Life and Death, The True Immortal Dragon!

Chapter 517 Life and Death, The True Immortal Dragon! (Major Climax Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Dusk falls on the plains, at the center of the battlefield.

Beneath the thick, deep night sky, two torrents burning with a destructive will are silently converging.

The air was thick with the scents of rust, dirt, and a faint smell of blood—the air of an impending great battle. The wind on the plains seemed to freeze at that moment.

On one side is the Lorthorn Legion.

Layers of magical light rippled across the surface of shields, armor, and war machines, while the chants of the mages coalesced into thunder in the air.

On the other side is the Aura Legion.

The fighting spirit was wild and untamed, surging and boiling. The roars of monsters, the howls of giant beasts, and the thunder of iron hooves merged into a primal and violent sound wave that swept across the plains.

The distance between the two sides is constantly decreasing.

The earth trembled from faint to clear, a resonance caused by countless footsteps, hooves, and the movement of heavy units. When the vanguard of both sides finally reached the limit of visual distance and could vaguely make out the patterns of the opposing flags and the outlines of the armor, the war erupted like two giant dams filled with floodwaters bursting at the same time!
"For the glory of Lorthorn!"

King Raymond, clad in armor inlaid with mysterious gems and mithril, stood on a slightly raised hill in the center of the army.

His voice was amplified by the amplification array, spreading majestically to every corner of his own territory.

With his shout, the Lorthorn army formation underwent a visible change.

A buzzing sound emanated from each soldier, initially faint, then gradually becoming a continuous hum.

Specks of light emanated from their armor, weapons, and even themselves.

This is a sign that the "Oath of All Armies" has been activated.

Countless points of light rose upwards as if drawn by an attraction, converging into a sea of ​​light above the military formation. Then, like streams flowing into a river, they poured into the commanders at all levels and those legendary figures with powerful auras.

The aura of each recipient is rising at an astonishing rate.

Especially the high-ranking generals located at command nodes, whose bodies were surrounded by flames that were almost solidified.

"For the great Emperor Ignas! Let the blood of the enemy be offered to the banner of Auralong!"

The response to Lorthorn was a deafening roar.

The shrill howls of the gnolls, the deep roars of the ogres, the powerful battle cries of the centaurs... these sounds blended together, forming a violent wave of sound that surged back towards Lor'then's army.

Strange phenomena also occurred above the Aura army formation.

The soldiers' high morale, boiling bloodlust, and even their thirst for battle were linked and blended together by the invisible military formation.

Thick, dark red energy, as viscous as crude oil, rose from the army formation, surging and intertwining in the air, gradually forming a massive, towering phantom—Aura's battle spirit.

Its form constantly changed, yet it always hovered above the legion, radiating a heavy and violent pressure.

The existence of the War Soul intensified the bloodthirsty red light in the eyes of every Aura soldier.

The distance between the two armies is rapidly decreasing to zero.

The first thing to break the last silence before the contact was a roar from behind Lorthen's camp.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
The heavy magic cannon spewed out a blazing white flame that stretched for several meters.

Cannonballs burning with magical flames tore through the night sky, leaving hundreds and thousands of dazzling arcs, like a meteor shower flying backwards, crashing down on the raging tide of Aura's charge.

Almost simultaneously, the ballista positions emitted an even more intense whistling sound.

Giant crossbow bolts, as thick as an arm and with tips engraved with armor-piercing runes, were released, their targets being the largest and most easily hit behemoths and heavy units in the Aura army.

The combined spellcasting of the Lorthorn Mage Order had also reached a critical point.

Vast bursts of flame storms, chain lightning, and frost novae erupted in succession, elemental turbulence tore flesh apart, froze limbs, and ignited everything flammable.

The sky and the earth were covered by the flames of war.

The Aura Legion did not simply endure in silence.

Spellcasting units scattered throughout the army formation provided protection or launched counterattacks, while various ranged weapons in the rear were also activated, but both in scale and accuracy, they were far inferior to those of Lorthene.

But they responded in the most direct way.

Despite Lorthen's ferocious ranged attacks, they continued their charge!
The gnolls, lizardmen, and kobolds seemed endless, like a black tide, filling the death zone with their lives; ogres and trolls raised their heavy shields, their powerful bodies unfazed by the aftershocks of artillery fire, roaring as they advanced; centaur cavalry split into several groups, weaving through the gaps in the ranged attacks at high speed.

Finally, the two teams' ground forwards collided with a thunderous roar!
At the very front of the Lorthorn array were war golems cast entirely from enchanted metal.

These behemoths are generally over eight meters tall, with thick shells and runes flowing around their joints.

They wield massive tower shields with sharp edges, enough to serve as battering rams, in one hand and enormous, heavy greatswords or battle axes in the other. Engines roared from their chests, propelling them forward steadily.

These golems stood side by side, forming a real steel wall.

Following closely behind the golem was Lorthorn's heavy infantry phalanx.

These warriors were clad in full-body plate armor and wielded heavy tower shields almost as tall as themselves and armor-piercing spears over three meters long.

They were concentrated around the war golem, working in close coordination, and each of them was an elite.

Shields linked together, spears like a forest.

The light of the Oath of All Armies flowed among the human warriors, making their formation unbreakable.

Further back were assault infantry wielding double-edged halberds and wearing medium-weight armor.

They waited for the golems and heavy infantry to open or create gaps, ready to charge into the enemy lines and expand their gains.

On both flanks, the lightly armed Lorthern cavalry and the swift, lightweight constructs had already deployed into battle formation, keeping a watchful eye on the movements of the Aura cavalry.

The vanguard of Aura's frontal charge presents a completely different picture.

Leading the charge were the heavily armored assault cavalry belonging to the Shattered Star Hammer Legion.

These cavalrymen were mainly strong ogre and troll warriors, clad in layers of heavy, forged armor and wielding heavy weapons such as warhammers and giant axes.

Their mounts were heavily armored rhinoceroses.

When the Kingdom of Aura was still the Ironclad Clan, it was already taming the Heavy Rhinoceros. After establishing the kingdom, it expanded its scale and gradually formed a mature system after many years of development. It was absorbed by the Shattered Star Hammer Warband as its strongest offensive unit.

The giant rhinoceros was covered in heavy riveted steel armor, and its ramming horn was specially reinforced and engraved with rough runes to enhance its impact and sturdiness.

At this moment, the giant rhinos lowered their heads, aimed at Lorthorn's golem defenses, and began their final charge.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The deafening sounds of metal twisting and cracking, bones shattering, giant beasts roaring in pain, and golem engines overloading exploded almost simultaneously.

With overwhelming force, the heavily armored rhinoceros rammed through the frontal armor of the war golem. Its massive horn embedded itself deeply into the golem's chest cavity, shattering its internal mechanical structure. Then, its iron hooves trampled the fallen golem wreckage.

Some golems sidestepped at the moment of impact, using their giant shields to absorb the shock, while simultaneously sweeping their greatswords across, severing the giant rhinoceros's neck along with part of its armor, and gushing out hot beast blood like a fountain.

The point of impact instantly transformed into a vortex of steel and flesh.

The shattered golem parts flew everywhere, and the fallen rhinoceros and knight became obstacles for the subsequent charge, and were mercilessly trampled over.

Almost at the same time that the heavy cavalry crashed into the golem defenses, the infantry forces of both sides also collided violently.

Lorthorn's heavy infantry phalanx stood like a reef, withstanding the onslaught of the Aura horde.

The ogre's giant hammer slammed into the tower shield, producing a dull, drum-like sound. The shield-bearing soldiers were often knocked back several steps, blood gushing from their mouths and noses, but the spears in the rear immediately thrust out, searching for weaknesses through the gaps in the ogre's armor.

The troll was also wielding a heavy weapon, each sweep knocking away several shields.

However, the Lor'then warriors quickly filled the gap, with halberdiers rushing in from the flanks, their sharp blades hooking the troll's legs and feet, bringing it down, and then chopping it to pieces.

