Earth-Shattering Roar
Keosius flapped his wings, lowered his head, and countless dazzling points of light burst forth from his chest. Terrifying energy accumulated in his throat was released all at once with the sound of air exploding.
Primal Breath!
Thick pillars of fire tore the sky apart. The outer flames had turned a brilliant blue, while the inner flames were an extremely dazzling white. The temperature had reached tens of thousands of degrees. If ordinary mortal objects were here, they would probably be evaporated by this aftershock.
But as the embodiment of war, as a god who has fought since ancient times, Gruumsh has killed many dragons and is very familiar with their breath weapons—even though the power of these breaths is beyond imagination.
"Buzz—"
A resounding clang rang out, and countless intricate patterns lit up on the orc's mottled, battle-worn black plate armor, as dozens of high-level divine spells were cast upon his body.
"You think you can defeat a god with this ridiculous breath?"
Gruumsh rose into the air amidst billowing black smoke. He reached out with his left hand and pulled out a huge shield projected from the void, engraved with the emblem of One-Eyed God, and held it in front of him.
Instantly, the blue and white pillar of fire was blocked, or even reflected, and the high-temperature flames turned into Skyfire in front of the giant shield, almost burning the space into a hole.
However, Gruumsh was not afraid at all. His divine power transformed into a blood-red light, which adhered to his body and the surface of his shield. The Greater God power provided an indestructible protection.
His single eye was filled with ferocity, fixed on the Red Dragon not far away, a blood-red light flashing in its pupil. That gaze sent chills down Keosius's spine—it was the Eye of Untinking! "Not good!"
Keosius quickly turned his head away, deliberately avoiding eye contact, but a blinding blood-red light burst forth from that single eye, even engulfing him.
In an instant, Keosius seemed to be transported back to that ancient battlefield, where before him lay mountains of corpses and seas of blood, piled high with Elf, Dwarf, and orcs—or rather, the divine power of the Orc God had pulled the Red Dragon back tens of thousands of years, reconstructing the world of the past! Meanwhile, Gruumsh's true form, holding Blood Spear, sat atop a hill of corpses, looking down upon him with a voice like thunder. "Desecrator, be pierced through the heart by a spear!"
In the real Material Plane, Gruumsh's right hand also gripped the Blood Spear tightly, veins bulging on his arm, accumulating terrifying power, the spear tip aimed directly at Keosius's heart.
The sharp tip of the Blood Spear was enveloped in black light, emitting a thin black mist and exuding a murderous aura—that was the Dragon Slaying Power! For any being that possesses the essence of a "dragon"—even if it is only slightly related—this power can cause great damage. In the ancient wars, Gruumsh used this method to kill several famous Ancient Dragon.
As the possessor of ancestral blood, the essence of "dragon" is extremely strong in Keosius, almost equivalent to the word itself.
Taking advantage of the moment when the Red Dragon was distracted by the Eye of Untinking, Gruumsh quickly launched an attack.
"The blasphemers shall be pierced through the heart by a spear!"
Gruumsh's voice boomed like thunder. With all his might, he hurled Blood Spear with a sinister grin. The Blood Spear, imbued with the Dragon Slaying Power, pierced through the air and flew straight toward the Red Dragon's heart.
At that moment, Gruumsh in the ancient battlefield also rose from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood. He roared angrily and hurled Blood Spear at Keosius.
In an instant, Keosius's body, mind, and even soul were attacked simultaneously. The Blood Spear, surging with the Dragon Slaying Power, was about to kill him completely! Erasing all his existence in this world! "No, danger! This is clearly an illusion!" Keosius roared in his heart.
The next moment, raging flames erupted from the Red Dragon's pale golden vertical pupils, and the ancient battlefield in front of it burst into flames, crumbling into pieces like a shattered mirror, while the Blood Spear also suddenly shattered.
The ancient battlefield, constructed with divine power, was destroyed in an instant!
Gruumsh was slightly taken aback, then laughed and said, "You actually broke free! But it's too late now!"
The Blood Spear had already pierced through the sky, transforming into a black streak of light, appearing before Keosius, about to pierce his heart.
Sensing the highly targeted "Dragon Slaying Power," Keosius's expression changed drastically, realizing something was wrong.
"Such methods... truly befit the embodiment of Greater God!"
He felt an instinctive shudder, fear, and hatred. He could even hear his ancestors—those Progenitor Dragon hundreds or thousands of meters long—raising their heads and roaring mournfully.
This feeling was unprecedented for him since his ascension to the level of Sub-Progenitor Dragon. Even with the toughest scales and the thickest skin, he couldn't withstand this attack that went straight to the heart of the matter.
I must get away! I must get away from it at all costs! Keosius roared in his heart, thousands of chaotic thoughts flooding his mind in an instant, and dozens of spells were cast in quick succession, empowered by the Tide of Spells.
The spell inscriptions on the Red Dragon's scales suddenly lit up, and various colored spell lights reflected on its massive body. More than a dozen protective spells emerged one after another on its surface, while School of Transmutation spells boosted its speed and physique to the extreme, and mixed spatial turbulence surged around it.
