The Immortal Legacy: Black Mists Demon ( Book 1)

A Will Of Fire

The sky was covered by a purple scorching heatwave that bolted out the skies with profound flames. A four hundred meter dragon could be seen releasing huge flames as it demonstrated it's overbearingness to the world. In the ground, numerous creators could be seen. As of that moment, the front lines were reduced to nothing. If one had known the peaceful borders between the two empires, once filled with wildlife, what was left of it now would truly flabbergast them.

The rank 9 General Dragon in its own right could be called a creature of destruction. Its wings kicked up a hurricane as it flapped its wings and took to the sky. General Odin Grayson was stationed on its head, looking imposing and majestic. He wore a carefree expression that could not be shaken by the likes of anyone on the battlefield. For one to be able to summon a creature such as this, it truly showed their latent talent when it came to cultivation and the ways of the proud.

"Why have you summoned me here, Grayson?" asked the dragon in a deep voice that sounded as if it could destroy any and everything its eyes touched. Shockingly, it was capable of speech and possessed an elderly air about it. It sounded wise to all who heard it.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you, Lord Flame, but I have urgent matters that I need to finish and are proving to be bothersome." Odain Grayson saluted.

"What is this matter of which you speak of, little one?" asked lord flame. He was high in the sky, looking down below, blazing bright like the hot sun in high noon as the pressure in the atmosphere got more and more intense.

Odian Grayson was on his head panting, cold sweat running down his forehead, his face pale as he found it very hard to stand steadily. His men were surprised beyond compare when they saw what was happening, one minute he was looking high and majestic and the other he was looking weak and feeble. No one knew why he looked that way but some quickly came to the conclusion and associated the cause of the problem with the dragon and the underworld flower.

The underworld flower was a forbidden technique given to their emperor by a high official of the underworld as a gift for a deed that he had done for them some time ago. In the underworld, among some of the strongest martial skills and techniques, it was ranked fifth, its power was truly one made to destroy anything in its path, but it consumed a lot of Qi.

Therefore, if the person who activated it does not have enough Qi in his Qi realm to support the activation of the underworld flower, it would draw on one's life force. The longer it's activated, the more life force it will draw from its activator.

It was said that only their emperor was qualified to activate such techniques without bringing harm to him. In their hearts, their emperor held a position as high as the heavens, because, in a world where the strong rule over the weak, he was truly one to look up to. Lord flame, a rank 9 Saint General Dragon, birthed by the sixth mountain of flames, had a power that was truly to be feared.

No one knew if he was a regular summon or a contract summon but one thing was for sure was that their general had summoned it into this word. No one knew the effect a creature of this magnitude would have on one's body, because the Qi to summon a creature as powerful as this was tremendous and he had already activated the underworld flower at a cost of his life force.

"You are weak Grayson, to burn even more of your life force to summon me here was a fool's decision," lectured the dragon has he looked directly at Mich Son.

 "Yes, I know Lord Flame, but I need this to end as quickly as possible, that's why I... I haa" as the general tried to explain himself, his body started to grow old, his hair was now completely white, his Qi realm was unstable and signs of it collapsing was visible. He held his chest as he panted in pain, exhaustion was written all over his face.

"Grayson, at most you only have three years to live, your longevity is burning out, is this all worth it?" questioned lord flame as he circled in the air.

"Yes, it is" Stated Odin Grayson with a serious face.

"Very well then, I will give you power your kind is yet to understand, but in return, I will need one hundred sacrifices. Can you offer that to the one Grayson?" Acold light shone in the eyes of the Lord Flame.

"Yes I can" he answered without hesitation. The dragon stayed silent for a while as he looked at the weak frame of a man that was weakly standing on his head.

"Very well then. If you break your promise to this one, I will take your soul."

With that, the dragon roared to the skies and as it did, purple flames burst out of the mouth of Odain Grayson. His body was blazing hot. Steam was coming from his body as his longevity return to him. His aura of the seven-level of the general realm rose to that of the ninth level. His hair was no shoulder length and purple. His skin returned to normal. A purple armor formed on his body with a roaring dragon on the chest of the armor.

The dragon then released a beam of light out of its mouth that transformed into a purple and black great sword. It's aura spelled death to all who looked at it.

"T... This power, it's unbelievable"

Murmured Odain Grayson as he looks down on his body that was covered in flames. The sword floated down in front of him and with swift moments he graded it out of the air. General Mich Son was struggling with his wounds. One of his arms had been torn off and blood was endlessly flowing out of his shoulder. The ring on his finger flashed and a red pearl could be seen in his hand. He went on to crush the pearl which then transformed in a raging flame.