Combat units such as gnolls attempted to exploit the gaps in Lorthorn's formation through agility and numbers.

But human warriors were also there to greet them.

Centaur cavalry and Lor'then cavalry engaged in a fierce chase and battle on both flanks. Swords clashed, spears jabbed at each other, and riders fell from their horses and were trampled by the hooves.

The war escalated to a fever pitch in an instant.

Not only the earth, but the sky also became a bloody battlefield.

Lorthen's Giant Eagle Knights, flying constructs, and aerial golems clashed with Aura's air force units, including eagle-like magical beasts, griffins, and wyverns.

The Knights' and Constructs' main adversaries are wyverns and flying monsters.

Those sophisticated and powerful aerial golems faced off against Aura's robust, armored young dragons.

They chased and attacked each other.

Dragon breath and artillery fire rose and fell in waves, and the flashes of explosions occasionally lit up the night sky.

What is most awe-inspiring is the battle between those colossal creatures.

In the ranks of Lorthorn, war colossi, each over twenty meters tall at the shoulder and resembling a moving castle, strode heavily into the battlefield.

They are made entirely of enchanted metal, with runes shimmering at their joints.

They have huge furnaces on their chests, fueled by black oil crystals or substances of the same level, emitting a deep rumble, and their arms are either modified into multi-barreled alchemical cannons or giant chainsaw swords and battering rams.

Their goals are clear.

The equally enormous and ferocious beasts in the Aura army.

A colossal lion beast, its body covered in heavy armor and rock-like muscles, roared deafeningly as it swept through the ordinary soldiers of the Lorthen Legion.

Bang!
A heavy shell from a War Colossus struck its flank; the enchanted warhead shattered the outer armor, tearing through the tough skin and muscle, leaving a crater several meters in diameter.

The lion roared, turned sharply, and locked its eyes on the giant that had harmed it.

It abandoned the soldiers in front of it, exerted force with all four limbs, and launched a massive charge towards the war colossus.

The war colossus adjusted its posture, and the multi-barreled cannons on its left arm once again spewed out scorching flames. A series of shells exploded in the path of the lion beast's charge, kicking up dirt and blood mist, adding new wounds to its body.

But the lion's charge was only slightly hampered, and it slammed into the war colossus with its weight and inertia!
Boom!

A screeching sound of metal twisting rang out as the colossus staggered backward, crushing some friendly and enemy soldiers who couldn't dodge in time. Its armor was visibly dented, but the giant chainsaw sword on its right arm swung down with a buzzing sound.

scoff!

The sound of cutting rang out.

The chainsaw blade's serrated teeth tore wildly through the bone plates, fascia, and flesh, embedding themselves deeply within them. Hot blood gushed out, instantly staining the colossus's arm and the ground below red.

The lion struggled wildly in excruciating pain.

It used its fangs to gnaw at the colossus's breastplate and its head to smash the colossus's torso.

The war colossus's left arm extended out, and the modified multi-barreled cannon at the front end directly approached and slammed into the lion's mouth, which was wide open due to its roar!

*Pfft!* *Boom!*

The cannon barrel began a frenzied, rotating bombardment deep inside the mouth and throat.

The lion's struggles quickly weakened, and finally, the light in the giant beast's eyes dimmed completely, and it collapsed to the ground with a thud, stirring up a cloud of dust.

On the other side, another colossus was pounced on by a giant monster, its body and engine torn apart, leaving only wreckage.

Such clashes between behemoths are taking place in many parts of the battlefield.

Lorthorn's golems are advanced, his war machines are sophisticated, and his soldiers are quite elite. Although the war is fierce, he has a firm advantage.

The northern line, a winch of steel and flesh.

A small elite force of Lorthorn is locked in a fierce battle with Aura's ogres.

The Lor'then warriors advanced in a sophisticated five-man squad formation, with shield guards blocking, halberd thrusts, and crossbowmen firing in short bursts, their coordination impeccable. The ogres' coordination was slightly weaker, but each of them possessed strength that was beyond the reach of humans.

Among them, the ogre leader wielded a battle axe the size of a door.

With each sweep of his sword, he shattered shields and the soldiers behind them. Although his body was riddled with arrows and broken spears, he seemed to feel no pain. Instead, he fought with increasing ferocity, laughing wildly as he smashed a Lor'then warrior, armor and all, into a bloody pulp.

Just then, a cavalry captain charged in.

He rode his warhorse and charged forward, piercing the ogre leader's arm as he tried to block with his lance, the force of the thrust continuing until it pierced the leader's chest.

The cannibal leader's laughter abruptly stopped.

He looked down at the blood-stained spear tip protruding from his chest, swayed, and then fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

hum!
A faint, undetectable spirit rose from the leader's corpse and was quickly sucked into the sky.

His death had little impact on the morale of the other Aura soldiers around him; they continued to fight madly, even becoming more excited by the stronger smell of blood.

Without pausing, the cavalry captain flicked his spear, sending another horseman flying and creating a brief opening for the infantry regiment behind him.

He and his cavalry swept past like a whirlwind, continuing their search for the next valuable target.

While Aura's warriors are indeed brave and fierce, Lorthen's elite are no weaklings either.

With its longer history and more systematic training, Lorthern actually holds a certain advantage in terms of the quantity and quality of its mid-level officers and elite soldiers.

Meanwhile, the clashes at the legendary level have also reached a fever pitch.

The amethyst dragon-lion was roaring, but all its attacks were blocked by the two legendary warriors in front of it.

The Star Speaker Margarita has completed the construction of the spell, guiding layers of elemental energy to create a magical gate in the air.

A shooting star was summoned and roared out.

It locked onto its target, ignoring the amethyst dragon lion's attempts to dodge, and after a series of rapid maneuvers, finally slammed into the dragon lion's back, causing it to fall to the ground and create a huge crater.

At the bottom of the pit, the amethyst dragon-lion struggled, throwing off the meteor debris that was pressing down on it.

He shook his slightly dizzy head, raised his head, and let out a roar filled with pain and anger.

Immediately afterwards, a dense purple flame surged from its body, enveloping its injured back, and the broken scales and muscles healed and regenerated at a visible speed within the flame.

At the same time, three of the amethyst clusters that were floating around its body disappeared silently.

"What... troublesome vitality."

The Star Speaker, Margarita, frowned slightly and muttered to herself.

The magical meteor she summoned was powerful enough to severely injure or even kill most high-level legendaries.

Judging from the appearance of the Amethyst Dragon Lion, although it was seriously injured, it was far from losing its fighting ability, and its fighting spirit was even higher.

The vitality of these legendary creatures, such as Aura, far surpasses that of ordinary human legends.

On the other side, the phoenix transformed into a dazzling and blazing streak of fire, traversing the battlefield at high speed, occasionally scattering scorching hot feathers that could melt gold and iron.

Suddenly, she keenly sensed that the clamor of war had become blurred and distant.

The phoenix cautiously looked around and discovered that, without its knowledge, a thick shadow had quietly enveloped its surroundings.

Whoosh!
A blurry black shadow emerged from the shadows and appeared directly above the phoenix's head.

The pitch-black dagger, seemingly capable of absorbing all light, silently pierced the phoenix's head.

This dark figure was none other than Lorthorn's legendary assassin, the Silent Blade.

He is skilled in stealth and strikes with deadly precision, a sharp sword in the shadows of Lorthorn. His dagger, "Kiss of Annihilation," is a legendary weapon with a terrifying effect that severs life force, directly eroding the very essence of life.

puff.

The dagger fell.

Centered on the point of penetration, a black thread, exuding a sense of deathly stillness, rapidly spread outwards.

They extended along the phoenix's brilliant fiery body, and wherever they passed, the blazing flames seemed to be polluted and frozen, becoming dim and dull, eventually forming lifeless black patches.

"So ugly! So ugly! I'm angry!"

