Chapter 1631 Pyrothos
Pyrothos, as expected, was immediately infuriated. His maw opened wide, scars running along his throat lighting up like molten metal as a fireball began to form.
"Pyrothos, this isn't necessary. I only acted to save the lives of my daughter and son-in-law. They are too weak to handle your aura."
Pyrothos didn't answer, the fireball suddenly rolling in his throat like tempered metal before it suddenly erupted akin to an iron ball from a cannon.
BOOM!
The world seemed to collapse. The laws bent and twisted, however, under some mysterious power, rather than breaking into the void like an attack of such power should have, it somehow forcefully stabilized the world around it, forcing it to withstand its power.
Lysander unleashed a roar, sending Ryu and Selheira far from himself as he sparkled with a crystalline light.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Lysander slid through the skies, tall mountains of crystal forming as he blocked the fireball that rolled through the skies far more like molten metal than a bundle of flames.
"Pyrothos!" Lysander spoke with exasperation.
The Dragon Emperor suddenly burst through the mountains, appearing before Lysander with such speed that the latter couldn't react.
A claw appeared around Lysander's throat, the Dragon Emperor's claw glowing with dark runes.
All the land for tens of thousands of kilometers collapsed as Lysander was slammed into the ground.
Pyrothos stood above the Crystal Dragon arrogantly, drawing blood as he pressed the latter's head into the ground.
The Dragon Emperor snarled, sulfur and plumes of black smoke emitting from the sides of his maw. His one foggy black eye and one crimson pupil flickered with malice as he bent down, pressing into Lysander harder.
Lysander seemed to have given up, until he heard a familiar roar that made his expression change.
A mournful roar echoed through the skies as Pyrothos bit into one of Veridia's gorgeous wings, ripping to the side.
A sickening tearing sound echoed along with an equally sickening crush. Skin and bone were shorn as Veridia's entire wing was ripped away.
Blood flowed in rivers.
"STOP!"
Pyrothos didn't seem to have heard anything. His claw raised into the skies, one pressing down into Veridia's chest and the other glowing with an eerie black light.
Lysander landed heavily by the two dragons, his eyes struggling.
"Please, this is enough-"
Pyrothos' claw ripped into Veridia's face, taking both of her eyes and shredding apart her beautiful, reflective scales.
As though he wasn't satisfied with this alone, the claw that had been in Veridia's chest was pulled out and suddenly ripped her jaw open, crushing the bones in her lower maw as his second claw ripped into her mouth.
"This foul tongue, I'll be taking it as well."
Veridia's tongue was torn out and much of her throat was burnt through. Even if she wanted to make a sound, it would be nigh impossible.
Lysander's eyes bulged, his crystalline eyes reddening. His entire body flexed and the world trembled before it suddenly became eerily still almost as though it had been forcefully stabilized.
Pyrothos snorted, billowing ash of black coming from his nostrils and spilling over Veridia's half-dead form.
He pushed off her body and launched himself into the skies, not even looking back at Lysander who remained unmoving from start to finish.
...
In the distance, Ryu watched this scene in silence. He had been sent so far away by Lysander that if not for their sheer size and his Heavenly Pupils, seeing across such a distance would have been impossible.
His gaze didn't carry coldness, nor did it carry indifference. And, as he stood there, holding onto Selheira so that she wouldn't rush off, he seemed to understand something. It was all so insignificant, so small, and yet the consequences had somehow become so drastic...
He burned the image of the Dragon Emperor into his mind.