Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Gazing at the red dragon, who held up the sun and exuded a pressure over all living beings, even the hearts of those proud celestial descendants of angels wavered.

Possessing the divine power of the sun, they could better appreciate the grandeur of that sun and feel the majestic power within it, a power that shared the same origin as their own.

Pairs of golden pupils, each revolving with a sun, revealed emotions such as shock and astonishment.

“By Amanata above, how could this red dragon possess such pure solar divine power?”

“Could it be…”

Due to their status, there were many words they couldn't voice.

Could it be that the red dragon was truly the real sun, an incarnation of the Lord of Eternal Radiance in the mortal realm?

Could it be that His Majesty Wilhelm, who had signed a pact with Hell, was truly abandoned by the Sun God, becoming a forsaken child of God, a pathetic apostle of the Devil?

In contrast to these Therans, who were entangled in various emotions and complex feelings, the moment Kelsus appeared in the high sky, all the people of the Empire erupted into enthusiastic cheers, their faces filled with fanaticism and piety.

“Long live Emperor Kelsus!”

“Long live the Great Red Dragon!”

Some even gazed at the sun suspended in the high sky, held up by the red dragon, raising their arms, welcoming the sunlight, and shouting from the bottom of their hearts: “Lord of the Sun! Emperor Kelsus is the true Lord of the Sun!”

“Lord of the Sun!”

“Praise Emperor Kelsus, praise the sun!”

The cheers of the people formed wave after wave of sound, almost submerging the entire city of Augusta.

Wilhelm stared intently at the sun in the sky, his golden pupils initially revealing surprise and rage, then his emotions became more agitated, eventually turning into deep resentment and hatred.

He trembled with anger, even the wings on his back were quivering slightly, white feathers fluttering in the air, and the spear of Final Judgment was raised, its sharp tip pointing directly at the distant red dragon.

“Kelsus! Put away your tricks, you shameless thief who blasphemes against the gods and steals power!”

Kelsus could tell at a glance—Wilhelm was panicking.

After signing the pact with Hell, even he himself began to doubt whether he had been abandoned by the Sun God, becoming a forsaken child of the gods.

“Wilhelm, do you really think—that a pathetic existence like you, who consorts with devils, is still qualified to be the successor of the Holy Fadelan, to become a member of the Sun God's retinue?

Stop deceiving the people and deceiving yourself. From the moment you chose to abandon your principles and sign a pact with Zariel, you were destined to be abandoned by the Sun God!”

Kelsus's voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wilhelm's heart hard, causing his mind to tremble and lose control.

“Insolence!”

Wilhelm roared angrily, two dazzling divine flames erupting from his eyes, even the halo behind him releasing flames like the sun.

The six wings on his back flapped together, his body, clad in magnificent armor, soared into the sky, rising to the top of the sky, confronting the distant red dragon.

Everyone in this world knows that only I—the King of Angels, the Lord of the Holy City, Wilhelm, son of Aragon, am the true successor of the Holy Fadelan, the one chosen by the Sun God!

And only I can revive the Holy Fadelan Empire and let the glory of the Sun God shine again on the earth. For this goal, even sacrificing everything is worthwhile!”

Wilhelm's voice was still as proud and conceited as before, but this time it revealed a restlessness that was different from the past.

The sacred hymn resounded, the halo behind this “King of Angels” continued to rotate, becoming more and more dazzling, releasing infinite light.

The solar divine power within Wilhelm's body poured out, condensing into a golden angel with a height of hundreds of meters and six wings on its back in the high sky, releasing unparalleled pressure, like a true incarnation of a god.

“In the name of the Sun God—despicable and shameless evil dragon, prepare to face judgment!”

The six-winged angel raised the spear of Final Judgment in his hand, and in an instant, thousands of spears condensed from light appeared in the sky, densely packed, shooting towards the distant red dragon.

The golden angel transformed from Wilhelm roared: “I will grant you death!”

Kelsus sneered: “Just a puppet of Zariel, daring to act on behalf of the gods—are you not afraid of encountering true divine punishment?”

In his opinion, Wilhelm had been infected by the power of Hell, and there was very little pure solar divine power left in his body.

