Ember Dragon

"Shh-"

The giant, glorious angel flapped its hundreds-meter-long wings behind it, creating strong gale. With just a few flaps of its wings, it climbed to a height of nearly ten thousand meters.

Seeing this, the red dragon flapped its wings and followed closely behind, climbing up at an extremely fast speed, still mocking: "Do you think this will work? The sky of the material world is my territory!"

He turned into a red afterimage, accompanied by raging flames, and rushed straight into the sky, chasing in the direction of Barachiel and others.

In this way, the two sides confronted each other in the sky, neither giving in.

At this moment, they were already tens of thousands meters above the ground, and even the clouds were under their feet.

At this altitude, the steel behemoths on the ground were like ants. Even the cities and mountains looked extremely miniature. The soldiers on both sides were completely invisible, like countless tiny particles of dust.

At the same time, the surrounding air became thinner, and the sunlight in the sky became unusually dazzling.

Under the shining sunlight, Walter's divine armor was shining brightly.

The complex patterns on the armor's surface absorbed the sun's energy, creating a layer of translucent armor on his body. The Amaunator emblem on his chest emitted a dazzling golden light.

As a descendant of an angel, every inch of Walter Graham's skin can absorb the power of the sun to replenish himself.

In fact, after the collapse of Holy Fadlan, this Duke of God was also greatly affected. His appearance gradually aged and tiny cracks appeared on his body.

Now, golden light shone through these cracks and crevices, making his body become like a fragile statue - this angel god had begun to ignite the source of his divine power and release the spark of life!

Walter flapped his wings, raised the Sun God's sword in his hand, pointed it at the red dragon in the distance, and his powerful words echoed in the sky.

"Evil dragon, your days of rampant violence are over. This place, this sky - is your grave!"

"joke!"

Cassius sneered, suddenly spread his dragon wings, and roared with an angry smile: "Just you? If you don't bring reinforcements from heaven, you don't even have the qualifications to stand in front of me!

The so-called descendants of Fadran God, the moment your emperor betrayed the Sun God, you were already a group of pathetic stray dogs! "

"Shut up - you shameless dragon, stop using such despicable means!"

Walter's face was grim, and he roared, with two beams of light shooting out of his eyes uncontrollably. "I tell you - as long as the sun still exists, Holy Fadlan will last forever!

He flapped his wings frantically and let out a heart-wrenching roar: "Now, do it!"

"what?"

Cassius' mouth opened and closed slightly, and his expression changed suddenly and deliberately, as if he had not anticipated their sudden action at all.

"This farce—it should have ended long ago!"

Balaechel had already placed the bright silver horn to his lips. He mobilized all the original power from heaven, consumed several light wheels, and played an extremely melodious and loud hymn.

In an instant, the laws of order in heaven descended, and countless dazzling beams of light were projected down, as if the entire Mountain of Heaven was crushing towards the red dragon.

Under this overwhelming force, even the Burning Emperor Cassius stood there in a daze, flapping his dragon wings weakly and falling into a trance for a short time.

And this brief moment is enough to do many things.

Bara Eichel turned around and shouted sharply, "It's your turn, Titus!"

"It's time to pay the price, filthy Tiamat-born!"

The ancient golden dragon roared, waved his scepter, and roared out the ancient dragon language, releasing some kind of long-accumulated, extremely powerful power.

[Dragon Binding Technique]

Hundreds of glittering chains emerged from the void in all directions, like countless twisting pythons, quickly wrapping around the red dragon's huge body, tightly entangling his neck, arms, torso and even his tail.

"Success!"

Looking at the bound red dragon, Titus shouted with great excitement, and to others, he seemed almost to cry for joy.

With the cooperation of three legendary warriors standing at the pinnacle of the material world, they finally temporarily immobilized the terrifying red dragon, and the battle was about to come to an end - but at the cost of Walter's life.

"Mr. Barachiel, Mr. Titus, I sincerely thank you for your help, but please leave here quickly and enjoy the upcoming fireworks."

Walter held the sword in his hand, flapped his wings, and flew firmly in the direction of the red dragon.

