Chapter 627: Confrontation and Chaos
“No—!”
The Ancient Gold Dragon let out a mournful, thunderous roar, its mighty wings flapping violently as it brandished the Golden Scepter in its claw. The cry trembled with sorrow and fury:
“Evil Dragon! How could you murder Duke Walter—this noble soul who stood firm in goodness and Justice? Heroes are never forgotten, but tyrants like you will be etched into the Pillar of Historical Shame!”
At the tip of the Scepter, a beam of dazzling rainbow light erupted—nearly a meter in diameter, pulsing with a chaotic blend of elemental energies—lancing straight toward the distant Red Dragon.
Boom!
Kai Xiusu extended his right claw, summoning a swirling Spell Vortex. With effortless ease, he absorbed the entire radiant blast. A cold, mocking laugh escaped his lips:
“He wanted to kill me. So I killed him. Isn’t that true fairness? You self-righteous hypocrites get to siege me—the so-called ‘Tyrant’—but I’m not allowed to strike back? You want glory, yet you want to keep your lives? Where in the world is such a deal possible?”
The Red Dragon remained calm, its pale golden eyes glinting with scorn.
“Besides, he came to his fate willingly. Even his Divine Essence Source was self-ennobled by his own will—not forced by me.”
Holding the pulsating golden orb in its claws, the Red Dragon greedily examined it, then—without hesitation—ripped off a small fragment of Sun God Power and devoured it. The chaotic fire within its body broke down the energy, while the orderly fire restructured it into pure, usable strength—Kai Xiusu’s own essence.
Within the Red Dragon’s massive frame, a highly organized system functioned like a perfected digestive engine, capable of extracting and converting divine power. The overwhelming, searing solar energy flooded through its veins, filling its body with a deep, primal satisfaction. Kai Xiusu closed his eyes, savoring the sensation as if relishing a feast.
To Walter’s allies, however, it was nothing short of an obscene desecration—watching the enemy devour the corpse of their fallen comrade in plain sight. A wave of fury and humiliation surged through them.
“You… you will pay for this!”
The Ancient Gold Dragon’s voice trembled with grief and rage.
“Sinners,” Barachiel murmured, his expression grim. On the flawless silver face of the Lord of Silver Heaven, for the first time, a flicker of sorrow appeared.
“In the Name of Heaven, I shall deliver your final Judgment. Let the souls of the fallen find peace. Remember—this battle is not over. Though sacrifice is inevitable upon the path of Light, Justice and Order will ultimately achieve victory!”
Barachiel’s gaze sharpened. His silver longsword flared once more with crackling lightning, its blade now forged from starlight—hundreds of meters tall, radiant and divine. Behind him, countless luminous wheels spun in celestial rhythm.
The Gold Dragon surged into the sky, wings beating fiercely.
“Duke Walter was deceived by this cunning Red Dragon! For enemies like this, there are no rules! Barachiel, this time, we strike together—no chance for this vile villain to escape!”
Kai Xiusu flared his own draconic wings, ascending thousands of meters in an instant, then burst into a wild, triumphant laugh:
“Finally, you can’t hide your true face anymore. Hahaha! Let the entire Feanso witness the grotesque hypocrisy of your so-called ‘virtue’—and pave the way for my Empire’s future!”
Boom!
A thunderclap split the sky. Instead of responding with force, Barachiel unleashed a storm of heavenly lightning, blanketing the heavens. Then, with a flash of starlight, the Stellar Radiance Sword swept down in a sweeping arc.
But the Red Dragon merely shifted sideways—easily dodging—before unleashing a torrent of dragonfire. The sky above was instantly transformed into a raging sea of flames and smoke.
Under the precise control of an Elemental Master, Kai Xiusu’s dragonfire burned through the dark clouds, even consuming the very lightning that Barachiel summoned.
Two opposing elemental forces clashed, countered, and merged—forming a swirling, ever-shifting regiment of storm and flame. Tongues of fire raged through the clouds, while thunderstorms erupted in bursts of brilliance.
“Aether Sword!”
Barachiel roared, and countless golden blades of heavenly power shot forth, slicing through space itself with each strike.
Roar—
Kai Xiusu opened his maw, unleashing a torrent of deep crimson dragonfire. A sea of flames erupted before him, forming an impenetrable barrier that consumed the golden blades in an instant.
As Barachiel used True Sight to scan the battlefield, he found nothing—no trace of the Red Dragon. But he failed to notice: high above, fire coalesced into the shape of a dragon.
“Look out—above you!”
Titus cried out anxiously, flapping his wings in a desperate attempt to intervene. But Kai Xiusu merely smirked in contempt, extending one claw. A thick column of flame shot upward, blasting the Gold Dragon backward with brutal force.
Then, Kai Xiusu plunged from the sky, his jaws gathering a terrifying flame-lit aura—aiming to pierce Barachiel’s divine avatar from above.
Yet Barachiel swiftly folded his wings, raising his longsword high. The heavens trembled as a colossal silver shield—hundred meters in diameter—formed above him.
【Heavenly Sanctum Shield】
Boom—
The dragonfire erupted from Kai Xiusu’s maw, but it was blocked completely. Not a single spark breached the shield.
