Chapter 220: Untitled

Even with absolutely all three veteran First Warriors attacking in perfect, desperate unison, they could not stop Long Ra from causing absolute, world-ending havoc.

The massive, terrifying Celestial Dragon was no longer just a physical opponent; he had become a living, breathing natural disaster.

Human elite soldiers died by the thousands, instantly vaporized into floating ash.

Demi-human defenders died right alongside them, completely crushed under the indiscriminate, sweeping strikes of their own arrogant prince.

Even the innocent, terrified civilians desperately trying to flee the lower city below were caught in the apocalyptic crossfire of the destruction.

A wild, fully transformed Celestial Dragon was an undeniable, unstoppable calamity to absolutely all living things.

Long Ra’s enormous, mountain-sized body moved smoothly and terrifyingly fast through the burning skyline.

His massive, diamond-hard claws effortlessly tore through the very fabric of the air, leaving visible, jagged black rifts in space.

Blinding, conceptual Celestial Light violently spread in absolutely every direction, melting stone, boiling the sea, and erasing life.

The three First Warriors relentlessly continued their brutal assault, pushing their Angelic bodies to the absolute breaking point.

But even their combined, legendary strength was completely insufficient to suppress the beast’s rampage completely.

They were slowly, inevitably losing the war of attrition against his impossible vitality.

"Die, you pathetic insects!"

Long Ra roared at the top of his lungs, the deafening sound wave physically shattering the remaining glass in the city below.

He reared his massive, glowing head back, his golden eyes burning with unadulterated, arrogant fury as he prepared for another devastating, city-leveling attack.

He raised his right arm, preparing to bring a massive, light-infused claw down directly onto the exhausted First Warriors.

But precisely before his descending claws could shatter their defensive lines, a solitary figure suddenly appeared completely out of thin air directly before him.

A young man with glowing, snow-white hair hovered completely silently in the path of the falling meteor.

The young man’s previously dark, silken black robes had been violently dyed a peculiar, blinding shade of pure white, perfectly blending with the new color of his hair.

He physically looked incredibly calm, his posture completely relaxed.

But a raging, apocalyptic storm of pure, unadulterated violence could clearly be seen brewing in his dark eyes.

Long Ra violently paused his assault, his massive pupils contracting in genuine shock.

"You actually came back here?"

Deep, instinctual confusion briefly crossed the Celestial Dragon’s arrogant expression.

He had personally watched the human Envoy flee. He hadn’t expected the rat to return to the center of the meat grinder.

Then, the ancient dragon suddenly realized something was fundamentally, physically wrong.

His massive, descending claw strike had completely stopped moving in the exact middle of its descent.

It wasn’t a spatial lock, and it wasn’t a magical barrier holding it back.

Someone had physically caught it.

Directly before his glowing snout stood a young man with absolutely no clothes on his muscular body, hovering casually in the cold air.

He was looking directly up at the gigantic, terrifying dragon in the sky with completely fearless, clear eyes.

Despite the entirely comical, enormous difference in their physical sizes—the dragon the size of a warship, the man no larger than a speck of dust—he wore a massive, arrogant smile on his face.

"That actually hurts a little bit, lizard."

The naked young man smirked brightly, his bare hands gripping the razor-sharp, diamond-hard scales of the dragon’s claw.

A dangerous, terrifying glint of pure white light flashed violently through his laughing eyes.

"Now, let’s dance."

Adam laughed out loud, his joyous, battle-hungry voice echoing strangely across the apocalyptic skyline.

He had just woken up from a long, agonizing coma in the Spirit World, completely healed by Ethen’s ascension, and he had chosen immediate, absolute violence.

Then, he flashed aggressively forward, completely shattering the sound barrier.

At the terrifying, newly acquired rank of Angel, active battles happened at absolute light speed.

Ordinary, veteran Demi Gods on the ground could barely follow the blurry, afterimage movements of those involved in the sky.

They had absolutely no physical capacity to intervene in the high-level conceptual exchanges taking place above their heads.

But Ethen, who had just violently, brutally broken through to the Angel realm himself, could finally see absolutely everything with perfect, crystalline clarity.

The world had slowed down to a crawl for him.

The two resurrected combatants repeatedly, mercilessly struck at Long Ra with absolute, flawless precision.

Adam’s brutal, unarmed movements were incredibly fluid and overwhelmingly powerful, shattering dragon scales with every bare-knuckle punch.