The phoenix felt the pain of its life force being eroded, and it also noticed the ugly black spots spreading across its magnificent wings.

This blow was not enough to kill her completely, but she had a natural love for splendor and heat, and felt extreme disgust for the stains spreading across her body at this moment.

boom!
Self-destruction! The legendary phoenix's resolute self-destruction!
The Silent Blade was too close and had no time to react before it was completely engulfed by the raging inferno.

When the blinding light finally dissipated, the spot where the phoenix had stood was now empty, with only distorted, evaporating air remaining.

On the edge of the explosion, a slightly disheveled black figure re-formed—it was the Silent Blade.

He appeared unharmed, but his face was somewhat pale, and he subconsciously reached out to touch his waist.

The belt buckle that was originally worn there, inlaid with a black gemstone, was now covered with spiderweb-like cracks and then completely turned into powder.

"That was close..."

The Silent Blade whispered with lingering fear.

This is one of his most important life-saving tools, capable of creating a perfect shadow clone to absorb fatal damage at crucial moments.

Otherwise, even if he hadn't died, he would have certainly suffered unimaginable injuries.

Almost at the same time he was feeling relieved, a vibrant cry rang out again in the scorching air.

A tiny, golden-red spark appeared out of nowhere, then rapidly expanded and extended, outlining the elegant silhouette of a bird.

Wings, tail feathers, body... In the blink of an eye, a phoenix with magnificent wings and its body burning with pure flames was reborn from the ashes!
But elsewhere.

Iron dragons soared, red dragons roared, and white dragons dodged. Facing the higher-level and more numerous Lor'theon legends, their wounds continued to increase, but their fighting spirit remained strong. Relying on their powerful bodies, they were completely unafraid of the Lor'theon legends.

The situation is similar for Aura's Fang and Aura's Edge.

As for the human legends who came with support from the Duchy of Theo and other affiliated forces, they seemed somewhat powerless when facing the legends of Lorthern.

They could only adopt a defensive posture, walking on thin ice under the fierce attacks of the Lorthorn Legends, barely holding on.

Looking at the entire legendary battlefield, Lorthene's side undoubtedly has the upper hand.

They have more legendary characters, higher average level, and generally better equipment.

However, completely eliminating any Aura Legend in a short period of time is almost an impossible task.

The legends of Aura, whether they are dragons, dragon lions, phoenixes, or dragon-blooded creatures like the Aura Fang, all possess a powerful physical foundation, terrifying vitality, and regenerative abilities that far surpass those of human legends of the same level.

Even if there is a significant difference in strength, even if one is at a disadvantage.

They are also extremely difficult to kill quickly.

On the other side, King Raymond was also fighting on the battlefield.

The Dawn King's Sword was already drawn, its blade stained with blood, and it had slain many Aura soldiers.

Now, he is leading several legends in a fierce attack on the Aura War Soul.

This monster, which embodies the morale and fighting spirit of the entire Aura Legion, is not a true living being, but its power level far surpasses that of ordinary high-level legendary beings.

However, even with the combined attack of the king and several legends, the War Spirits showed remarkable resilience.

Various attacks rained down on the war spirit's massive body, repeatedly blasting and tearing parts of its form apart.

But the scattered energy quickly regrouped above the army formation, like a piece of extremely tough taffy, difficult to destroy quickly.

The battle was intense.

However, the king's mind was not entirely focused on the war spirit.

Despite the advantage his side had gained, the king felt no pride, but rather a sense of gravity.

Because he knew it in his heart.

From beginning to end, they had only one true enemy.

The king's gaze drifted towards the sky during a brief pause in his sword swing.

Above the night sky illuminated by the flames of war, a majestic dragon silhouette could be faintly seen hanging in the sky.

It was none other than Aura's Red Emperor.

Garros did not personally participate in the battles on the ground or between legendaries. He simply hovered high above, overlooking the entire battle, his gaze occasionally sweeping over King Lorthorn, but never lingering on him.

"Why...why hasn't he come yet?"

A sense of anxiety rose in Raymond's heart.

His willingness to risk his life and personally lead the expedition was primarily aimed at using himself as bait to lure the Red Emperor into launching a direct attack on him.

Once the Red Emperor falls into the trap, the hidden Grandmaster will suddenly erupt and launch an attack.

With the help of some pre-arranged arrangements around him, the Red Emperor could be put in an extremely unfavorable situation from the very beginning.

This is a fairly obvious trap.

However, in past wars, the Red Emperor has personally appeared at crucial moments many times, turning the tide of battle with an unparalleled demeanor. He clearly enjoys the feeling of being the center of attention and dominating the battlefield.

And amidst the vast army, capture or kill King Lorthen...

This honor should be enough to make this dragon willing to take some risks.

Just then, the War Soul's giant energy claw slammed down.

Raymond seemed to be a beat slower in his reaction due to distraction, and his attempt to parry with his sword appeared somewhat hasty.

Bang!
The giant claw slammed into the Dawn King's sword, and Raymond groaned as his body flew backward uncontrollably, becoming separated from the other guards.

This flaw was fleeting.

However, the legendary beings, with their keen senses, still managed to discover it.

One by one, the Aura Legends turned their heads and gazed at the king, wanting to seize the honor of capturing King Lorthen. Unfortunately, they were generally overwhelmed by the Lorthen Legends and could not put their plans into action.

Only the Red Emperor was able to seize this opportunity.

However, the dragon's shadow, hovering high above, merely turned its head slightly, glanced at the poorly acting human king, and then withdrew its gaze from him, looking down over the entire battlefield.

Galos lowered his eyes and gazed intently, taking in the performances of each legendary figure.

He was not in a hurry to personally intervene immediately.

On the one hand, it is about patiently observing.

Besides the known information, does Lorthene possess other Grand Powers that are hidden?
What are their strengths? And in what ways will they intervene?

Be patient and wait; you might be able to catch up on more information.

On the other hand, he also wanted to take this opportunity to carefully examine the true gap between his Kingdom of Aura and established powers like Lorthen on the main battlefield.

It now seems that the Grand Slam champions of Lorthorn are indeed very patient.

Before their greatest threat clearly appeared but made a move, they all restrained themselves well and did not take action.

As for the performance of the Aura Legion... compared to Lorthene, they do indeed lack the accumulation of time and experience.

The Aura Legion fought a tough battle and suffered greater casualties. Relying solely on the Legion's strength, they could not force Lortheon's Grand Rank to intervene prematurely.

However, Galos was not disappointed in his own army because of this.

On the contrary, there is some recognition.

For Aura to have developed to its current state in such a short time and to be able to fight to this extent with a powerful nation like Lorthen on the main battlefield is truly remarkable.

more importantly.

From beginning to end, Garus never placed his hopes of winning the war on the legions.

He never considered relying on the legion.

On the contrary, it is the Aura Legion that needs to rely on him.

The purpose of a legion is never to replace him in those decisive battles.

Their value lies in controlling vast territories, more efficiently acquiring resources and wealth for the emperor, establishing a massive system that can sustain his growth, and resolving ordinary conflicts that Galus is too lazy to deal with.

A battle that determined the fate of the kingdom and defeated a powerful enemy?

That has always been, and should only be.
"A battle that belongs only to me."

Hong Tielong's gaze was deep as he muttered to himself.

At this moment, the battle situation below is basically clear.

Lorthene's advantage is widening, and Aura's defense is under pressure.

Continuing to wait and see is no longer of much use.

"The King of Lorthorn seems very eager for me to take action against him... Well then, so be it, although he is not the target."

Red Iron Dragon's eyes burned, and his aura shifted from calm to dangerous.

His wings suddenly spread out, extending to the left and right sides as the dragon energy surged, instantly transforming into a huge wingspan several times the length of his body.

But Red Iron Dragon still did not go to see the human king.

His gaze locked onto another battlefield.

There, Lor'theon's high-ranking legendary figure hovered and flickered around the phoenix, his dagger slicing across the phoenix's body time and again, but no longer seeking a fatal blow as before, becoming much more cautious.