He possessed a strong will power and determination. He brought the flame forward and burned his left shoulder, closing the wound in the process. It was the quickest of methods he could think of whilst in the situation that he was in. The pain the fire brought was somewhat unbearable and his face twisted as his insides turned when the pain hit in, but he had a will forged by fire. He gritted his teeth and endured the through toe backing on a stone pain.

He then looked up at the dragon and noticed that it was looking straight back at him ruthlessly, the blood in his body started to boil as the heat in the area started to rise and a crashing pressure invaded his body.

"Raaahaaarrr"

Lord flame roared and released a huge wave of flames that blasted towards him, the atmosphere burned as it crashed towards him at high speed. Purple flames raged ruthlessly towards the wounded general that with quick steps, activated the most powerful movement skills to evade the flames, but movement skills alone could not help him out of this situation.

"Wind style. Wind bullet!"

The wind turned like a fierce hurricane. Large amounts of shell-like bullets were created midair, rotating around Mich Son. The sight of these rotating shells was shocking, but their auras were weak when compared to the incoming flames. With changing hand signs, a green symbol was created mid-air and shook violently. He pushed out, crashing the shaking symbol and the winds picked up speed and the shells grew double in size. They grew intense and the rotation speed also increased. With a point of his finger, they shot forward to intercept the raging flames.

"Boom boom boom"

Loud explosions continuously rang out as the two attacks made an impact. Shock waves aftershock waves of fire which was also carried by the wind-blasted outwards continuously. The wind bullets tried their best to counter the force of the purple flames of the dragon but in the last, the shells all collapsed one after the other. Fire rained down on the battle, setting it ablaze.

The warriors of the Sky army were ruthlessly killed by these flames. Their general had a straight face on because he had already made up his mind to sacrifice one hundred souls to the dragon. To him, it didn't matter who he sacrificed as long as he did it.

The raging beam of flame continued to rush towards Mich Son, but its aura and power of destruction were greatly reduced due to the wind shells counter attacks. In his line of sight, the purple beam of flame grew larger and larger. Mich Son was panting due to exhaustion.

"Give it up Son, there is no escaping your faith"

Chuckled Grayson as he watched the panting warrior on his last breath. A bright light flashed and a black turtle could be seen in Mich Son's hands, he then bit down on the tip of his tongue and spit out some of his lifeblood onto the turtle's shell. The black turtle glowed red with blood. Its shell expanded within the blink of an eye to form a shield around the general.

"BOOM"

The flames and shield made an impact. The ground quaked and broke apart. Flames encircled the shield like a tsunami destroying a small city, the atmosphere collapsed around the shield as the magical item tried its best to fight back against the roaring flames.

"I can't hold on for much longer" general Mich Son gritted his teeth as the shield was push back with him in its center. Seeing that the shield was holding up, Odain Grayson smiled and pointed his sword outwards. A black beam of light shot out and bombarded the atmosphere. This beam of light which came from the great sword was filled with sword Qi and battle energy and was growing even more intense with every passing second.

The beam of light collided with the turtle shield and it shook violently, roaring sounds could be heard as the dragon shot forward to destroy it, the turtle shield was a magical treasure that one could use for life-saving purposes, which the wounded general wasted no time to use. The shield was under tremendous pressure and started to show signs of collapse. The strong-willed general started to cough up fresh blood. As he used his right arm to hold his chest, with glittering eyes, he suddenly sensed the aura of the incoming dragon.

"I can't stop this evil creature from advancing and this flame what exactly is it. Not to mention this beam of sword Qi and battle energy. It's out of this world Ugh."

As the turtle shield began to collapse, General Mich Son gritted his teeth and was forced to retreat. The shield held back a lot of the pressure and brutality of the attack, he coughed up huge amounts of fresh blood as he was knocked one hundred and fifty meters from his original position, with a black burned mark on his chest.

The Greenfield General was in a sorry condition and state of mind. He was extremely weak and exhausted. His Qi was depleted and his Qi realm was on the verge of collapsing. The martial skill 'wind bullet' took the last of Qi that he had stored up in his Qi realm. He could absorb more Qi from heaven and earth if he wished to but it would first need him to be in a meditative position before he could do that.

"Look at you. You're already at your breaking point. Why don't you just give it up and just lay down a die piece of trash."

While standing on the dragon's head, General Odain Grayson wore an arrogant expression. He was all smiles and disdain while looking down at the weak and poor condition of the Greenfield Empire’s first general, commander of ten thousand. To him, Mich Son was just a stepping stone that he could get rid of with the wave of a hand. To him, he was truly insufficient to the extreme. Not to mention the battle powers of the dragon, Lord Flame who hadn't even used twenty percent of his powers yet.