But this king still wanted to maintain the appearance of holiness, and wanted to defeat the red dragon with this extremely weak solar divine power—this could no longer be said to be conceit—it was simply wishful thinking.

Since this was the case, he would rely on the divine power plundered from the bodies of more than a dozen celestial descendants of angels to fight this “King of Angels”!

The [Fiery Sun Orb] behind Kelsus suddenly lit up, releasing turbulent flames and even more brilliant fire, dyeing the entire sky orange-red.

“Swish—”

The red dragon suddenly flapped its wings, stirring up a gale, and those flames soared into the sky, turning into a monstrous sea of fire spanning thousands of meters, as if the entire sky was cracking under this power.

The thousands of light spears encountered the sea of fire, like clay cows entering the sea, and were instantly swallowed up without leaving a trace.

“How is that possible?”

Wilhelm's expression changed drastically, and then he gritted his teeth and muttered: “No, it's just good luck, I am the one favored by the gods, how can a mere five-colored evil dragon, a beast that steals the power of others, be worthy…”

The six-winged angel rotated the spear of Final Judgment with both hands as the center, and the seven entangled chains of holy light made a crisp “clattering” sound, creating a magic circle engraved with the holy emblem of the Sun God.

The miniature sun at the tip of the spear of Final Judgment floated in the center of the magic circle, gradually becoming dazzling, and the surrounding space was distorted by that divine power, revealing a golden vortex.

“Boom!”

A thick golden pillar of light tore through the sky and shattered the clouds, erupting from the miniature sun and heading directly towards the distant red dragon.

“Roar—”

Kelsus roared to the sky.

He flapped his wings, raised his head, and a terrifying nuclear reaction occurred within the dragon crystal in his chest, bursting out with infinite light. Golden energy torrents flowed within the base blood vessels of his body, gradually gathering in the depths of his throat.

Flowing flames wrapped around Kelsus's body, and the metallic red scales shone brightly in the light. The surrounding air was distorted by this unparalleled high temperature.

At this moment, the red dragon seemed to hold a real sun in its mouth, ready to release the great power that burns all things and destroys everything.

[Sun Breath]

The conical torrent of divine power poured out from the red dragon's mouth, like a waterfall of red-gold, lighting up most of the sky.

“Boom!”

The Breath of the Sun and the Divine Light of Judgment collided, two forces sharing the same origin clashed and merged, creating a violent explosion hundreds of meters in diameter in mid-air.

“Whoosh—”

The aftershock of their confrontation formed a terrifying energy storm, instantly sweeping across the sky, spreading to thousands, even tens of thousands of meters away.

Within a three-hundred-meter radius of the explosion, all living beings, whether humans, wyverns, or hell golems, were instantly incinerated into charred black husks, turning into ashes.

Creatures within a kilometer were buffeted by the scorching wind, their bodies marked with burns and scorch marks. They struggled to flap their wings and maintain their levitation spells, desperately holding on in the storm of energy.

Even soldiers on the ground, or tens of thousands of meters away, were temporarily blinded by the dazzling light, only feeling a hot wind rush towards them.

“Gods…”

“Is this the power of the Supreme Experts? Even the aftermath of their battle can easily kill mortals!”

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“Your Majesty Keshus is invincible! Tear that arrogant birdman to shreds!”

Shielding their eyes from the blinding light, peering through the gaps between their fingers at the cataclysmic scene in the sky, all the mortals present were filled with awe, marveling at the power of these beings.

Soon, the clash of energy reached a conclusion.

Unexpectedly, Keshus, the Ember Emperor, proved superior in this confrontation of solar divine power, rather than Wilhelm, the so-called "King of Angels."

Wilhelm’s face became increasingly twisted, sweat trickled down his forehead, golden blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of his skin, making him look disheveled.

He roared hoarsely, shouting, “Impossible! I am the Father’s praised Son of God! You cannot possess stronger solar divine power than me!”

But Keshus was not surprised.

His dragon crystal contained the divine power cores of more than a dozen Angelic descendants, including top-tier descendants like Duke Walter, making it akin to a multi-core processor.

