Dominion of The Beast Masters

Chapter 232: Red: Blood and Steel



Moses's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving as his body started to give out. His muscles burned, his vision blurred, and yet he refused to fall.

Summoning every ounce of his power, he kept conjuring beasts, one after another, their forms materializing in a desperate attempt to overwhelm Eratz and his relentless aces.

But it was futile.

The Terrakrus dashed across the battlefield, its massive frame crashing into the summoned monsters, each swipe of its tail sending creatures flying.

The Thunder Lycaon darted through the chaos, its electrified claws ripping through flesh with terrifying speed. Above, the Aetheri floated like a guardian, its translucent glow creating barriers that trapped and crushed Moses's beasts.

From the skies, Raijinara rained down devastating bolts of lightning, incinerating clusters of creatures as soon as they appeared.

In the air, Cinderblaze and Eratz fought Moses, their movements synchronized as if they shared a single mind. Moses was overwhelmed by their combined assault, each blow driving him closer to the edge of unconsciousness.

"N-No..." he muttered, his voice trembling with desperation. His body swayed, his vision darkening. He could feel his strength slipping away. "I won't lose... I can't lose..."

Then, with a guttural roar, Moses made a decision. It was all or nothing.

He clenched his teeth, his eyes blazing with determination as he crouched mid-air. His body began to glow, a pulsating light emanating from within.

Eratz flinched, his instincts screaming danger. Without hesitation, he activated Raijinara's beastification, lightning wings spreading wide as he flew away.

Moses's body exploded with energy. A massive orb of raw power burst outward, a shockwave of destruction that obliterated everything in its radius.

The ground split apart, debris launched into the air, and a deafening boom shook the entire arena. The audience gasped as the colossal force sent a ripple of terror through the battlefield.

Fredrin's eyes gleamed.

"Now..." he whispered, his body moving in a blur. Using the chaos as his opportunity, he closed the distance between himself and Colin in an instant, his hand outstretched, reaching for her face.

And then... Kaida intervened.

With a fierce cry, Kaida shoved Colin aside, her wings flaring as she placed herself between Fredrin and the young fighter. Fredrin's hand grabbed her face instead, his grip tightening as he snarled.

Behind them, Moses's body transformed. His figure grew larger, his muscles bulging grotesquely as he morphed into a half-giant minotaur. Steam hissed from his body as he roared, his monstrous voice echoing across the arena.

Eratz gritted his teeth, his crimson eyes narrowing as he prepared to charge. But then he flinched, his attention drawn to Kaida.

Fredrin slammed Kaida into the ground with brutal force, his intent clear as his body glowed with energy. Determined to destroy them, here and now, he unleashed an explosive field spell, the energy radiating outward in a destructive wave, but at the same time, Kaida's face twisted in rage beneath his hand, and with a defiant roar, she activated her own field spell. Two opposing forces collided.

Fredrin's explosion met Kaida's fire, the two energies clashing violently. The resulting blast ripped through the battlefield, a devastating surge of destruction and flame. Colin and Milo, caught in the shockwave, were blown away, their screams of pain lost in the cacophony. Then, something shielded them.

Large, crimson wings spread wide, enveloping Colin and Milo in protective warmth. The heat of the battle dissipated around them, replaced by an overwhelming presence that commanded attention.

Everyone froze, their eyes drawn to the source of the wings.

A giant dragon stood tall amidst the chaos, its scales gleaming like molten lava. Its massive form radiated an aura of primal power, its amber eyes burning. Smoke curled from its nostrils as it opened its maw, unleashing a torrent of fire that consumed Kaida and Fredrin.

The flames roared like a living entity, their intensity unmatched as they surged forward. Fredrin's explosion wavered, the fire overpowering his energy as it engulfed him. Kaida's own flames seemed to merge with the dragon's, creating a blaze so fierce it lit up the entire arena. The dragon's presence was mesmerizing, its sheer size and power a terrifying spectacle. It reared back, its wings stretching wide as it roared, the sound reverberating like an earthquake. The battlefield trembled beneath its might, the ground scorched by its fiery breath.

Moses lifted his gaze, his monstrous form dwarfed by the beast. For the first time, fear flickered in his eyes as he stared at the creature towering above him.

