Chapter 549: Facing the Three Gods
"Boom—!"
From the vast, endless horizon, a thunderous sound erupted—deafening, earth-shaking, and utterly unstoppable.
At last, the towering Abyssal Wall, stretching thousands of meters into the sky, was shattered by a blinding silver light. The divine power of a Deity broke through the chaos of the void, the barriers between realms, and descended upon the Anzeta Great Wasteland.
"He wields the silver hammer, revealing truth, punishing sinners."
Praise be! He is the brave Father, the stern Justice, the radiant embodiment of truth and fairness."
The drums of the Corkscrew Maneuver began to beat, and triumphant hymns echoed across Heaven and Earth. From the heavens, a lone figure emerged—the one-armed man, his brow blazing with Supreme White Radiance.
In his remaining arm, he gripped a steel-gray warhammer—The Hammer of Justice, a weapon that embodies absolute truth, capable of unmasking every lie in existence.
He raised the hammer high, and a flood of dazzling light poured from the horizon, scattering the Abyssal power like mist before the sun. All living beings were bathed in the glow of Order, Glory, and Honesty.
God of Justice. The Maimed One. The Blind Lord. The Upholder of Fairness—Tyr.
At last, He had descended.
Tyr was no mere legend—he was a powerful Divine Force from Heaven's Peak and Joseph's Garden. Within the Celestial Legion, countless warriors were His faithful, and now, witnessing this sacred vision, they cast their prayers upward, their voices rising in fervent devotion.
"Praise the God of Justice!"
"Lord, we stand before You!"
"Praise the Great Maimed One, the Fair Judge, the Blind Lord!"
Meanwhile, Kai Xiusu looked up at the distant Avatar, feeling the weight of an Ontological Supremacy, the very essence of life itself. In his pale golden vertical pupils, a flicker of recognition stirred.
"God of Justice... Tyr."
Kai Xiusu murmured, his voice quiet.
He had known of this Deity in a past life. Tyr was a powerful Divine Entity, the ultimate embodiment of justice—opposing all deception, defiance of law, and acts of injustice. Though he had once witnessed the phantom images of Tiamat and Bahamut, this was the first time he stood before the true, living Avatar of a god.
He knew—this was only the beginning.
The distant Avatar of Tyr turned its head, as if sensing Kai Xiusu’s gaze. Its hollow, black eye sockets fixed upon the Red Dragon far below, the white light upon its brow flaring like a blade of pure truth.
—That was the Radiance of Absolute Truth.
In an instant, Tyr saw through the entire chain of events—the origin of the Demon Invasion, the sins committed, the lies woven. A thunderous voice rang out across the land, calm yet devastating.
"Red Dragon! It was you who unleashed the Jelrazaks! You brought this suffering upon the world! Though the Revenant Demon is dead, the body still does not belong to you—it is a cursed abomination, a threat to existence. You must return it to the gods!"
The voice struck like lightning—clear, unyielding, and utterly terrifying to mortal beings.
The steel-gray hammer hovered in the sky, and an invisible pressure spread across the land, as if the very heavens themselves had turned to witness. Even the Red Dragon’s vast wings trembled. The sky behind the Avatar shimmered with the presence of Heaven's Peak, a spectacle of divine might.
This was the power of the God of Justice—Tyr, the mighty force of Heaven's Peak and Joseph's Garden.
Even a mere fragment of His Avatar, forged from divine will and power, sent a crushing pressure through Kai Xiusu’s soul—pure Life Force suppression, a force that could break even the strongest.
Tyr’s voice echoed across Heaven and Earth, a tide of unrelenting judgment.
"Red Dragon, surrender Karex’s corpse to me. We may still forgive your sins… and spare your life."
"Hmph."
Kai Xiusu stared up at the sky, offering only a faint, cold chuckle. He did not answer immediately.
He remained perched atop Dragonblood Mountain, facing the Divine Avatar from dozens of miles away—silent, still, locked in a standoff.
Had this been another realm, a lower plane, he would have fled in an instant, tail between his legs. No hesitation. No second thoughts.
But this was the Third Era. Gods were forbidden to descend in true form upon the Material Plane.
Even a mighty being like Tyr, powerful as he was, might not prevail against Kai Xiusu in this Empire Domain—no matter how great the difference in rank.
And that was precisely why Kai Xiusu stood firm. He had the courage to face a god.
At the edge of the Anstica Mountains, the atmosphere grew thick, tense, charged with hostility. The two sides exchanged venomous curses, each despising the other’s actions.
The Empire’s followers glared at the Celestial Legion with burning fury, cursing the sky above.
"That crippled old relic dares to humiliate King Kai Xiusu?!"
"Of course—never trust those sky-dwellers from Heaven’s Peak! They’ve been meddling behind the scenes in the Northern Regions all along!"
"For the Empire! Drive these birds back to the heavens!"
The Celestial Legion, however, stood unshaken. Cold eyes, silver swords gleaming in the sun.
