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Chapter 684 The Great Wilderness Starfall, Interception! (Two Chapters Combined)

meteor.

A shooting star streaked across the weeping sand dunes.

Without dazzling colors to set it off, it is not as mysterious as a shooting star of an evil god.

Surrounding that star were only scorching flames and billowing trails of fire, symbolizing the ultimate physical endeavors and the violent application of gravity magic.

The sky, where crimson and stars blended, was divided by the tail flames, and the two colors, which were originally blurred, were instantly clearly distinguished!

With the force to smash everything in its path, Ratahn charged toward the vast number of adventurers who were waiting in battle on the ground!

"It's coming! It's that move that's absolutely impossible to dodge!"

"Any god will do, just pray that they can really defend against it."

"What are you praying for? There's no god here. This is their own battle!"

The audience outside the dungeon was immediately agitated when they saw this scene, and everyone was panicked by the meteor that fell from the sky.

Videos of the battle festival circulated everywhere, and at its peak, everyone in the streets and alleys was discussing it.

There are many topics about him, and one of the most popular ones is how to dodge Rataen's meteors.

Anyone who has seen the battle festival footage knows that there is absolutely no way to dodge that meteor. No matter where you try to escape, no matter what kind of invincible protective shield you deploy, no matter if you're wielding the Hound's Pace or the Hound's Fang, you'll be no match for that meteor that relentlessly pursues any trace of you and launches an attack that covers the entire Weeping Dunes.
It was all in vain.

People discussed it heatedly, comparing existing technologies that could be used to avoid harm, and even debating with historical masters and experts, which eventually devolved into endless arguments among power-based factions.

Perhaps even the people arguing didn't realize that the question they raised from the very beginning was how to avoid Rataen's shooting star.

Rather than how to [block].

In everyone's subconscious, it was an unstoppable catastrophe!

Therefore, when they heard Lanler lead the order to stop the meteor, everyone who heard it showed obvious shock.

They couldn't imagine how to stop the meteor, and they wouldn't have time to think about it, because from the moment Ratahn took off until it became a meteor and crashed to the earth, people would only have a few words to say.

Right now, he's already fallen!
Rataen, transformed into a shooting star, is about to bring destruction to the people on Earth!
"Only by taking the initiative will there be a glimmer of hope."

Lanler watched the falling meteor and muttered to himself:
"A coward who only knows how to dodge will never survive this attack."

As the saying goes, "to live is to die," and by doing everything in one's power to stop Ratahn, there might still be a glimmer of hope!
The dragons carried the remaining people toward a certain place. The number of survivors was greater than Lanler had expected. Even though everyone was playing a desperate fighting style, the result was more effective than the previous cautious and evasive tactics!
The meteor in the sky automatically adjusted its direction and struck the area where the crowd was gathered with maximum force.

The ground began to shake at that moment.

Strange, the stars haven't fallen yet, so why is the ground shaking first?

Could it be that the Sien Dungeon has a bug?
No, throughout the entire battle, a certain city lord was overseeing the situation and making precise adjustments at all times; it was impossible for an accident to happen here.

Therefore, this tremor could only have been caused by the challengers!

"Awooo!"

Strange roars shattered the earth, and giant dragons, their bodies flowing with flames, burst forth from the ground. They spread their heavy wings, and their powerful legs tore the earth apart.

It's the floating island dragons! They've finally appeared!

No wonder I only saw the local dragons of the Warrior Kingdom fighting against Rataen. It turns out they were hiding underground and holding back. When did they manage to do that?

But regardless of how they did it, their purpose was obvious: to wait for this moment!
As the purest four-legged dragons, the floating island dragons possess physical attributes that far surpass those of the native dragons of the Warrior Kingdom.

Beneath the meteors, they are both the strongest shield and the sharpest spear!

They roared in unison, a strange roar that was a lingering effect of the dragon plague, but it also proved their glorious history of overcoming the plague through hardship.

But the Dragon Plague left them with much more than just that awful dragon roar; there was something else entirely.

The dragons soared into the sky toward the meteor, each of them a different color, trailing trails of flames in their own colors. The moment they rose, these flames enveloped the nearest of their kind.

A kaleidoscope of colors converged in the sky, and the illusory image of a winding dragon with an irregular shape appeared and disappeared, but in an instant it solidified into a sturdy spear, stabbing towards the meteor!

The plague of the dragons left behind for the dragons of the floating islands, along with a combined skill that can be used by the entire race!
Although it can no longer merge into a Great Demon Dragon, it is definitely possible to combine all of its own moves to launch an attack!
This is a legendary ultimate move!
"Go! Go! Go! Go!"

The people who had already gathered together threw their fists in the direction of the meteor, as if they were launching an attack on Rataen from a distance!
The spears formed by the dragons of the floating islands collided directly with Rataen's meteor at that moment.

