The snowfall quietly stopped in one night.
At dawn, a gap opened in the clouds, and the sun poured down through the gap, falling on the snow-covered city wall, reflecting dazzling light.
This is the first truly sunny day this winter.
At the same time, news of victory blew like the wind from one city to another.
The faces of the people of Aura were filled with joy of surviving the disaster and uncontrollable excitement.
By noon, the atmosphere had turned from celebration to carnival.
In this war with Demon, the emperor did not appear or even show his face.
But every Aura's People can feel his presence.
It's like being enveloped by a pair of deep, warm, huge wingspans of peace.
Aura's People's reverence and admiration for the emperor reached an unprecedented height in this inexplicable feeling.
Time passed and the night got darker.
The embers of the carnival are still burning brightly on the street corner.
Occasionally, a few sparks were picked up by the wind, drawing a brief arc in the darkness, and then dissipated. Red Emperor Royal City slowly became quiet, and the lights were extinguished one by one.
In the quiet night, on the roof of a bakery.
A litter of cats huddled together to stay warm and take a nap.
Seven or eight cats of different colors curled up into a fluffy ball, their tails draped over each other, and their bellies undulating slightly with their even breathing.
The chimney passes through the roof from below, continuously sending the residual heat from the bread oven up, baking the tile surface warm and dry.
The wild cats in the royal city have long discovered this good place, and they gather here every winter night.
Suddenly, one of the cats opened his eyes.
It raised its head and looked around uncertainly.
"Meow?"
It was a thin gray cat with a few snowflakes on its fur. It looked no different from the cats around it.
But when it raised its head, a pair of eyes lit up in the darkness.
Purple pupils.
Like two polished Amethyst Crystal stones, the vertical pupils slowly contracted and expanded, reflecting the starry sky above their heads.
It feels something.
An invisible but powerful force, like a silent river, flows quietly in the streets and alleys of the city, permeating every brick, every piece of rubble, and every sleeping life.
The gray cat blinked and stood up from the group of cats.
Its movements were very light and did not disturb its companions.
An orange female cat patted the space vacated after it left with her tail, and then continued to doze, purring from her mouth.
The gray cat walked a few steps along the ridge of the roof, jumped up to the top of the chimney, and squatted there.
The purple vertical pupils lit up and scanned the entire city.
What it sees in its eyes is neither snow nor the embers of a bonfire.
It saw the light.
From behind every closed door and window, from the residual heat of every chimney smoke, from the ashes of every extinguished stove, faint golden light is rising.
The lights are thinner than spider silk and dimmer than candlelight, but they are everywhere.
They seep out from every corner of the royal city, like countless extremely fine threads, intertwining, converging, and flowing in the night sky, eventually forming a silent golden river that slowly circles over the city.
Amethyst Dragon Iseramathus squatted at the top of the chimney, his eyes flickering.
He has been on this land for many years.
His hobby, or rather his habit, is to disguise himself as various inconspicuous creatures and hide in the corners of the city, silently observing, recording, and researching.
This is his habit and his interest.
But what he saw now made him feel a little weird.
"Psychic power that has become solid substance?"
He thought to himself, "Unknowingly, has Garos's prestige among the people of the kingdom reached this level? They are obviously creatures of different races, but they can unite as one."
Spread your wings and fly into the night sky.
He quietly returned to his true form, flying higher and higher.
Red Emperor Royal City gradually shrunk beneath him.
At the same time, he saw that the golden thread did not fade as the distance increased, but instead showed a more complete outline.
They extend in all directions, covering the land of Aura like a huge net.
And not just at Red Emperor Royal City.
In the pastoral areas of Ser Wilderness, in the ports of West Coast, in the plains of the south... Everywhere where Aura's People lives, the same golden light flows.
They rise from every city and converge into tributaries, extending in the same direction.
Other dragons may not understand what this means.
But Amethyst Dragon, who specializes in Mind Pathway, knows it very well.
He even couldn't help but feel a shiver rising from his back and spreading to the tips of his wings.
"A scene like Divine Kingdom."
He thought, "Is this still Material Plane?"
Amethyst Dragon has never seen the real Divine Kingdom, but there are some corresponding records in his inherited memory, which are almost perfectly consistent with the scene he sees now.
The scale, intensity and consistency of this psychic power.
They have completely transcended normal admiration and loyalty.
This is not loyalty to the king or reverence for the strong.
It's something purer.
Faith.
Treat a living being, an existence, as the only light, the only shelter, and the only truth.
At the same time, it is closely connected with a word.
God.
When an existence is enveloped by enough intelligent beings and pure enough faith, the faith itself will become a force, changing the nature of that existence and allowing it to embark on the long step of Ascension to Godhood.
With the Aura Kingdom's faith concentration at this time...
If Garos is accepted, he can completely skip the Destiny Rank stage and become Demigod Saint Realm.
Moreover, it is still among the top ranks.
Iseramathus hovered in the air for a long time, its purple eyes staring unblinking at the golden light network spreading below.
They gradually disappeared.
But Amethyst Dragon knows that they are just hidden in people's hearts.
"When you wake up, what will you choose?"
He whispered to himself, his voice dissipated in the night wind.
Faith is a double-edged sword.
Accepting faith means gaining power beyond the ordinary, a form of existence that in a sense never dies.
As long as there is still one believer who remembers and there is still a trace of faith flowing, the god will not really die.
