Confrontation and Melee

"No--"

The Ancient Gold Dragon flapped its wings violently, brandishing the scepter in its claws, and let out a mournful roar, "Evil dragon! How could you kill Duke Walter like this, kill such a person who upheld goodness and justice! Heroes will never be forgotten, but tyrants like you will be engraved on the pillar of shame in history!"

A dazzling beam of rainbow light shot out from the end of the golden scepter. The Beams was nearly a meter in diameter and contained the power of various elements. It shot straight toward the Red Dragon in the distance.

"Boom!"

Keosius extended his right claw, creating a magical vortex that easily absorbed all the energy of the rainbow light. He then sneered, "He wanted to kill me, so I killed him. Isn't that truly fair?"

"You self-proclaimed righteous hypocrites are allowed to attack me, this 'tyrant,' but I am not allowed to fight back. You want both fame and life? Where in the world can you find such a good deal?" the Red Dragon retorted calmly, a hint of mockery in his pale golden pupils.

"Besides, he came here to die of his own accord. He even unsealed his divine power source himself. I didn't force him to do it." The Red Dragon picked up the pulsating golden orb in his hand and examined it closely with a greedy look on his face.

Immediately afterwards, he tore off a small piece of the Sun God Power and swallowed it. The chaotic flames within his body decomposed that power, while the Fire of Order reassembled it into Keosius's own power.

The Red Dragon's enormous body had a well-defined division of labor, forming a powerful digestive system capable of drawing upon divine power.

The immense and scorching power of the sun surged into the Red Dragon's belly, filling his body and causing him to let out a soft, satisfied groan. Keosius even closed his eyes, as if savoring the taste of this power.

To Walter's allies, this was tantamount to devouring the remains of a fallen comrade in front of them—a blatant humiliation! "You, you will pay the price!" Ancient Gold Dragon's voice trembled with extreme grief and anger.

"A sinner."

Barachiel also looked solemn, and for the first time, a sadness appeared on the flawless silver face of the Lord of Paradise.

"In the name of Heaven, I will grant you the Final Judgment, so that the fallen heroes may rest in peace. Remember, the battle is not over! Though there may be sacrifices on the path of light, justice and order will ultimately prevail!"

Barachiel's eyes sharpened, and the silver longsword in his hand once again burst with lightning, releasing a blade composed of Star Radiance. A divine form hundreds of meters tall appeared outside his body, with countless huge halos spinning behind him.

The Golden Dragon dragon flapped its wings and soared into the air, roaring, "Duke Walter was deceived by this cunning Red Dragon, which is why he lost his life! There are no rules to deal with this kind of creature! Lord Barachiel, let's attack together this time and not give this despicable villain any chance!"

Keosius flapped his Dragon Wing, instantly soaring over a thousand meters, not forgetting to let out a wild laugh, "Finally can't resist showing your true colors? Hahaha, good, then let the entire Fei An Suo see the ugly faces of you hypocrites and pave the way for the future of the empire!"

"Boom!"

The thunder roared through the sky, but instead of responding, Barachiel countered with a sky full of heavenly Heavenly Lightning, then slashed horizontally with his Star Radiance longsword.

However, the Red Dragon easily dodged by simply turning to the side, and opened its mouth to spew out a torrent of dragon flames, turning half the sky into a sea filled with tongues of fire and smoke.

Under the masterful control of the Elemental Master, Keosius's dragonfire could even burn the clouds in the sky and devour Barachiel's Heavenly Lightning.

Two completely different elemental forces collided, Contend Against, and merged, forming a constantly surging, magnificent cloud, sometimes raging with flames and sometimes flashing with lightning and thunder.

"Subspace Sword!"

With a Barachiel roar, countless golden light swords carrying the power of heaven flew towards the Red Dragon, even tearing apart the space they passed through.

"Roar—" Keosius opened his mouth and spat out a raging dark red dragon flame, creating a barrier of fire in front of him that devoured all the lightsabers.

When Barachiel used True Sight to look around, he did not find any trace of the Red Dragon. He did not notice that above his head, flames rapidly condensed into the shape of a giant dragon.