However, some cracks remained in his domain due to the effects of the Phoenix's first self-destruction.

Tear!

The attack of the Silent Blade sliced ​​across the Phoenix's right wing, leaving a black mark.

Before the Phoenix could launch its counterattack, he vanished into the shadows and reappeared to the Phoenix's left. But before he could launch an attack, alarm bells suddenly went off in his mind.

High in the sky, the Red Emperor's gaze suddenly focused, locking onto the assassin in the shadows.

He did not swoop down to approach, nor did he unleash a devastating dragon breath.

It merely cast a detached glance from the distant horizon in the direction of human legend.

boom!
Without warning, a raging inferno burst forth, engulfing and sweeping away the human legend. Some of the aftershocks seeped through the cracks in the domain and landed on him.

"what?!"

The Silent Blade is haunted by the spirits of the dead.

This attack came too suddenly!

At the critical moment, other protective items lit up, blocking the flames from burning.

"The Eye of Truth still has room for improvement since it couldn't pass directly through the domain rift."

Red Iron Dragon pondered for a moment, then flapped its wings.

Whoosh!
He moved like lightning, rapidly approaching the advanced legendary figure.

At the same time, in the king's location, several seemingly ordinary legendary guards suddenly tore off their disguises, unleashing their crown-rank majesty, and swooped down towards the path of the red iron dragon.

Seeing that the Red Emperor was about to slaughter their own legends and ignore the King, they could no longer restrain themselves.

On the other side, the Silent Blade remained calm, dispelling the arrogance that filled the field of vision, but then, the sky suddenly darkened, and a sense of oppression descended from the sky.

Red Iron Dragon's right claw had already appeared above his head.

Despite being a high-level legendary, the Silent Blade showed no desire to retaliate. A phantom scroll appeared beside him, causing the space to tremble. However, as the Red Iron Dragon's claws closed, the space instantly froze.

The Blade of Tranquility showed fear in its eyes, and then transformed into a formless shadow.

However, it was still to no avail.

Red Iron Dragon's claws descended, as if catching a startled insect, grasping the shadow as if it were a solid object, and then holding it tightly.

Click!
The shadows were frozen, then crushed.

A highly skilled legendary assassin, adept at stealth, assassination, and escape, was wiped off the face of the Red Dragon Emperor without even putting up a decent fight.

The Grandmasters of Lorthorn's expressions darkened, but their movements did not slow down at all.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Red Emperor killed one of their own legends, they surrounded him, each occupying a side and trapping him in the middle.

"I am destiny itself!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the Holy Spirit stepped forward, his voice booming like a bell.

In the next instant, a dazzling light erupted from the Holy Spirit.

It was light, and like a living tide, instantly sweeping across the sky and the earth, covering and enveloping the sky where the Red Emperor and other crowns resided.

The Phoenix was relatively close and also within the realm of destiny.

In an instant, she felt as if her domain was bearing some kind of immense pressure, and it shattered completely after only a few seconds.

The flames on the phoenix's body flickered violently, dissipating one by one as if cut by an invisible sword. Moreover, it struggled to move and moved slowly, as if the air itself had turned into solidified glue.

Fortunately, the Holy Spirit's attention was not on her, and she was only on the edge of the domain.

Whoosh!
Before suffering further damage, the Phoenix broke out of the Fate Domain.

At the same time, the red iron dragon could feel the pressure coming from all directions.

The last time he had a similar feeling was when he faced the legendary bronze dragon, Siano, against an opponent of a higher level.

hum!
Flames raged as Galos activated his own domain, attempting to weaken the suppression of the Fate Domain.

However, as soon as his Flame Domain was activated, it seemed to encounter some kind of natural enemy. First, the cracks spread, and then it collapsed directly, making it difficult to truly take shape.

Dark clouds hung low in the sky.

A fierce wind swept across the battlefield, carrying the scent of rust and scorched earth.

Garus hovered in mid-air, his dragon wings flapping slowly, stirring up waves of heat. His gaze fell on the figure radiating a soft light in front of him.

Holy Spirit.

The words "Domain of Destiny" weighed heavily on Galos's mind.

According to the information provided by Reipos, this is one of the Holy Spirit's skills, which can suppress all domain forces below the Destiny level within its own domain, while greatly enhancing the effects of its own legendary units.

This was evident when the Holy Spirit first appeared at the besieged city of Valdo by the allied forces of various nations.

"Fortunately, it's just a fragmented destiny, with only the destiny domain remaining. Apart from that, it's only equivalent to a crown rank. Otherwise, if I were facing a true destiny legend, I would have to temporarily avoid their sharp edge."

He grinned, revealing his sharp, white teeth.

Then, Hong Tielong scanned the four figures surrounding him.

The Holy Spirit hovered directly in front, its humanoid silhouette blurred within the light; to the left was the Grand of Time, Sodrian, whose youthful face held a composure beyond his years; to the right was the Grand of Glory, Grant, his armor gleaming; behind them stood the Four Symbols Grand, the ancient guardians of Lorthene.

“The Holy Spirit, the crown of time, the crown of glory, and the crown of the four elements.”

Red Iron Dragon grinned, showing no fear even amidst the encirclement, and said, "I am just an ordinary high-level legend, while you are four against one, bullying the weak. Doesn't this damage the dignity of a crown-level powerhouse?"

The champions remained calm in the face of Red Iron Dragon's slightly amused words.

Sodrian was the first to respond.

Guan Shiji raised his eyelids and said, "To fight for one's own kingdom and people is the greatest dignity."

He paused, then added, "Moreover, giving your all is the most basic respect for a strong person, regardless of race or stance."

This was the final response.

In a life-or-death battle that determines fate, any verbal exchange is meaningless.

The Holy Spirit acted first.

The arm formed of light rose up and pressed down towards the red iron dragon.

The movements appear slow, but are actually as fast as lightning.

Within the realm of destiny, countless golden rays emerged from the void, intertwining and entwining to transform into hundreds of chains as thick as bowls.

These chains are not physical entities, but rather manifestations of pure domain power, with complex runes flowing across their surface.

Lock of Heaven.

The chains came flying through the air, blocking all the Red Iron Dragon's escape routes.

Even more terrifying, as the chains drew closer, Galos felt the surrounding air become viscous.

No, it's not the air, it's the entire space that's frozen.

Every movement he makes requires extra effort, like moving in deep water.

This is the effect of domain suppression.

"Roar--!"

Galos roared.

Almost simultaneously, four forces within him erupted.

High spirits!
Bloodlust Explosion!
Red lotus form!
Wildness!
Facing the powerful Grand Orders, Red Iron Dragon did not hesitate for a second, activating all four battle states simultaneously, and its Beast Mode was also triggered.

The already majestic and imposing figure of the Red Emperor underwent another dramatic change.

The dragon scales were scorching hot, like a red-hot branding iron, with golden lightning and red lotus patterns appearing on them, and countless battle-hardened runes shining brightly.

His body grew at a visible speed, rows of thorns bursting up on his back, extending from his neck to his tail. His claws and teeth became thick, long, and sharp, while his pair of dragon horns also grew meanderingly, with some secondary horns around them protruding violently and quickly intertwining like a crown.

At the same time, the dragon energy surged in the shoulders and neck, condensing into a head and giant arms.

Four arms! Two heads!
He looked like a terrifying behemoth born to kill, a living natural disaster, awe-inspiring yet exuding a kingly majesty that compelled one to admire his power and physique.

"Come!"

Galos locked onto the enemy with both eyes simultaneously.

The Lock of Heaven is now almost within reach.

The dragon's head on the left was the first to move.

It opened its mouth wide and spewed dragon breath. The golden chains trembled violently under the impact of the dragon breath, and the runes on their surface flickered. Its forward speed was significantly reduced.

Taking this opportunity, Garus's true form extended its claws.

Claws that Annihilate the Law!

