Chapter 626: The Setting Sun
Swish—
The colossal Angel of Radiance flapped its wings—spanning hundreds of meters—generating a furious gale. With just a few powerful strokes, it soared nearly ten thousand meters into the sky.
Seeing this, the Red Dragon unleashed its own draconic wings, surging upward with blinding speed. Even as it climbed, it sneered, voice dripping with mockery:
“You think this will stop me? The sky of the Material Realm… is my domain!”
A crimson afterimage streaked across the heavens, trailing torrents of fire as it surged toward Barachiel and the others.
Thus, the two titans met in midair—locked in a silent, unyielding standoff.
They were now over ten thousand meters above the ground. The clouds lay beneath their feet like a sea of cotton. On the earth below, Iron Beasts looked like ants. Cities and mountain ranges appeared miniature, reduced to toys. The soldiers of both sides had vanished into insignificance—mere specks of dust adrift in the vast expanse.
The air grew thinner, and the sunlight above became blindingly intense. Under its searing brilliance, Walter’s Divine Bloodline Armor shimmered with divine radiance. The intricate carvings on his ArmorWatch absorbed solar energy, forming a translucent layer of Spirit Armor across his body. The Amannata emblem on his chest pulsed with golden light, radiating a spines-like aura.
As a Divine Offspring of the Angelic bloodline, every inch of Walter Graham’s skin drank in the sun’s power, drawing strength to sustain his being.
Indeed, since the Great Collapse of the Holy Phaldran Empire, this Divine Noble Duke had suffered greatly. His face aged. Cracks—tiny, yet deep—had begun to form across his flesh.
Now, golden light seeped from those fissures, giving his body the fragile appearance of a shattered divine statue. The Angelic Offspring was igniting his own Divine Essence Source—blooming the fire of his Life Force.
Walter beat his wings and raised the Sun God’s Longsword, pointing it toward the Red Dragon. His voice rang out across the void, resolute and thunderous:
> “Evil Dragon… your reign of terror ends here. This sky—this realm—will be your final tomb!”
“Hah!” Kai Xiusu laughed coldly. With a sudden, violent sweep of his wings, he roared in fury-turned-mirth:
“You? Without the Relief Forces from Heaven, you wouldn’t even be worthy to stand before me!
The so-called Fadalan Divine Offspring—when your Emperor betrayed the Sun God, you became nothing more than pitiful, homeless dogs!”
“Silence!” Walter’s voice boomed like thunder, his eyes flashing with wrath. A pair of searing beams lanced from his pupils.
“I tell you—so long as the Sun endures, Sacred Fedran shall never die!
Now… attack!”
“What?” Kai Xiusu’s mouth twitched, his expression shifting in disbelief—his face twisted as if utterly unprepared for their sudden move.
“This farce… was long overdue to end!”
Barachiel had already raised the Shining Silver Horn to his lips, channeling the primordial strength of Heaven with all his might. He sacrificed several Luminous Wheels, then unleashed a hymn—pure, piercing, and impossibly grand.
In an instant, Heaven’s Law descended. Countless spines-like beams of light rained down from above, as if the entire Heaven’s Mountain itself was bearing down upon the Red Dragon.
Even Emperor Kai Xiusu of the Ember Empire froze mid-flight, his wings fluttering uselessly, his mind blank with shock.
And in that fleeting moment—so brief, yet infinite—everything changed.
Barachiel turned sharply, barking:
“Now, Titus!”
“Time to pay the price, you filthy Tiamat spawn!”
The Ancient Gold Dragon roared, raising his Scepter. With a guttural cry in the ancient Dragon Tongue, he unleashed a force long stored—massive, overwhelming, and ancient.
> [Dragon Binding Spell]
Hundreds of glowing chains erupted from thin air—writhing like serpents—snaking through the sky and wrapping around the Red Dragon’s massive form. They coiled tightly around its neck, limbs, torso, and tail, binding it completely.
“Success!” Titus cried, his voice trembling with ecstasy. In the eyes of onlookers, he looked on the verge of tears—overcome with joy.