"Watch out above!" Titus shouted anxiously, flapping his wings as if to come to the rescue, but the Red Dragon smiled contemptuously, pointed with its claw, and a thick pillar of fire blasted the Golden Dragon away.

As Keosius swooped down from the sky, his mouth brimming with terrifying flames, he was about to pierce through the divine incarnation from above.

Barachiel suddenly folded his wings, raised the longsword in his hand above his head, and the vast power of heaven gathered above his head, transforming into a silver round shield with a diameter of 100 meters.

Heavenly Sacred Shield

"Boom--"

Dragonfire poured from Keosius's mouth, but was blocked by the silver round shield, unable to penetrate any further.

As Barachiel swung his longsword, the Star Radiance blade descended from the sky with terrifying force, as if to cleave the Red Dragon in two.

"Aww—"

Keosius could only let out a long roar, flap his Dragon Wing, and suddenly turn around, hiding his figure under the cover of dragon flames.

The Red Dragon has many wounds on its body, but they are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Barachiel was also in a sorry state; his enormous wings, covered in white feathers, were tattered and covered in scorch marks, and his violet robe, adorned with stars, was torn and tattered.

But the light of heaven enveloped his entire body, and all his wounds and imperfections were rapidly healing, returning him to normal in just a few minutes.

The most pitiful sight belonged to the Ancient Gold Dragon Titus. Its once gleaming scales were now dull and lifeless, covered in scorch marks and stained with mottled blood. Its wings were torn like rags, and its body was covered in wounds.

There was a shocking gash on his side, revealing scarlet flesh and blood that was still gushing out – it was ripped open by the Red Dragon's claws.

This once majestic and noble Golden Dragon now resembled a blood-soaked "Black Dragon." Even so, the Golden Dragon roared angrily and bravely lunged at the Red Dragon.

At this moment, the battlefield in the sky had become extremely chaotic, with various powerful spells intertwining and dazzling magical lights.

The surrounding Weave was almost completely disrupted by this terrifying battle, and the space within this Material Plane became extremely fragile, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Let alone high-level spells, even those top-tier spells of the eighth and ninth rings were thrown out like they were free, just to create some obstacles for the opponent, and often they wouldn't even work.

Several enormous figures moved among them, fighting endlessly, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, often only revealing a fragment of their form.

On the ground, Archmage Zalan slowly opened his eyes amidst the anxious calls and continuous healing spells from his subordinates, only to be met with the chaotic sky.

The sky was obscured by churning clouds, emanating terrifying energy fluctuations, and powerful beings were engaged in a chaotic battle within them, each clash akin to a natural disaster.

Zalan's lips turned pale, and he muttered to himself, "Gods, has this battle not ended yet? Do they intend to destroy this space?"

Suddenly, as if remembering something, his expression froze, and his tone became anxious. "That's right, there's also that tenth-ring spell!"

He stood up, shook his subordinate's shoulders, and asked emotionally, "Where is that miraculous sun in the sky? Where did it go? Could it be that I was hallucinating just now?"

"That's impossible! I saw it with my own eyes, how could this be?"

The mage remained silent for a moment, then shook his head, his face pale. "My lord, you are not mistaken. It's just that... that sun, or rather Duke Walter, has already fallen."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, and Zalan looked in the direction the other was pointing, and was immediately dumbfounded.

There lay the body of an Angel Divine Descendant, his chest ripped open, flowing with golden-red blood.

His body was still radiating intense heat, scorching a huge, blackened crater in the ground, and no one dared to approach it—it was none other than the corpse of Duke Walter, whom Zalan knew well.

Standing there stunned for a long time, Zalan finally managed to utter a few words from deep in his throat. "This, this is impossible."

"Help! Someone come quick!"

"Lord Zalan has fainted again!"

"Cleric, come quickly! Lord Zalan is foaming at the mouth! No, he's bleeding from his nostrils! By Mystra!"

The surrounding crowd descended into chaos once more, while many others gazed up at the battlefield in the sky, silently praying.