The claws gleamed with a silvery-gray light as they gripped the foremost chains tightly!
Click—!
A piercing cracking sound rang out.

The chains formed by the power of the domain were forcibly grasped, cracked, and then broke into countless points of light.

The leader of the Red Iron Dragons gazed at Lorthorn's Four Symbols Grand Prix.

The ancient monk who initially appeared as an old man has now changed his appearance.

His face was resolute, his hair almost stood on end, and his originally loose robe was completely stretched out by his muscular body. His exposed muscles looked like they were cast in steel, and he seemed to have returned to his peak condition, exuding a fierce aura.

Just then, the four cardinal positions moved.

The ancient monk had closed in to within a hundred meters of the dragon, almost touching it. The four-colored halo behind his head was slowly rotating, and it was currently stopped in the yellow area representing earth.

Mountain-Crushing Strike!
A simple, direct, and unpretentious punch.

The monk's right fist, enveloped in a thick earth elemental glow, slammed towards the red iron dragon's chest and abdomen.

Wherever the fist passed, the air was compressed into visible ripples. The power of this punch was condensed to the extreme, with no waste, all concentrated on a single point on the fist.

Galos's right dragon-energy arm came to block.

At the same time, the breath from the dragon's head on the left changed direction and sprayed towards the approaching Holy Spirit.

boom! ! !
The moment their fists clashed, a loud, metallic clang erupted.

The dragon-shaped arm visibly collapsed, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on its surface. The monk's fist broke through the dragon's energy, creating a cavity inside.

But the monks' domain also trembled at the same time.

The force of the recoil caused fine cracks to appear on the surface of his domain.

He used the momentum to retreat, dodging Garus's follow-up left claw strike. A halo flashed behind his head, and blue water flowed across the surface of the domain, creating ripples that completely neutralized the aftershocks.

From the side and rear, Glory's top position has made its move.

Grant had somehow gotten around to the side of the red iron dragon's neck.

His armor shone brightly, and the power of the holy oath condensed on the blade.

Glorious Slash!
The giant sword transformed into a golden beam that seemed to split the heavens and earth, cleaving straight at the junction of the red iron dragon's neck and shoulder blades. This was a relatively weak point for the dragon, where the scales were thinner and large blood vessels passed through.

Before the sword even arrived, the sharp wind from it had already sliced ​​through the air.

Galos sensed danger.

But he didn't turn around.

The Four Symbols Monks and the Holy Spirit attacked from the left and right, like a tidal wave. After deflecting the backlash, the monks immediately pounced again, their fists igniting with four-colored flames; the Holy Spirit, on the other hand, once again condensed dozens of light swords, which shot towards them from all angles.

Whoosh!
The thick, long dragon tail rose up, tearing through the air, and lashed out at Grant.

A dragon's tail whip is often faster than its claw strikes; this is a key piece of information that is highlighted in all dragon-slaying manuals, and Grant clearly knew this as well, his expression remaining unchanged.

Clang! Snap!

The sword's edge collided with the tail scales, scattering dazzling sparks.

The Unyielding Sword is a top-tier legendary weapon. With the blessing of the Holy Oath, it tore open Garoth's tail scales, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound.

Before the blood could even gush out, it burst forth as blazing flames.

The blood of the Red Emperor can transform into blood flames.

This is the battle information that the Grand Orders already know.

Grant was prepared; with a flick of his left hand, a shield engraved with the head of a roaring lion appeared on his arm.

Lionheart Guardian!

The legendary shield shone brightly, and the phantom of a raging lion leaped out from its surface, roaring.

The sound waves mixed with holy light, dispersing most of the incoming blood flames. The remaining blood flames landed on the shield, emitting a sizzling sound, but could not penetrate the golden light.

But the real attack is only now arriving.

The injured dragon tail did not retract, but instead continued to swing due to inertia, slamming hard against the shield guarded by Lionheart.

boom!!!!

The deafening crash echoed across the battlefield.

Grant felt a numbness in his arm, and the shield almost slipped from his grasp.

Although Lionheart Guardian absorbed most of the impact, the remaining power was still terrifying. He was like a stone thrown by a catapult, tumbling and flying uncontrollably through the air.

In that brief moment, Galus’s leader suddenly turned around.

A crimson light shone from deep within his throat.

Destroying Dragon Breath!

At first it was just a thin line of fire, but after leaving the dragon's mouth, it quickly expanded and turned into a blazing sea of ​​fire.

The dragon's breath went straight for Grant.

The young Glory Grandmaster had just stabilized, his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to emerge, and was about to be engulfed by the sea of ​​fire. Sodrian made his move.

The Grandmasters of Time have not participated in any direct siege since the start of the war.

He simply hovered quietly at the edge of the battlefield, observing the Red Iron Dragon's every move.

The angle of the claw strikes, the frequency of the breath, the rhythm of the dragon's wing flapping, and even the patterns in the changes in its eyes.

He was taking notes.

Record the Red Emperor's fighting habits and details that could become weaknesses.

Now, Grant is in danger, and his record is almost complete.

Sodrian appeared in front of the dragon's breath.

He did not dodge, but merely adjusted the angle of his round shield slightly. Just before the dragon's breath was about to engulf him, Sodrian raised his shield to block.

Time stood still.

Centered on the circular shield, the surrounding space and time seemed to be frozen, and the surging dragon breath crashed against this invisible barrier, unable to advance an inch.

Then, time began to flow backward.

The destructive dragon breath spewed by Garus swept back along its original path at an even faster speed!

At the same time, the suppression of the Holy Spirit reached its peak.

The chains of heaven wrapped tightly around the red iron dragon's limbs and wings, and many lightsabers rained down, leaving countless wounds on its scales and slowing its movements.

The Four Symbols Monks also seized the opportunity.

The halo behind his head kept flashing.

The four colors of yellow, blue, cyan, and red alternate.

With each blink, his attack changes its attribute.

The weight of earth, the flow of water, the swiftness of wind, and the explosiveness of fire—his fists blurred into afterimages, bombarding the Red Iron Dragon's body from every angle.

Under the combined attack of the three Grand Slam champions, Galoth's movements were severely hampered.

The dragon's breath, which was now flowing back, was already close at hand.

call! ! !
The scorching flames covered Red Iron Dragon's face.

His scales were charred and cracked, and excruciating pain shot through his face, but Galos did not scream. Instead, he let out an even more ferocious roar.

A wounded dragon is often in greater danger.

Unyielding and unyielding!
This passive ability is automatically triggered when injured. The pain did not weaken Garos's fighting spirit, but instead further enhanced his lethality.

The dragon claw clenched tightly, and the magic-extinguishing patterns on its wrist shone brightly.

Tear!

The dozen or so Heavenly Locks that were wrapped around his right arm were forcibly torn off.

Immediately afterwards, Garus flapped his wings and his massive body charged toward Sodrian at incredible speed, his right claw extending and his hooked toes sealing off the space between them.

The Crown Prince's gaze was sharp, unconcerned about the solidification of the surrounding space.

He stared intently at the approaching dragon claw, his gaze sharp. Just as the claw was about to touch his body, Sodrian subtly adjusted his posture.

Turn to the side, lean back, and bend your left leg slightly.

Time seemed to slow down countless times in his perception.

The dragon claw grazed the breastplate, tearing the outer robe, but failed to touch the skin.

At the same time, Sodrian drew his sword from his waist with his right hand.

It was an iron sword that looked as ordinary as could be.

The blade was covered in rust and chips, and the leather wrapped around the hilt was worn down to reveal the wood underneath. But the moment Sodrian grasped the hilt, the rust on the blade peeled away, the chips healed, and the entire sword shone with a silvery-white light.

It has no name, no legendary origin.

This is just a sword that has been with Sodrian for three hundred years, a sword that has drunk the blood of countless powerful warriors.

Time slowed down again, as if it had frozen, but Sodrian remained unaffected.