This is the ultimate goal that countless beings dream of.
But faith is also a shackles.
The power of God comes from believers, and therefore is also defined by believers. Whatever believers think their God should be like, God will be shaped into what they believe in the torrent of faith.
Followers of tyrants will transform their gods into destroyers.
Followers of the Merciful One will shape the god into a savior.
No matter which one, the existence shaped by faith no longer belongs entirely to oneself.
Iseramathus shook his head, spun around in the air, turned back into the gray cat, and landed back on the roof of the bakery. The cats were still huddled together there, and the orange female cat had spread out its body and occupied his original spot.
He nudged the female cat with his nose.
"Meow."
The female cat gave a dissatisfied cry, turned over, and made room for him.
Iseramathus squeezed in, put his tail on the back of a black cat, and closed his eyes.
Time passed quietly under the night.
Winter passes and spring comes, autumn and summer intersect, and ten years fly by.
Time has come to New Calendar 664.
This year, Red Emperor is still sleeping.
Under the rule of the Aura Kingdom, the land of Atlant is developing prosperously.
The Abyss attack in the past did not cause too many problems, and the sky belonging to Holden remained the same as before, neither developing nor retreating.
In the same year, a big event happened in Orotara.
Nausir has made breakthrough progress in its research on Fury Curse.
They developed a magic potion that could dispel Fury Curse, and they no longer fear the power that once caused them so much suffering.
Therefore, Nausir finally made up his mind to completely defeat Cantum.
Regardless of the cost, Elf gathered Legendary Realm, built a legion, organized a large-scale battle again, and launched a general attack on Orc who retreated to the south of the Redridge Mountains.
This battle lasted for three years.
New Calendar 669.
Redridge Mountains was almost razed to the ground.
Nausir Empire paid the price in blood and sacrificed the lives of countless soldiers, but they also received huge rewards.
Kantum Empire was beaten back.
Orc was bleeding like a river and completely defeated.
The remaining soldiers fled Orotara and were forced to return to the Theresia Continent, which was already short of resources.
After achieving this victory, Nausir gave up the pursuit of victory.
Having lost Elven Moon, they could severely damage Orc Saint Realm, but it was difficult to create a chance to kill it.
Both Orc Saint Realm are still alive.
If we kill them all, Orc Saint Realm will have no worries and will fight Nausir until death.
The price to pay would be too heavy.
It is enough to expel Cantum from Orotara. The next thing Nausir needs to do is to completely eradicate Rage Calamity.
Orotara's situation seems to have stabilized and is developing in a good direction.
At the same time.
Holden Empire's Abyssal Front, Ulanor's Root.
Bronze Dragon King single-handedly defeated the Demon army that attacked Ulanor's Root time and time again.
His sharp claws have already contaminated the lives of more than one Archdemon, and even the top Archdemon can't compete with him.
He has carried out his spirit for decades, and his firm will has almost exempted him from the corrosion of Abyss.
Whenever he notices that his spirit has been shaken, he will return to Material Plane, take a short rest to calm down, and then immediately go to the battlefield.
The performance of this Dragon King is extremely outstanding.
Because of his existence, Holden Empire has recaptured several Abyssal Rootss, and gained a slight advantage in Abyssal Front for the first time.
Until New Calendar 672.
Abyssal Demon King, clad in endless flames, went to the front line in person and still had the upper hand even with one against two.
Holden and Immortal One can only barely support it.
Bronze Dragon King participated in the battle as Destiny Rank.
At the critical moment, he burned out Holy Oath and exploded with power that completely surpassed Destiny Rank. Together with Holden Immortal One, he severely damaged Demon King and forced him to retreat.
This time the crisis is over.
The price also comes.
Two Immortal One were severely injured and were seriously injured; Bronze Dragon King fell into Abyss, and their life or death was unknown.
As events happened one after another, time came to New Calendar 679.
The Red Dragon Banner of Aura have spread throughout the Atlant land, and the imperial style has taken shape.
And their emperor has been sleeping for more than thirty years.
Meanwhile, Theresia Continent.
This place has never been known for its richness, but it is just a barren land that can barely support Orc.
There is severe drought all year round and the temperature is extremely high.
Only drought-resistant thorns and dwarf shrubs can grow on the hillsides, and rivers often dry up and turn into murky puddles during the dry season.
Now, when the remaining Orc army retreated from Orotara, the already barren continent was squeezed to the limit.
The camp extends along the dry valley in the north of Theresia, and simple animal skin tents are crowded together.
The hot wind poured in from the north without any hindrance, picking up the dust and grass clippings on the ground and hitting the tent with a rustling sound.
Each Orc's cheeks were sunken, but their abdomens bulged abnormally.
Theresia Resources are scarce.
The food had been plundered and no grass could grow.
The hungry Orcs could only feed on grass roots and soil here. The groaning sounds coming from some tents lasted all night and stopped at dawn.
Once upon a time, their Iron Hoof traveled all over Orotara, and their war songs made the city of Elf tremble.
Their gods only watch from the clouds and bless their every victory.
But now, they are huddled in this desolate continent, like a group of injured Beast who were driven back to their lair, licking their wounds and watching helplessly as their strength is gradually lost in the barrenness.
This is what Kantum Empire looks like now.
Weak and pathetic.
High in the sky, two figures stood side by side.
