Chapter 838 - 558: The Red Dragon Emperor’s Declaration: "Today, We Slay Gods!

Chapter 838: Chapter 558: The Red Dragon Emperor’s Declaration: "Today, We Slay Gods!

Lorand was about to ask further when, suddenly, a faint point of light appeared without warning in the boundless, dark canopy of the sky.

At first, it shone like a star. But it was growing! Lorand stared at the point of light, his pupils contracting sharply.

A minute later, the light had expanded to the size of a silver plate, radiating an icy glow.

Three minutes later, it resembled a pale, ghastly sun suspended in the sky, illuminating the entire sea with a deathly white glare!

The face of every soldier in the fleet was illuminated, entirely drained of color.

That... that was a star! A real star had broken free from the firmament and was plummeting straight toward their waters!

Lorand released his Spiritual Power to track the trajectory of the rapidly falling star.

A few minutes later, Lorand’s face turned as pale as paper. The falling star’s path extended in a straight line, and its destination... was shockingly the exact location of their fleet! No, to be more precise, it was aimed at his flagship, the Holy Light Glory!

"No... impossible..." Lorand muttered to himself, beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

It was a real star, forcibly dragged down from the void of the universe! And its target was him!

"Turn! Turn at full speed! Leave this damned sea! Hurry! Hurry!"

However, it was all in vain.

As the massive fleet struggled to change course and desperately accelerated, everyone realized in despair that the terrifying star in the sky—now so large they could even make out the jagged mountains on its surface—had slightly, almost imperceptibly, altered its trajectory as well. No matter where they fled, the star’s ultimate destination remained them!

They were like prey locked in a hunter’s crosshairs, with nowhere to escape.

"We... have been locked onto," Lorand murmured.

* * *

In Raylo’s eyes, the star that had been dragged down was a colossal celestial body pulled by countless lines of rules.

Its descent grew faster and faster. Friction with the atmosphere ignited pale flames around it. Like a drop of ink about to strike the surface of the water, it threatened to dye the entire sea in the color of death.

Suddenly, Raylo frowned slightly. He withdrew his gaze from the sky and turned toward the sea to the east.

There, two massive, ancient auras were awakening from the abyss tens of thousands of meters below.

They seemed to have been disturbed by the immense energy fluctuations of the Star-Attracting Array, bursting out of the water with undisguised greed and brutality.

They actually thought some Treasure was unearthing here.

"We have guests," Raylo said.

Without needing him to say more, the silver dragon eyes on the Silver Moon Blade’s massive draconic body snapped open, gazing toward the edge of the horizon.

At the same time, Mage Wendel let out a cold snort. His boundless Spiritual Power surged toward that direction like a tidal wave.

BOOM!

On the distant horizon, a gigantic Water Tornado connecting the sky and the sea abruptly rose. It churned billions of tons of seawater, forming a terrifying wall of water a thousand meters high, roaring toward Cliff Horn.

A massive storm was born in its wake. Dark clouds gathered, and lightning danced wildly as it rolled toward the continent.

This was the power of a Catastrophe Level Magical Beast; its main body had not yet arrived, but its heavenly might had already struck!

However, the tsunami had barely formed and advanced less than ten kilometers when a scorching, majestic spiritual storm crossed through space and slammed ruthlessly into the wall of water.

SIZZLE!

A teeth-grating sound echoed. The wall of water, made of billions of tons of seawater, was like butter pressed against a red-hot iron, instantly evaporating by nearly half!

The furious tsunami had half of its might forcefully shaved away. Unable to sustain its remaining momentum, it collapsed with a deafening crash, turning into a torrential downpour across the sky.

In the sky, the approaching storm tornado slammed into an invisible wall.

It was the Dragon Mighty released by the Silver Moon Blade!

The almost tangible coercion enveloped the sky. The storm was crushed, the lightning serpents were annihilated, and the air itself seemed to sink under the sheer terror of the giant dragon’s coercion.

Tens of kilometers away in the deep sea, the massive bodies of the two Abyssal Sea Dragons suddenly stiffened.

This was a warning. It was also a naked threat. The response from the land was unreasonably unyielding.

The standoff lasted for less than three minutes.

After weighing the pros and cons, the two Catastrophe Level auras from the deep sea ultimately chose to retreat.

Just as abruptly as they had appeared, they silently dove back into the deep sea.

Back on Cliff Horn, Mage Delin and the others hadn’t spared even a sliver of their attention. All of their willpower was concentrated on the approaching star, guiding it to accelerate its fall.

* * *

"No... no!" Aboard the Holy Light Glory, a young Priest looked up at the terrifying star in the sky, which was now as large as a lake. His mental defenses were completely shattered by the overwhelming coercion, and he let out a desperate, broken scream.

"Oh Light Deity! Have You abandoned Your most devout believers?"

His breakdown acted as a fuse, instantly igniting the suppressed fear of the entire fleet.

Cries, curses, and prayers rang out endlessly.

"Silence!" Saint Lorand’s voice rang out once more. This time, it carried a fervent and resolute tone.

He could already sense the World Destruction Level aura radiating from the falling star, yet he showed no fear. Instead, he drew a Treasure Sword from a guard beside him and pointed it straight at the plummeting celestial body in the sky.

"Warriors of the Light Deity, we have not been abandoned!"

His voice, amplified by a Divine Technique, echoed across every warship.