He did not attack the dragon's head or heart because the distance was too great, his time was limited, and the timing was not right. Instead, his gaze fell on the dragon's arm.

In Red Iron Dragon's perception, after Sodrian dodged his attack, his figure suddenly blurred for a moment.

The next moment, a sharp pain shot through my right arm.

Rip! Rip! Rip!

Sodrian's figure flickered seven times around the dragon's right arm.

With each flash, a sword fell.

The blade did not attempt to sever the dragon's arm, as that would be too strenuous; instead, it cut the tendons, ligaments, and key nodes for energy flow at the joint connections.

Seven swords, seven ring-shaped sword marks.

The wound was so deep that bone was visible, and blood and flames gushed forth.

Rumble!
A deep rumble of thunder echoed in the sky.

The battle between the Grand Masters and the dragons has completely disrupted the elemental balance of this region; dark clouds roll overhead, and lightning flashes like silver snakes.

The next second, a torrential downpour began, with raindrops the size of soybeans, pattering against the dragon's scales.

Galos let out a low growl.

The burning blood flames surged back and clung to the wound.

In an instant, granulation tissue appeared in all the wounds, intertwining with each other and healing and regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This scene sent a chill down the spines of the players.

They all knew that the Red Emperor was immortal and could be resurrected.

But the intelligence report didn't mention that this guy can regenerate quickly during battle!
We can't give him time!

The Four Symbols Warrior Monk shouted in a low voice.

The Holy Spirit answered his words.

In the realm of destiny, in addition to the chains of heaven that bind movement, new changes have emerged.

Countless points of light condensed in the air, transforming into three-foot-long lightsabers.

These lightsabers have no physical form; they are purely projections of the domain's power, yet each one contains the power to tear apart legendary defenses.

A myriad of swords descend from the heavens!

Lightsabers rained down like a storm.

At the same time, the monk formed hand seals, and the four-colored halo behind his head spun rapidly.

"The four elements revolve, sealing off heaven and earth!"

The power of the four elements—earth, water, wind, and fire—flowed from the halo, transforming into four bands of light of different colors.

The light strips intertwined, forming a large net covering the entire body of the red iron dragon.

This net is not a physical entity, but a field of elemental power; anything that enters it will be continuously eroded by the four elements.

The weight of the earth slows down movement, the viscous flow of water hinders the flow of energy, the sharpness of the gale cuts through defenses, and the scorching heat of the flames burns the body.

Sodrian and Grant also made their moves at the same time.

The sword of the Crown of Time shone with silver light once more, this time targeting the base of the dragon's wings. The Holy Knight of Glory charged from another angle, with Lionheart Guard in front and the greatsword behind, preparing to unleash a long-charged heavy slash.

All four championship titles, without holding back.

Their goal in this attack is to cripple the Red Emperor to the point where he cannot regenerate quickly.

Galos felt the pressure.

Real pressure.

Four arms waving, claw shadows filling the sky.

The dragon's head on the left spews out dragon breath, while the dragon's head on the right emits an energy roar.

Dragon wings, sharp as knives, cleaved through the vacuum in the rain.

The dragon's tail swept across, creating a sonic boom.

His combat skills have reached their peak.

Each claw strike precisely tore through the array of lightsabers, each breath forced back the approaching Crown, the storm stirred up by the dragon's wings scattered some of the elemental light bands, and the dragon's tail shattered the giant lightsaber formed by the Holy Spirit.

However, the four champions work closely together, and each of them is very strong.

The Holy Spirit was responsible for suppression and restraint, while the Chains of Heaven constantly entangled and bound them; the Four Symbols Monks launched a frontal assault, their power unpredictable; Sodrian harassed and attacked from the sidelines, each sword strike landing in the most vulnerable spot; while Grant waited for the opportune moment to launch a fierce attack.

Defense, containment, interference, offensive attacks, surprise attacks... all interconnected.

Galos gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, and his injuries increased.

Although his regenerative abilities were working and his wounds were healing, the rate was not keeping up with the accumulation of new damage.

Soon after, Red Iron Dragon was covered in wounds.

Grant had severed a section of his dragon tail at the end. Although it was regenerating, the new part was noticeably thinner than the original. His dragon wings were riddled with holes and cracks, and his dragon arms bore sword wounds of varying depths. The chieftain's head had even had its eyes pierced by Sodrian.

The dragon's aura slowly but steadily diminished.

The champions weren't unscathed either.

The Four Symbols Monks were breathing heavily, and many white hairs appeared in their hair; the cracks on Grant's Lionheart Shield had nearly doubled in size, his breastplate was dented, and blood was hanging from the corner of his mouth; wrinkles kept appearing and disappearing on Sodrian's face, which was a manifestation of the backlash of the power of time; the light of the Holy Spirit had dimmed by about 30%.

But their momentum only grew stronger.

Because the scales of victory are tipping.

Finally, the opportunity came.

After a full-force attack with all four arms swinging and both heads exhaling, Garus experienced a brief pause in his attack. Although it lasted less than half a second, it was long enough in a Grand-level battle.

The Holy Spirit and the monks joined forces to withstand the attack.

The Heavenly Locks shattered layer by layer, and the Four Symbols Light Bands crumbled inch by inch, but the Red Iron Dragon's attack was barely blocked.

It's now!

Sodrian's concentration was at its limit.

The spacetime around him began to distort, and a halo of illusory light appeared around him. It was the manifestation of the power of time, flowing calmly, yet containing terrifying power that could affect all things.

Galos sensed danger.

His choice was to ignore it.

Do not attack, do not give Sodrian a chance to reverse his attack or dodge and counterattack, and focus all your efforts on dealing with the Holy Spirit and the Monk's follow-up offensive.

This time, however, Sodrian did not give him a choice.

There were no preparatory actions.

In Sodrian's view, the world suddenly fell silent.

The wind died down, raindrops froze in mid-air, maintaining their downward trajectory, the shouts of soldiers on the battlefield were frozen on their faces, the light of the Holy Spirit Realm stopped flowing, the fists of the Four Symbols Monks stopped halfway, and the charging stance of the Glorious Paladins became a sculpture.

The Red Emperor... also froze.

The fierce light in its eyes froze, its four arms remained in a blocking or attacking posture, its wings were spread halfway, and its dragon tail was still curled up.

The whole world has become a silent painting.

In this painting, only Sodrian can breathe, think, and move.

Time stood still.

This is Sodrian's trump card, but also his most costly ability. Every second he uses it, he burns a significant amount of his lifespan and suffers irreversible damage to his body.

He took a step and walked towards the Red Emperor.

Each step felt incredibly heavy, and the air beneath their feet rippled.

On the skin, wrinkles appear and deepen at a visible speed, and the black hair begins to turn white from the roots.

But he finally reached the head of the red iron dragon.

The main head is majestic, and the dragon's head is ferocious.

Sodrian gazed silently into those deep dragon eyes, which, though frozen in place, seemed to burn with flames within them.

He slowly raised his sword.

The silver light on the blade was so bright it was almost blinding.

The first sword strike grazed the leader's neck.

The second sword strike grazed the left side of the dragon's head and neck.

Then he continued his walk without stopping.

The third strike is to the right shoulder joint.

The fourth strike, to the left shoulder joint.

The fifth strike, to the right hip joint.

The sixth strike, to the left hip joint.

The seventh sword strike is aimed at the third segment of the spine on the back.

The eighth sword strike is at the coccyx junction.

The ninth sword, the heart.

The tenth sword strike is on the left chest, where its energy organ is located.

Ten swords.

Ten vital points.

When the final sword fell, Sodrian had become an old man with white hair, his face covered with deep wrinkles, and his hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

But he finished it.

Time began to flow.

Red Iron Dragon continued to swing its claws, but its movements suddenly froze.

His expression froze on his face, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Neck, limbs, spine, heart, dragon jade... ten silver lights lit up simultaneously, and then the dragon's body began to disintegrate and was neatly divided.