Red Tide Saint and Gnawbone Saint.
Looking down at the devastated remnants of the empire, the two were silent for a long time.
Finally, Gnawbone Saint slowly spoke.
His voice was hoarse as he said, "We have betrayed Beast of Valor's trust."
"We were once invincible conquerors. We once thought that the whole world would bow to the sound of our war drums. But now, what have we become?"
"The trampled remnant, the weak driven from the battlefield."
"The glory of Bagchu has been covered with dust by us."
Cantum takes pride in conquest and victory.
But the more so, the more unbearable the taste of failure becomes.
Red Tide Saint remains silent.
His own light swept over the outline of the Theresia Continent, which was exactly the same as in his memory and had not changed for hundreds of years.
But he remembered that the last time he stood here overlooking the mainland, there was still a continuous stretch of military camps at the foot of the mountain.
War flags cover the sky and war drums shake the earth.
The eyes of every Orc warrior are burning with the flame of conquest.
At that time, they had just completed the unification of Theresia and were preparing for an expedition across the sea. They believed that nothing could stop Cantum's Iron Hoof.
Now, everything has changed.
The fire in the eyes of the soldiers has disappeared, leaving only the survival instinct barely maintained amidst hunger and failure. Some have even forgotten why they are fighting, they are just waiting to die.
"This is what happened,"
"I just want to figure out one thing first, why did we lose?"
Red Tide Saint spoke slowly, his voice surprisingly calm.
Gnawbone Saint turned his head and looked at Red Tide Saint.
The wind howled between them.
Gnawbone Saint raised a thick arm and pointed in the direction of the sea. On the far other side, there were Atlant Continent and Lain Plateau, a sleeping existence.
"Don't you even have to think about it?"
Gnawbone Saint gritted his teeth and said, "That dragon, that damn dragon Red Iron Dragon."
"If he hadn't blasphemed our gods and destroyed the mortal incarnation of Beast of Valor, how could we be where we are today?"
Red Tide Saint actually already had the answer in his mind.
His gaze extended in the direction pointed by Gnawbone Saint's arm, passing through the surging clouds above Ocean, as if he could always see Atlant.
"Battle of Southern Foothills Plain, was the turning point of our failure."
"Without him, we will definitely win in Southern Foothills Plain and sweep across the entire Orotara. The resistance of Elf will be completely collapsed under our subsequent offensive. Orotara should have been filled with the flags of Cantum."
"However...
"
He paused, and then told the truth that kept them awake for countless nights.
"The reality is that Red Iron Dragon destroyed our Divine Avatar."
"Our victory became a delusion."
Gnawbone Saint's fists tightened, and the knotted muscles on his arms bulged.
He growled, "We are lingering in the barren land, while the culprit is accumulating strength in his sleep, preparing to break through to a higher level."
Red Tide Saint looked up at the night sky.
Theresia There are very few clouds in the night sky, and the stars are embedded in the sky one by one, bright and cold.
He said, "The great Bagchu has not answered our prayers."
"He is ashamed of our failure. We were supposed to be His fist on earth, His blade to conquer the world, but we brought Him failure."
He withdrew his gaze and stared in the direction of Atlant, his eyes as firm as iron.
"Now, we must wash away this shame on our own."
"Wipe the dust off our bodies with the blood of the enemy. Only in this way can we have the chance to regain Deity's attention and let the glory of Beast of Valor shine on Cantum again."
"How?"
Gnawbone Saint asked directly.
"It's very simple, go to Atlant and look for Red Iron Dragon."
"Kill him and offer the best sacrifice to Bagchu, which is more valuable than a thousand victories and ten thousand heads."
Hearing this, Gnawbone Saint's nostrils expanded and his breathing became heavy.
"You're right."
"Who's going?"
There is no need for roundabout diplomatic rhetoric between the two Saint Realms.
They all know that at least one person must stay at Theresia and cannot go to Atlant together.
Red Tide Saint looked at Gnawbone Saint and said, "Go, the Divine Authority grace you get is more towards pure destruction.
Gnawbone Saint nodded slowly.
Saint Realm is a code name.
Like the apostle, it refers to the will of God walking in Material Plane.
Saint Realm can be an apostle of a god or the incarnation of the god himself.
At the same time, those who can be called Saint Realm must have Divine Authority, so that they can compete with Immortal One. However, this Divine Authority comes entirely from the grace of the gods, so Saint Realm is dependent on Deity for existence.
Gnawbone Saint slowly clenched his two giant palms tightly, and the joints made a clicking sound.
Gnawbone Saint slowly clenched his two giant palms tightly and said, "I will peel off his scales piece by piece, bring them back to Theresia, and spread them on the steps of the temple, so that every Orc warrior will step on his scales before entering the temple."
"Clean the dust from the gods with the blood of the blasphemers!"
"Go ahead."
Red Tide Saint said, "I will wait here for you to come back."
"You will wait.
Gnawbone Saint turned around and faced the direction of Atlant, "When I come back, I will bring back the dragon's corpse."
Red Tide Saint smiled and said, "I'll wait and see."
A few days later.
Gnawbone Saint passed through the sea area between Theresia and Atlant.
He was speeding above the clouds, and the sea beneath him turned into white waves after he flew over.
The sea breeze was left behind him and could not catch up with his figure.
He didn't hide his aura.