The bound Cassius kept struggling, and the chains rattled under the tremendous force, but the red dragon seemed unable to break free from the chains specially made for giant dragons.

Cassius yelled, cursing, "Damn bastard, what do you want to do?"

The angel god did not respond. The light shining through the cracks on his body became increasingly dazzling, making his body almost transparent, with the outline of the sun appearing on his chest.

A trace of fear finally emerged on the Red Dragon’s face. Like any villain in the story, he anxiously shouted, “Damn idiot! If you detonate the source of divine power, you will die too!
Not only your body, but even your soul will be burned to ashes!"

Walter held the Sword of the Sun God tightly, his expression was extremely resolute. He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Shameless evil dragon, I will burn my own life to save Fadlan, and I will take you with me - to extinction!"

"You're crazy-"

As the red dragon roared in shock and anger, the light on Walter's body suddenly became extremely dazzling, as if a supernova had exploded, covering up his blurry figure.

The flames on the surface of the body were like raging waves, churning and surging violently. Wave after wave of energy gushed out from within, and the surrounding space was distorted and vibrating.

Finally, Walter turned into a huge burning fireball, emitting countless beams of light, casting a thousand-foot-high brilliance, and crashed into the red dragon in the sky!
This powerful angel god detonated the source of the sun's divine power in his body, burning the source of his own life, and was about to release this ten-ring legendary spell that broke through the limitations of the material world -

【The End of the World】

On the ground battlefield, the soldiers who were entangled in the fighting only felt that the sky suddenly became brighter, and countless beams of scorching light fell. They could hardly open their eyes, and even their skin was about to be burned by the strong light.

Both the soldiers of the Burning Empire and the soldiers of the coalition forces looked up in surprise, and under the strong light, they subconsciously covered their eyes with their hands.

"Amaunator, above."

"This, this is."

Then, their expressions became extremely frightened, and then became pious.

Weapons fell to the ground with a clang, and the coalition soldiers either knelt down to pray, or stood there in a daze, or covered their eyes and cried.

I saw a second sun appear in the sky!
This was more than a miracle. In their eyes, it was the true coming of the sun god Amaunator! "It's Him! He's back!"

"The Lord has not given up on us! The great, eternal Lord of Light has not forsaken the Fadrans!"

"Lord Amaunator has returned! He will save us and bring light to the world!"

The soldiers of the coalition forces waved their weapons, cheered, and fell into a kind of frenzy, as if they had seen the most beautiful thing in their lives.

Yes, to be able to create such a miracle, it must be their god who has come to the earth to save Fadlan!

But there were no smiles on the faces of those descendants of gods. Instead, they showed extreme sadness and grief.

Karen flapped her wings and looked up at the "sun" in the sky. A crystal teardrop flowed from the corner of her eye and slowly slid down her cheek.

As a fellow descendant of God, no one understood better than him the heavy price behind the seemingly glorious miracle - the life of a noble descendant of God.

He lowered his head, his throat trembling, and said in a choked voice: "Yes, it is the end of the world! Lord Walter..."

On the wall of Collins, Archmage Zalan also raised his head. Eagle Vision allowed him to see the clear picture of ten thousand meters away, as well as the newborn "sun".

Although he thought he had experienced enough shocks and would no longer lose his composure when seeing anything out of place.

But after seeing the "sun", Zalan's mouth opened unwillingly, the hand that was holding the staff trembled violently, and even his voice became intermittent.

"Mystra is above.
Are you really not dazzled? That... that is a legendary spell! Oh my god, I actually witnessed the legendary ten-ring spell with my own eyes!
I must put.”

At this moment, Zalan's heart finally couldn't bear the successive shocks. He suddenly turned pale, then fell straight to the ground and fainted completely.

And at an altitude of ten thousand meters, in that blazing fireball, Walter felt the severe pain as every inch of his body burned, and felt the strength in his body gradually draining away. Scenes from the past hundred years appeared before his eyes.

He started out as an ordinary human general, loyal to the Emperor of Aragon, fought in the continent of Fianso, made great military achievements, received the gift of the sun god, and then continued to fight in various planes, planting the flag of the Fadlan Empire all over the world.
Throughout his life, Walter Graham fought for Holy Fadlan. His glory, faith and courage were all pinned on it. This was the only meaning of his life.

