The fiercely burning Dragon Fla appeared as docile as a hunting dog beside Losa.
With a sense of reluctance yet fear, it wanted to approach but was forced away.
The Emperor, clad in black Scale Armor, wielded a Shining Cross Sword in one hand. Atop the sword's hilt, the core from the Tyrannical Dragon seed to sense the pleasant surroundings, pulsating rhythmically like a heartbeat.
An angry dragon roar echoed.
The Three-headed Demon Dragon had already sensed the threat. This unwelco guest dared to seize its power, a provocation that drove it to the brink of madness.
"Is that dragon your doing?"
The perception transmitted from the Three-headed Demon Dragon suddenly made Mahmud II react, stating in an incredulous tone, "Is this Advanced Transformation Technique? Emperor of Greece, you've really hidden yourself well!"
Although phrased as a question, his tone was quite certain.
In Mahmud II's understanding, no creature could freely transform between the form of a Giant Dragon and a human. Such a feat could only be accomplished through the all-encompassing "Magic."
In truth, it wasn't that Losa hid so deeply.
Rather, he appeared in this world borrowing the appearance of Constantine XI, even perfectly mimicking his aura, concealing his own. Otherwise, if the Emperor suddenly had such a drastic change, Losa would have long been deed to have been possessed by the Evil Spirit by the Casters of Constantinople.
Losa himself lacked such ability; the rich bloodline aura within him was denser than that of an ordinary high-level Giant Dragon. Even with imnse effort to hide it, he couldn't conceal it from another high-level Giant Dragon.
"Are you ready to submit?"
Losa countered, his palm sweeping over the blade, instantly igniting a layer of raging fire.
Standing by his side, Viviana only felt the surrounding temperature drop rapidly, quickly returning to normal, and the surrounding Dragon Flas extinguishing, forming a "vacuum zone" free from fiery assault.
"Arrogant!"
Mahmud II sneered, tapping his scepter lightly, retreating soundlessly into the flas behind him, vanishing without a trace.
Countless Fla Evil Beasts manifested, roaring towards Losa.
The flas, like a torrential rain, sparkled; each fla cluster represented extre heat, and as they approached Losa, they exploded like bombs that could flatten a small mountain, yet failed to alter Losa's steps.
Losa glanced at Viviana: "Can you follow and conserve your strength?"
Viviana nodded firmly.
Imdiately, Losa's back erupted with broad fleshy wings ripping through his back armor, and his nacing dragon horn crest appeared. In his half-dragon form, he faced the incoming Evil Beasts and the torrential rain of fire, charging into the surrounding purgatory like an unstoppable war machine, unfazed and unyielding.
The sword blade pierced the Fla Evil Beast's head, and the Tyrannical Dragon Core at the hilt, like a greedy beast, swallowed the Fla Beast body made of Dragon Fla Essence, rendering this elental being vulnerable like a corporeal creature.
His steps never faltered, treading heavily atop the dragon's body below, climbing up its rocky spine against its tail.
The jagged dragon spine seed to beco the coronation road for a new king. With each step, sporadic flas submitted to him, and gradually, the red of the Tyrannical Dragon Core reached its extre, as if ready to explode at any mont.
At this rate, Losa, the "new king," would truly usurp the throne.
Unfortunately, the Three-headed Demon Dragon's counterasures followed swiftly.
With a deafening roar.
The world seed to spin, bringing forth a strong sense of weightlessness.
When Losa steadied his steps, the world before him turned entirely red, with molten lava and swirling smoke, the shadow of an unimaginable colossal dragon head appearing in the clouds before them.
They no longer stood in the shallow domain on the Three-headed Demon Dragon's back.
"Where is this place?"
Viviana's cautious voice sounded from behind.
"Deep Domain, or you could say inside the belly of the Three-headed Demon Dragon,"
Losa spoke gravely.
They'd lingered too long on the dragon's spine, too deeply tainted by the domain aura of the Three-headed Demon Dragon. When the ti was right, they naturally were drawn into the Deep Domain, which didn't surprise Losa.
This was also the Three-headed Demon Dragon's counterasure against him seizing its flas. The shallow domain might still allow Losa to take a portion to confront it, but not so with the deep domain.
Even though the Fla Domain couldn't suppress Losa, he could no longer leverage the power of the Three-headed Demon Dragon against it.
"Is the situation dire?"
Viviana transmitted her thoughts; she was also an expert in the Magic Domain, and according to textbooks, they should be dood.
"Of course not."
Losa lifted his head, staring at the Three Demon Dragon heads protruding from the clouds with a cold smile: "He replaced the shallow domain with the Deep Domain, it's not like we jumped in ourselves, so Mahmud II is here too."
As he spoke, his half-dragon body rapidly expanded into a dragon form over a thousand ters long, with lava-like patterns flowing between his Scale Armor, continually pouring the power seized by the Tyrannical Dragon Core into his body.
The Dual Fla Divinity inside him, urged to its limit by the vast power consisting of Losa's own essence, Copper-Horned Red Dragon's essence, and a small portion of the Three-headed Demon Dragon's essence, combined True Dragon Majesty with Dark Lord's authority, granting him domain-like power within the realm of the Three-headed Demon Dragon.
At this mont, half of the world belonged to Losa.
And the other half still belonged to the Three-headed Demon Dragon.
Losa's half wasn't seized from the Three-headed Demon Dragon but was entirely self-derived, like two beings with domains colliding with their domains.
The earth trembled, and lava gushed forth.
The symtry of both worlds was astounding. Losa's enormous golden eyes swept across the angry, wary golden eyes of the Three-headed Demon Dragon, and a mont later, with four continuous dragon roars, the two colossal beings clashed directly.
"I'll leave Mahmud to you."
At Viviana's ear, Losa's telepathic ssage rang.
She pressed her lips together, focusing her Spiritual Power into the opposing dragon's domain. Searing pain from fla burning seared her mind. Cold sweat poured from her white forehead as she gritted her teeth and pushed deeper.
"I found you."
Her gaze halted, lifting to view the two colossal beings clashing, then without hesitation, she charged into the opposing world with her sword.
"Such terrifying power!"
Mahmud II was wholly engrossed in supporting the Three-headed Demon Dragon in battle, directing the sky's lava rain to pour heavily upon the Red-Black Dragon, but it only created ripples without causing any damage.
This invoked a profound sense of powerlessness within him.
It was his first ti witnessing the Three-headed Demon Dragon fighting in such a manner. It was also through the Three-headed Demon Dragon that he learned the enemy before them, that Fire Dragon was indeed transford from Constantine, the Greek Emperor.
"A Giant Dragon transford into a human emperor by so Secret Art, curling up on a dilapidated throne—what's the purpose?"
He couldn't fathom it, just as he couldn't comprehend why that Female Knight would risk her life to kill him—they had no grievances or enmity. Could such powerful beings also be shackled by religious fetters?
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