Starting at Hogwarts, Logging into Elden Ring Chapter 282: The Power of Deathflame, and the Dragonlord’s T

Placidusax’s dragon breath only lted the crude weapons clutched in the undead army’s hands.

Their skeletal fras glowed red-hot—

But did not crumble.

Strengthened by Arthur’s death authority, ordinary heat was aningless to them.

One after another, the undead sward onto the dragonlord’s colossal body.

They clawed.

Bit.

Scraped with bone and fang.

The damage?

Negligible.

Placidusax’s scales were harder than bedrock.

But the humiliation?

Unbearable.

The dragonlord roared.

This ti, it unleashed crimson lightning at full output.

The entire colosseum drowned in red.

Even the storm beyond flickered with its power.

Surely this would annihilate the grotesque corpses.

It did.

But that was exactly what Arthur intended.

Arthur had never expected the undead to truly injure Placidusax.

That was never their purpose.

Within each summoned corpse, he had embedded a spell:

Deathfla Burst.

The mont the undead bodies were destroyed—

The spell detonated.

Gray-white flas of death exploded outward.

Placidusax’s lightning eradicated the army in an instant—

And triggered every single detonation.

Deathfla engulfed the dragonlord.

The explosions tore open scales.

And once ignited—

The fla fed on living flesh.

Burning hotter.

Stronger.

Clinging like parasitic rot.

Placidusax writhed in agony as the gray-white fire crawled over its body.

Arthur frowned.

This was stronger than anticipated.

He had intended only to injure the dragon.

Not to incinerate its entire corpse.

He still needed that body.

Placidusax’s flesh would beco bloodline essence—

Fuel for Ifrit’s ascension.

He raised a hand.

The deathfla obediently withdrew, flowing back into him.

Placidusax felt the pain ease.

It lifted its heads.

But gratitude was not in its nature.

The wounds were Arthur’s doing.

It would make him pay.

Arthur shifted tactics.

Death authority was too destructive for his goal.

So he summoned another power—

The blood of Mohg, Lord of Blood.

Crimson energy coalesced into thousands of threads.

They shot forward.

Piercing into the dragonlord’s open wounds.

The threads drank.

Blood siphoned rapidly.

At the sa ti, they dulled Placidusax’s senses.

The dragon thrashed violently.

Lightning talons slashed, severing strands.

But more replaced them instantly.

Placidusax realized sothing chilling.

At this rate—

It might beco the first dragon in history to die of blood loss.

It abandoned the threads.

And charged Arthur directly.

If the source died—

The magic would end.

Arthur stepped onto the Dark Moon Greatsword.

Sword-flight activated.

He ascended swiftly.

He refused direct engagent.

He kited the dragonlord from afar.

Only a legendary blade refined into a natal flying sword could move at such velocity.

An ordinary flying sword—

Or a broomstick—

Would have been caught instantly.

Placidusax chased.

But could not close the gap.

Enraged—

It invoked ti.

Invisible temporal force wrapped around Arthur.

His surrounding ti flow slowed.

His speed diminished.

Arthur responded in kind.

Temporal authority surged outward—

Neutralizing the drag.

But Placidusax seized the opening.

It accelerated itself with ti manipulation.

In the next instant—

It was before him.

It knew lightning was useless.

And Arthur had dodged its breath before.

So it combined both strategies.

Twin dragon heads exhaled—

And simultaneously froze ti around Arthur.

No escape.

Arthur’s heart tightened.

He unleashed his full temporal authority.

Ti collided with ti.

Space warped around him.

For a split second—

The arena itself distorted.

Just before the dragon breath struck—

Arthur shattered the temporal lock.

He Apparated.

Vanishing from the breath’s path.

The next mont—

He appeared behind the dragon’s neck.

The Dark Moon Greatsword rose.

And fell.

Too fast.

Too sudden.

Placidusax failed to react.

One massive head separated cleanly.

It continued spewing dragon breath midair—

Before blood erupted from the severed stump.

The dragonlord finally understood.

Another head—

Gone.

Agony exploded through its body.

It roared to the heavens.

And Arthur—

Had already retreated over a hundred ters away.

Watching calmly.

The battle had shifted again.

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