In this case, dying for Fadlan, burning one's last life in exchange for a bright future, seems to be a good choice.

Thinking of this, Walter's will became stronger. He continued to burn the origin from the Sun God and resolutely crashed into the red dragon.

"Damn idiot!"

"Stop, are you going to kill us all?!"

Looking at the struggling red dragon not far away, Walter suddenly felt a little funny - it turned out that facing the impending death, this powerful red dragon emperor would also be afraid.

It seems that he is not invincible.

After a brief thought, Walter, carrying the terrifying energy of a solar eruption, gradually approached, ready to end it all here.

At this moment, she could already see the red dragon's ferocious face, its lava-ball-like vertical pupils, and its sharp teeth.

But at this moment, Walter suddenly saw a playful smile on the red dragon's face, and the previous anger, fear, and panic seemed to have disappeared at this moment.

Cassius' mouth opened and closed slightly, and the smile on his face became even wider: "Walter, you don't really think that you can die with me?"

For a moment, Walter seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer. He had a bad premonition in his heart, and the space around him seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Click."

The sound of a pocket watch clicking was heard, and everything around it, except the red dragon - including the huge, burning fireball, fell still, as if time and space had been paused.

[Time Stands Still]

"You are such a fool to sacrifice your life for the illusion in your heart." Cassius slowly broke free from the chains and strolled in front of Walter.

Or perhaps it could be said that he had cast the spell himself, and there was no need for him to struggle free. Everything he had just done was deliberate acting - in order to lure this descendant of angel into the trap and lift the seal on the source of his divine power.

The original source of the sun's divine power will completely disappear after the death of the descendant of God and return to the kingdom of God. But now, the beating sun is on Walter's chest, burning fiercely, and is about to release terrifying power.

Cassius stretched out his claws and said with a grim smile: "However, your death is not meaningless. At least it can provide me with some precious sun god power."

The next moment, time resumed its flow, the flames were still surging, that terrifying energy was still pouring out, and [The End of the World] was about to be fully released.

But Walter looked up in horror, only to see that the huge red dragon had come in front of him and broke into the "sun" he had released.

"Thorn-"

Along with the sound of flesh being torn, one of Cassius's sharp claws pierced through the chest of the angel god, and forcibly pulled out the source of divine power in his chest.

Golden-red blood splattered, and Cassius lowered his head, staring at the golden fireball dancing in his palm with an extremely satisfied smile.

"Walter, as you wish, I will give you a grand ending, but people will not remember you as a hero, but only as a sinner!"

"Do not--"

The angel god shook his head weakly, stretched out his hand with the last of his strength, and shouted in despair - but it was too late.

At this moment, Walter was filled with regret. His death would not only fail to protect the Fadlan Empire, but would bring disaster to the entire Feanso.

Walter finally realized that he had never had a chance from the beginning to the end, he just fell into the trap carefully designed by the Red Dragon!

Everything, the so-called panic, confusion and even fear, was deliberately performed for him to see, just to force out his own [End Day]!
No, how could Cassius know his plan clearly?

After ruling out all the impossible options, Walter turned around in confusion and looked at the golden dragon in the distance.

"By the grace of Amaunator, it was him"

The angel god gasped and spurted out blood. A huge sense of absurdity and despair rose in his heart, and the glorious scenes of the past flashed before his eyes again.

But at this moment, those images were covered with cracks, as if they were shattered by a heavy hammer.

Finally, Walter's eyes became blurry and he completely lost his life, falling slowly from the sky. His body was still burning, and he wanted to continue releasing [The End of the World], but he had no divine power as a source.

This "Wing of Fadlan" died just like that. He lost the source of his divine power and fell along with a burning fireball. His death was more spectacular than that of all the other descendants of gods.

On the ground battlefield thousands of meters away, the soldiers of the coalition raised their heads and could only see this scene:
In the sky, the newborn sun that they believed in and placed countless hopes on fell! (End of this chapter)