The main head separated from the neck, and the left side of the dragon's head fell off.

The right arm was severed from the shoulder, the left leg was detached from the hip, the torso was split into three sections along the spine, and the tail was severed at the root.

The colossal and terrifying beast was reduced to more than a dozen huge pieces in a mere second, falling to the ground like meteorites.

"Now!"

"The paladin shouted."

He threw out a scroll.

The scroll unfurled in the air, and a complex magic circle instantly took shape.

That is a barrier that forbids resurrection, capable of interfering with the connection between death and life, and preventing necromancy and resurrection abilities from taking effect.

The barrier enveloped all the fallen debris.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent.

The rain was still falling, but apart from the sound of the rain, there was no other sound.

The soldiers of Lorthorn tilted their heads back, mouths agape, forgetting to breathe.

The king's hand gripping the sword hilt trembled, and the legendary warriors held their breath, staring intently at the remains.

On Aura's side, the already wounded Iron Dragon and Red Dragon, along with the legendary figures and countless warriors, all raised their heads, their eyes filled with tension.

Everyone knows that the Red Emperor can be resurrected.

But after being cut into more than a dozen pieces and shrouded in a barrier that forbids resurrection... how can it possibly survive?

"Did it...did it succeed?"

King Lorthorn's voice was hoarse.

The paladin was panting heavily, his hand gripping the sword white from the force of his grip. Sodrian hung in mid-air, his body hunched over, as if he might fall at any moment. The Four Symbols Monk knelt on one knee, coughing up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. The light of the Holy Spirit dimmed to the point of being almost transparent.

But none of them let their guard down.

Keep attacking!

Just then, something unexpected happened.

One of the wreckage, the leader of the Red Emperor, suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils turning a deep blood red.

The falling limbs and severed heads all paused in mid-air.

Then, at a speed that defies the laws of physics, they converge toward the center!

Dark red, almost black light surged from every piece of wreckage, transforming into countless threads that connected and pulled each other, forcibly dragging the separated bodies back together.

The head connects to the back of the neck.

Arms return to the shoulders and hips.

The torso is assembled.

Tail regeneration.

The whole process was incredibly fast. When the light faded, the Red Emperor stood in the sky once more.

But he no longer had that dignified appearance.

Its body was covered with crisscrossing stitches, like a tattered rag doll that had been roughly sewn together, with most of its scales broken, revealing the bright red muscle underneath.

But he is alive.

Moreover, the aura was surging wildly.

It's not even a recovery, it's a transcendence!

Surpassing the previous strongest limit, reaching a completely new level.

Immortal life! Anger that fears no death! Living towards death!

All three abilities are triggered simultaneously.

At this point, Red Iron Dragon's speed, strength, and explosiveness have all reached a new level.

"die!"

Galos's roar shattered the barrier that forbade resurrection.

His gaze immediately locked onto the nearest figure, Sodrian.

Kill him.

This thought was crystal clear.

Red Iron Dragon lunged forward, its speed so great that the air itself seemed to groan under its strain.

A pair of dragon claws, along with a newly reconstructed giant arm of dragon energy, transformed into a phantom that tore through space, covering all of Sodrian's evasive space.

Sodrian's pupils contracted.

He raised his round shield, and the power of time flowed across its surface.

clang!
The first claw strike was blocked.

clang!
The second claw blocked.

clang!
The third claw blocks.

Three perfect parries, each shock causing the muscles beneath the stitches on Red Iron Dragon's face to tremble violently and bleed. Sodrian was also retreating, each parry deepening the wrinkles on his face.

The fourth claw is here.

This time, the Red Iron Dragon's speed suddenly increased slightly.

Not many, about one-tenth.

But even this one-tenth exceeded Soderrian's prediction limit.

The battle never ends, and evolution has no limit.

Never give up, never give up!

Galos evolved during the battle, breaking through his original speed limit, and as a result, Sodrian's fourth shield parry failed.

Click, click!

The seven protective items he wore—a necklace, rings, amulets, and so on—shattered and turned to dust almost simultaneously.

Finally, the dragon claw landed squarely on Sodrian's chest.

Click!

The area cracked extensively and collapsed downwards, with the sound of the sternum shattering clearly audible.

Sodrian spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, leaving a shocking trail of blood in the air.

"Sodrian!"

The four warrior monks were filled with shock and anger.

The four-colored halo behind his head spun wildly, and the power of the four elements burned on his body, even mixing with his own life force to turn into blood-red flames.

The monks blocked the path of the red iron dragon's pursuit.

Red Iron Dragon neither dodged nor evaded, enduring Grant and the Holy Spirit's attacks head-on.

The Glory Slash tore a wound in its back, and the Holy Spirit's lightsaber pierced through the right dragon wing.

But Garus's dragon tail lashed out at the monk like a collapsing mountain.

boom! ! !
The Four Symbols domain was completely shattered.

The monk's body crashed to the ground like a meteorite, creating a huge crater.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and the sound of bones cracking echoed from the bottom of the pit. When he struggled to his feet, his chest was caved in, his left arm was bent at an odd angle, and his breath was extremely weak.

The paladins roared as they charged forward.

Lionheart Guardian unleashed its final brilliance, the phantom lion head on the shield roared in despair, and then the shield itself began to crumble, while Glory Slash gathered a large amount of Grant's holy oath power.

The golden light on the blade was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if it could cleave the sky in two.

The Holy Spirit is also making a final push.

All the light within the Domain of Destiny began to contract, condensing into a colossal sword that reached the heavens and the earth, hundreds of meters long, entirely composed of the power of the domain, with countless runes flowing across its surface.

The Crown Attack landed simultaneously.

Red Iron Dragon also responded, with blood flames gushing from every wound and every stitch, turning him into a blood-soaked behemoth.

Then, he rushed forward.

Boom!
The light engulfed everything.

The shockwave spread out in a spherical shape, shattering all the surrounding clouds. Soldiers on the ground were affected, blown away like straw, and legendary powerhouses had to deploy their domains to defend themselves.

When the light fades.

The paladin knelt in mid-air.

Lionheart Guardian shattered completely, the breastplate was completely torn apart, revealing a bloody and mangled chest underneath. He coughed up blood, each cough bringing out fragments of his internal organs. The light of the Holy Spirit dimmed to the point of almost being extinguished, and the humanoid outline became blurred, as if it would dissipate at any moment.

And the Red Emperor...

His massive body stood frozen in mid-air.

The burning blood flames around his body quickly subsided, the crimson in his eyes faded, and then, all the stitches burst open at once, and all the injuries that had been suppressed in his life-or-death state erupted simultaneously.

The time limit for his fearless rage has expired, but the battle is not over yet.

The backlash has arrived.

Galos swayed, and his massive body crashed to the ground.

During its fall, the body began to disintegrate again, turning into more than a dozen pieces, which crashed into the ground a second time.

"Did we...we won?"

"A Lorthern soldier murmured."

The cheers were about to begin when they abruptly stopped.

Because those wreckages were once again suspended in mid-air.

The light reappeared, the shattered corpses closed up, the body reformed, and a pure white light shone from his left chest.

That was the power of the Dragon Jade.

A rich life energy gushed forth like a spring, flowing throughout the body.

The charred scales peeled off, new scales grew, broken bones were mended, and torn muscles healed. Although he hadn't fully recovered to his peak condition, he had at least recovered 70-80%, and he could still fight with a strong aura.

The Red Emperor stood up once again.

"Do you think you can kill me?"

He looked around, his deep voice breaking the deathly silence: "All those who oppose me will turn to dust, while I will achieve eternity on the immortal throne!"

The Four Symbols Monks climbed out of the pit.

He coughed up blood, but stood very straight. The four-colored halo behind his head was covered with cracks and made a screeching sound when it rotated, but he did not back down and formed hand seals again.

Sodrian also regained his balance.

He hovered in mid-air, his chest caved in, his face as pale as paper, but his eyes remained resolute.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the red iron dragon.

