There was a trace of disappointment in Cassius' pale golden pupils, and he shook his head regretfully.
Ishmael was resurrected.
Although he had no fear of the Great Sultan, he could not kill the pasha in front of him.
And he was about to be unable to withstand the impact of the Great Sultan's wrath - after all, he was an existence with quasi-divine power, even if it was a projection, it was not easy to deal with.
At a glance, Ismail saw the red dragon staring at him in the distance. He immediately shook his head, fear and anxiety suddenly appeared on his face.
"You, you——"
"How could this happen! You should obviously have your head chopped off by me!"
"How dare you kill me!"
The image of his sudden death and his head falling to the ground is still in his mind
But soon, Ismail lowered his head and looked at the much shrunken body, and found that most of the power in his body had been lost.
"You, what did you do to me?"
His voice trembled.
Even when he died, he had never been so scared. Losing power made him feel real fear.
Power, that's all he needs to survive.
Only the most powerful efreets are eligible to become the Sultan's direct servants, the noble efreet pasha.
Once he loses his power, within the warlike race of efreets, he is likely to be replaced by those new efreets with a lower status.
"Ismail!"
"You idiot!"
The Great Sultan interrupted angrily.
Ismail looked at the projection of the Great Sultan in the distance, and his expression suddenly became extremely frightened and nervous. He actually knelt down directly in that direction.
"My Lord!"
"I'm sorry, I failed to live up to your expectations! You actually used your strength to resurrect me."
But the Great Sultan did not care about the Pasha who had lost most of his strength. Instead, he stared at the red dragon, his eyes full of anger.
If looks could kill, this great sultan would have already cramped the red dragon, skinned it, and cut it into pieces.
Cassius didn't care about the other person's gaze, he just licked his lips and said with a smile:
"Great Sultan, I'm here to negotiate. Let's have a temporary truce."
"Negotiation?!"
The efreet asked in disbelief, his tone sounding furious.
"You broke into my kingdom, seized my city, killed my people, and killed my servants!"
"We have already reached this point, and you still want to negotiate!"
Cassius shook his head slightly and said nonchalantly: "Great Sultan, that's just from your perspective. In my opinion, it's your men who are chasing my family members and insulting me in person."
"What I did was just legitimate defense."
Cassius was still confident.
The reason doesn't matter.
Even if it was an outrageous reason like "the city's legitimate defense to kill the fire djinn", he could say it without blushing or heartbeat.
In the communication between creatures in the evil camp, the most important thing is force.
If the great sultan had come in his true form and had the power of a god in his heyday, Cassius would definitely run away in a mess.
If you really can't escape, it is not unacceptable to kneel down and beg for mercy.
But now, what kind of trouble does a mere projection of a great sultan want to cause in front of him?
"What a legitimate defense!"
"If I don't stop you, will you still defend to the City of Brass?!"
The Great Sultan's angry roar echoed across the scorching wasteland, creating waves of air.
But he quickly calmed down and stared at the red dragon in the distance with sinister eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. That's it.
A blind anger can't change anything, it will only make you look incompetent.
"Cassius, I know that you, the descendant of Tiamat, the red dragon who occupies the great wilderness of Anzeta in the material world, calls yourself the so-called Emperor of Ember."
“Tsk, tsk, you’ve been in quite a bit of limelight recently——”
"But if you just come to the fire elemental plane and break into my kingdom, aren't you afraid that you will never be able to leave here?"
"Do you know what kind of existence you are provoking?"
There was a naked threat in these words, and the Sultan made no secret of his purpose.
Cassius nodded slightly and said flatteringly: "Of course I know your identity - the master of the City of Brass, the supreme monarch of the Fire Djinn Kingdom, and the supreme ruler of the Fire Elemental Plane."
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If it were normal, the Great Sultan would only think that this was the other party's flattery.
But this red dragon had just killed his servant in front of him and devoured the opponent's power. This was undoubtedly ironic.
The Great Sultan's expression became increasingly gloomy.
Cassius, on the other hand, paused slightly after reading the long and complicated list of titles.
Then he continued:
"But if you can appear here in your true form, I will never dare to step into the fire elemental plane."
He glanced at the other party with a half-smile, and greeted in a pretentious manner:
"It doesn't feel good to be pierced by Prince Zaman Lul's holy flame spear, isn't it? Tsk tsk, it is said that you were pierced on the throne."
"You greedy, arrogant red dragon!"
The Great Sultan couldn't help but cursed angrily.
Cassius's words hit his pain point again.
A few months ago, Zaman Rul and the fire dwarf rebels entered the City of Brass through a secret passage.
The Holy Flame Prince sneaked into his charcoal palace and threw a deadly spear, almost killing him on the spot!
Until now, the great sultan was still recovering from his injuries in the City of Brass and did not dare to step out of the palace.
The city is also heavily guarded as never before, with all passages blocked and anyone entering must undergo strict scrutiny.
Thinking of this, the Great Sultan stared at the red dragon with evil eyes and said bitterly: "Who sent you? What do you want to get?"
"Who sent me?"
Cassius repeated the Sultan's question, shook his head and laughed, and then continued to speak.
"That depends on your choice."
"If you insist on being an enemy of the Ember Empire and fighting to the death, then I will be the surprise soldier sent by Prince Holy Flame."
"I will fly in your vast kingdom, passing through every city and every position of the efreeti, and slaughter them like a god of death."
There was also a strong threat in Cassius's words.
But there was a hint of undetectable panic in the Great Sultan's expression.
Because what the other person said is feasible.
The battle on the frontline was tense, slave uprisings broke out in various cities, and the high-end combat power of the efreeti was sent to fight against the followers of the Holy Flame Prince.
As the great sultan of the fire giant, he was seriously injured and spent the whole day recuperating in the palace.
In this situation where the front line is tense and the rear is empty, no one can stop this ancient dragon-level or even more terrifying war machine.
And the Holy Flame Prince would probably be happy to see such a helper.
This guy really has the potential to turn the efreeti kingdom into chaos and give those rebels a chance to overthrow the efreeti rule.
The Great Sultan was thinking, while Cassius's words continued.
"But if you make a truce with the Ember Empire, give up pursuing these misunderstandings and frictions, apologize to me, and show friendship to the Empire——"
"Then all this is just a misunderstanding. I will not interfere with your Burning War, and I can even provide you with military support within my ability."
Cassius raised his head, with a plain smile on his ferocious dragon face.
"I have always pursued peace and do not advocate the use of force. All conflicts can be resolved through negotiation."
"You said, is that so?" (End of Chapter)