. Both Broidrireg and Quetzalcoatl were within this sphere.

"Infernal Chaos domain…," Broidrireg muttered.

A thin layer of dark veil seemed to cover his and Quetzalcoatl's body. These layers made the two feel extremely uncomfortable. They felt as if something was gnawing at their skins, trying to get inside their bodies and causing them to decompose. As seconds passed, small damage numbers started appearing above their heads.

Quetzalcoatl grunted and a thin layer of electricity covered his body. In Broidrireg's case, strong winds blew all around his body. The dark veils covering them were dispelled. The damage over time was stopped, but the discomfort of being inside Azzarilth's infernal chaos domain remained. This domain reduced their stats aside from causing damage.

"So… You are still unwilling to repent?" Broidrireg asked. He already knew that a battle was unavoidable, but he was still extremely sad that he had to fight his sister again.

"Hahaha! You are still as soft as you were," Azzarilth mocked. "And here I thought you have grown a pair. I guess you have to see more true dragons fall then."

Azzarilth lunged at Broidrireg. At the same time, a spectral projection shot out of her. This spectral projection came at Quetzalcoatl. The spectral copy lifted her claw imbued with chaotic energies.

"Hello, nephew," The spectral copy greeted Quetzalcoatl with a chilling voice. "Are you ready to die?"

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