Chapter 841: Chapter 559: Red Dragon Emperor VS Twelve-winged Angel of Death

"We cannot retreat! Nor is there anywhere to run!"

Lorand raised the Holy Sword in his hand high, pointing its edge straight at the approaching Star. He could even feel the terrifying heat radiating from its surface.

"Everyone, rather than waiting for death in despair, it is better to... welcome glory in a charge! In the name of God, purify the evil! Dedicate our final glory to our Lord!"

His words ignited the last spark of bloodlust in the other six Catastrophe Level experts.

"That’s right! Let’s fight them to the bitter end!"

"For our Lord!"

Seven Catastrophe Level auras erupted with a boom, and seven pillars of Holy Light shot into the sky. Under Lorand’s guidance, they converged into an even thicker and more dazzling pillar of light. Like a divine sword thrusting against the heavens, it slashed viciously toward the falling Star! This was their final counterattack!

At the same time, the Twelve-winged Angel of Death that had dodged to the side did not stop there. Its mission was to eradicate heretics and protect the believers. Although forced to evade, its cold will quickly calculated the optimal solution.

In the instant it dodged, a thousand-meter-long Golden Holy Sword had already condensed in its hand. Without a sliver of hesitation, it swung the sword at the side of the Star as it brushed past! This strike tore through space, leaving a scar scorched by Holy Light spreading across the sky! It was going to... shatter this Star!

However, a massive figure had already blocked its attack path. It was Aragon II. He stood atop Burning Heaven’s head, a mocking sneer on his face.

"Your opponent is me." Before his voice could fade, he swung the Flame Giant Sword in his hand.

BOOM!

The hundred-meter Giant Sword formed from Burning Heaven’s Dragon Flame violently collided in midair with the thousand-meter Holy Light Giant Sword unleashed by the Angel of Death! There was no earth-shattering explosion, only ultimate annihilation. The moment the Flame and Holy Light touched, large swaths of space twisted and collapsed, emitting a teeth-aching SIZZLE. The Holy Light was burning the Dragon Flame, and the Dragon Flame was devouring the Holy Light.

This stalemate, however, only lasted for an instant. A trace of disdain flashed through Aragon II’s eyes. The Red Dragon beneath his feet, "Burning Heaven," let out another roar, and an even more majestic and destructive Dragon Mighty was injected into the Flame Giant Sword.

CRACK!

A crack split down the middle of the golden Holy Light Giant Sword. Immediately after, this crack spread across the entire blade like a spiderweb in a flash!

"So fragile. What use is there in having World Destruction Level Power if you’ve lost your mind? You’re nothing but a slightly stronger beast!" Aragon II’s voice was ice-cold as he abruptly swung his arm down.

BOOM!

The Flame Giant Sword smashed through with unstoppable force, completely crushing the fractured Holy Light Giant Sword and turning it into golden motes of light dancing across the sky. The undiminished fiery rainbow, carrying the will to incinerate all things, slashed viciously into the left wing of the Twelve-winged Angel of Death!

SLASH!

A sound akin to a hot knife slicing through butter rang out. Under the horrified gazes of countless believers below, two of the twelve wings of light—formed of Divine Power and symbolizing divine might and holiness—were severed by Aragon II’s single strike! The massive wings of light snapped in half, plummeting toward the boiling ocean below in a shower of golden Divine Blood and glowing feathers.

The messenger of the Divine Spirit had bled.

At this same moment, the battlefield on the other side also reached its conclusion.

Lorand had gathered the final Power of seven Catastrophe Level experts, transforming it into a heaven-defying Holy Light Divine Sword that genuinely shook the falling Star. Under this attack that condensed the lifelong Cultivation of seven Catastrophe Level experts, the outer rock shell of the Star was violently blasted apart, leaving a massive shattered expanse several kilometers wide. However, for a Star dozens of kilometers in diameter, this was no more than a mere scratch.

In the end, the Star still came. Carrying an unstoppable momentum of destruction, under the watch of countless despairing eyes, it soundlessly slammed into the surface of the sea.

