Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

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As the "Ruby Realm" unfolded, the entire field of vision was instantly stripped away, and the space was dyed a pure, saturated, and dazzling crimson.

This red color is not still; it is spinning wildly.

Like the eye of a storm made of flowing rubies.

In this crimson realm, light is no longer light rays, but rather high-temperature rays with substance.

The air itself was ignited, producing a continuous, low-pitched popping sound.

This is the ruby ​​dragon bloodline inherited by Lady Wenna—fiery, powerful, and ferocious.

They are the ultimate form of the flame of life, and also the embodiment of the flame of destruction, pursuing a pure, direct, and explosive output of power, symbolizing unparalleled destructive power and the desire for conquest.

Immediately afterwards, a dragon roar that was much clearer and more realistic than before shook the entire sub-plane.

Behind Lady Wenna, deep within the core of the ruby ​​realm, a colossal structure composed of billions of perfectly faceted, shimmering crimson crystals stood proudly, its wings outstretched.

It is the embodiment of Wenna's legend—a miniature of a grown-up ruby ​​dragon.

Although it was just a projection, every angular crystalline scale, the dragon's eyes burning with intense light, and the wings and claws containing the power to split mountains and seas all exuded the chaotic and destructive will originating from the very source of the world.

The temperature within the area rapidly soared to terrifying levels, instantly melting the ancient stone walls surrounding the arena and leaving huge, horrifying dents.

The rising, hot air currents stirred up dust from the ground, turning the entire Colosseum into a scene resembling purgatory.

They were faced with intense heat rays and domain pressure that were enough to instantly incinerate anything below the legendary rank.

Instead of fear, Fyodor's face showed a fanatical excitement at the clash of equal forces.

Both of them are fire-attribute superhumans!
This duel was truly a battle of equals!
Fyodor was thrilled, thinking that he might be able to learn a new law of fire from this ruby ​​dragon that originated from the beginning of creation!

With a deep, sharp shout, Fyodor took a step forward, and the scorched earth beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

boom--! ! !
Centered on Fyodor's body, another completely different fiery inferno suddenly erupted.

This area is not like Wenna's Ruby Realm, which is a pure, dazzling crimson.

Its color is constantly changing—golden red, incandescent white, dark red, and incandescent blue, as if billions of flames are frantically stirring and merging.

The air was no longer burning, but was directly evaporated into nothingness by the raging flames.

This is not simply "heat" or "brightness," but a burning rule, a power that returns all things to their essential energy.

This is Fyodor's legendary domain—"Endless Fire"!
At the same time, a huge furnace also appeared within the area.

It is the embodiment of his legend, the eternal furnace.

The Eternal Furnace hovered silently above Fyodor's head. With each inhalation and exhalation of energy, the entire Endless Realm expanded and contracted slightly, like a breathing fire giant.

Neither side exchanged any unnecessary words, and the battle began immediately!
The moment the two great domains collided with a deafening roar—

There was no explosion sound in the traditional sense.

Instead, there was a shriek of rules collapsing.

The ruby's extreme high-temperature piercing and destructive rays clashed head-on with the endless fire's chaotic devouring and incinerating vortex.

At this moment, the sub-dimensional space emitted a clearly audible wail, and spiderweb-like black cracks appeared out of thin air and spread wildly.

The destruction was comprehensive, thorough, and catastrophic.

The once magnificent and sturdy circular grandstand crumbled inch by inch, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer.

The massive rock was instantly shattered by a terrifying energy storm the moment it detached from the main body, turning into dust invisible to the naked eye. It was then devoured and melted near the furnace of endless fire.

The sandy ground was the first to be hit, and was completely torn apart by the point of collision between the two major domains.

A terrifying, bottomless chasm appeared beneath their feet, and at the bottom of the chasm, one could even see the chaotic void beyond the sub-plane.

The originally chaotic and solidified sky was torn open with countless irregular gaps by the violent energy.

A chaotic void storm surged in, only to be engulfed and shattered by the power of the two fire-based domains below, leaving the entire space teetering on the brink of collapse.

The figures of Fyodor and Lady Wenna were now completely enveloped by the magnificent manifestations they had each summoned, representing the essence of their legendary power—

The enormous ruby ​​crystal dragon roared and swung its crystalline claws, formed from pure energy, tearing through space as it reached for the eternal furnace that seemed poised to melt the world apart.

Meanwhile, the Eternal Forge spewed forth a pillar of chaotic fire, formed from the condensation of countless flames and powerful enough to burn through all existence, crashing head-on into the enraged ruby ​​behemoth.

From the very beginning, this duel entered a realm unimaginable to mortals, a realm of scorching the heavens and boiling the seas, destroying stars and annihilating the moon.

The entire "Final Arena" space became an outlet for their power and a place of sacrifice!

