The Fallen Sun

"Whoosh—"

The magnificent angel flapped its hundreds-of-meters-long wings, creating a powerful gale, and with just a few flaps, it ascended to a height of nearly ten thousand meters.

Seeing this, the Red Dragon flapped its Dragon Wing and followed closely behind, climbing at an extremely fast speed, still mocking, "Do you think this will work? The sky of the Material Plane is my territory!"

He transformed into a crimson afterimage, accompanied by towering flames, soaring into the sky and chasing after Barachiel and the others.

Thus, the two sides faced each other in the sky, neither willing to give way.

At this moment, they were tens of thousands of meters above the ground, with even the clouds beneath their feet.

At this altitude, the steel behemoths on the ground looked like ants, and even cities and mountains appeared extremely small. The soldiers on both sides were completely invisible, like countless tiny specks of dust.

At the same time, the surrounding air became thinner, and the sunlight in the sky became exceptionally bright.

Under the intense sunlight, Walter's divine armor gleamed brilliantly.

The intricate patterns on the armor absorbed the sun's energy, forming a semi-transparent spiritual armor on his body, while the Amanata emblem on his chest emitted a dazzling golden light.

As Angel Divine Descendant, Walter Graham's every inch of skin could draw upon the power of the sun to replenish himself.

In fact, after the Great Collapse of the Holy Fadlan, this Divine Descendant Duke was also greatly affected, his appearance gradually aged, and fine cracks appeared on his body.

Now, golden light shines through these cracks and fissures, making his body as fragile as a divine statue—this Angel Divine Descendant has begun to ignite his divine power and release the spark of life!

Walter flapped his wings, raised the Sun God's Longsword in his hand, pointed it at the Red Dragon in the distance, and his resounding words echoed in the sky.

"Evil dragon, your days of rampage in this world have come to an end. This place, this sky—is the grave where you will soon be buried!"

"Joke!"

Keosius sneered, suddenly spread his Dragon Wing, and roared in fury, "You? Without reinforcements from Heaven, you wouldn't even be qualified to stand before me!"

"You so-called descendants of the gods of Fadlan, the moment your emperor betrayed the Sun God, you were already a pack of pathetic, homeless dogs!"

"Shut up—you shameless dragon, stop using such despicable methods!"

Walter's face contorted in a ferocious grin as he roared, two beams of Beams shooting uncontrollably from his eyes. "I tell you—as long as the sun exists, Holy Fadlan will live on forever!"

He flapped his wings frantically, letting out a heart-wrenching roar, "Now! Do it!"

"What?"

Keosius's mouth opened and closed slightly, his expression suddenly changing as if he hadn't expected their sudden action at all.

"This farce should have ended long ago!"

Bala Echir had already placed the bright Silver Horn to his lips. He mobilized all the primal power from heaven, consuming several light wheels, and played an extremely melodious and resounding hymn.

In an instant, the laws of heaven descended, and countless blinding beams of Beams shot down, as if the entire Mount Paradise was crushing down on the Red Dragon.

Under this overwhelming power, even the Embers of the Burned Emperor Keosius was stunned in place, helplessly flapping his Dragon Wing, and briefly lost in thought.

And in that brief moment, a great deal can be accomplished.

Baraichier turned around and shouted sharply, "Your turn, Titus!"

"It's time to pay the price, you filthy Tiamat bloodline!"

The Ancient Gold Dragon roared, brandished its scepter, and uttered ancient Draconic, releasing a long-accumulated and incomparably powerful force.

[Dragon Binding Art]

Hundreds and thousands of shimmering chains surged from the void in all directions, like countless writhing giant pythons, quickly wrapping around the Red Dragon's massive body, firmly binding his neck, arms, torso, and even his tail.

"It's a success!"

Looking at the bound Red Dragon, Titus shouted with great excitement, appearing to onlookers as if he were about to burst into tears of joy.

With the combined efforts of three legendary powerhouses standing at the pinnacle of the Material Plane, they finally managed to temporarily immobilize the terrifying Red Dragon, and the battle was about to come to an end—but at the cost of Walter's life.

"Lord Barachiel, Titus, I sincerely thank you for your help, but please leave here immediately and enjoy the upcoming fireworks display."