People felt as if the whole world had stopped for a moment.

Because everyone's eyes were fixed on the spear and the meteor, they saw the meteor freeze at the moment it collided with the spear!
Could it be that! ?

The anticipated struggle did not occur.

The attack unleashed by the entire floating island dragon race collided with Rataen in mid-air, causing the latter to momentarily, but noticeably, pause.

The next instant, the stagnant world began to run again.

The fire that tightly enveloped the meteor was finally able to bloom like a flower bud after the dragons' desperate attack. The fire on the meteor exploded in an instant, expanding its size dozens of times!
The spear that came into contact with the meteor began to disintegrate from the tip.

In people's eyes, time seems to flow more slowly.

The meteor's straight-line trajectory gradually damaged the spear, starting from the tip, then moving to the solid body, and finally the tail.

The spear exploded into thousands of fragments in mid-air, and the fragments exploded a second time in mid-air, with countless fireworks resembling a festival.

Ratahn's meteor no longer trailed a trail of flame; instead, it transformed into a massive fireball brimming with destructive energy, hurtling towards the ground!

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Outside the underground city, all was silent.

Could it be that the dragons' collective attack failed to stop Rataen, and instead made the attack even stronger?

Is the strongest demigod such a terrifying existence?
"No, it worked!"

Lanler suddenly shouted excitedly, his hair disheveled like that of a mental patient.

"That massive fireball was originally supposed to appear at the moment of impact to maximize its power, but it appeared earlier than expected. This means that the dragon's attack was effective, and the meteor's power was weakened!"

The meteor won't stop time to wait for him to finish speaking before it hits the ground.

At the very moment Lanler finished speaking, an even larger figure burst forth from the ground, its size surpassing the combined size of Erro and Hidor, appearing only slightly smaller than the meteor that had transformed into a fireball.

Magma, capable of melting everything, gushed from the ground, and the cracking of the rocks sounded like a lament.

The raging dragon—Nadine—charged towards the shooting star.

She is the second line of defense against meteors.

"It's just a shooting star!"

Nadi's mountain-like arms slammed directly into the scorching meteor, her voice blaring with emotion:
"Watch me push him back!!!"

Her roar was quite impassioned, even frantic, as if she had taken an overdose of stimulants.

But thanks to these stimulants, her crazy energy was used to fight the meteor!
The combined power of the dragons on the floating islands can unleash attacks of legendary caliber.

However, the attacks unleashed by legendary masters themselves are truly legendary, not just legendary-level!
Nadi's body was now a high wall that could save the world; her hardness had reached the point where the fireball could be made to explode once again!

Ordinary legends might not be enough, but this is the legend of a dragon known for its formidable physical strength!
next second.

A deafening explosion occurred, so loud that it exceeded the reception limits of the live streaming equipment.

People saw a blinding white light filling the entire screen, and no one could look directly at the projection.

After what seemed like an eternity, the white light gradually faded, but the projected sound still did not come out.

And so, people witnessed a magnificent, silent fire.

The meteor fireball slowly exploded in mid-air, as if a celestial body was gradually disintegrating before our eyes.

Like a fiery lotus blooming in the sky, the flames that escaped were like petals falling to earth, spreading shockwaves across the entire sand dune.

These are the ripples created when flower petals fall onto the lake surface.

The people outside the underground city watched this rare scene in silence. Just then, to make up for the lack of sound, the orchestras that had been playing music earlier started playing their instruments again.

This is their time to express themselves freely, to use their personal experience of witnessing this scene to manipulate their instruments, and to let their inspiration burst forth from within.

A magnificent symphony, so powerful it seemed to tear the sky apart, burst forth!

Inside the underground city, people were left disheveled and disoriented by the loud noise and shockwaves, staggering, deaf, blind, and frantically defending themselves.
As the aftershocks of the explosion were still lingering in the air, Natie's figure had already disappeared.

However, something even more refined than the fireball burst forth from the flames.

When the audience saw it, they felt a chill run down their spines.

"It's Rataen!"

It was Ratahn; he burst out of the flames.

It's unclear whether he's unharmed, because at this moment, his body is still wreathed in the flames of a burning meteor as he continues to charge towards the crowd gathering on the ground!

Perhaps this meteor was no longer at its strongest, but its power was still terrifying.

"They've already pushed him this hard, can't they even stop him?!"

"What exactly should we do? I told you we couldn't just confront them head-on!"

"We're doomed! We're doomed! We're doomed!"

The first cry of despair rang out from the crowd, and then a sense of hopelessness quickly spread through them. But things didn't turn out that way.

Before the first groan of despair could reach more ears, the dragons of the orchestra roared in perfect unison. The musicians plucked their instruments to their limits, and the soaring music resonated throughout the entire capital. This incredibly exciting music was not a curtain call, but rather a symbol that the opera had reached its final act!
"The Kingdom of Warriors has been a land where humans and dragons have lived together since ancient times, sharing both hardships and prosperity."

