Colossus: The Fire Dragon 소설 & 이야기

"Don't look down!" Tristan gritted his teeth and pulled himself up. Don't look down. Don't look down. He looked down. Below them, the white expanse of the tundra was broken by a chaotic scene of fire and smoke. The Mammoth was roaring across the ice, its treads churning up a storm of snow. Its steam-cannons were firing rhythmically, blue blasts of energy slamming into the Citadel’s outer shields. The fortress was firing back. Massive green beams of Aether-plasma streaked from the towers, carving trenches in the ice. The Mammoth swerved and drifted, Vane driving the fifty-ton machine like a sports car.

Perhaps it is the accumulation of his karma of the past. For Kurai on the other hand, his is more tragic. As he keeps reading, he looks strained. Kurai's first life as the first Red Dragon or rather his original epithet the Southern Sea King, is a tyrant. He goes on rampages, kills and ravages villages and lands and is the most destructive of the four Dragons. Cai Kang's past life did not have any hubris and continues to be benevolent while the other three have crimes of their own. His is the worst though.

Telagus roared, losing the calm composure he had previously, quickly closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath a second later in an attempt to prevent anger from overtaking his thoughts. “Very well, slow and painful it is then,” Fafnir growled happily, inhaling deeply before opening his mouth to allow green flames to pour out, swallowing Telagus. “No!” Rector yelled, reaching his hand out when he saw Fafnir engulf his wife’s body in dragon fire, he knew it would destroy Telagus, but also his wife as well. Once Fafnir stopped his cone of flames, a large cloud of black smoke floated away, revealing charred blackened sand and dirt, with Telagus still standing before them, smiling.

Elder Michael said. “Of course Elder,” Megan said and stood up. I wasn’t permitted to go with her so I waited with Felix while Megan left with all three Elders into an adjoining room and I could feel the moment Kaida separated from Megan. She was a beautiful dragoness, silvery white in colour and about half the size of Abeloth, which made her a tad smaller than a violet dragon.

Emi inquired. "A Dragon Lord possesses longevity, for one. Take Lucian, for example. He will stop aging at thirty years old and won't resume aging for thousands of years," Visenya elaborated. "Additionally, Dragon Lords possess the ability to produce two types of fire: red and blue. Their red fire is like any other fire, capable of burning and destroying, but their blue fire possesses incredible healing capabilities." Emi's eyes widened with wonder as she contemplated the concept. "A fire that can heal?"

Mane flew towards Dragon King Bast with the armored dragon’s maws opened wide. “Illi, cuius nomen Summum est, vocatus es; veni, spiritus ignei imperatorii!” A large ball of fire made gathered within the dragon’s jaws. Dragon King Bast’s eyes opened wide when he saw this as his rage grew. The flames he saw were not yellow or Mane’s signature blue, but red flames that carried the scent of blood! As that fire ball formed, his desperation reached its zenith.

She slumped with the impact. She was losing consciousness as the gun was being pulled out of her hands. Someone snorted. “We hit the jackpot. The bitch is here in a sexy avatar. Let’s show her where she belongs.” Men guffawed. No… no… no… this can’t be! Please don’t let me faint God! Not now, please… she fell into darkness and oblivion. A/N Thank you everyone who has decided to read this book. Follow my I*G* to get updates on latest books and inspirations. Remember to leave comments.

The rage in its eyes could not be feigned, and the fury that was communicated by its voice left no chance for negotiation. Delores, the woman who stood between Kylie and the fire dragon, smiled slightly upon hearing the dragon’s remarks. She who wore a red robe that concealed even her neck and travelled all the way to her feet, revealing nothing but her unclad toes, only chuckled at the words of a being that could destroy the earth. She was a middle aged woman with hair as long as the silky sheets and To this woman who manipulated the elements as freely as a potter moulding clay into his desired shape, the words of the dragon were nothing but amusing.

This colossus, this taint, are a flame I must wield, a legacy to forge. The reborn world quakes, its radiant chasms boiling, their starlight streams chiming like breaking glass under the colossus’s tread. Elara’s vision grips me—she seals the nexus, a crystalline core hidden beneath the reborn world, but a shadowed figure, the keeper-king, vows to claim it, his ambition mirroring the oracle’s. My cosmic aura amplifies the chaos, my humanity slipping, Lena’s laughter a faint echo beneath Elara’s plea, Child, your light is the key. Theryn’s tainted aura pulses, their voice a hiss. “Aelys… the fragments lie beyond the colossus.” Zynara’s infection worsens, her void-dagger twitching, her voice a

Fenris yelled from the front. I looked out the reinforced window. The sky wasn't green anymore. It was **Black**. One of the Reaper ships had rebooted. But it wasn't firing spores. It was descending slowly, its obsidian hull transforming. It wasn't a ship anymore. It was becoming a massive, multi-legged **Colossus**, a metal god designed to crush anything that moved. And standing on the head of the Colossus, silhouetted against the dark sky, was a figure that made my heart stop.