At this moment, Keosius was like a mobile magical fortress, flapping his wings and about to turn into a crimson afterimage.
However, Gruumsh's single eye was filled with confidence and contempt. In his eyes, the magic of mortals was meaningless, as fragile as paper, and could not withstand his attack at all.
"Sizzle—"
The Blood Spear, carrying the Dragon Slaying Power, tore through the void and continued flying toward the heart of the Red Dragon. It relentlessly pursued it, getting ever closer, as if it would never stop until it pierced the dragon.
"Click".
A crisp sound rang out.
A gold pocket watch engraved with intricate patterns appeared high in the sky, its hands suddenly stopping with a click, frozen at a certain moment.
In an instant, accompanied by an incomparably powerful force of spacetime, the space within a radius of dozens of miles seemed to be frozen in time, with flames, gravel, and dust all suspended in mid-air.
In the Blackstone Mountain battlefield beneath them, bullets and shells remained suspended in mid-air, and the flames spewing from the muzzles of the Imperial soldiers' guns remained motionless.
The orcs roared ferociously as they charged through the hail of bullets, mimicking the motion of swinging battle axes. Their faces were contorted with rage, and their spittle seemed to dart through the air.
There was even an orc whose forehead was precisely where the bullet would strike, and if time resumed its flow, the next moment, the bullet would shatter his skull and pierce his head.
In a sense, Keosius temporarily saved his life, but the orc, whose mind had stopped, was unaware of this.
Keosius unleashed the full power of the Time Pocketwatch!
It will create Time Stop for up to twelve seconds, but in return, the Time Pocketwatch will lose a lot of power or even be damaged after this use.
But Gruumsh, in the distance, remained unaffected, Freedom of Movement within the frozen spacetime. He merely frowned slightly and muttered, "It's the aura of Roald, that damned Ancient Time Dragon."
He raised his head, looked at the Red Dragon in the distance, and smirked. "However, do you think that a mere Time Stop can stop a being of Greater God?"
"Whoosh—"
The Blood Spear pierced through the stagnant spacetime and continued its descent into the Red Dragon's heart, only now at a much slower speed. Unlike before, when a moment's delay would result in an instant piercing through the heart.
In this silent world, Keosius flapped his wings frantically, soaring through the low sky at unimaginable speed, constantly dodging the pursuit of the Blood Spear.
"Stop struggling—"
"Foolish Red Dragon! The moment this Time Stop ends will be the moment your life ends!"
The arrogant voice of the Orc God echoed in the sky, causing the world, Time Stop, to tremble slightly.
Gruumsh traversed space time and time again, following the Red Dragon from afar, ready to witness his enemy being pierced through the heart by his own Blood Spear and losing his life.
"You're celebrating too soon!"
Suddenly, Keosius turned around, the dragon crystal on his chest shining like a celestial body, radiating endless light and heat, as if the whole world was overwhelmed by this light.
In the final moment of Time Stop, the flames of chaos, the Fire of Order, and the Sun God Power intertwined and poured out, unleashing an incomparably vast and turbulent torrent of energy from the Red Dragon's mouth!
"Boom--"
The Blood Spear continued to surge toward the Red Dragon's heart, but under the torrent of energy, it was like a small Blood Spear going against the current, its speed becoming increasingly slow.
The "Dragon Slaying Power" wrapped around the Blood Spear was also eroded and neutralized by this torrent, becoming increasingly faint, and eventually turning into wisps of black mist.
In the end, the Blood Spear formed from divine power completely disintegrated in the torrent, turning into scattered specks of light that were devoured by Keosius's Plundering Breath.
The next moment, the Time Pocketwatch dimmed, and tiny cracks appeared on its dial. The effect of [Time Stop] also stopped abruptly, and time and space began to flow again. Thick smoke billowed and surged, a gale swept across the land, and gravel flew in the wind.
Due to the spacetime imbalance caused by [Time Stop], the space at the edge of the spell's influence range became distorted, resulting in various spacetime turbulence.
On the ground battlefield, the bullets mercilessly pierced the orc's skull, instantly splattering brains and sending bone fragments flying.
"Boom!"
"For the glory of Father God!"
"For the Empire! Long live His Your Majesty Keosius!"
"Crush them!"
Gunsmoke filled the land as orcs charged forward, brandishing their weapons, only to fall one after another under the brutal firepower of the Imperial soldiers. This cruel and bloody world had finally been revived! For a moment, Gruumsh's expression turned grim. He gritted his teeth, his face filled with rage, and a deep light once again burst forth from his single eye.
That Blood Spear was a projection of His true divine artifact, a product of divine power. After the Blood Spear was devoured by the Red Dragon, Gruumsh felt that one-thousandth of His true divine artifact had also been consumed.
This is no small amount; after all, it represents the accumulation of the Orc God over thousands of years, and it was damaged by a mere mortal! Keosius had already sensed the eerie light in the Eye of Untinking and quickly dodged away, flapping his broad wings and stirring up a scorching gale as he soared toward the northern sky.