The great Bagchu shared his proud Strength Authority with Gnawbone Saint as a grace.
It was born to crush, destroy, and destroy.
Stealth and disguise are cowardly behaviors!
As for Holden?
Gnawbone Saint no longer cared, and passed through Atlant with a determined attitude, but in the process, no Immortal One came out to intercept him.
And when he got closer to Lain Plateau, the scenery on the ground began to change.
It was more lively than he expected.
The vegetation is lush, the trees are tall, the grass covers the hillside, wild flowers bloom in the gaps between the rocks, there is moist water vapor in the air, and the sound of streams can be heard.
Moreover, there is one area where the vegetation is more lush than others.
The greenery is rich, like an emerald green blanket spread on Lain Plateau, which is incompatible with the surrounding environment.
Perception sweeps away.
Gnawbone Saint's eyes caught this vibrant area.
He clearly felt that there was a powerful being sleeping here.
It was Aura's Red Emperor, damn Red Iron Dragon, that made their Deity suffer the shame of failure... and all of this will be ended today.
Gnawbone Saint clenched his fists.
His knuckles cracked, his breathing became heavy, his chest heaved violently, and his fangs protruded from under his lips.
At this moment, beams of light broke through the clouds.
The light pillar fell straight down from the depths of the sky, it was at least several meters thick, emitting a milky white light, illuminating Lain Plateau like daylight.
Aura Sanctum discovered and locked Gnawbone Saint, and is sending Heroic Spirit and all Legendary Realm.
Gnawbone Saint's hand reaches forward.
A battle ax appeared out of thin air.
It has no gorgeous decorations, no inlaid gems, and no complicated carvings. It is the purest form of a weapon.
Broad ax blade, thick ax back, thick ax handle.
It looks simple and unpretentious, but is full of an unparalleled sense of power.
Axe of Strength.
A gift belonging to Beast of Valor Bagchu, transformed by the grace of Divine Authority, and also the source of Gnawbone Saint's power.
At the same time, Gnawbone Saint swung the battle ax, the action was extremely simple.
But with this simple swipe, the group of light pillars falling from the sky exploded one after another, and the terrifying power even swept along the teleportation light pillar to Sanctum itself, causing it to be shaken.
The light beam went out instantly.
The clouds closed again and the sky returned to its previous gloomy state.
"In the name of Beast of Valor."
The voice of Gnawbone Saint echoed on the plateau, shouting and roaring, "Garos·Ignas, the blasphemous dragon, you will meet the end of your life today!"
He lifted Axe of Strength above his head.
The muscles in both arms were bulging to the limit, the knotted tendons and blood vessels were bulging one by one, and something seemed to be crawling under the skin.
At the same time, Gnawbone Saint locked its target, the underground area with the most lush vegetation.
He roared, his fangs exposed, forming a ferocious smile.
The body suddenly sank, penetrating into the earth like a meteorite.
The battle ax in his hand is at the front, with the blade pointing downward, tearing the air and crushing the space.
The earth rapidly expanded in his sight.
The next moment, the ax blade touched the ground.
Boom!
Rocks broke in the cracks, soil collapsed, trees fell, and the lush valley turned into the ruins of Shatter in an instant.
The shock wave spread in all directions, and the air waves set off uprooted the trees and shattered them into sawdust and residual branches.
The power of Gnawbone Saint penetrated the ground, all the way down, and blasted towards the place where Red Iron Dragon was sleeping.
The power is overwhelming and unstoppable.
It passed through the soil layer, through the rock layer, through the underground water veins, and went deep into the sleeping rock layer of Red Iron Dragon.
When Aura Legendary Realm arrived, they saw exactly this scene.
When the earth cracked and collapsed, the gravel belt stretched to the end of sight, and the scorched smell and dust after the gasification of rocks filled the air were all scenes of destruction caused by Gnawbone Saint's blow.
But the Legendary Realms of Aura are not nervous or anxious.
They were convinced that their emperor could not fall due to an attack of this magnitude.
This is the certainty formed by faith in the heart and does not require any logical support.
Just like the sun must rise, the river must flow to the sea.
Their great emperor will certainly not be killed by an attack.
The purpose of their coming here was just to prevent intruders from affecting the emperor's peaceful sleep. They never worried that the emperor would be killed.
Then, as if responding to this determination.
Boom!
Lain Plateau trembled again.
Then there was the second and third blows - and then there were continuous vibrations, as if a giant hand had grabbed the entire plateau and was shaking it wildly, or like two giant beasts tearing and rolling underground.
Suddenly, the tremors stopped.
Everything became quiet.
An overwhelming power suddenly rose.
The sky turned dark red inch by inch, as if it was burned by flames, and the thick clouds were as red as blood. The clouds were rotating, as if huge eyes were opening, overlooking the earth.
This is Dragon Might.
Dragon Might was so strong that it caused a burning-like visual effect in the air.
The Legendary Realm people present involuntarily lowered their heads and felt awe from the bottom of their hearts.
There is no doubt about it.
Just as they believed, their Emperor would crush all obstacles and achieve victory.
Boom!
A figure emerged from the ground.
It's Gnawbone Saint.
Like a stone shot from a slingshot, he shot out into the sky and rolled several times before regaining his balance.
The smile on Gnawbone Saint's face has disappeared, replaced by solemnity and coldness.
"Already have a breakthrough?"