[Name: Ignis, The Wildfire]

The battlefield was a scene of chaos and raw destruction. The fire consumed everything, leaving no corner untouched by its blazing wrath.

Flames replaced the air, creating an inferno that illuminated the arena in a hellish red glow. Smoke billowed upward, choking the air with ash and embers, as the earth beneath trembled with the force of the destruction.

In the heart of the blaze, Colin screamed in agony. Her hands glowed fiercely as she pushed her fire healing to its absolute limit, desperately trying to counteract the overwhelming devastation around her.

Tears streamed down her face but never reached her chin, evaporating before as the relentless heat bore down on her. But the fire was too strong, the force threatening to obliterate her

efforts.

"Please..." she whispered through gritted teeth, her voice hoarse from the strain. She clenched her fists, channeling every ounce of her energy, but the flames only seemed to grow fiercer, mocking her struggle.

Moses felt the searing heat as well. His massive form trembled as he shielded himself with his forearms, his skin blistering under the relentless blaze. In his current form, the heat was an unbearable weakness.

He needed to take another form to adapt, but he was already in his strongest mode, how could he take a weaker form when his opponent was more dangerous in the fire?

He roared in frustration, realizing he had no choice but to endure, but every second in this inferno pushed him closer to his limits.

Fredrin, however, made his decision quickly. In a burst of panic, he shifted his beastification to one of fire, his body adapting to the flames as much as possible. His body shifted, turning red-hot and smoother, resembling molten rock.

His heart pounded furiously as his gaze darted upward. The giant fire dragon loomed above, its maw glowing ominously as it charged another devastating blast.

But Fredrin's focus was not on the dragon. It was on Kaida, the girl pinned beneath him, her face clenched in pain as he gripped her tightly. He had finally gotten his hands on her, and he knew this was his only chance.

If the Pharaoh returned now, he wouldn't stand, it would happen anyway, so now was the time to take one point. His fingers dug into her skin as he pinned her harder against the ground, his desperation palpable.

With a guttural roar, he lifted Kaida's head and slammed it back down with a sickening thud, delivering a brutal headbutt.

Her skull cracked audibly, and blood trickled from her nose, but Fredrin didn't stop. Again and again, he drove his forehead into hers, each impact more savage than the last.

"No time... no time..." he growled, his panic mounting as the seconds slipped away.

Kaida's fingers twitched, then tightened around Fredrin's wrists. Her grip was ironclad,

belying the damage she had sustained. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet his, her expression

shifting.

There was no pain, no anger, no frustration... only mockery.

A faint smirk tugged at her bloodied lips as she raised her middle finger right at his face, her

body shining with a faint, fiery glow.

Fredrin's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What the..."

And then the fire vanished.

Fredrin froze mid-motion, his instincts screaming at him to look up. His head tilted back, and

his eyes widened in horror.

Above them, all the fire in the battlefield had converged into a single, brilliant point. Itn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

swirled and crackled, a molten sphere of destruction gathered around Eratz's clenched fist.

He hovered in the air, his silhouette framed by the blazing inferno as his crimson eyes burned

with unrelenting focus.

"Ah..." Fredrin whispered, his voice barely audible.

He scrambled to stand, releasing Kaida as panic overtook him. But before he could fully rise, Kaida's hand shot out, gripping his arm with surprising strength.

"Get your ass..." she rasped, her voice raw. Then, with every ounce of strength left in her

battered body, she drove her head upward. "Back here!!!" The headbutt landed with a resounding, bone-cracking thud, like a thunderclap in the chaos.

The sheer force shattered Fredrin's nose, a violent spray of blood painting the air as he staggered back, his face contorted in shock and pain.

Kaida's body shone brighter and unleashed a burning wave of aura, while Eratz's fist landed

squarely on Fredrin's neck.

The explosion that followed the two attacks was cataclysmic. Fire and energy erupted outward, a blinding wave of destruction that shook the entire arena.

The ground shattered beneath them, and the air itself seemed to ripple from the force of the impact. Fredrin's body crumpled under the blow, the sheer power severing his consciousness through a slow, long, and painful process of destruction.