There was no sound. Indeed, at the exact moment of impact, it was as if the entire world had been put on mute. There was no earth-shattering bang, no roar of collapsing mountains or tsunamis. There was only Light.

A cluster of pale light, billions of times more blinding than the Sun, suddenly detonated upon the sea. The thousands of massive steel-forged warships belonging to the Light Holy See acted like snowflakes exposed to the scorching sun the moment this radiance flared. They failed to last even a single breath before being instantly... vaporized! There was no struggle and no screams, as if sound itself had dissolved alongside these warships.

From the hulls to the sails, from the Catastrophe Level Holy Knights to the most ordinary sailors, tens of thousands of lives, along with the fleet they were so proud of, were thoroughly wiped from this world. Struck by the terrifying kinetic energy and heat of the falling Star, that patch of ocean was forcibly evaporated, leaving behind a massive, bottomless void over a hundred kilometers in diameter! The seawater was displaced, revealing the pitch-black, hideous seabed below.

Then, this space seemed to shatter.

RUUUUMBLE!!!

Delayed by a few seconds, the world-destroying sound finally rippled outward. It was a terrifying roar loud enough to shatter souls! Immediately after, the billions of tons of seawater that had been forcibly displaced began to frantically pour back in. A towering wall of white water several thousand meters high, connecting the sky and the sea, roared as it expanded in all directions from the point of impact!

An unprecedented, colossal tsunami was born.

***

High in the heavens.

Aragon II, having severed two of the Angel of Death’s wings, did not stop. He could feel that while the other party’s aura had weakened significantly, its core had not suffered lethal damage.

"Trying to leave?" Sensing something, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, after a brief pause, the heavily injured Twelve-winged Angel of Death’s massive body of light and shadow began to turn ethereal. Ripples spread across the surrounding Space Barrier. It was trying to tear through space and escape! Its cold, inhuman will had determined that the enemy before it, combined with that World Destruction Level Red Dragon, was no longer someone it could defeat. Preserving itself and reporting this Mortal Empire’s blasphemous actions to its Lord was the most correct choice.

However, how could Aragon II possibly give it that chance?

"Did I give you permission to leave?" He slowly extended a hand and made a gripping motion toward the rippling space.

HUM!

An invisible will reigned over the world. The Space Barrier that was about to be torn open was instantly smoothed out. The Angel of Death’s figure was forcibly dragged out of its ethereal state and back into reality. Space... had been locked down!

The Angel of Death’s blurred face "turned" toward Aragon II. It no longer tried to flee. Its remaining ten wings burst with brilliant radiance. Endless Holy Light condensed in its hands, transforming into a Spear of Judgment burning with golden Flame. A berserk aura erupted from its body.

Even a Divine Weapon, when pushed into a corner, would unleash the most frenzied counterattack! The Spear of Judgment, containing boundless mighty power, locked onto Aragon II from afar. In the very next second, it would launch this fatal strike, gambling everything on a single throw.

"Now that’s more like it." A hint of a smile appeared on Aragon II’s face.

Beneath his feet, the Red Dragon, "Burning Heaven," also raised its massive, mountain-like head at this moment. Aragon II and "Burning Heaven" exchanged a glance. An unspoken understanding, forged over thousands of years and deeply ingrained in their souls, flowed between man and dragon.

"Burning Heaven," Aragon II said nonchalantly.

ROAR!

Answering him was a dragon’s roar powerful enough to rend the firmament! The Red Dragon "Burning Heaven" opened its gaping maw, which looked as though it could devour the sun and moon. Deep within its throat, a dark red Dragon Flame was rapidly forming and compressing.

Finally, the Twelve-winged Angel of Death launched its most powerful attack as well. That Spear of Judgment, burning with golden Divine Fire, transformed into a streak of light that pierced through the void. Ignoring spatial distance, it instantly appeared right in front of Aragon II!

However, Aragon II simply stood atop Burning Heaven’s head with his hands behind his back, not even bothering to lift an eyelid. Right in the split second before the Spear of Judgment could touch him...

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