Panlong: Transcending from the Dominator of the Water System

Chapter 2 Shatters Augusta's Confidence, Wind-type Grand Perfection Byer

"Hope hasn't arrived yet? What's he thinking?"

The pretty red-haired girl scanned the dimensional battlefield where the decisive battle was about to begin with her divine sense, and muttered with a slight frown.

Although this battle was only a duel between the Water God Plane and the Light God Plane, it touched the nerves of all the main gods, including the Lord of Death.

Although the four Rulers are the strongest among the main gods, there are still differences between them. The Ruler of Death and the Ruler of Life are slightly weaker than the Ruler of Destruction and the Ruler of Fate, so the two of them always stick together for mutual support.

The Death Lord and Hope were old acquaintances, and the Death Lord had some understanding of Hope. Although Hope had never admitted it, the Death Lord believed that Hope must be hiding her strength. As an ancient being who was born earlier than her and Utred, Hope's strength was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface. It was very likely that she had reached the Great Perfection and was hiding some special trump cards and ultimate moves.

Therefore, the Death Lord's attitude towards Hope's tenth dimensional war can be considered tacit approval or even support, after all, she and Vivia were under great pressure when facing Utrecht and Of.

If Hope had an extra bit of willpower, her strength would be almost on par with the two sisters, making the five of them more balanced.

"Alright, big sister, the final battle hasn't even started yet, has it? Hope isn't one to be late, and this battle is crucial for him."

The Lord of Life, standing next to the Lord of Death, chuckled and shook his head, offering words of comfort. The two sisters were quite familiar with Hope, knowing that she was never late.

"he came!"

The Lord of Destruction, who had been silent all along, raised his head and looked at the void not far away, uttering a hoarse voice.

At this moment, not only the Lord of Destruction, but also many gods saw two blue, water-like figures not far away, surging towards them like ocean waves in the turbulent flow of the seven-colored space.

"Hello everyone, it's been a long time!"

The waves gathered their raging energy, transforming into the figure of a black-haired youth. Hope smiled slightly, nodded to the four rule overlords, and then looked towards the dimensional battlefield.

"Hope, you seem very confident, arriving at the last minute."

The Lord of Death revealed a meaningful smile, glanced in the direction of Utrecht and Ouf, and then spoke.

"I wouldn't call it confidence; after all, Augusta should have made ample preparations."

Hope shook her head slightly, then looked at the blond figure not far from Ouf and spoke in a calm tone.

The twelve-winged angels of Augusta are the greatest trump card of the God of Light, invincible on the interdimensional battlefield, as proven by past wars.

However, Augusta's expression turned somewhat grim after hearing Hope's words, because his twelve-winged angel had been defeated by Hope last time.

Since the birth of heaven and earth, there have been four instances of nine consecutive victories in interdimensional wars. Two of these victories were in the Heavenly Realm, one in Hell, and the last one is in the current Water God Realm.

The first time, the Celestials successfully won ten consecutive victories, granting Of a portion of their willpower. The second time, the nine-win streak came from the Hell side. Utrecht made many preparations, but ultimately failed when Augusta brought out the twelve-winged angels he had accumulated over the years.

The third time, the Celestial Realm achieved a nine-game winning streak. Utrecht had gathered a large number of Seven-Star Demons and messengers of the Supreme God. During the final battle, he almost suppressed the Twelve-Winged Angels for a short period of time. However, the Twelve-Winged Angels had no emotions and were not afraid of death. As time went on, it was inevitable that the morale of the Hell side would decline.

That time, Augusta was full of confidence, thinking he could help Ofl win his second ten-game winning streak. But unexpectedly, at the critical moment, a figure appeared. Hope's chief messenger, Palhouse, with his perfect strength, intervened at the crucial moment to stop the angel and turn the tide of battle for Hell.

Now, for the fourth time, it's the water-based divine plane's turn. Palhaus is no longer at the Great Perfection stage and can no longer interfere. Augusta will naturally have the twelve-winged angels do everything in their power to stop it.

"Hmph! Hope, this time, you might not win so easily."

Augusta snorted coldly, a hint of malice flashing in his golden eyes, before turning away from Hope.

Meanwhile, on the interdimensional battlefield, the final battle has begun...

"kill!"

With a furious roar, a burly green-haired man clad in ancient armor soared into the sky, a terrifying long whip radiating the aura of a supreme god appearing in his hand. As the whip spun rapidly, an icy blue vortex quickly emerged.

As Commander Barbari took the lead, the Seven Star Mercury Warriors from the Water God Plane moved. Various seven-colored glazed lights flashed, and physical attacks, soul attacks, and various violent divine powers surged continuously. For a moment, the entire battlefield was enveloped by divine power.

"Hmph! Barbari! You think you can stop a twelve-winged angel? Form ranks! Kill!"