Faced with such a cataclysmic force, they seemed to have lost the ability to choose their own destiny and could only wait for their fate to unfold.

"Boom!"

Keosius manipulated the raging Fire Elemental to create a hundred-meter-long fiery claw, which actually managed to grip the Star Radiance Sword.

The raging flames spread rapidly along the blade, burning the arm formed by the light of heaven.

The Red Dragon exhaled a puff of Sulfur Scent white smoke and roared arrogantly, "Barachiel, the mighty ruler of Lucia—is this all the power you have?"

Barachiel tightened his grip on his longsword, holding it against his chest, and said coldly, "Foolish dragon! If this were the Silver Heaven, your dragon head would already be decorations in Malhovic Fortress!"

"Roar--"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Golden Dragon roared and flew in from behind, ignoring its wounded body and baring its fangs and claws as it pounced on the Red Dragon.

However, Keosius didn't even glance at it, and simply swept his tail across the Golden Dragon, which was far too large for him, and flung it away with a howl, adding another wound to its chest.

"What a ridiculous sneak attack!"

Keosius flapped his Dragon Wing, creating a scorching gale, instantly creating distance and reaching a point thousands of meters away, where he confronted Barachiel and the Golden Dragon.

He looked at the rather miserable-looking Golden Dragon and nodded in satisfaction.

Very well, he intends to cultivate the image of a "pioneer against the Red Dragon" for his own persona in this battle, thereby increasing Titus's influence among those who oppose him.

The image of "Dragon of Dawn" and "Wings of Aurora" was already magnificent enough, but what if we added the feat of "risking his life to fight the Red Dragon and avenging his best friend"? Keosius refused to believe that with these glorious deeds, he could not infiltrate those righteous forces, gain their trust, and become a high-ranking member of these forces.

"But soon, today's scene will be finished." Keosius grinned maliciously, thinking to himself.

The Red Dragon then turned to look at Barachiel. In just a few minutes, bathed in the heavenly light, his flawless body was restored to its original state, showing no signs of weakness.

This was indeed a formidable enemy for Keosius.

As the Lord of Lucia in the Silver Heaven and a member of the Seven Fierce Assembly of the Mount Paradise, Barachiel's power originates from the Mount Paradise, or more precisely, from the Silver Heaven.

Although the power of the Outer Plane is suppressed in the Material Plane, Barachiel never mobilizes more than the limit of its power, instead transforming it into the halo behind him and releasing it when necessary.

Moreover, as long as the power of the Silver Heaven does not dry up and the Silver Sea does not run dry, the power of Barachiel will be inexhaustible.

No wonder Barachiel is so arrogant and confident in supporting Duke Walter; to beings in the Material Plane, He is practically invincible.

While Keosius's Progenitor Dragon physique certainly endowed him with powerful regenerative abilities, it was clearly unwise to risk an entire Outer Plane energy through attrition—something only those native Red Dragon with muscles and magma flowing through their minds could do.

Keosius knew he had to seize the opportunity to strike decisively and avoid getting bogged down in a bad positional battle, otherwise he would be the first to be worn down.

Although it sounds easy, inflicting a fatal wound on Barachiel is an extremely difficult task.

Those heavenly lights truly disgusted Keosius; the spells he released were smoothed out by the power of order, and even the flames of chaos could not consume them. Even wounds healed quickly.

—As Outer Plane representing order and justice, Mount Paradise is inherently restrained by all chaotic existences, especially the Abyssal Devil.

However, Keosius did not reveal all his trump cards to Barachiel. The other party only knew that the Red Dragon possessed the Chaos Power, the spellcasting ability of Legendary Sorcerer, and the bloodline of the Progenitor Dragon. After several battles that shocked the world, these were basically known to the top experts and were already semi-public secrets.

But none of them knew that after killing the demon, Keosius also obtained another power from the system— the Orderly Breath.

Order and chaos, justice and evil, are inherently opposed, like fire and water, and no one could have imagined that these traits would appear in the same individual.

"Perhaps... it's time to end all of this," Keosius thought, gazing down at Barachiel in the distance.