Not far away, Claire floated on the edge of the stands, surrounded by a thin curtain of water vapor.

Extremely subtle changes appeared on her flawless face.

Her fingertips twitched slightly, and even larger amounts of water vapor condensed, isolating her from the aftershocks that seemed capable of burning even the soul.

At the same time, I gazed more intently at this legendary battle, which can be described as the pinnacle of fire magic on the continent.

As the reincarnation of the former mermaid clan leader, Claire's talent is naturally unparalleled.

Although she can't reach the level of those two people now, she can still learn a lot of new things from their battles.

In the arena, the battle between the two had reached a fever pitch and a stalemate.

It has evolved from a simple clash of physical and magical elements into a collision of pure laws.

In the central area where Fyodor and Lady Winna reside, two destructive rules are tearing each other apart.

Lady Wenna's "Ruby Realm" is like the core of a wildly growing crystal plague.

Countless enormous, sharp ruby ​​crystals, radiating a crimson glow, tore through the arena's railings, piercing in all directions.

Flames flowed within each crystal, transforming the dark arena into a blood-red inferno.

This is the law that Lady Wenna comprehended at the Legendary level—"Blazing"!
A vast realm that imprints the law of absolute high temperature into reality, transforming all forms of energy into the single attribute of pure high temperature.

In the center of this molten crystal hell, the legendary embodiment of the "Ruby Dragon" has already bloomed in fury.

It is no longer a mere phantom, but rather a colossal physical beast composed of materialized rubies and molten essence.

Each flap of its crystallized giant wings unleashes a destructive storm of molten crystal fragments and ultra-high-temperature beams of light that tear space apart.

On the other side, Fyodor stood firmly within the core pillar of light of the "Eternal Forge".

The power of the endless sea of ​​fire surged into his body, and every wisp of flame became an extension of his will.

His eternal furnace is composed of endless, ancient, brilliant, flowing flame runes, each roar drawing the essence of "heat" from Lady Wenna's domain.

The boiling, scorching energy, along with the free-floating fire element in the space itself, was transformed into a wild, surging torrent of fire elemental energy, which flowed continuously into Fyodor's body.

The law that Fyodor realized—burning!
This is the essence of Fyodor's power, a more subtle and fundamental law.

It not only pursues high temperatures, but also harnesses the most fundamental transformative and destructive power of "fire" itself.

Wenna's domain created an extremely high-temperature environment, which ironically became the most powerful source of nourishment for the "Endless Fire".

Lady Wenna raised her hand forward, and the dragon's shadow roared to the sky. Hundreds of huge, sharp crystal pillars in the domain tore through space like siege crossbows, shooting towards the eternal furnace core from all directions.

Faced with the fierce attack, Fyodor did not even move an inch.

The fiery runes flowing around him suddenly became viscous.

In the void, countless fine flame runes burned silently.

The destructive crystal pillar that Wenna fired struck the runic fire curtain the moment it hit the curtain of flames. Its violent and unparalleled pure "scorching heat" seemed to have encountered some kind of nemesis, and it was silently disintegrated.

This is precisely the erosion at the rule level:

"Burning" dissolves the singular violence of "fiery heat," transforming it into part of its own "fire."

The furnace roared and sang, which only made it shine brighter.

Lady Wenna's expression became much more serious. As expected of someone who could defend the title of the strongest legend for two consecutive terms, her combat power was indeed formidable.

She took a deep breath and stopped pursuing a complete confrontation in the field.

The entire ruby ​​realm suddenly collapsed inward, and the burning crystal was swallowed whole by the ruby ​​dragon phantom with its gaping maw.

The dragon's phantom suddenly solidified by a third as the sacrifice took place.

She abandoned her defenses, transforming her entire domain and her own magic into a desperate arrow.

Lady Wenna's human form vanished into the dragon's mouth, transforming into a blazing crimson sun.

With a thunderous roar, the dragon transformed into a destructive beam of light that burned everything in its path, crashing directly into the Eternal Furnace.

For the first time, Fyodor's face showed seriousness. The Eternal Furnace beneath his feet was operating at overload, and the power of the entire Endless Fire Domain completely collapsed into the furnace itself!
boom! ! !
A new sun bursts forth from the core of the endless sea of ​​fire.

All voices were silenced.

Beyond pure light and heat, there is only the collision and strangulation of rules.

click!
A crystal-clear voice resounded through the void.

A jet-black rift pierced through the center of the ruby ​​dragon's crystalline head!

Then came the second and third rounds!

The entire phantom of the dragon crumbled into pieces before Fyodor's eyes, like shattered crystal.

The enormous body crumbled inch by inch under the relentless heat of the fire at a visible rate.

Lady Winna's domain has been defeated!

The intense heat was eventually consumed by the eternal burning.