While Adam drew the dragon’s fury, Ethen coldly and methodically exploited absolutely every single opening the Celestial Dragon gave him.

Neither of them wasted a single drop of energy or a single swing of their attacks.

They fought with the perfect, unspoken synergy of two beings who shared a soul.

Slowly, the lingering, corrosive Celestial Light left behind by Ethen’s previous, agonizing injuries began to forcefully channel into his own attacks.

Instead of allowing the invasive, conceptual energy to continue destroying his internal organs, his new Tyrant class forcefully subjugated it.

He directed the dragon’s own terrifying, holy light completely toward his opponent, wrapping his heavy saber in the stolen, burning energy.

Every single calculated strike from the human tore quietly, smoothly, and deeply at Long Ra’s impenetrable white scales.

The physical damage was relatively subtle at first, masked by the sheer scale of the dragon’s body.

But it rapidly, continuously continued to accumulate, leaving massive, bleeding gashes across the beast’s pristine armor.

Then, completely suddenly, a new, chilling notification violently appeared directly before Ethen’s glowing eyes.

[Congratulations.]

[You have successfully summoned..... Azarael.]

Ethen’s cold expression instantly changed as another, far more ominous message materialized in his retinas.

[In the absolute beginning of time, there was only death, and it existed solely to violently curb the world’s overreaching population.]

[Be it righteous and good, or chaotic and bad, death is a fundamental, inescapable requirement for absolutely all living beings.]

The heavy, terrifying words shone brightly and coldly before his eyes, carrying the weight of a universal truth.

Then came another, final system notification, dripping with absolute finality.

[Consequence: To permanently destroy evil, you must possess the capacity to destroy Good.]

[As such, you must accumulate death to permanently end life.]

Before Ethen could fully mentally process the deep, horrifying conceptual meaning of the system’s messages, the atmosphere completely froze.

A massive, terrifyingly plain, rusted iron scythe appeared completely out of nowhere, resting perfectly in Ethen’s open hand.

The temperature of the entire global battlefield instantly, violently plummeted to absolute zero.

In that single, agonizing instant, something fundamental regarding the laws of reality changed.

The sheer, overwhelming concept of Death had physically entered the mortal battlefield, completely suppressing the concept of Life and Flight.

Every single fighting Demi God from the Demi human side, every soaring beast-kin, and every fully realized Angel in the sky suddenly, violently lost their power of flight.

Their bodies dropped like heavy stones toward the boiling, churning sea far below.

They fell violently from the clouds as though an invisible, absolute, and undeniable force had forcefully stripped them of their fundamental ability to remain airborne.

The massive, chaotic, ongoing global battle came to an immediate, abrupt halt as thousands of combatants plummeted through the air.

They violently crashed into the ocean waves and the ruined city streets, struggling frantically to understand what impossible magic had just happened.

Even the absolute most powerful beings present, including the three First Warriors and Long Ra himself, had been instantly affected by the heavy suppression.

The massive Celestial Dragon roared in sheer panic as his enormous, heavy body crashed violently into the shallow sea, sending massive tsunamis crashing into the coastline.

"Get ready!"

Ethen barked at the absolute top of his lungs, his voice heavily laced with the undeniable, conceptual command of a Cosmic Tyrant.

His authoritative voice cut sharply and cleanly through the panicked confusion of the falling army.

The Bastion’s seasoned warriors immediately reacted to the sheer, commanding weight of his words.

The veteran men and women who had been previously, mercilessly held down and pinned by Long Ra’s overwhelming beam attacks rapidly regained their combat bearings.

They dragged themselves out of the water and the rubble, wiping the blood from their eyes.

They immediately turned their full, undivided, burning attention toward the gigantic, struggling Celestial Dragon currently grounded in the surf.

There was absolutely no need for any further tactical explanation from their new Angel.

Their greatest, most terrifying enemy was currently still standing, but he was no longer dominating the unreachable sky.

He had been violently dragged down to their level in the mud.

And now, they finally had a massive, undeniable opening to end his miserable life.

Without uttering another single word, more than fifty heavily armed, furious Angels and veteran Demi Gods launched a coordinated, all-out siege.

They charged through the boiling water and the ruined streets, launching their absolute strongest, most devastating magical attacks.

They threw absolutely everything they had directly against Long Ra, the arrogant, bleeding son of the Celestial Dragon whose surname was Long.