Tyr’s followers were black-and-white in their morality—fanatically opposed to evil. They could not tolerate even a speck of filth in their vision. Many called them "tyrants."
"To insult our Lord is to invite the harshest judgment!"
"How dare these monsters blaspheme the Great God of Justice?"
"Filthy beasts with dragon blood—how dare they claim kinship with the glorious Celestial Legion? They are only fit to become wandering souls beneath our blades!"
The air grew thick with the scent of gunpowder. Swords were drawn, and small-scale skirmishes erupted. Fueled by faith, their hatred burned hot—on the verge of a full-scale massacre.
Then—sorrowful weeping echoed across the earth.
A man, his body riddled with open wounds, burns, and the marks of torture, slowly stepped into view.
When the crowd saw the wounded Divine Avatar, a strange wind swept through the land. A bright white aura flared—sudden, pure—and every pain vanished, as if washed away by holy water.
It was Ilmat, the God of Weeping, Lord of Endurance, a being of boundless mercy and compassion. He often bore the suffering of mortals upon His own soul.
"Brothers and sisters," Ilmat’s voice, soft and sorrowful, drifted through the air like a spring breeze, like a gentle baptism. "The disaster has ended. The Abyssal enemy is destroyed. This should be a moment to pray for the innocent souls lost. Why do you turn swords upon one another?"
His words brought peace. The Celestial Legion lowered their weapons, bowing their heads in reverence toward Ilmat’s Avatar.
"Praise the God of Weeping."
"Glory to You, Great Martyr—Your kindness shames us."
Ilmat’s Avatar, limping forward with great effort, slowly raised His broken, bruised arm. His eyes, gentle yet piercing, held a soft light.
"Tyr, Majesty… must you be so harsh? This Red Dragon has slain an Abyssal Lord. He deserves the gods’ approval… and my praise."
Tyr’s fury softened, just slightly. He lowered the Hammer of Justice to His side, as if considering Ilmat’s words.
Kai Xiusu watched Ilmat’s fragile, trembling form—the one who seemed so gentle, so sorrowful. In his pale golden eyes, a flicker of seriousness stirred.
This God of Weeping was not as simple as he appeared. He could sway hearts, melt hatred, and turn enemies into allies with a whisper. And that made him dangerous. Worth watching.
A pair of opposites—Red and Black. One plays the villain, the other the kinder face. Their goal is clear now: the corpse of my Ancestral Dragon.
The White Gold Dragon God must be next.
Kai Xiusu remained still atop Dragonblood Mountain, listening to Ilmat’s soft, weeping voice, his mind racing.
"Roar—!"
Suddenly, a long, mournful roar echoed across the land. A cold northern wind swept through the mountains, and the sky shimmered with shimmering radiance.
From the horizon, a long, serpentine figure emerged—a White Gold Dragon, majestic and radiant, his eyes glowing with the cerulean light of a summer sky.
"It’s King Bahamut!"
"Ah, Lord of the Northern Wind!"
"Praise You! Great Father of White Gold, Master of Dragons!"
The Gold, Silver, and Copper Dragons at the edge of Anstica raised their heads, roaring in unison—metallic wings flashing in the sunlight.
Even the Blue Dragon of the Faria Family, the White Dragon with ancestral blood, and the five-colored dragon-blooded creatures bowed their heads in respect.
Yet in their eyes—beneath reverence—burned faint traces of hostility.
Another hypocrite! That deceitful old dragon! If not for him, Kai Xiusu would already be back with the Dragon Queen, and I would have borne his heir!
Christina gritted her teeth, seething in silence.
She dared not speak. Even the Five-colored Dragons would never openly insult the Dragon God.
All eyes turned upward as the fifty-meter-long White Gold Dragon glided effortlessly through the clouds, weaving between stormy mists, until he hovered just a few kilometers from Kai Xiusu.
Bahamut’s eyes shimmered with a deep, ancient blue. He stared at the Red Dragon on the mountain, then spoke, his voice calm and measured.
"Kai Xiusu. It’s good to see you again. I’m truly pleased you’ve remained rational—unblinded by power. You’ve even slain an Abyssal Lord. Your arrival brings me joy. The Material Realm has not seen such a powerful, glorious dragon in ages."
The Red Dragon spread his wings slightly, then nodded politely.
"Good morning, King Bahamut. Compared to you, I’ve only done what was necessary."
He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over the Avatars of Justice and Weeping.
"And greetings to you, Ilmat, Majesty. And to you, Tyr, Majesty. Thank you for descending during our time of crisis. Your aid in defeating Jelrazaks has eased my burden greatly."
Ilmat’s face, always etched with sorrow, twitched at the corner of his mouth—a rare, gentle smile.
Tyr, however, remained motionless, his hammer clenched tightly, his expression cold and distant. He only grunted in reply.
Bahamut nodded slowly, his eyes drifting to the mountain beneath Kai Xiusu. The northern wind roared from his mouth as he spoke.