With the combined might of three legendary beings standing at the pinnacle of the Material Realm, they had finally immobilized the fearsome Red Dragon. The battle was nearing its end—though it would come at the cost of Walter’s life.
“Barachiel, Titus,” Walter said, gripping his Longsword, “I thank you from the heart. But now—leave. Witness the spectacle about to unfold.”
He beat his wings and surged forward, toward the bound Red Dragon.
Kai Xiusu strained against the chains, his body trembling under the immense pressure. The chains clanked and groaned—but the Red Dragon, though powerful, could not break free. These chains were forged specifically for him.
“Damn scum!” Kai Xiusu bellowed, furious. “What do you think you’re doing?!”
The Angel Divine Offspring did not answer. Instead, the golden light from his cracks grew brighter—more intense. His body glowed like a living flame, translucent in places. The outline of the Sun itself began to form in his chest.
Panic finally flickered across the Red Dragon’s face—just as any villain in a tale would. It snarled, voice cracking with dread:
“You fool! If you ignite your Divine Essence Source, you’ll die too! Not just your body—but your spiritual soul will be reduced to ash!”
Walter tightened his grip on the Sun God’s Sword, his expression unshaken.
“Filthy Evil Dragon… I will burn my Life Force to save Fadalan. And I will take you with me—into oblivion!”
“You’re mad!” The Red Dragon howled in terror and fury.
And then—Walter’s body erupted into blinding light.
Like a newborn star detonating, his form became a searing, blazing fireball. Waves of energy surged from his core, distorting space itself. Light shot forth in all directions, bathing the sky in radiant glory.
He was no longer a man. He was a living supernova—charging toward the Red Dragon at the speed of annihilation.
This was the ultimate sacrifice—the Angel Divine Offspring was detonating his Sun God Power Primordial Source, burning his very Life Force to unleash a Legendary Ten-Ring Spell—beyond the limits of the Material Realm.
> [Day of Extinction]
On the battlefield below, soldiers locked in combat felt the sky ignite. A flood of searing light poured down, blinding them. Their skin burned as if scorched by fire.
Empire of Ashen troops and Allied Forces alike looked up, shielding their eyes in shock.
“Amanata above…”
“This… this can’t be real…”
Then, their expressions twisted—first into panic, then into reverence.
Weapons clattered to the ground. Soldiers dropped to their knees in prayer. Others stood frozen, hands over their eyes, weeping.
For in the sky… a second sun had appeared.
This was no mere miracle. To them, it was the true descent of the Sun God, Amannata.
“It’s Him! He’s returned!”
“The Lord hasn’t forsaken us! The Eternal Lord of Radiance still watches over Fadalan!”
“King Amannata is back! He will save us! He will flood the earth with light!”
The Allied soldiers raised their weapons, screaming cheers, overcome with ecstatic frenzy—as if they had witnessed the most beautiful moment of their lives.
Yes… only a god could create such a miracle. Only a divine being could descend to save Fadalan.
But the Divine Offspring themselves did not smile. Their faces were etched with sorrow—deep, unbearable grief.
Kalen flapped his wings, gazing upward at the “sun” in the sky. A single tear rolled down his cheek, tracing a path through the air.
He knew—better than anyone—what lay behind that glorious light. The unbearable weight of a noble Divine Offspring’s Life Force.
He lowered his head, throat trembling. His voice came out choked:
“It’s… it’s the Day of Extinction. Walter… he…”
On the walls of Collins City, High-Level Mage Zalan raised his head. His eagle-eyed vision let him see clearly—ten thousand meters away—the new sun, blazing in the sky.
He had seen so much, endured so many horrors. He prided himself on remaining calm in the face of the impossible.
Yet now, his mouth fell open. His staff trembled violently in his hand. His voice stuttered, broken.
“Mistrala above… am I seeing this right? That… that’s a Legendary Spell! God… I’ve witnessed the ten-ring spell with my own eyes! I must… I must record this—”
And then—his heart gave out.
He turned pale, then collapsed straight to the ground, unconscious.
High above, within the bear-like incendiary fireball, Walter felt every fiber of his body burn. The strength draining from him. His vision filled with memories—scenes from a century of life.