Lanler looked at the approaching Rataen and said:
"The dragons' performance has ended; now it's time for humanity to take the stage!"

The third line of defense to intercept the meteor has now been formed!

These are the humans who have gathered on the ground at this very moment.

The people who would have previously adopted a dispersed tactic are now all gathered together, and it seems that as long as Ratahn charges in, he can easily wipe them out.

However, everyone was enveloped in a transparent aura, which gathered together to form an eggshell-shaped magical shield that covered them all.

This is a spell created by Tulsi. When a group of people under the spell gather together, the defensive power of the magic shield will increase steadily. She once used this trick to block Rataen's arrows, and the effect was not bad.

But what effect can this magic shield, which can barely resist arrows, have against a meteor?

The answer is that it wasn't designed for defense at all.

"Although I am very unhappy with Eunka, his improvements are indeed commendable, and one could even call him a genius."

Tursie looked unwilling and muttered to herself:
"They actually modified my defensive magic into something for offense! What a despicable guy with no sense of copyright!"

Those inside the magical shield raised their weapons high. It's worth noting that while their weapons were diverse, they all shared a common characteristic:

Huge, heavy, suitable for powerful swings.

"Now's the time! I only have two words to say!"

Japal stood at the very front of the crowd, gripping his weapon in both hands, his eyes fixed on the charging Rataen. A satisfied smile played on his lips as he shouted:
"Full power!!!"

As Ratahn drew near, his face, ravaged by crimson decay, became clearly visible to everyone.

People performed the same action in unison.

Battle aura, surging and powerful battle aura, appeared on everyone's body.

A magician's magical power has an upper limit.

The upper limit depends on each person's aptitude. Once you run out of magic in battle, it's truly gone, and you can only absorb free magic from nature and wait to recover.

But a warrior's fighting spirit has no limit!
With just a sword, a knife, or some other weapon, how could one hunt monsters several times larger than oneself, or even mythical creatures? That's pure fantasy, a fantasy within a fantasy. No one would believe that humans would have a chance of winning before the advent of warriors.

Warriors are such a fantastical existence!

Battle aura is the body's potential, a burning heart, and an indomitable fighting spirit. Perhaps in ordinary times, battle aura may be overused to the point of exhaustion, but when warriors' fighting spirit is at its peak, when they encounter the most worthy battle of their lives—

Their burning spirit will unleash boundless fighting spirit!

Unleash your fighting spirit until your soul is completely consumed!
The limit isn't in fighting spirit, it's in the warrior's soul!
Many warriors, who had been driven to the peak by this battle festival, were now facing a life-or-death crisis. Their physical potential had been pushed to the limit, and the powerful fighting spirit they unleashed might be a peak they would never reach again in their lives!

These scattered battle energies, guided by the magical shield above their heads, actually converged in one place!
Magic is the key, allowing the warriors to display attack methods they had never imagined before.

The gathered fighting spirit formed the shape of a sword.

To call it a sword would be an exaggeration; it was enormous, broad, and heavy.
It seemed capable of cleaving the sky in two!

Every warrior who contributed their fighting spirit performed the same action.

The sword, whose size even surpassed that of a dragon, reacted to their movements, unleashing its only strike at the approaching Rataen.

Its first strike was too fast, missing Rataen. Instead, it spun in the air before its broad, blunt blade finally fell toward Rataen.

The sword's trajectory was so familiar that the adventurers in the crowd immediately called out its name:

"Lion Slash!!!"

Each challenger, fueled by their fighting spirit, roared out this battle technique that ignited the very soul of their warrior!

[This is a combat technique used by the Red Lions army, who fought alongside General Rataen.]

Lion's Slash and Rataen, who had transformed into a meteor, finally collided at this moment!
The sound from the projector was finally fixed, but an impact even more intense than the previous fireball explosion blew the equipment out of the photographers' hands, and countless projected images spun around, making it impossible for people to see anything clearly.

Only Ratan's roar, the warriors' hoarse shouts, and the explosive sound of fierce winds being torn apart by battle aura!

The musicians in the city were engrossed in their performance, but their instruments could not withstand their burning passion. The first string snapped, followed by the second, the third, the fourth, and the fifth. The strings broke and the horns wailed until the orchestra fell into complete silence.

With her last ounce of strength, Luluwo rushed over and righted the equipment that was stuck in the sand dune, bringing it to the center of the battle.

"Take a good look, this is the most exciting scene."

People saw the burning sand dunes, the terrifying craters created by the impact, the dust billowing up from the collision of enormous forces, and the stars that seemed to shine even brighter.

Then, standing beneath the stars was Rataen, his Starshattering Greatsword crossed and roaring towards the sky.