……

Fyodor breathed a sigh of relief, and the faint burning pain deep in his chest from activating the furnace with all his might was slightly relieved.

As Wenna's domain collapsed, he also withdrew his domain and aura with a thought.

The chaotic sea of ​​fire that could burn anything instantly receded back into its body, and the enormous furnace suspended above its head also rapidly etherealized and vanished into the air.

Only the lingering, terrifying heat and faint traces of the acrid aura of the laws of scorching remained in the surrounding space. His gaze fell upon Lady Wenna, whose aura was slightly unstable yet whose sharpness remained undiminished. His eyes held the respect of a worthy opponent, and he said earnestly:
"My domain has a suppressive effect on you, otherwise the outcome of the battle would be uncertain."

You're already very strong.

This was not just polite talk; the pure, intense, and destructive will contained within the opponent's domain did indeed put immense pressure on Fernando.

However, Mrs. Wenna showed no sign of defeat.

She raised her hand to brush away the sweat-dampened strands of hair from her forehead, a meaningful smile appearing on her lips:

"Really? I feel like you haven't shown your full potential yet."

Fyodor paused for a moment, then smiled wryly:
"This is already my peak combat power."

"Lady Wenna, frankly speaking, if you were to participate in the upcoming Noble Martial Arts Festival Legendary Division, with the strength you displayed today, you could at least secure a top-three finish."

Lady Wenna's expression held a hint of amusement. She paused deliberately, her gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the storage ring on Fyodor's left hand, and said softly:

"Don't you still have a fire-type artifact? If your domain is perfected, I'll definitely be defeated even faster!"

When Fyodor suddenly mentioned the Forging Furnace, he was startled. How did the other party know that he had a divine artifact?
However, before he could ask a question, an inexplicable killing intent, carrying an extremely cold chill, suddenly erupted from behind him.

This murderous intent was so pure and chilling, so completely opposite to Lady Wenna's fiery and violent nature.

It came without warning, yet it had been planned for a long time.

Like the coldest undercurrent in the deep sea, it silently sweeps towards the heart of its prey.

His fighting instincts, honed through years of life-or-death battles, saved him.

Fyodor quickly transformed into a blurry afterimage, instantly shifting half a body length to the side.

A silent, semi-transparent blade of water grazed his waist and abdomen.

Almost at the same moment the water blade missed its target.

Buzz... Splash...

The sound of surging tides arose out of nowhere.

Then, a magnificent, vast, and legendary realm, imbued with the spirit of the ocean, slowly unfolds.

A deep blue light emanated from the direction Fyodor had dodged, instantly enveloping most of the gladiatorial ruins.

The air became humid and heavy, and each breath carried the coolness of the sea breeze.

Countless visible phantoms of jellyfish, fish, and corals, composed of pure water elements, gracefully swam and shimmered in the blue light.

Claire's legendary domain—"The Azure Abyss"!
Fyodor stumbled, steadied himself, and turned around, his gaze fixed on the breathtakingly beautiful yet deadly figure not far away.

Claire remained suspended in the air, untouched by dust, her azure gown appearing dreamlike against the backdrop of the azure landscape.

The mermaid slowly withdrew her slender hand, which was like a flawless piece of white jade, with a trace of powerful magic still lingering on her fingertips.

The voice was filled with an unfathomable chill and scrutiny, like the deep sea.

"You dodged pretty quickly!"

Fyodor felt as if his heart was gripped by cold, iron claws, and all the clues suddenly connected at that moment.

Princess Grace of the Eastern Empire!
Lady Wenna, a high-ranking legendary figure!

Chief Claire of the Sea Clan!

The sudden invitation, the worthy opponent's challenge, and the chillingly precise surprise attack... none of this was accidental!
Fyodor finally realized something was wrong. He gripped the storage ring on his hand tightly, stared coldly at the two women, and asked in a chilling voice:

"What do you want to do?"

His gaze was like a knife, sweeping across Wenna's still playful smile before settling on Claire's dreamy yet cold face:

"Do you intend to start a major war between the Central Empire and the Eastern Empire?"

And you mermaids, do you want the Southern Empire to join forces with our Central Empire to wipe you out?!

He didn't ask the other party how they knew he possessed a divine artifact. Since a trap had already been set, asking further questions was pointless.

Claire parted her red lips slightly and said calmly:

"We two are just working together; the person who's looking for you... is someone else!"

She gracefully extended her slender arm toward the empty space to the side, as if lifting a curtain.

The words fell to the ground.

That space, which was originally sealed off by Claire's Azure Abyss Domain and ravaged by the previous clash of the two fire domains, was extremely unstable.

It was suddenly torn apart by a violent, intense force, carrying a strong aura of forged iron rust.

Two extremely rugged, rocky mountain-like dwarf figures shattered the spatial barrier and descended fiercely.