He began as a common human general, loyal to Emperor Aragon. He marched through the southern lands of Feiansuo Continent, earning glory in battle. He received the Sun God’s blessing. Then, across countless realms, he waged war—planting the banner of Faldran Empire across the stars.
For his entire life, Walter Graham fought for Sacred Fedran. His glory, his willpower, his courage—embodied in every breath. That was the meaning of his Life Force.
So… to fall in battle for Fadalan, burning his final spark to forge a bright future… wasn’t such a bad fate.
With renewed resolve, he poured every ounce of Sun God power into the charge. He would end this—once and for all.
“You damned fool!”
“Stop! You’ll kill us all!”
As he closed in, Walter couldn’t help but laugh.
So this was it—facing death, even the mighty Red Dragon Emperor feared?
He wasn’t invincible after all.
In that moment of reflection, Walter charged—carrying the fury of a dying star—closing the gap.
He could see the Red Dragon’s face now—its molten lava-like vertical pupils, its jagged teeth, its terrifying presence.
And then—just as he was about to strike—Walter saw it.
A smirk.
On the Red Dragon’s face.
The anger, the panic, the fear—gone. Replaced by cold, cruel amusement.
Kai Xiusu’s lips parted slightly.
“You really thought… you could take me with you?”
An icy weight struck Walter’s heart.
Time itself seemed to freeze.
Clack.
The sound of armor clasping echoed through the air.
Everything—except the Red Dragon—stopped. The fireball, the wind, the light—everything stood still. The universe paused.
> [Time Stop]
“Sacrificing your Life Force for a dream… how foolish, little mortal.”
Kai Xiusu calmly stepped forward, unbinding himself from the chains with a flick of his claw.
Or rather—he never needed to break free. The spell was his own creation. The struggle, the rage, the fear—it was all a performance. A trap. Designed to lure the Angel Divine Offspring into revealing his seal.
The Sun God Power Primordial Source—once the Divine Offspring died—should have vanished, returning to the Divine Realm.
But now… the pulsing sun burned in Walter’s chest, ready to unleash its apocalyptic power.
Kai Xiusu grinned, claws extended.
“Still… your death isn’t meaningless. At least, you’ve given me a priceless gift—Sun God Power.”
The world resumed.
Fire still raged. Energy still poured forth. The spell was nearly complete.
But Walter’s eyes widened in horror.
The Red Dragon—already—was inside the very core of his “sun.”
“Screaaa—!”
The sound of flesh tearing echoed through the air.
With a single, brutal motion, Kai Xiusu plunged his claw deep into Walter’s chest. He ripped out the beating golden fireball—the Divine Essence Source—right from the Angel’s body.
Golden-red blood sprayed into the sky.
Kai Xiusu stared at the pulsing heart in his palm, smiling with deep satisfaction.
> “Walter… as you wished. I’ll give you a grand finale.
> But no one will remember you as a hero.
> You’ll be remembered as a sinner.”
“N-no…” Walter gasped, shaking his head weakly. He reached out one last time, voice broken with despair.
But it was too late.
In that final moment, Walter realized the truth.
He hadn’t stood a chance.
He had been caught in a trap—crafted by the Red Dragon himself.
Every emotion—panic, fear, rage—had been an act.
All to force him to unleash [Day of Extinction].
No… how could Kai Xiusu know his plan?
Walter turned his gaze—dazed, broken—toward the distant Gold Dragon.
> “Amanata above… it was him…”
He gasped, blood spilling from his lips. A wave of absurdity and despair crashed over him. The glorious memories of his life—his victories, his glory—now flickered before him.
But they were cracked. Shattered. As if struck by a hammer.
And then—his eyes went blank.
Walter Graham, the “Wings of Fadalan,” fell.
His body continued burning, still radiating the remnants of the spell—but without the Divine Power to sustain it, the light faded.
He died—falling through the sky, a blazing comet of sacrifice.
And far below, on the battlefield, the Allied soldiers looked up.
They saw only one thing.
In the heavens—where their hope had once burned bright—the new sun… had fallen.
(End of Chapter)
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