Red hair flying wildly, armor shattered.

His eroded yet still robust body was fully exposed, with fresh wounds covering his entire body.

However, the red lion's ferocity was fully unleashed. This was the first time he had been injured to this extent, and there seemed to be a sense of satisfaction in his roar.

The people outside were completely silent; the scene was deathly still. However, they did not immediately make any pronouncements about the landslide. Instead, they quickly looked towards Ratahn's side.

The projected image also shifted accordingly.

Suddenly, people's eyes lit up.

With each shift in the image, the viewers' eyes grew brighter and their breathing heavier. When Ratan's figure completely disappeared from the screen, the viewers finally saw what they wanted to see.

Those were a vast number of soldiers lying dead.

They looked so exhausted they couldn't move, while the still-active dragons frantically searched for them, a scene that even had a touch of humor.

Yes, they fought with all their might and are now unable to move.

but--

"They survived!!!"

A deafening roar resounded throughout the capital in an instant!
The live stream was ultimately delayed.

The cheers in the capital erupted like a volcanic eruption. A few seconds later, the two neighboring cities burst into cheers no less powerful than those in the capital, and then the neighboring cities, spreading all the way to the outermost edge.

This outcry seemed to be contagious, spreading to neighboring cities, with each wave higher than the last, until it reached the outermost Blackrock City.

The entire warrior kingdom seemed to tremble at this roar!

"Success!"

In the palace, Bantou was so excited that he almost fell to the ground. He didn't bother to straighten his crooked crown, but just clenched his fists and stared intently at the projection.

"Hehe, hehe!"

Fred was at a loss for what to do with his hands and feet. He was simply unable to express his feelings in words. Finally, he was so overwhelmed with emotion that his legs twitched and he fainted in his wheelchair.

“This is good, this is good,” Bantoo murmured to himself. “Whatever the outcome may be, this brief moment is a victory we can celebrate.”

They successfully intercepted the meteor!

Meanwhile, in the underground city.

General Shattered Star unleashed a purple lightning-like gravity magic from his body, countless meteorites floated behind him, and layers of heavy rocks wrapped around his greatsword. He pulled off the shattered armor from his upper body, revealing the proof of glory left on his body by the warriors. His increasingly high fighting spirit symbolized that he too had been infected by passion.

Listen closely, and you'll hear that hidden within this passion, he is also panting.

"We did it!"

As Lanler lay limp and powerless on the ground, he uttered these words, then tried to raise his voice to say:
"Is there anyone else who can stand up? We have to keep fighting."

A voice came from within the crowd of soldiers, but it was impossible to tell who was speaking:
“We would like to, but we can’t move. Why don’t you make a declaration like you did just now, Your Highness? Maybe then we’ll have the strength to do it again.”

Lanler couldn't help but laugh weakly and scold, "Dream on. You'll feel really embarrassed once you calm down."

"Hahahaha—" Laughter erupted from the crowd.

The laughter at that moment was filled with relief and satisfaction; people had worked together to accomplish something remarkable.

The exhausted soldiers suddenly became energetic and started laughing loudly. They commented on their comrades' reactions, teased their partners who had been so excited that their voices cracked, and boasted about their strength, showing off how hard they had trained for this moment.

People didn't care about being exhausted; the laughter of their brothers was the greatest glory. They joked loudly, full of confidence, leaving all their troubles far behind. They roughly ripped off their cumbersome armor and threw it aside, breathing in the scorching air that burned their tracheas. Even a slight cough or two made them feel even happier because they had worked harder than others.

Death has become meaningless now. We've finally managed to get together and work hard for the same thing, and we've achieved the desired results. If we don't laugh now, when will we? We should have a good laugh after accomplishing something great!
Ratan, who had been poised to attack, remained motionless. His horse emerged from the ground and nuzzled his broken leg affectionately. He carefully mounted his warhorse again. See, he was still as valiant as ever. As long as his childhood comrade-in-arms was still with him, he would always be the Shattered Star General, not a mad demon.

But he couldn't wait for the soldiers to finish laughing. Countless meteorites were gathering behind him, ready to strike the crowd mercilessly even without orders.

"Hahaha. What's this?"

Lanler laughed until his stomach hurt, then rolled over to hide his embarrassment from everyone, but then he suddenly felt something strange on the ground in front of him.

A tiny, golden light emerged from the ground; it was a symbol summoning helpers. Although not a Sun Warrior, the golden light, symbolizing a ally, still evoked a sense of warmth.

"By the way, we haven't summoned any helpers yet this time."

Summoning helpers should allow Rataen to fight even more effectively, right?
"Anyone is fine as long as it's not Patch."

Muttering this to himself, he reached out and touched the summoning symbol.

[Summon the helper "Faded One"?]

(End of this chapter)