He whispered, staring at the cracks in the ground, "Okay, only this dragon that can constantly break the rules can have a chance to destroy the incarnation of my god."
Gnawbone Saint didn't feel angry, he was even overjoyed.
Red Iron Dragon can destroy the incarnation of a god. If he is weak, doesn't that mean his god is weak?
The stronger Red Iron Dragon is, the happier Gnawbone Saint is.
This proves that the incarnation of Beast of Valor was not defeated by a weakling, and his god did not suffer unnecessary humiliation.
At the same time, he still believes that the advantage lies with himself.
On the one hand, any existence that can reach the level of the Saint Realm or Immortal Realm basically has a firm will and an undefeated belief, because it is victory after victory that has created them.
His entire growth process is a history of defeating powerful enemies.
He has defeated enemies much stronger than him, and his faith is tempered in blood and fire.
On the other hand.
Although Red Iron Dragon broke through to Destiny Rank, Destiny Rank was already below Saint Realm. Moreover, he had just woken up from a deep sleep and was in poor condition.
"Die!"
He raised Axe of Strength again, and a dazzling light condensed on the ax blade, "Use your blood to wash away all the shame of Cantum!"
But before he could do anything, a bright light came on.
The soil, rocks, and groundwater were all thrown into the air and evaporated instantly in the high temperature.
Light surged out from the ground, like a scorching sun rising from the ground. Its temperature was incredibly high, and it didn't stop, but headed straight in the direction of Gnawbone Saint.
Gnawbone Saint did not return.
He raised Axe of Strength and faced Dragon Aura Bomb with the ax blade.
At the moment of contact, Dragon Aura Bomb seemed to be hit by an invisible giant fist. It was completely torn into pieces. The fragments turned into smaller fragments and completely dissipated, leaving not even a trace of energy embers.
Then, the earth split open.
The devastated surface was split in half along the midline, with huge cracks expanding to both sides, like a huge door opening.
The edge of the crack continued to collapse, and large chunks of rock fell into the dark Abyss, making a dull echo.
Hot air flowed out of the cracks, carrying the smell of sulfur and magma.
"Atlant, your emperor is back."
Along with the deep sound, something was rising in the darkness.
At first it's just a dull outline, almost blending in with the surrounding darkness, but as it builds up, the outline becomes clear and specific.
Dragon.
The huge Red Iron Dragon.
The body is more than seventy meters long, with rugged bones and its outline clearly visible through the scales.
Each spinous process of the spine is raised high, like a row of sharp ridges, extending from the back of the neck to the tip of the tail. The wings are folded on both sides of the body, and the wing membranes hang down, looking like two withered leaves.
It looks... huge but extremely weak.
Red Iron Dragon's longest sleep did not make him like this.
However, his aura has steadily reached the Destiny Rank level.
At the same time.
Red light fell from the sky, shining on this rugged and withered body.
He looked up.
The scales on the body changed from red to dark black one by one, the chest expanded, the wingspan widened, and lava-like light patterns appeared in the gaps between the scales. In the blink of an eye, the form changed.
Dragon Qi surged and took shape at the same time, and three songs came out at the same time.
Their eyes opened at the same time, and their snouts opened slightly, revealing the sharp tips of their teeth.
Gnawbone Saint was slightly startled, then became murderous.
Although he looked too skinny and thin, he still recognized the Red Iron Dragon in front of him. He was in this form before, and used Dragon Breath to destroy the incarnation of Beast of Valor in the chaos.
It was these three heads that spit out Dragon Breath at the same time, completely erasing the incarnation of Beast of Valor from Material Plane.
At the same time.
All the light patterns on Dark Dragon's body lit up, and the three heads opened their snouts at the same time, sucking fiercely in different directions.
With this inhalation, the entire Lain Plateau elemental energy was trembling, and all the energy that could be absorbed rushed into his mouth.
His body began to fill up rapidly.
The outlines of the ribs and spine are covered in layers of re-expanded muscles.
The shriveled muscle fibers began to be filled with blood, expanded, and became plump and elastic. The scales showed a faint sheen, and the wrinkles on the wing membranes gradually stretched and became tight and elastic.
Seeing this scene, Gnawbone Saint did not hesitate.
He held Axe of Strength tightly and fell towards Red Iron Dragon.
What greeted him was countless scorching suns.
Red Iron Dragon's wings stretched out, and Dragon Aura Bombs condensed one after another like the scorching sun, sweeping towards Gnawbone Saint.
The high temperature burned the air into a plasma curtain, and everything in the field of vision began to distort, melt, and evaporate.
Dragon Aura Bomb fires like a barrage of cannons, one after another, so densely packed that there is almost no gap, forming a torrent of energy balls.
Gnawbone Saint does not slow down.
He rushed towards the nearest Dragon Aura Bomb, with Axe of Strength lying in front of him.
The moment the ax blade came into contact with Dragon Aura Bomb, Dragon Aura Bomb exploded, but the energy of the explosion was forcibly separated by the power of Divine Authority attached to the ax blade and flowed through both sides of Gnawbone Saint's body.
The next moment, Dragon Aura Bomb shattered.
The second, the third, the fourth----
Saint Realm is like a rock going upstream, chopping waves in the torrent of the scorching sun.
Each of his axes is simple to the extreme.
Swinging, chopping, sweeping, and slashing, there are no fancy techniques or superfluous movements. Pure power pours out in the most direct way.