Walter gripped his longsword, flapped his wings, and flew resolutely toward the Red Dragon.

Bound, Keosius struggled incessantly, the chains rattling under his immense force, but the Red Dragon seemed unable to break free from these chains specially made for dragons.

Keosius roared, cursing, "You damned bastard, what do you want to do?"

The Angel Divine Descendant did not respond. The light emanating from the cracks in its body grew increasingly dazzling, making its body almost transparent, and the outline of the sun appeared on its chest.

A look of terror finally appeared on the Red Dragon's face. Like any villain in a story, he angrily shouted, "Damn fool! You've detonated the source of divine power! You'll die too! Not only your body, but your soul will be burned to ashes!"

Walter gripped the Sword of the Sun God tightly, his expression resolute. He gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "Shameless dragon, I will burn my own life to save Fadlan, and I will take you with me—to annihilation!"

"You're crazy—"

With a roar of shock and rage from the Red Dragon, the light emanating from Walter instantly became extremely dazzling, as if a supernova had exploded, obscuring his blurry figure.

The flames on the surface of his body surged and churned violently like a raging sea, with wave after wave of energy gushing out from within, distorting and shaking the surrounding space.

Finally, Walter transformed into a colossal, blazing fireball, unleashing countless Beams light that showered down upon the Red Dragon high in the sky! This powerful Angel Divine Descendant had detonated the primal Sun God Power within him, burning his very life force, about to unleash this legendary tenth-ring Legendary Spell that transcended the limitations of the Material Plane—

The Doomsday

On the ground battlefield, the soldiers who were locked in fierce combat suddenly felt the sky brighten, and countless blazing Beams fell down, making it hard for them to open their eyes, and their skin was almost burned by the intense light.

Both the soldiers of the Embers of the Burned Empire and the Allied Forces looked up in surprise, instinctively shielding their eyes with their hands under the bright light.

"On Amanata."

"This, this is..."

Immediately afterwards, their expressions turned extremely frightened, and then became devout.

Weapons clattered to the ground, and the Allied soldiers either knelt in prayer, stood motionless in a daze, or covered their eyes and wept.

A second sun appeared in the sky! This was more than just a miracle; in their eyes, it was the true descent of the Sun God Amanata!

"It's Him! He's back!"

"The Lord has not abandoned us! The great and eternal Lord of Light has not forsaken the Fadlanites!"

"His Majesty Amanata has returned! He will save us and bring sunshine to the land!"

The allied soldiers waved their weapons and cheered, caught up in a frenzied atmosphere, as if they were witnessing the most wonderful thing in their lives.

Yes, to be able to create such a miracle, their god must have descended to earth to save Fadlan!

However, the faces of those divine descendants did not show smiles; instead, they revealed extreme sorrow and grief.

Kallen flapped her wings, gazing up at the "sun" in the sky, a single, glistening tear rolling down her cheek.

As a fellow descendant of gods, no one understood better than him the heavy price behind that seemingly glorious miracle—the life of a noble descendant of gods.

He lowered his head, his throat trembling, and said in a choked voice, "Yes, it is the Doomsday! Lord Walter..."

On the Collins City, Archmage Zalan also raised his head. His Eagle Sight allowed him to see a clear image ten thousand meters away, as well as the newly born "sun".

Although he believed he had been frightened enough that he no longer lost his composure when seeing anything illogical.

But upon seeing that "sun," Zalan's mouth involuntarily opened, his hand gripping the staff trembled violently, and even his voice became intermittent.

"Mystra, are you sure you're not seeing things? That... that's Legendary Spell! Gods, I've actually witnessed a legendary tenth-ring spell! I must..."

At this moment, Zalan's heart could no longer withstand the series of shocks. He suddenly turned pale, then fell straight to the ground and completely lost consciousness.

High in the air, amidst the raging fireball, Walter felt the excruciating pain of every inch of his body burning, and felt his power gradually draining away. Scenes from the past century flashed before his eyes.

He began as an ordinary human general, serving Emperor Aragon, Southern Expedition the Feanso Continent, achieving great feats, and receiving the blessings of the Sun God. He then waged endless wars across various planes, planting the banner of the Fadlan Empire throughout the world Walter Graham fought for the Holy Fadlan throughout his life; his glory, faith, and courage were all entrusted to it, and this was the sole meaning of his life.

