Beneath the Red Dragon

Since millions of years ago, after the moon exploded and a countless meteor firestorm descended, the creatures of this world have never seen such a sight.

The red comet that spanned the entire continent like a plow from the outer cosmos grazed the sky, as if a golden-red sun tore through the horizon, shaking the Nine Heavens and the cosmos within.

The sky rumbled with rolling thunder, like the fiercest claps of thunder exploding.

Boundless clouds collapsed, like vast seas swelling up from the sky, covering everything forward. It was a sound of an explosion and roar akin to the divine radiance of a god.

Even standing on the ground, looking up, it was difficult to discern the appearance of the red comet in the sky, only feeling the irresistible, overpowering momentum sweeping through.

Countless demons thought it was a meteor falling, wailing in the language of the Abyssal Demon, roaring: ”The world is about to be destroyed, to be completely taken over by demons, greet the end of this world!”

Only powerful High Tier Demons could faintly see that among the comet spanning the sky, there was a unique Giant Dragon.

An unparalleled Ancestral Red Dragon, with six massive Dragon Horns tearing through the air’s resistance, gathering a boundless surge of Magic Power, rampaging through the sky.

Demons swarming like tides beneath the flight trajectory of the Ancestral Red Dragon were hundreds of meters below its wings, swept out of the sky by the air currents caused by the Ancestral Giant Dragon, wailing and flapping powerlessly as they plunged down.

Hundreds and thousands of relatively weaker Bat Demons and Owl Demons were blown apart by the shock waves of this Ancestral Giant Dragon, their bodies exploding, blood rain scattering, instantly vaporized by the enormous scarlet flames, disappearing from this world, their chaotic souls unable to escape.

The surging tides of Elemental Power and Magic Power couldn’t keep pace with the body of this Ancestral Red Dragon, enormous whirlpools of elements and magic storms forming one after another outside the blazing red flames it radiated.

Under the terrifying absorbing power within the Ancestral Red Dragon, any region it passed over was instantly drained of all Magic Power and Elemental Power, forming vacuums of magic and element.

Even the sunlight in the sky seemed to be swallowed by this extremely fearful absorbing force, streams of Elemental Power and Magic glowing whirlpools instantly transformed into black hole-like wind eyes.

Countless densely packed black hole wind eyes and sounds slowly emerged behind the red comet’s flame tail, like the eyes of demons, descending from an Exotic Realm upon the world.

This also temporarily plunged the sky beneath where the Ancestral Red Dragon passed into a state of darkness.

Only that several miles long, several miles wide blazing red flame, became the only light in the world, under the sun.

A powerful Little Demon Lord stood on the peak of a mountain, gazing at the infinitely distant horizon of the sky.

This winged Purgatory creature, with a head grown with thick bone horns and a mouth with long fangs, embodied its perfect demon form.

Layers of burning, flowing flames spewed from the dark red muscles of its body, the segment-like iron thorned whip in its left hand also wrapped in flames, demonstrating the formidable deterrence of this Purgatory Flame Demon’s whip.

Beneath its right arm with raised dark red muscles, it also held a Heavy Sword forged from Abyssal Death Iron Ore.

This Beheading Longsword, crafted and nurtured by the Balrog Flame Demon race, in this Demon Lord’s hand, looked like a flame from purgatory, a dazzling lightning bolt.

It is an unparalleled terrifying Purgatory creature in terms of power and ferocity—the Balrog Flame Demon Lord.

In the Endless Plane of the Bottomless Abyss, most Balrog Flame Demons served the Demon Lords, as generals or officers.

Those Balrog Flame Demons who didn’t serve Demon Lords were even more powerful and influential, commanding their own Demon Army, dominating territories.

An ordinary adult Balrog Flame Demon, when standing, was only about four meters tall. This Balrog Flame Demon, standing atop the mountain peak, was fully twelve meters high, evidencing the strength of this Little Demon Lord.

At the foot of the mountains, an endless swarm of demons, enacting destruction and conquest upon the world, comprised the Legion it commanded.

In this world, its power and status only came second to the legendary Demon Sakres. Although this Balrog Flame Demon was once easily defeated when challenging the legendary Demon Sakres, it remained undeterred.

For no Balrog Flame Demon could be a coward; as long as there was a chance for battle, they never refused.

Even the unmatched power of the Ancestral Red Dragon couldn’t intimidate this proud Purgatory Lord.

”A powerful Red Dragon, but that’s not a reason for you to cross my territory and fly over my head,” said the Balrog Flame Demon named Don Quixote, extending his enormous wings as purgatorial flames roared.

The speed of the Ancestral Red Dragon was unmatched, even for the proud Balrog Flame Demon, the terrifying sonic boom trailing far behind, causing the Red Dragon’s flight to verge on silence.

Then the muscles in the legs of this Purgatory Lord surged, trampling the mountain peak, launching skyward with a thunderous flapping of wings, the innately controlled Spell-like Bloodline Power surging within him.