They stood firmly on the scorched and cracked earth, their heavy footsteps even causing the remaining ground to tremble slightly.

The man's body was as strong as a battering ram forged from refined gold, and his bulging muscles almost burst through the thick rune plate armor on his body.
The other person was slightly thinner, but his arms reached past his knees, his knuckles were thick, and his eyes were as sharp and scorching as a furnace.

Both of them exuded a terrifying aura belonging to the peak of the legendary rank, and carried a primal violence originating from the depths of their bloodline, as if capable of forging mountains!
Upon seeing the legendary dwarf appear, Fyodor's heart skipped a beat, and an endless chill ran down his spine.

Dwarves!
The legendary rank of the dwarves!
The artifact in his hand came from the dwarves!
Could it be that……

"Boy!
You are imbued with the aura of my race's sacred relics!

The dwarf, as massive as a battering ram, spoke first, his voice carrying a thunderous majesty.

His gaze was fixed on the storage ring that Fyodor was protecting at his chest, as if trying to see through it, before he roared out his name:

"Gregory Orn!"

The lean dwarf's voice was slightly low, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible sorrow:
"The dwarf brothers have no intention of offending the Central Empire; we have come only for the lost Sacred Forge."

"I am Barnes Orn, and the forge in your hand is the one lost by our ancestors!"

Ornn!

The people of the Forging Tribe!

A wave of intense bitterness surged up Fyodor's throat. Sure enough, the original owner had come looking for him!
Why am I so unlucky? I just got the forging furnace, and the original owner of this body came knocking on my door!
Gregory Orn's eyes burned with fury, as if he wanted to burn the thief who had stolen the holy relic alive.

He took a sudden step forward, and the ground cracked open from the center of his foot, roaring like an erupting volcano:
"Hand over the divine artifact of my race!"

With that roar, his movements were as fast as lightning.

His thick, calloused right hand suddenly transformed into a blade, slashing across his rune-covered left arm guard.

scoff!

The tough leather and lining split open with a snap, and a drop of thick, viscous blood, gleaming with golden light, shot out.

This drop of blood seemed to possess life and will.

It suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then began to boil violently.

Amidst the boiling blood, a phantom of a furnace, composed entirely of dark gold and crimson light, covered in ancient runes, and radiating boundless pressure and scorching heat, slowly appeared.

It is a furnace for forging!

At the same time, Fyodor felt the storage ring pressed against his chest begin to vibrate uncontrollably.

It felt like being pulled by an invisible force, as if it were about to fly away at any moment.

Barnes Orn, standing to the side, had a burning glint in his eyes as he stared intently at the violently struggling ring, his voice filled with ecstatic joy:

"As expected, it was in your hands!"
"That old bastard Heisenberg, he's got some nerve, letting a mere Legendary rank like you run around with a divine weapon!"

Barnes gripped the handle of the massive runic warhammer at his waist, and his runic armor erupted with a blinding red light, like a volcano about to erupt.

His voice suddenly rose:

"Since that's the case, then don't blame us for being impolite!"

Fyodor took a deep breath. Facing four legendary-level superhumans, he felt no lingering hope.

He gripped the ring, which was struggling wildly and trying to fly toward the Orn brothers, tightly in his palm.

The fire element, which had not yet fully subsided and was capable of incinerating everything, was reignited.

A great battle has officially begun!
……

Heisenberg suddenly opened his eyes, his face revealing deep anger and barely suppressed shock.

He slammed his palm down on the table in front of him, shattering it into pieces. The shards of stone and wood scattered in all directions, embedding themselves deeply into the protective array of light on the wall, creating ripples.

Such a shocking and out-of-control action startled his trusted secretary, Samuel Jones, who had been standing by his side with his hands at his sides, causing him to abruptly step back.

Samuel was secretly puzzled, wondering what his boss had done this time.

What could have made the usually composed Chief Heisenberg so furious?

He had previously received instructions from Cohen to find an excuse to stay by Heisenberg's side, closely monitor his movements, and report any unusual behavior immediately.

When Samuel received the instructions, he guessed that Cohen was planning some action against Heisenberg again.

Judging from Heisenberg's current reaction, this operation has probably hit him where it hurts.

Samuel suppressed the turmoil in his mind and asked with a worried expression:

"Sir, what happened?"

Heisenberg's gaze was fixed on Fyodor's direction, his eyes seemingly piercing through thick walls and intricate protective arrays, firmly locked onto the direction in distant space where a dramatic change was taking place.

He just received Fyodor's distress signal!
The fact that a high-level legendary player could send out a distress signal speaks volumes.

He almost immediately thought of the divine artifact he had just given to the other party, the Forging Furnace!

This is a crucial part of the House of Nobles' future plans; if anything goes wrong...

Heisenberg's heart trembled uncontrollably. (End of Chapter)