In that case, dying for Fadlan, burning one's last breath to bring about a bright future, seems like a good choice.

With this in mind, Walter's will became even stronger. He continued to burn with the essence from the Sun God and resolutely crashed into the Red Dragon.

"Damn idiot!"

"Stop! Are you going to kill us all?!"

Looking at the struggling Red Dragon not far away, Walter suddenly found it somewhat amusing—it turns out that even this incomparably powerful Red Dragon Emperor could feel fear in the face of impending death.

It seems he's not invincible after all.

After a brief moment of thought, Walter, carrying the terrifying energy of the solar eruption, gradually closed the distance, preparing to end it all here.

At this moment, she could already see the Red Dragon's ferocious face, its vertical pupils like lava balls, and its sharp teeth.

But just then, Walter suddenly saw a mocking smile appear on the Red Dragon's face. The anger, fear, and panic from before seemed to have completely dissipated.

Keosius's mouth opened and closed slightly, his smile widening, "Walter, you don't really think—you can take me down with you, do you?"

In an instant, Walter felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer. A bad premonition arose in his heart, and the surrounding space seemed to freeze at that moment.

"Click".

The Red Dragon watch clicked, and everything around—including the huge, raging fireball—fell still, as if time and space had been paused.

Time Stop.

"What a foolish fellow to give his life for the illusion in his heart." Keosius slowly broke free of his chains and strolled up to Walter.

Or perhaps the spell was cast by him, requiring no effort to break free. Everything he had just done was a deliberate act—a ploy to lure this Angel Divine Descendant into a trap and release the seal on his divine power.

The original source of the Sun God Power would completely disappear and return to the divine realm after the death of the divine offspring. But now, that pulsating sun was burning fiercely in Walter's chest, about to unleash terrifying power.

Keosius extended his claws, grinning maliciously, and said, "However, your death is not entirely meaningless; at least it will provide me with a precious amount of Sun God Power."

The next moment, time resumed its flow, the flames continued to surge, and that terrifying energy continued to pour out. The [Doomsday] was about to be fully released.

But Walter looked up in horror and saw that the enormous Red Dragon had already come to him and entered the "sun" he had released.

"Sizzle—"

With a sound of flesh being torn apart, a sharp claw of Keosius pierced through the chest of the Angel Divine Descendant, forcibly tearing out the source of divine power from his chest.

Golden-red blood splattered as Keosius lowered his head, gazing at the golden fireball dancing in his palm, a smile of exceptional satisfaction on his face.

"Walter, as you wish, I will grant you a grand ending, but people will not remember you as a hero, but only as a sinner!"

"No--"

The Angel Divine Descendant shook his head helplessly, reaching out with his last strength and crying out in despair—but it was too late.

At this moment, Walter was filled with regret. His death would not only fail to protect the Fadlan Empire, but would also bring disaster to the entire Fei An Suo.

Walter finally realized that he had never had a chance from beginning to end; he had simply fallen into a trap carefully laid by the Red Dragon!

Everything—the so-called panic, chaos, and even terror—was a deliberate act for him, designed to force out his "Doomsday"! Wait, how could Keosius know his plan?

After eliminating all the impossible options, Walter turned around, somewhat bewildered, and looked at the Golden Dragon in the distance.

" By On Amanata, it was him!"

The Angel Divine Descendant gasped, spitting out blood. A profound sense of absurdity and despair rose within him, and the glorious past flashed before his eyes once more.

But now, those images are cracked, as if they have been shattered by a heavy hammer.

In the end, Walter's eyes glazed over, and he lost all life, slowly falling from the sky. His body continued to burn, wanting to continue releasing [The Doomsday], but he no longer had divine power as a source.

Thus, the "Wings of Fadlan" died. He lost his divine power and fell with a burning fireball, dying in a more dramatic way than any other divine descendant.

Meanwhile, on the ground battlefield thousands of meters away, the Allied soldiers looked up and could only see this: high in the sky, the newborn sun they believed in and on which they placed their hopes had fallen!