"You've become weaker; this is your limit. If I kill you again, you will truly die."

The moment he finished speaking, Sodrian's appearance returned to that of a young man; his wrinkles receded like a tide, his white hair turned black, and his hunched back straightened.

But as everyone can see, after those wrinkles fade, they leave indelible marks under the skin.

This is an irreversible overdraft; regardless of victory or defeat, Sodrian's fate is sealed.

The monk also took a deep breath.

The cracks on the halo behind his head began to spread, but his aura was rising wildly, and four-colored flames surged from the halo, enveloping his entire body.

The flames were tinged with the color of blood.

The injuries healed at a visible speed; the sunken sternum was repositioned, and the broken arm was reattached.

But the cracks on the halo are becoming more numerous and deeper.

"continue."

Red Iron Dragon looked at them and said only one word.

The final battle began, and it became even more brutal.

The two Grand Masters, burning with life force, unleashed even greater power than before, with the Glorious Paladin and the Holy Spirit fighting with their last ounce of strength.

This time, Galos held nothing back.

He cannot use the Crimson Lotus state while the Dragon Jade is activated, but now he actually has a substitute.

Roar!
The dragon's energy surged once more.

But this construction is different from the previous one.

A third head took shape, and a third pair of arms emerged from under the ribs.

Three heads! Six arms!
Moreover, the tips of each claw shone with the luster of the Claw of Annihilation, and the pupils of all six eyes shone with the light of the Eye of Truth.

Star Awakening!

This ability brought Garos's dragon body to a perfect state, adding a head, a pair of dragon arms, and, more importantly, the ability to perfectly project the characteristics of his own body parts onto dragon structures.

At this moment, the Red Emperor is like a creature that has stepped out of mythology.

With all six arms swinging, the claw shadows stretched endlessly.

Three breaths were exhaled, and the dragon's breath swept across the sky.

The warrior monks went to meet them.

The halo behind his head had rotated to its limit, and cracks were about to tear the halo into four pieces.

The body of the Four Symbols!

With a roar, four-colored light burst forth from the halo, condensing into a magnificent elemental giant around the monk's body. The giant's face was blurred, but its outline resembled that of the monk, and its body was filled with the power of earth, water, fire, and wind.

The giant strode forward, colliding head-on with the red iron dragon.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of fists and claws clashing was like a thunderclap.

The elemental giant's fist smashed the scales on the red iron dragon's chest, the red iron dragon's claws tore open the giant's shoulder, the dragon's breath scorched the giant's torso, and the giant's four elemental powers eroded the flesh beneath the dragon's scales.

The battle entered its most intense phase.

The red iron dragon used its four claws to withstand the other attacks, and two of its claws pierced through the elemental giant's chest.

Click!

A pair of dragon heads bit his shoulder, their sharp teeth radiating intense dragon breath.

"For... Lorthorn..."

A hoarse voice came from inside the giant's body.

Then, the giant exploded.

The monk deliberately detonated his Four Symbols Body, the halo behind his head, and all his remaining power.

Boom!!!

The four-colored light spread like a tsunami, engulfing the Red Iron Dragon and blasting its body into a bloody mess, with bones even faintly visible in many places.

The monk is dead.

At the center of the self-destruction, not even ashes were left.

But Sodrian seized the opportunity.

Time stopped again.

This time, Sodrian was burning his last bit of life.

His body was visibly withering, his skin clinging to his bones, his eye sockets sunken, but he still raised his sword and strode toward the Red Iron Dragon.

"I will exchange my remaining years for a fleeting moment of eternity!"

This moment truly felt like eternity.

Red Iron Dragon's movements froze completely, even the light in his eyes stopped.

Sodrian walked up to Garos's neck.

He raised his sword and brought it down.

But just as the sword was about to touch the scales...

The red iron dragon's eyes rolled.

It rotated once within the realm of absolute stillness in time.

Then, his head began to move slowly, extremely slowly, like an insect struggling in solidified amber, requiring tremendous effort to move even an inch, but it was indeed moving.

And it's getting faster and faster.

For the first time, disbelief appeared in Sodrian's eyes.

But he didn't stop; instead, he quickened his pace.

The sword continued to fall, slicing through the dragon's scales, muscles, and cervical vertebrae, decapitating it. At the same time, the six eyes of the red iron dragon's three heads locked onto Sodrian.

Then, three flames appeared on his chest, forehead, and abdomen.

Sodrian paused, taken aback.

He looked down at the flames on his chest, then looked up at the red iron dragon, a helpless smile appearing on his lips.

"you……"

He wanted to say something, but ultimately didn't.

It shimmered with silver light.

The red iron dragon's neck was severed again, and its head fell askew.

The flames surged, completely engulfing Sodrian in the dragon's fiery aura. This time, he couldn't reverse or dodge it; his already near-limited domain couldn't hold on any longer.

His body, along with his shield and sword, were all reduced to dust in the flames.

Thus, the two oldest Grand Champions have fallen.

In the realm of destiny, only the youngest Holy Knight of Glory and the Holy Spirit, whose light has almost been extinguished, remain.

The Glory Grandmaster gripped his sword, his hand trembling.

He looked at the Red Emperor's body, which had been beheaded again, and saw the Red Emperor's claws suddenly move, grab his head, and press it back to its original position. He then glanced at the spot where Sodrian had disappeared.

A bottomless weariness welled up from the depths of his eyes.

Is this dragon truly immortal?
"No...it's not over yet..."

The paladin murmured to himself, whether trying to convince himself or stating the facts, it was unclear.

Dragging his broken body, he charged toward the Red Emperor. The Holy Spirit made the same choice, its last rays coalescing into a light spear that shot toward the Dragon Heart.

They all knew this might be their last chance.

If we can't completely kill the Red Emperor this time... then we're finished.

Paladin charge, Holy Spirit projected.

However, the Red Iron Dragon's aura surged once again to an extent beyond its limit, while the Grand and Holy Spirits were already at their last gasp.

Two dragon arms suddenly shot out.

One of them caught Grant.

One of them grabbed the light spear condensed by the Holy Spirit, squeezed it hard, and the light spear shattered.

The Red Emperor's head has been reattached, his eyes have reopened, and the dragon claw gripping the paladin is tightening.

"We... lost... How many times can you be resurrected?"

Looking at the dragon's rugged and fierce face, the Glory Grandmaster said bitterly.

Immediately afterwards, fragments of the Holy Spirit's light spear scattered in the air, the light quickly dimmed, the domain began to collapse, the Lock of Heaven shattered inch by inch, and the lightsaber turned into specks of light and disappeared.

The Red Emperor did not answer; he simply tightened his dragon claws.

Click.

The paladin's armor is transformed.

Click.

The bones were shattered.

puff.

Flesh and blood were squeezed and burst.

The dragon's energy ignited, turning the remains completely to ashes.

hum.

The Heavenly Mandate Domain also completely collapsed, its light exploding into countless points of light before quickly dimming and dissipating.

It's still raining.

But the battlefield has fallen silent.

The Red Emperor released his dragon claws, letting the ashes of the paladins and the specks of light of the Holy Spirit scatter.

He hovered in mid-air, his three heads rotating as he scanned the area below.

The soldiers of Lorthorn looked up, their faces filled with despair. Some knelt on the ground, some dropped their weapons, and some stood numbly in place.

The dragons and warriors on Aura's side erupted in thunderous cheers.

Galus did not cheer.

He simply stretched out his six arms, spread his wings, and raised his three heads, as if embracing the world, as if savoring the taste of victory.

In space, those magical satellites twinkled, recording this scene.

Regardless of what the onlookers thought, now they are left with nothing but silence.

December, 417 AD.

Lord of Aura, Garo Ignas, the Red Emperor, fought against the three Grand Masters and the Holy Spirit of Lortheon with the power of a single dragon. He died three times and was reborn three times. In the end, he won with his indestructible spirit, slaying all enemies and intimidating all nations.

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