Ashen Dragon-Chapter 450 - 372 Mishas Ordeal

Chapter 450: Chapter 372 Misha’s Ordeal Chapter 450 -372 Misha’s Ordeal When the smoke cleared, the three players had already completed their ascension.

As players with only a “human basic panel,” their ascension wasn’t as dramatic as the one experienced by Misha, who was a “Child of the Elements.”

Summer Night Autumn Rain, Art is Explosion, and Loving the Dragon Like the Wind all grew reddish-brown dragon horns on either side of their foreheads, with fringes appearing on the edges of their ears, turning into “pointed ears.”

Their eyes turned into vertical pupils flickering with fire, exuding the pride of dragons.

Those contracts dissolved entirely, manifesting as magical patterns on their skin, forming crimson gold traces.

“How beautiful!”

“The appearance is maxed out too!”

The two female players couldn’t help but exclaim.

However, Loving the Dragon Like the Wind seemed a bit disheartened. He murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear:

“Where’s the promised muscular Half-Dragon, why is it this ugly human-like form…”

“Boo hoo hoo, my muscular Half-Dragon…”

“Going back to the guild like this, they’ll laugh at me to death. I went through all that trouble and didn’t even get a dragon head…”

However, Summer Night Autumn Rain was the first to react. She immediately maintained a kneeling position and addressed the emperor who had turned into a human:

“Thank you, Your Majesty, for your gracious favor!”

“We will become your most devout followers, your most loyal servants!”

“Your strength is as deep as the abyss and seas, your stature as majestic as mountains, your wisdom as vast as the stars, your kindness as radiant as the sunlight…”

“Yes, indeed…”

As a professional gamer, Summer Night Autumn Rain knew how to obtain the greatest benefits, especially since she had already bound herself to the faction.

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Flattering and showing loyalty was never wrong.

The other two players quickly followed suit.

In terms of “loyalty,” players from the information age were far superior to the natives.

According to the empire’s official statistics, players made up eighty percent of the publicity department, outperforming the natives so much that they were on the verge of pushing out those whose minds weren’t imaginative enough and faces thick enough.

Cassius nodded slightly.

“I hope you won’t waste my expectations and this power.” He uttered, “Return to the Tower of Everflame, let the empire’s fire burn even brighter.”

He gently waved his hand, causing ripples in the space, preparing to teleport the players back to Balash Volcano.

But an urgent voice called out.

“Your Majesty! Please wait—”

Loving the Dragon Like the Wind cautiously lifted his head, grinning obsequiously.

“Um…Great Majesty Cassius, before we leave, could we admire your magnificent figure!”

“It would be my greatest honor and lifelong wish—”

By the end, he was practically in tears, looking particularly sincere.

“It would be even better if I could touch the tail.”

Loving the Dragon Like the Wind rubbed his hands in expectation, secretly adding in his mind.

However, Cassius remained expressionless, merely waving his hand, and golden-red flames enveloped the players, directly tearing open space and teleporting them all to Balash Volcano.

“Swoosh—”

Before leaving, Loving the Dragon Like the Wind stretched out his hand from the spatial rift, his voice filled with sorrow: “Your Majesty! Let me see it—just a glance!”

Noticing Cassius’s peculiar expression, Misha quickly stepped forward to console him: “Please, Your Majesty, calm your anger.”

“He might have been…too devout, losing his sanity.”

“I know.”

Cassius responded briefly.

But if one observed closely, they would notice the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, revealing a somewhat helpless expression.

Devout?

I don’t believe that for a second!

Did they really think Cassius hadn’t seen the forums and didn’t know what kind of perverts those Dragon Enthusiasts Club members were?

If he reverted to his true form, that guy would probably risk his life to touch his tail.

He wouldn’t dare bet on it.

If that plot were to happen and be posted on the forums, the “mysterious, powerful faction leader” image Cassius painstakingly built would collapse instantly.

Once the players left, tiny glimmers of magical aura flickered on Cassius, and his figure suddenly expanded—only then did he revert to his huge, majestic Red Dragon form.

When taking human form, Cassius found it difficult to suppress his grand presence, and even more so when he returned to his true form.

“Being in human form is so stifling, the dragon form is much more comfortable…”

He stretched out his vast body and spread his wide wings, feeling a great sense of ease.

Cassius had been living in the Elzegai World with the body of a Red Dragon for more than a decade, and he had long grown accustomed to this feeling. On the contrary, every time he transformed into human form, he felt strange and constrained.

“Your Majesty…”

Misha looked up at the Red Dragon coiled atop the altar, her expression filled with utmost devotion.

Cassius thought of Misha’s trials on the Elemental Plane and casually asked: “Misha, did you meet the Sultan of the City of Brass?”

The City of Brass was the most famous region on the Fire Elemental Plane and the place travelers from the Prime Material Plane were most likely to visit.

The city was filled with powerful Fire Giants, many of whom regarded it as their home and capital, swearing allegiance to the Great Sultan who ruled from the burning palace even in distant colonies.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”

Misha shook her head slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, she slowly said: “Those Fire Giants were too arrogant…”

“We first stayed in a city controlled by a Fire Giant noble, known as a ‘Malik,’ and asked him for directions to the City of Brass.”

“But that Fire Giant noble disdainfully called me a ‘mongrel with human blood,’ and even worse…”

Misha’s tone grew increasingly agitated.

Recalling the previous experience, her eyes reignited with flames of anger, and her scarlet hair began to sway.

“He also insulted the great Ashen Empire and…you.”

“Oh?”

Cassius showed an interested expression.

“What did that Fire Giant noble say?”

“He said, he said…”

Misha hesitated but still gritted her teeth to say: “He said you were a mindless beast, unworthy of comparison with Fire Giants, and even claimed your empire was on the brink of collapse…”

“So, at that banquet, I chopped off that disrespectful Fire Elemental noble’s fingers and brought this item back to you.” Misha took out the [Fire Giant Noble’s Ring] from her bosom and presented it.

The golden ring flickered with firelight.

Indeed, it was Exotic Level gear.

Cassius accepted it, and Misha continued:

“Since then, that Fire Giant Lord put a bounty on me, forcing me to flee everywhere. He sent Fire Dwarves, Fire Giants, Flame Serpent Lizards, and even an Elder Fire Element after me, but relying on your strength, I defeated them all.”

Misha lowered her gaze, her expression somber, and apologized once more.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I failed your expectations. Not only did I not complete your task, but I also brought enemies to the empire.”

“But…any citizen of the empire hearing such words would be filled with righteous indignation.”

Cassius’s expression turned somewhat odd.

As expected of the former boss, no wonder her power was rising so quickly.

Goodness, she broke into someone else’s banquet in a fit of rage, chopped off the city lord’s fingers, and even wiped out the army they sent.

What kind of protagonist plot is this?

The Red Dragon spewed a breath of sulfurous heat, slightly stretching his wings, with a faint glow in his pale-gold vertical pupils.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve moved my body.”

“Heh heh, it’s time to visit the Fire Elemental Plane.”