A mocking voice rang out, and a leader from the Realm of Light charged towards Barbari, a white halo emanating from his body, with hundreds of white ribbons wrapping around him. At the same moment, hundreds of figures from the Realm of Light took the lead, flying out from their side and forming a special formation.

Looking from above the Star River Passage, one can clearly see the row of figures at the very front, each a blonde beauty with twelve pure white wings behind her, radiating a holy glow, as if angels had descended.

However, at this moment, the holy angels were all exuding a cold aura, like fallen angels returning from hell, reaping the lives from the water-based divine plane.

The twelve-winged angels are not only powerful individuals, but also absolutely loyal to the Lord of Light. They show no fear of death and their morale is unaffected by any situation on the battlefield. Most importantly, they can form formations and coordinate perfectly to unleash their full power.

In contrast, although the gods of the water-based divine plane are generally stronger, they are mostly fighting individually, with inconsistent physical and spiritual attacks, and they are unable to conduct effective collective defense. The formations that initially held a slight advantage began to retreat.

"Ahead! Soul attack!"

A dazzling white halo flashed, and a dozen angels launched a joint attack, instantly causing the fall of hundreds of six-star Mercury warriors from the Water God Plane, creating a gap in their defenses.

"Don't panic! Mass attack! Angels ahead!"

The ruler of the water-based divine plane reacted swiftly, with hundreds of streams of energy containing the power of the water-based main god piercing the sky and instantly tearing apart the bodies of dozens of twelve-winged angels.

However, in an instant, a new angel took over from behind and continued the attack without hesitation, the entire coordination was flawless.

Various colors of divine power flashed through the passages on both sides. Fortunately, the twelve-winged angels were concentrated on the left passage, so the water-based divine plane still had an advantage in one passage. However, after a while, the water-based divine plane broke through the barrier on the right passage. As the seven-colored light subsided, it won the victory in one passage.

“It seems Augusta isn’t going to give you any chance. A thousand twelve-winged angels are gathered on one road, that’s almost all of them. Hope, what’s your trump card? Don’t tell me you didn’t prepare.”

The Lord of Death revealed a mocking expression, looked in Hope's direction, and spoke with a hint of teasing.

"We'll see!"

Hope glanced at the battle situation in the left passage and spoke calmly, showing no surprise at the current situation.

Generally speaking, in the face of a nine-game winning streak in a dimensional war, to stop a ten-game winning streak, you don't need to win; a draw is enough. You don't need to win on both fronts, nor do you need to split your forces on two fronts. Just concentrate your superior forces to attack one front.

During the second nine-game winning streak of Heaven and Earth, the Heavenly Realm concentrated all its strength to open a passage, fought to a draw with Hell, and prevented Utrecht's victory.

When the world achieved its third nine-game winning streak, Hope only sent Parhouse to block the twelve-winged angels in a passage, ultimately resulting in a draw and preventing Of from achieving his second ten-game winning streak.

Therefore, it was not unexpected for Augusta to concentrate all his power on one channel, and Hope had naturally prepared corresponding measures in advance.

"More than three hundred Mercury warriors and dozens of commanders, you've made quite a few preparations, Hope, but it seems you have no chance."

Augusta watched the twelve-winged angels advancing along the left-hand passage of the starry river, a faint smile playing on his lips, his tone brimming with confidence.

At this moment, the water-based divine plane side of the second star river channel had begun to retreat steadily. If nothing unexpected happened, they would probably be defeated soon. A hint of smugness flashed through Augusta's mind.

"You're very confident, Augusta, but it's not the last moment yet!"

Hope glanced at Augusta indifferently, a hint of mockery flashing in her exquisite eyes, before saying nothing more.

Mercury and the leader were both arranged by Parhouse. Hope did not directly interfere, knowing that these preparations were still somewhat insufficient in the face of the twelve-winged angels. Therefore, he had already prepared his final trump card.

"Huh? Where does his confidence come from? Palhouse is no longer at the Great Perfection level. What trump cards does he have to fight back? He can't possibly have found another Great Perfection level, can he?"

Seeing Hope's indifferent reaction, Augusta frowned and his mind went into a mental whirlwind, a strange light flashing in his golden eyes.

"boom!"

In that instant, a sudden change occurred. A strong azure halo flashed, instantly tearing through space. A thin-winged longsword emitting a buzzing sound flew up and instantly killed dozens of angels.

The longsword then spun around in space and returned to its owner, a figure dressed in a blue robe with many special patterns engraved on it. Even from a distance, it was enough to make ordinary high-level gods lose their senses.

The raging power of the wind-elemental god was perfectly controlled by the newcomer. With just one move, the perfect angelic battle formation of the twelve-winged angel was broken. The suppressive power of the will against ordinary high gods was evident. The person who could do this was obviously a high god of wind elemental perfection.

The wind-type great perfection upper god - Baier!
(End of this chapter)