One by one Dragon Aura Bomb shattered in front of him.
Even if the flames were detonated in advance, they separated around his body, forcing him to create a vacuum channel. The flames flowed through both sides of his body, like a waterfall splitting into two streams after hitting a rock, unable to hurt him at all.
Divine Authority, the rules of how the world works.
Controlling Divine Authority will naturally have the power to crush all those who do not possess Divine Authority.
Gnawbone Saint is not Deity, and there is no real Divine Authority, but just the part of Strength Authority obtained by the grace of Deity is enough to make him invincible in Material Plane.
Rumble!
In an instant, all Dragon Aura Bomb were detonated in advance at the same time.
This is what Red Iron Dragon did on his own initiative.
He found that the Dragon Aura Bomb launched one by one could not break through the defense of Gnawbone Saint, so he simply detonated all the condensed Dragon Aura Bomb at the same time, creating a high-temperature and high-pressure destruction area.
The flames engulfed Gnawbone Saint.
And in the flames, Gnawbone Saint's arms swelled again, and the muscles expanded far more than before. The knotted tendons were coiled around his arms like pythons, and the blood vessels bulged, almost bursting the skin.
Axe of Strength felt the user's will and began to respond.
The ax body grew giant amidst the buzzing, and the light on the ax blade became dazzling.
Crack down suddenly.
The space in front of the blade shattered like glass, and black cracks spread along the path of the ax blade.
The flames all over the sky collapsed in front of this force. The flames were blown out, the high temperature was crushed, and even the blood-colored clouds in the sky were torn apart by the momentum of this axe, revealing a straight crack that extended to the end of the sky.
The ax continued to fall.
A straight ravine opened up on the ground, bottomless and wide enough to accommodate the entire city.
But.
Didn't hit the target.
Gnawbone Saint's pupils shrank slightly.
The figure of Red Iron Dragon disappeared the moment before he struck, and Axe of Strength only hit the ground.
Suddenly, Gnawbone Saint felt alert.
Above!
He looked up and saw Red Iron Dragon, which had shot up into the sky at some point.
The figure in the sky has completely changed its shape.
The dark black dragon scales disappeared, replaced by a layer of willow-leaf-like scales close to the body. Each scale was as thin as a cicada's wing, with edges as sharp as razors. The limbs also became more slender and slender, and the claws and toes stretched out like scimitars.
Sky-Rending Form.
Born for speed, built for killing.
But what is different from the previous Sky-Rending Form is that the lava-like light patterns still exist between the gaps in his scales, like dark red blood veins flowing on the scales.
They flicker slightly, constantly absorbing the energy around them.
Red Iron Dragon fell from the sky.
The wing bones were folded to the limit, and the body was stretched into a straight line, using the claw blade as the front and the body as the blade, like a red lightning striking from the sky.
The speed is too fast.
But Saint Realm is Saint Realm after all.
He reacted and raised Axe of Strength.
The claw blade hit the ax face.
Gnawbone Saint was forced to sink by the force of the blow, but that was all.
Terrible power emerged.
With a vigorous swing of the giant ax, Red Iron Dragon was directly shaken away and thrown away. Red Iron Dragon's body almost condensed into a twist. It flipped over in an instant and lost its strength. Then it flapped its wings and flew sideways, going around from the left side of Gnawbone Saint to behind him.
Gnawbone Saint's face is as pale as iron.
He raised his left fist and waved it out of thin air.
Boom!
A circle of ripples visible to the naked eye spread from the surface of the fist. Wherever the ripples passed, the sky was no longer sky. It seemed to have turned into water, undulating like waves.
The air is compressed into layers of folds visible to the naked eye, and each fold contains enough power to tear steel apart.
Too fast and too close.
Red Iron Dragon was swept away by the ripples of this force.
Click, click, click—the scales on his body were cracked, as if he had been crushed by invisible hands.
His body rolled uncontrollably and was blown away, and his wing membranes were torn apart by the airflow, making a loud sound.
Gnawbone Saint pursued, and the figure drew a straight line in the air.
Dragon flames spurt out.
The crimson flames surged up at extremely fast speeds without any warning, sweeping towards Gnawbone Saint.
Tear!
Axe of Strength split Dragon Breath.
The ax blade split the fire pillar in two from the middle. The split Dragon Breath flowed from both sides of Gnawbone Saint's body and merged behind him, forming a burning sea of fire.
The aftermath of the ax light struck Red Iron Dragon through the air.
Red Iron Dragon avoided the axe, stopped breathing, and rushed towards Gnawbone Saint.
At the same time, his body changed again, quickly becoming a semi-upright posture, his body's center of gravity was raised, and he exuded an unrivaled aura.
Shining Form!
A golden sheen appeared on his dragon scales, as if they were plated with gold.
Garos activated a flash and rushed towards Gnawbone Saint.
Collapse!
The sharp claw and the giant ax collided head-on for the first time.
Huge power came, and both sides changed their expressions at the same time, and both fell back.
Orc Saint Realm's Axe of Strength trembled slightly, leaving a shallow claw mark on the ax blade, and the dragon's arm armor was cracked layer by layer, full of spiderweb-like cracks, and it was pushed back farther.
"What a powerful force, even more than me."
Garos feels awe-inspiring.
Something strange happened to him, allowing him to break through Destiny Rank earlier, at the cost of some problems with his physical condition.
