Under the Red Dragon

“Beast?”

A hint of surprise appeared on Superman's face, a face as perfect as an ancient Greek sculpture, full of masculine vigor.

From the principles of cosmic rules, neutron stars almost never have the opportunity to form life, because the existence of this substance is extremely simple and stable. Without the influence of external forces, life cannot be born through natural evolution.

The material density of a neutron star is second only to black holes in the universe. Its weight is incredibly terrifying. One cubic centimeter of neutron star matter weighs between 80 million and 2 billion tons.

Its density is unimaginable. Even with the steel bones of a super warrior like Kal-El, his current defense cannot compare to neutron star matter.

If the entire Earth's matter were compressed into a neutron star, the Earth's radius would only be about twenty meters, but the head of this 'Beast' is two meters long.

This 'Beast' is one of those legendary creatures, created from the corpse of a star.

Kal-El was about to ask his question, but an incomparably terrifying echo of spacetime underwent a drastic change at this moment. The intense aura instantly suffocated even Superman for a moment.

Every living body of flesh and blood contains Qi. It's not illusory Qi, but the heat like hot blood.

But at this moment, the dragon blood scent that permeated the entire space obscured all vision like rising heat.

Kal-El couldn't help but fly backward, looking up.

“Die!”

The ancient dragon language echoed grandly, but Superman understood the words of the red dragon with four pairs of steel-like dragon horns in this incomprehensible language.

All the monsters achieved perfect coordination at this moment, trapping the two holy angels within their field.

The dim monsters shot out sinister light, fixing one side of the starry sky.

The monarch, wearing a crown like a medieval human emperor, transformed the void's psionic energy into his colossal phantom, embracing the starry sky with his large hands on the left and right.

The golden-haired elf drew his giant bow, standing in the solar wind's surging rays, like a general about to shoot a fatal arrow on a battlefield of storm and rain.

The enormous giant, comparable to a mountain, roared. The very existence of his huge fist was enough to seal off any space.

The white-haired, stalwart king's battle sword dripped blood, and the orc's king chain stretched horizontally.

The will exuded by these monsters in Kal-El's eyes at this moment allowed him to personally experience that it was a kind of spiritual release, stirring matter according to the monsters' will.

The huge red dragon let out a thunderous dragon roar. Countless spells were born on its claws in an instant, tearing apart the angels' energy field and bodies along with the dragon's claws.

Even the angels' indelible consciousness began to dissipate under the claws of this red dragon, and countless souls sang dirges in the holy light.

But the entire spacetime froze for a moment at this time. Even Kal-El's own existence was affected by this power. The bio-field protecting him became a weapon imprisoning him at this moment.

The sound of the gates of heaven opening echoed above the monsters and angels, as if a gap appeared above their heads, casting down hundreds and thousands of times the divine light.

The power of the elements in the space imprisoned by the Eight Kings broke free from their control at this moment, turning into a storm raging in the starry sky.

Amidst the gathering of countless divine lights, a six-winged giant slowly stretched out his hand and tore open the door in the sky.

The ancient celestial language resounded in the divine light, the decree of the Archangel.

“Death, transform once more into my sword,”

“The ignorance of all beings needs guidance. Those who help others become strong are pathetic. You shall offer me your final radiance.”

Boom!

In the holy light that soared from the split bodies of the two fallen angels, those countless souls singing dirges revealed a holy expression at this moment.

The raging holy fire ignited all the souls, erupting with the power to distort spacetime, causing the door in the sky to open again, allowing the beings dwelling high above the heavens to descend from an infinitely distant distance into the present world.

Thus, the angel descended from the Gate of Heaven, and the aura of countless souls' deaths was born in the hands of this angel, who was dozens of meters tall, transforming into a black holy sword, and with one strike, he chopped off the head of the most tyrannical Abomination Giant.

The Eight Kings' spatial imprisonment and the powerful will blockade were also shattered in an instant by this descending celestial being, blood splattering across the sky.

“Deceiving the deceiver is double the pleasure,”

The huge six-winged angel's true form manifested, striding through the starry sky, tearing off the human skin on his face, revealing the same face as before.

But the six pure white wings were all dyed black at this moment, transforming into raven-like black wings.

“Evil Dragon, you and your companions being able to allow my divided, fallen body to descend can already be considered your honor,” said the cold Fallen Angel Nigredo Machiavelli.

“But having wasted the power I have accumulated for countless years, and destroyed my farm and plan, you will find it difficult to escape my punishment today. Death is your destination.”

“I will give you the final glory. Commit suicide now, and I will release the essence of your souls, allowing them to return to the River Styx.”

“A demigod? Or a legendary destiny?”

The sun elf Ceryllus, bleeding and retreating, was weakening. Among the kings present, his power was the most ordinary. Even the elves' body, which was always stronger than humans, could not compare to the monster-like vitality of the Dark Nest Lord, Shalosh.

The Fallen Angel Nigredo's tall body stopped not far in front of the kings. He alone seemed to surround these top-ranked kings of Akania's mortal world.

Behind him, the Divine-blooded Warrior Vinona Koria, who had been torn apart and annihilated by the Red Dragon, and the former Machiavellian personality angel were reborn in the divine light.

Complete Resurrection, Greater Restoration, and Wish spells were all the innate powers of the Seraphim. These extremely powerful spells were merely the natural abilities of this kind of creature, which shows how terrifying this race was.

Fortunately, even in the original universe, all the Seraphim combined might not have numbered twenty. They were a race even rarer than the ancestral dragons.

“A demigod? A legendary destiny?”