In his usual battles, he was able to use the power of Divination Spell such as the [Calamity Dragon Eye] to predict his opponent's actions and make reasonable counterattacks.
However, Gruumsh's status is too high, and his Greater God is enough to make him immune to all Divination Spell: no mortal has the right to spy on him, no magic can affect him, and no illusion can deceive him. This is the magic resistance of a god.
On the contrary, Gruumsh can accurately predict the next move of mortals and other lower gods through the omniscient perception of the gods.
Erezege's supreme laws suppressed the Power of a God, allowing them to descend to the world only through avatars. The power of their avatars was less than one-thousandth of their true forms, yet it was enough for them to stand at the very top of the Material Plane.
"Red Dragon! Do you think you can escape?" The furious voice of the Orc God echoed between the sky and the earth, making the world tremble.
He raised his right hand, and crimson light surged forth. His powerful divine strength transformed into an ancient, heavy battle axe, its blade stained with the blood of Elf and Dwarf, already mottled and worn.
—It is said that the battle axe once beheaded an Elf deity!
Gruumsh gripped his battle axe with both hands, raised it high, trailing black smoke, and leaped hundreds of meters into the air, slashing down at the Red Dragon's head.
"Those who blaspheme against the True God will be judged!" Gruumsh roared angrily, unleashing an unstoppable force as he slashed at Keosius.
The blood-red light formed from divine power surged from all directions, Keosius felt unable to move, as if he were tightly bound by heavy chains, and even had difficulty breathing.
"Boom--"
But Keosius raised his head and let out a Earth-Shattering roar, unleashing the full power of the Progenitor Dragon, with hot blood surging through its Base Blood Vessels.
The Red Dragon's face grew increasingly ferocious. It flapped its wings with all its might, and its powerful Limbs exerted force together. Its massive, mountain-like dragon body smashed the Divine Power Domain to pieces.
With his colossal dragon body nearly sixty meters long and his incomparably powerful muscles, Keosius's casual strikes already surpassed most spells. Now, he could easily destroy a city with his physical body alone, causing the heavens and earth to tremble.
"Prepare to die!"
Gruumsh, wielding his battle axe, brought it down fiercely on the Red Dragon, but Keosius narrowly dodged it. However, the battle axe still struck the Red Dragon's right arm, which it hadn't had time to withdraw.
With a sharp clang and a burst of blood, the battle axe, stained with Divine Blood, instantly cleaved through the scales, severing a large chunk of flesh and scales from the Red Dragon's right shoulder! The cut was clean, with crimson divine power clinging to it, continuously eroding the flesh and widening the wound.
Immediately afterwards, the battle axe cleaved into the ground, raising clouds of dust and creating a Abyss chasm hundreds of meters long and ten meters deep in the earth. It also split a distant hill in two and even created a Space Rift that stretched from the sky to the earth in mid-air.
This is Greater God; even descending to earth in avatar form, it is enough to unleash a cataclysmic disaster! "Awooo—"
Feeling the excruciating pain of the divine power eroding his wounds, Keosius let out a furious roar, his pale golden pupils blazing with uncontrollable rage.
Taking advantage of the moment when the orc pulled his battle axe from the ground, the Red Dragon swung its left arm with all its might. Its ferocious giant claw tore through the air, coming from left to right.
Seeing the Red Dragon's giant claws swing, Gruumsh nimbly dodged and rolled over as expected, causing the Red Dragon's claws to slam heavily against the rock wall, causing the hill to collapse and rocks to tumble down.
Gruumsh then got up from the ground and swung his battle axe with incredible speed, aiming to chop off the Red Dragon's unsuspecting left side of its neck.
Keosius caught a glimpse of the orc's movements out of the corner of his eye and quickly dodged away, avoiding his vital parts.
A streak of blood flashed through the air, striking the Red Dragon's torso. The axe blade, imbued with divine power, easily cleaved through the hard, golden-red scales and tore through the thick skin, about to penetrate deep inside.
At the cost of his own injury, Keosius twisted his body and turned around, slamming his right claw into Gruumsh, who was hacking at him. The force of the impact sent Gruumsh flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of Divine Blood.
But He also left a gruesome wound several meters long on Keosius's body, nearly splitting his torso open.
Golden light descended, and the [Dragon's Breath] continuously repaired the Red Dragon's body. The power of the Progenitor Dragon also enabled him to recover rapidly, but the crimson divine power was still like a leech, corroding his wounds.
"Although His avatar's power is inferior to mine, this old green-skinned man has fought for thousands of years, and his combat skills and experience are far richer than mine. He also has the cheat-like ability of divine perception."
Gazing at Gruumsh, who was grinning as he got up from the ground not far away, and feeling the excruciating pain of his body being torn apart and corroded by divine power, Keosius licked the blood from his lips, his expression growing increasingly solemn.
He was certain that Gruumsh had foreseen the attack, but the Orc God accurately judged that the gains would outweigh the losses, so he slashed down despite the Red Dragon's bombardment.
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