However, Destiny Rank is Destiny Rank.
At this time, he is still far stronger than before.
However, Gnawbone Saint on the opposite side is not a weakling, and his strength even exceeds him. For the first time, Garos feels the power from numerical values.
To be more precise, it is not a simple numerical value.
The power of Gnawbone Saint and the power of Garos are two different things.
Bang bang bang!
The two figures collided fiercely.
The sharp claws and the giant ax continued to intersect, and each collision erupted with a deafening loud noise.
As time goes by, Red Iron Dragon's status is still improving.
From being rugged and haggard when it first broke out of the ground, to gradually becoming full of muscles and shiny scales, every breath draws energy from the air.
But his opponent is too strong.
Saint Realm.
Saint Realm standing at the top of Material Plane.
Although Red Iron Dragon gradually regained his form during the battle, Gnawbone Saint always maintained suppression.
Axe of Strength tore the dragon's scales apart again and again, leaving wounds on the dragon's body that were deep enough to see the bones. Red Iron Dragon's blood gushes out from the wounds and turns into flames burning in the air.
Aura Legendary Realm did not participate.
They will not interrupt the emperor's battle unless he speaks.
Moreover, although Red Iron Dragon seems to be at a disadvantage, they all believe that this is just an appearance. In any case, the final victory will definitely belong to their great emperor.
In fact, this is also the case.
Garos Although at a disadvantage, he was not completely immersed in the battle.
From the first moment he woke up, he felt countless golden threads.
They are everywhere in Aura.
When he sensed these threads, countless voices sounded in his mind.
"Great Red Emperor, please give me the strength to lift Ogre."
This is the voice of Kobold.
Following the invisible thread, Garos can clearly sense his position.
In a mine on the northeastern border of Aura.
He was sulking because he was hit by Ogre while walking, so he prayed to himself and wanted to raise the power of Ogre.
"Great Red Emperor, I lost a bag of gold coins."
"I know it's stupid to pray to you, but I saved them little by little. If you can help me get them back, I will praise you every day."
This is the voice of Goblin, with careful flattery and uneasiness.
"Great Red Emperor, please bless my child to be born safely."
"Great Red Emperor, the craftsman next door has a better business than me, and the sword he makes is sharper than mine. This is not fair. Please teach him a lesson, or give me a little good luck. That's fine."
"
""
Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions...
Countless sounds came from every corner of Aura, from every city, every village, every road, every fishing boat, every mine, every blacksmith shop, and every piece of farmland.
These sounds merged into a vast ocean.
Noisy, chaotic, a vast ocean filled with all kinds of desires and demands.
Garos knows what this is.
Faith.
Aura's People people's admiration for him has reached the level of belief.
And when the quality and quantity of faith are large enough, they will naturally begin to converge towards him.
This is a brand new power.
It is completely different from the system evolved by Garos itself, but it is also quite powerful, does not rely on anything on the material level, and is also the strong foundation of the gods.
The battle continues.
Red Iron Dragon had more scars on his body, most of his scales were broken, and blood poured out from dozens of wounds. However, his eyes narrowed slightly and he remained calm, meditating in his heart.
"My basic condition is not good. Even if I turn on Second Shining, the best result is to make Saint Realm escape."
"If you want to kill him here, you need stronger power.
"Try the power of faith?"
One flash is almost reaching its limit.
Garos After a brief weighing, his eyes became sharp.
He made a decision.
Opposite me, Gnawbone Saint's breathing was a little heavier than before.
After a fierce battle, a huge bone-deep wound was found across the dragon's chest. In addition, Red Iron Dragon was also covered in bruises, but his condition was still relatively intact.
Victory is in sight.
"You destroyed the incarnation of my god and brought the empire to unprecedented shame."
"To wash away my shame, I came across continents and oceans."
Orc Saint Realm paused, and a smile with exposed fangs appeared on his face.
"You didn't disappoint me."
"You are proud enough to be able to fight me to this extent at the Destiny Rank level, but that's all!"
After saying that, Gnawbone Saint's body suddenly leaned forward.
The figure pulled out an afterimage in the air, Axe of Strength buzzed in the hand, and the light on the ax blade became more and more intense, as if the light of the entire world was condensed on this blade.
"Die under my ax and become a sacrifice for Cantum to rise again!"
Opposite.
Red Iron Dragon looked at the oncoming Saint Realm, with the corners of his mouth slightly tilted up, revealing the sharp tips of his teeth.
The shining golden light produced a qualitative change at this moment.
His dragon scales were chapped, and the blood and light merged, turning into a strange and gorgeous rose gold color.
Click! Click!
The dragon's horns are constantly growing and winding, like hair or a war crown.
Second Shining!
His breath surged greatly.
The wounds on the body healed instantly, the broken scales grew again, and the shriveled muscles expanded again.
But this is just the beginning.
"Everywhere I am is king's land."
"Aura's subjects, offer your faith to your emperor."
A grand and deep voice sounded from Aura's People's mind at the same time.
They were slightly startled at first, then showed pious and respectful expressions on their faces, and prayed to their emperor one after another.
In an instant, countless threads of faith emerged from the void, rushing towards the dragon like a tide, extending from all directions, from every corner, and from every believer who prayed to him.
Passing through space and time, passing through all obstacles, they converged on him irresistibly.