Nigredo coldly smiled: “I used to be, but I am not now, or rather, I am both. After all, I already possess the essence of a demigod. As long as the two bodies I split off are reunited, I will step into both of these realms at the same time.”

"Unfortunately, I have prepared for this for countless years, but you have disrupted a part of my plan, affecting my transformation. Therefore, you shall all die by my sword today."

The leap and transformation of life's status are not achieved overnight, just like the greatness of those stars in the universe cannot be achieved in an instant.

Even a weak race like humans requires a long time to transform into a Legend.

Ordinary dragons sleep not only to cross age groups but also to transform towards a higher level of life, which is why their sleep time increases with age.

This is especially true for beings like the Seraph, whose blood is comparable to that of an ancient dragon.

Moreover, the transcendence of a Legendary Destiny is even more difficult than the leap from mortal to Legend. It is not an exaggeration for this Seraph to say that it has prepared for this for countless years.

"That's great!"

The multi-armed giant, Moghes, laughed loudly, "It's a pleasant surprise that we were able to disrupt your plan."

The head of this multi-armed giant had been severed, but it still had other heads.

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At this moment, the severed head was held in its arms. The severed area between the neck and head was affected by the Seraph's power, eliminating the originally exuberant vitality to an unimaginable degree, making it difficult to heal again in a short period.

"So what? A vulture that feeds on the souls of its own people cannot be called an eagle," sneered Anudalia, the Drow King, slightly trembling as he held his war sword horizontally. "Even a Legendary Destiny who wants to kill all the Kings must see if your sword is harder than our bones."

The eight kings surrounded him again, none of the monsters fleeing in the face of this terrifyingly powerful angel.

"Oh? You make me very curious. Why are you so fearless of death, determined to be bound to this evil dragon?" Nigger-Iro revealed a puzzled expression. "In my long years, I have killed countless powerful monsters, so many that even I cannot count them, but no monster has ever been like you. Perhaps killing you would be a pity."

"We are all correctors of this absurd world, we are all rebels against that boring order, we are all destroyers who shape order."

The Dark Lord, Sharoth, chuckled, "Your ass is crooked, so naturally you can't understand us."

"Then die!"

With a face of divine indifference, Nigger-Iro brought the Death Holy Sword, radiating an aura of slaughter, down upon Sharoth's head in the first instance.

The Death Holy Sword easily shattered countless seals and wills that shot out evil light. Even with the descent of this unprecedentedly powerful angel's true form, the first to be eliminated was the Dark Lord, the most skilled at interference and sealing among the Kings.

A fierce melee erupted once again in the starry sky. Even Karl El, an outsider, had to retreat rapidly, he could feel that the intensity of the struggle at this time had far exceeded imagination, and even he could not withstand the will check.

A series of surging dragon roars rang out at this moment. Karl looked back and saw that the dragon, which was making a demonic sound, was actually laughing wildly.

"Is that so? Nigger-Iro, I'll give you a word of advice,"

"No, it should be considered a prophecy, you must keep it in mind,"

The red dragon's scarlet eyes, burning with raging flames, shone with unparalleled light, "When you cannot destroy our will, your death will be upon you!"

At this moment, Karl personally felt the sound of several hearts pumping within the red dragon's massive body, containing more vitality and power than any creature Superman had ever seen.

The sound of the heart pumping was like the most intense engine on Earth roaring, and one of the hearts shattered as if it could not bear the load.

Then, the unparalleled energy and vitality coursed through the red dragon's entire body, like opening every joint valve within its body, the boiling power instantly swelling the red dragon's body.

"Roar!"

The thunderous roar resounded continuously.

Heads grew from the red dragon's body, and a metallic crown, forged in flames, hung high above the red dragon's heads.

A crown of storm and thunder rested upon the head of the fierce blue dragon, a laurel woven from the branches of the World Tree rested upon the head of the cunning green dragon, and the authority of the earth hung above the head of the cruel black dragon.

The white dragon's head, like a beast, was draped with a white, frozen tide crown.

As well as two heads with single horns, it wasn't horns growing on the dragon heads, the authority of spirituality showed the power of arrogance and gluttony, shining brightly.

This super red dragon, transformed into seven heads and ten horns, opened its claws in the starry sky, revealing its strong, muscular chest covered in blood scales, and roared, "An inescapable death!"

When the super red dragon pounced towards the giant angel, Superman even felt as if an entire world was pressing down on him.

The intense will made Superman's eyes go dark for a moment, and his five senses were also invaded. Although it was only a short moment, when Superman woke up again, he found that his body had drifted to the center of the giant vortex, in front of the creature named "Beast".

"Don't bother looking, although your will is equally strong, the strength of will does not mean that there are no flaws in your mind, just like a person who is not afraid of life and death, but at a certain moment, the will cannot resist a simple greeting. With your will alone, you will definitely not be able to pass there,"

'Beast' floated beside Superman, speaking softly.

Countless plasmas splashed around this peculiar creature, but they were constrained by gravity and electromagnetic fields to form a fixed shape, making this Beast look like a hedgehog.

Superman looked at the echoes of time and space that had long disappeared outside, and rarely touched the corner of his mouth with his hand to hide his embarrassment.

"Although I am very grateful for your help, the reason I came here this time is actually to stop you from moving forward,"

Karl thanked Beast for its help, and then said bluntly, "Your existence has affected the trajectory of this celestial asteroid belt, and on the path you are taking, there is my hometown where I live. I cannot sit idly by and watch it be destroyed by you."

"Then you have to solve that Seraph," Beast said, "This is being influenced by that angel's will, and has nothing to do with me and the Kings, nor with the emperor who created me."

Karl was slightly stunned, "What exactly is going on?"