"Kai Xiusu… you know why we are here. It is not for gain. It is the advice of an elder to a younger—a warning: the hunger for power is endless. And the cost? It is heavy. Your reason, your character, your memories… even your spiritual soul. You know this already."
With a graceful sweep of his wings—bright silver, gleaming in the sunlight—he raised a claw. From within it, a terrifying image formed: a monstrous, writhing Red Dragon.
"Karex’s power… even among my siblings, it is the most unstable. One misstep, and you would be—"
Bahamut clenched his claw. The image shattered, leaving only swirling flames.
"—reduced to ash."
He turned his gaze back to Kai Xiusu, his eyes deep and knowing.
"Admit it, Kai Xiusu. You do not have the strength to guard Karex’s corpse. For your sake, for the mortals, for the entire Alerzage World—your best choice is to suppress the bloodline’s greed. Surrender the corpse to the gods. Let Justice and Order guide the world… and we will stand as your support."
A noble speech—wise, fatherly, almost heartfelt. As if he truly cared.
Kai Xiusu smiled inwardly, cold and sharp.
He heard no wisdom. Only hunger.
Bahamut coveted the remnant body of his brother—precisely because he yearned to restore the glory of the old dragon age.
After countless disasters that had ravaged the dragons, the Dragon Gods of the Third Era were far weaker than they had been ten thousand years ago.
But if Bahamut absorbed this ancient corpse—the one hidden by the Ancients in the Stellar Corner—he would gain a decisive edge over Tiamat.
And Kai Xiusu? He wasn’t about to let such a prize slip away.
With a calm, steady voice, Kai Xiusu replied:
"Thank you for your warning, King Bahamut. But I must respectfully disagree with your conclusion. The escape of Jelrazaks, the occupation of Karex’s corpse, the Abyssal invasion—all prove that the gods lack the proper method to contain it. But I do."
He lifted his head, smiling.
"Your Majesties, remember—I just killed an Abyssal Lord outside the Abyss. Even a god from ten thousand years ago could only seal it. But I killed it—truly and utterly."
"Ridiculous!"
Tyr’s voice boomed like thunder, cutting Kai Xiusu off mid-sentence.
"I have already seen your essence, foul Five-colored Dragon! Arrogant, greedy, foolish, blind! Your kind only understand strength. Only strength can make you submit!"
The one-armed god raised his hammer. In the sky, phantom images appeared—scales of absolute order, a warhammer of pure justice—radiating endless white light, surging toward the Red Dragon on the mountain.
—The Authority of Justice and Order.
"Brute force. Theft. This is your justice? You’re right about one thing—no amount of strength will make me submit. And here, on this land… who truly holds the stronger power? That remains to be seen!"
Kai Xiusu laughed coldly. He planted his hind legs, slowly rising to his full height. The Red Dragon stood tall upon Dragonblood Mountain, his massive wings unfolding behind him.
And in his claw, the Emperor’s Scepter appeared—its presence radiating the Lawful Power of the Imperial Domain. A crushing aura of intimidation spread outward.
"Swish—"
An invisible barrier formed before him, holding firm against the relentless white light.
Then—above, a hundred-meter-long phantom warhammer descended, forged from steel-gray energy. Tyr swung his arm, and the hammer fell like a mountain.
"Clang—"
The sound of metal meeting metal rang out across the land. A shockwave exploded outward, tearing up dust clouds in concentric waves for hundreds of miles.
The phantom scepter and hammer clashed, locked in a titanic struggle—then recoiled, shattering apart.
Kai Xiusu raised his left claw, gripping the Imperial Scepter, holding firm against Tyr’s assault. He roared:
"God of Justice! Is this your overwhelming power?"
He could only barely hold his ground—using the power of the Empire Domain to resist.
This was the terror of a true Divine Power. The God of Justice, with nothing more than a common Avatar, could stand toe-to-toe with Kai Xiusu—ranked as a Divine Being—within the Imperial Domain.
But this was not a battle for life or death. It was a test. A probe.
Kai Xiusu saw clearly now—Tyr wanted only to intimidate him, to force submission through divine fear.
And on the edge of Anstica, the Empire’s followers were moments from clashing with Tyr’s faithful.
Then—Ilmat’s sorrowful voice rang out once more:
"Enough… this land has suffered enough. We do not need another meaningless war."
Tyr finally halted. He lowered his hammer, his face grim, his voice heavy.
"Red Dragon… your greed will consume you. When that day comes, you will regret this moment… and pay the price."
The Red Dragon looked at the three radiant Avatars, then laughed.
"Perhaps you’ve been in the Prime Material Plane too long. It’s rejecting you. And a final warning: if I die beyond this plane, all prohibitions within the Empire will vanish. Then… I cannot guarantee what becomes of Karex’s corpse. Or perhaps… it will be dragged into the Abyss by the legacy of Jelrazaks."
(End of Chapter)
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