At the same time, the vast ocean of countless voices was no longer noisy at this moment.
They form the same voice, the same will, and the same belief.
"Sacrifice me Aura with the blood of my enemies!"
"Crown with victory and create the glory of the emperor!"
The people of Aura believe that their emperor can be invincible, win forever, and win forever.
Red Iron Dragon's body began to expand.
In the blink of an eye, he grew from a height of seventy meters to hundreds of meters at an incredible speed.
The muscles rolled under the scales, the bones extended in the flesh, the wings stretched outward, and the wing membrane was like an unfolding continent.
Seven hundred meters.
Eight hundred meters.
Nine hundred meters.
One thousand meters.
When the expansion stopped, the size of the shining dragon reached a thousand meters, and a bright Victory Crown floated above its head.
It was a crown condensed from Victory Authority. It looked more real than any real crown. The crown was inlaid with multiple gems, each one representing a decisive victory.
Sacred, huge, majestic, majestic----
Completely in line with Aura's People people's imagination of their emperor.
The sacred and shining dragon is suspended in the sky, its wings covering the sky and the sun, shrouding the tiny Orc Saint Realm in shadow.
See this scene.
Aura Legendary Realm They lowered their heads one by one, with loyalty and piety in their eyes.
Their emperor is also their Deity.
They are willing to bask in the glory of the emperor and dedicate everything they have to him.
the other side.
Gnawbone Saint's body is shaking.
He had stopped charging, with a look of fear on his face, looking up at the majestic figure like a god.
No, not like a god.
The dragon at this time is a real Deity!
As Saint Realm, he naturally understands the power of faith. Faith can turn decay into magic, allowing a mortal to ascend to the top and become a god in an instant. His strength also comes from faith.
However, faith in him is negligible.
Kantum Empire's faith has flowed to Beast of Valor.
But this powerful belief was completely concentrated on Red Emperor at this time, making him become the top Demigod, allowing him to show the extraordinary divine body that only Deity himself can show when he comes to Material Plane.
Run!
Run!
Run!
Gnawbone Saint no longer has any determination to fight.
He turned around and ran away in the direction of the Theresia Continent.
the other side.
The sacred shining dragon looks towards Orc.
He looked majestic, with no emotion in his eyes, and raised his right paw.
Just the act of raising his claws triggered a hurricane-like shock wave in the air, blowing away gravel on the ground and uprooting trees.
A burst of strong air pressure captured Orc Saint Realm out of thin air.
Orc Saint Realm As if stuck in a quagmire, his movements became sluggish, then he backed up and was pulled towards the dragon's claws.
He struggled with all his strength, but all his efforts were in vain, like an invisible hand grabbing his body and dragging him backwards.
The giant claw covering the sky fell.
Like Giant reaching out to cover an ant, it's like a human pressing his palm on a piece of gravel. The speed is not fast, it can even be said to be slow.
But it is not slow, but it cannot be refused.
Like a sunset, like a tide, like destiny----
It's bound to happen, it's inevitable.
The next moment, Orc's tiny body was covered by giant claws.
The fire of his life was completely extinguished at this moment.
One Saint Realm.
A being who stands at the top of Material Plane.
When he was alive, he was like the scorching sun of Cantum, enjoying the admiration of countless orcs, but when he died, he was as small as dust, and he just disappeared and ceased to exist.
At the same time, the giant dragon hung high in the sky.
Rose-gold flames slowly flowed on his body, like an imperial robe woven by faith; the crown condensed from Victory Authority floated above his head, as bright as the scorching sun.
His vertical pupils drooped and scanned the ground.
It swept over Aura Legendary Realm, who had his head lowered, across the civilians and soldiers who were looking up at the sky, across every city, every road, every piece of farmland, and every citizen who was praying for him.
His eyes contained no emotion.
Just watch.
Like a father looking at his children; like a king looking at his territory; like a god looking at his followers.
High above, although I am in Material Plane, I feel like I am from another world.
Then, his voice sounded.
"My will is the boundary; my words are the law; I am the truth for all the truths in the world!"
"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!"
"Praise be to my name, the Emperor of Aura, Lord of Victory and Glory, you who are born in my land are born in the Eternal Realm!"
""
These voices, like doctrines that must be followed, cross Mountain Range, rivers, and cross every inch of Aura's land, ringing throughout Aura.
I said a few more words, and after finishing the eighth sentence.
The sound suddenly stopped.
A hint of emotion appeared in the eyes of the sacred dragon, and the scales on its forehead wrinkled slightly, forming majestic lines.
The next second.
The stalwart body quickly shrunk and its brilliance dissipated.
He transformed back into Red Iron Dragon, which is more than seventy meters long.
The rose gold color faded from the scales, the crown disappeared, and the flame was extinguished.
Red Iron Dragon was suspended quietly in the sky, his eyes still staring at the earth, and emotions surged out of his eyes again, as if he had come to life, not as calm as before, like a statue of a god.
New Calendar 679.
Gnawbone Saint crossed the continent and the ocean, came to the Atlant Continent alone, and launched a surprise attack on the sleeping Red Emperor.
Red Emperor woke up from a long slumber, and used the body of Destiny Rank to gather the faith of all people. Material Plane transformed into the body of a thousand-meter giant, and completely obliterated Orc Saint Realm with a flip of his claws. When the news came out, Bernardo shocked the whole world.
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