In contrast, Wilhelm, tainted by the power of hell, had long been abandoned by the radiance of the sun, with only a fraction of his divine power remaining.

The Breath of the Sun from Keshus’s mouth became increasingly fierce, pushing the explosion towards Wilhelm, forcing the latter to hastily fold his six wings and brace for impact.

“Boom!”

Feathers fluttered down, Wilhelm’s sacred wings were scorched black by the Breath of the Sun, even revealing the vague flesh beneath.

Keshus looked down at the Angelic descendant from above, and said coldly: "Wilhelm, face reality, you—are no longer qualified to use the power of the Sun God."

Speaking of this, an undisguised mockery appeared on his face, and his tone became somewhat frivolous. He even wiggled his claws: "Come, let me see the filthy power you obtained by sacrificing the souls of your people."

“You—”

Wilhelm’s eyes widened in anger, his face turned pale, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. Under the impact of anger, he kept repeating that sentence in his heart.

Kill him!

Kill him, kill him!

As long as he killed that red dragon and seized his power, he would still be the Son of God favored by the Sun God! Still the successor of the Holy Fadlan!

As long as he killed that red dragon, no one in this world would be able to see through the truth, see through his secrets!

There was also a seductive female voice echoing in the depths of Wilhelm's mind, constantly saying.

“Your Majesty Wilhelm, you cannot defeat that red dragon like this. Come, use our contract and sacrifice those humble mortals to hell.

Come, as long as you pay a small price, I can give you the power to kill that red dragon. In time, you will rule the Holy City, ascend the Golden Throne, become the true Emperor of the Holy Fadlan, and establish a millennium of great achievements..."

“No, no, it’s not time yet, I can still fight him.” Wilhelm painfully covered his ears and shook his head constantly.

At this moment, Wilhelm still retained a bit of reason and had not been completely swallowed by anger.

He knew that if he used that power of hell in front of hundreds of thousands of people in Auguste City, his glorious image would completely collapse, leaving no room for maneuver.

Unfortunately, Keshus also saw Wilhelm's struggle. He stared coldly at the Angelic descendant who was entangled by demons, and said indifferently: "Since you are unwilling to reveal it, then don't blame me for helping you personally."

He stretched out his arm, opened his sharp claws, and a silver-white palace appeared in his hand, shining with starlight and exuding a sacred and righteous aura.

—That was the origin of "Silver Heaven" Lunia, a part of the origin of the Seven Heavens, containing the purest goodness and justice from the beginning of the universe.

Wilhelm, who was entangled in the power of hell, would naturally fear and dislike this pure power.

Wilhelm suddenly raised his head and roared: "Evil dragon, what do you want to do?"

Keshus sneered again: "Of course, it is to tear apart the disguise with my own hands and let the world see the true face of the so-called 'King of Angels.'"

Before he finished speaking, the red dragon circled in the sky a few times, and then simply stretched out his claws and inserted the origin of heaven into the [Sun Orb].

In an instant, the light emitted by the [Sun Orb] became purer, its color approached silver, exuding a sacred aura, as if to eliminate all evil in the world.

And in that light, mortals could see countless beautiful and glorious phantoms, see the sacred mountains and palaces of Silver Heaven, and see angels and holy beasts soaring in the night sky.

But in the eyes of evil demons, they could only see the Seraphim with piercing eyes, and see the thunder that judged everything. All of this would make them tremble from the depths of their souls.

At this moment, under the influence of the origin of heaven, the [Sun Orb] released by Keshus sublimated into a more sacred and powerful spell, capable of making all evil demons fear and tremble, and reveal their true forms in the light.

—That was [Sacred Day]

Under the illumination of this light, burns appeared on Wilhelm's body, his whole body became charred, and even his skin broke apart.

He struggled in horror, shaking his head constantly, and roaring: "No, no, no, I am the Son of the Sun God, the King of Angels, the future Emperor of Fadlan, I am the embodiment of goodness and justice!

What qualifications do you have to judge me! I am the orthodoxy!"

Unfortunately, his struggle was to no avail. That always majestic and sacred body gradually twisted, and was falling towards the direction of a hell demon. (End of this chapter)