Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1304 Winged Celestial Uranus

The power of the Winged Celestials was indeed beyond Aiwas's imagination.

He knew that Yi Tiansi, as the strongest person who had killed a pillar god while still a mortal, should be very strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.

Although the current Winged Celestials says "I have returned"... it's obvious that he is not at his peak condition.

After all, the part that belonged to the highest heaven is now only a remnant.

Even though He briefly reached the position of miracle by relying on the power of the Source River of 4+7, thus completing the miracle of resurrection... because His path had been completely unbalanced, He had already entered a state of out of control when He "resurrected".

The so-called "ephemeral beauty" –

When miracles unfold, the countdown to the end has already begun.

At this moment, the red dragon's entire body writhed and rapidly healed itself, accompanied by a sticky sound.

However, it was not self-healing, but rather a way to distort the body into a state more suitable for combat.

The red dragon's enormous wings have lost their meaning.

The air superiority and maneuverability that flight brought were a joke under the threat of that sure-hit spear; no matter how he flew, he couldn't escape Uranus's hurling—therefore he abandoned his dragon wings.

Similarly, mobility is meaningless—so the Red Dragon chose to discard it as well.

Words are meaningless, because the purpose of words is communication, and they no longer have the possibility of communication—the red dragon also abandons this part of itself, further purifying itself.

Uranus could severely injure Him with a single blow, and a fatal strike could even be fatal. Therefore, He had to disperse his core.

Thus, the reborn red dragon possessed a new form.

It looks like a colossal fortress. Each curled scale is a shield over two meters high. Layers of vertical shields overlap to form an extremely thick blast wall, and there are ten such barriers.

Within the protected fortress, seven long "necks" extended out. Each one had enough space to accommodate thirty people walking side by side. At the front of each neck was a dragon head, and each dragon head wore a black, ferocious demon king's crown.

Each dragon's head possesses the ability to breathe—this is the only power capable of directly confronting Uranus.

This is precisely the true meaning of the way of "war".

War, in essence, is a distorting hand born of violence, a force that twists everything. The twister will stop at nothing to achieve victory, until their own mind and body are completely distorted and alienated, transformed into something entirely different from their original form.

"Is this your answer?"

Uranus chuckled, gripping his thunderous spear in one hand and standing majestically in the void.

The seven-headed red dragon did not speak, nor did it roar as a warning.

Without warning, He unleashed seven crimson breaths upon Uranus!
It was smoke flashing with deep red lightning, looking like a crimson haze leaping with thunder.

It appears light and airy, yet possesses a weight contrary to intuition. Even the lingering shockwaves of its breath tear the space of the dream realm apart!

If any phantom demons were to look this way from a distance, they would see nothing else at this moment—because the red beam of light had "killed" the light, and the sky was visibly darkening.

Uranus, however, was not afraid.

He raised his left hand, palm facing the red dragon.

Countless ancient runes emerged before him, forming wall after wall. When the number of walls reached twelve, they suddenly converged towards the center, instantly coalescing into an extremely thin wall of runes.

The seven breaths almost instantly shattered the rune wall upon contact. The transparent force field rune wall was instantly riddled with cracks, like glass shattered by a hammer.

Even though it doesn't break apart, it is ultimately not completely shattered.

At that very moment, Uranus had already thrown out his right-hand lightning spear.

In that instant, a bolt of lightning flashed in the darkness where all light had been extinguished.

Like a shooting star, the red dragon's body was pierced once again! Those thick walls were meaningless before that spear of fate.

It will surely hit its enemy and break through all defenses; this is the miraculous path reached by "truth" and "violence"!
The instant he threw his spear, Uranus vanished from his spot and reappeared above the seven-headed red dragon.

Almost instantly, the red dragon shifted its breath and aimed it again in the direction of Uranus.

Uranus unfurled his golden wings and, like a bolt of lightning, streaked across an elegant yet sharp arc as he attacked one of the dragon heads.

At the point where the seven breaths converged, space itself had vanished into nothingness. It was as if a painting had been projected onto a canvas, and a portion of it had been erased... This power to reduce everything to nothingness was the true power of nothingness!

Even Uranus dared not confront this power head-on—he could withstand "war," just as he had once defeated the pillar god of the seventh river. But he could not resist "nothingness"... because he had not ultimately obtained the true power of miracles and was not immune to this great force that could erase everything.

But even if the red dragon has the ability to kill with a single blow, so what?

If you can't hit it, it's as if it doesn't exist!
With its wings spread wide, Uranus, like a skateboarding boy, traced an elegant arc through the void, passing by the three dragon heads.

After piercing its target, the lightning spear returned to its hand and then transformed into a long-handled warhammer that resembled both a hammer and an axe. Uranus wielded the weapon with both hands and smashed the dragon head beside him to pieces with a single blow!
As he streaked through the air, a fleeting, meteor-like trail of golden light pierced the air. If one could memorize the trajectory of that light, one could easily discern… it was the very script written by Uranus in cursive script!
I am Uranus—

The supreme being, the invincible one—

"That is……"

The Silver-Crowned Dragon raised its head, somewhat moved.

He was the first to recognize it... it was the same language as the ancient hymns to the heavens.

However, that was not a hymn of God, but rather the arrogance of man!

Uranus, restored to his Winged Celestial, now sees himself at his most perfect self as the great warrior he was before ascending to godhood!

Compared to his physical body taken away by the fragments of the Celestial Bureau and his soul bound by the position of the Pillar God, he still misses his former self to this day.

If it weren't for the fact that before Yi Tiansi ascended to godhood, there was no written language in this world... he would probably be laughing and singing just like that!
The ethereal breath he drew followed closely behind, and the ethereal traces etched in the air were also drawn by Uranus, leaving behind a single sentence:
—I am a loser, wounded by countless thunderbolts!
When these words appear, they have already solidified into flesh and blood.

The seven-headed red dragon was instantly stripped of its resistance to lightning. After shattering three of the dragon heads, Uranus hurled his warhammer again. As it left his hand, it transformed back into a spear, instantly piercing through the red dragon's fortress once more.

Then, Uranus began laughing and appeared repeatedly in different corners.

Each time he appeared, he would retract or throw his spear. The crisscrossing streaks of azure lightning shattered the interior of the fortress into nothingness.

The War God, before this crippled Winged Celestial, was as fragile and powerless as a child challenging an adult warrior.

but……

Aiwas's eyes narrowed.

Uranus doesn't seem to be in very good condition.

The current Yi Tiansi is so fragile that his body would crack if he moved even slightly. He is like a piece of porcelain about to shatter; in just a few flashes, the cracks have already spread to his face.

And here's a detail—

Whether it was the shattered Winged Celestial or the Calamity Red that had become a war fortress, the inside of their broken bodies was the same color!

A near-dark, dim yellow—

It was a color reminiscent of medicinal soup or a solar eclipse. Its edges were a murky, yellowish-brown, while its interior was a hollow, pitch-black.

That is a sign of being infected by nothingness—even the soul itself has become nourishment for nothingness!

Although the current situation is quite favorable, the possibility that Uranus might not be able to hold on cannot be ruled out.

If the Winged Sky Division can't hold on any longer before completely defeating the Crimson Calamity... they might have to fight two ethereal entities at the same time!
(End of this chapter)