As Barachiel swung his sword, the starlight blade descended with a terrifying aura, as if ready to cleave the Red Dragon in two.
Aaaarrrrgh!
Kai Xiusu could only roar in frustration, flaring his wings and spinning wildly—using the sea of flames as cover to vanish from sight.
The Red Dragon bore visible wounds, but they were healing visibly before the eyes.
Barachiel, too, was battered. His massive wings—once adorned with pure white feathers—were torn and scorched. His lavender robe, studded with star-like patterns, hung in tatters. Yet, the divine glow of Heaven enveloped him. Every wound, every flaw, began to mend—restoring him within minutes.
But the most pitiful sight was the Ancient Gold Dragon, Titus.
Once radiant with golden scales, his body now appeared dull and lifeless—charred, torn, stained with blood. His wings hung like rags, his torso riddled with wounds. A deep, gaping gash split his flank, exposing raw red flesh that bled steadily—sliced open by the Red Dragon’s claw.
Once majestic, the Gold Dragon now looked more like a bloodied beast than a noble being. Yet even so, he roared in fury, charging forward with unyielding courage—still defiant, still fighting.
The battlefield in the sky had become pure chaos. Powerful spells crisscrossed the air, their dazzling light overwhelming the senses. The very weave of magic in the realm was fraying, the fabric of reality trembling on the brink of collapse. Space itself felt fragile, unstable.
Even high-level spells—ninth-circle incantations, legendary enchantments—were cast with reckless abandon, like firecrackers, merely to disrupt the enemy. Many failed entirely.
Amidst the storm, towering figures darted through the maelstrom, appearing and vanishing in flashes—just glimpses of claws, wings, or eyes.
On the ground, Zalan, a high-ranking mage, slowly stirred awake under the anxious cries of his subordinates and the relentless healing spells cast upon him. His eyes widened at the sight above.
The sky was choked by rising storm clouds, radiating violent energy waves. In the midst of it, the titanic clash of gods raged—each clash a miniature cataclysm.
Zalan’s lips turned pale.
“The Gods… Has this battle not ended yet? Are they trying to destroy this realm?”
Suddenly, a chilling thought struck him. His breath caught.
“Wait—there was that 10th Circle spell!”
He rose shakily, gripping his subordinate’s shoulder.
“Where is the Divine Sun Miracle—the radiant sun in the sky? Where is it? Did I… did I imagine it? No… I saw it with my own eyes!”
The mage fell silent, face ashen. Then he slowly shook his head.
“Sir… you didn’t misremember. But… the sun—Duke Walter—is gone.”
He pointed toward the horizon. Zalan followed the gesture—and froze.
There, lying motionless, was the corpse of a divine angel—his chest torn open, spilling golden-red blood. His body still radiated intense heat, burning a massive, charred pit into the earth. No one dared approach.
It was Duke Walter.
Zalan stood frozen for long moments, then choked out a whisper:
“This… this can’t be…”
“Help! Someone help!”
“Zalan is unconscious again!”
“Priest! Hurry! Zalan’s mouth is foaming—no, blood is still pouring from his nose! By Mithra, what’s happening!”
Chaos erupted among the crowd. Others merely stared upward, praying in silence.
Against such apocalyptic power, they felt utterly powerless—no choice but to await their fate.
Boom!
Kai Xiusu unleashed a frenzy of fire, shaping a hundred-meter-long claw of molten flame—then, with terrifying strength, he seized the Stellar Radiance Sword.
Ravenous flames raced up the blade, devouring the divine light that formed its arm.
The Red Dragon exhaled a sulfurous white smoke, laughing wildly:
“Barachiel! Lord of Lucia—this is all you’ve got?”
Barachiel tightened his grip on the sword, pressing it forward. “Foolish Evil Dragon! In Silver Heaven, your head would already be a decoration in Malhervic Castle!”
Roar—
At that moment, the Gold Dragon charged from behind, ignoring his own wounds, teeth bared, claws outstretched.
But Kai Xiusu didn’t even glance. He flicked his tail—sending the massive Gold Dragon flying with a single, contemptuous swipe. The blow tore open another gash across the Gold Dragon’s chest.
“Pathetic ambush,” Kai Xiusu sneered, flaring his wings and unleashing a scorching gale. He swiftly distanced himself, now thousands of meters away, facing Barachiel and the wounded Gold Dragon.
He glanced at the battered Gold Dragon, and a satisfied nod passed his lips.
Perfect. This was exactly the image he wanted—positioning himself as the fearless vanguard against the Red Dragon. That way, he could deepen Titus’s influence among those who opposed him.
The “Dawn Dragon,” “Wings of Dawn”—his legend was already glorious. But add to it a tale of sacrificing everything to avenge his friend?
Kai Xiusu doubted anyone could resist such a radiant legacy.
With that, he’d earn the trust of the righteous powers, climb into their inner circles—become one of their leaders.
“Soon… this performance can end.”
Kai Xiusu smiled, a chilling, feral grin.
He turned his gaze back to Barachiel. Only minutes had passed, yet under the glow of Heaven’s Radiance, the Lord of Silver Heaven had fully recovered—his form flawless, unbroken.
To Kai Xiusu, this was no ordinary foe.
As Lord of Luciath and one of the Seven Fiery Ones of Heaven’s Peak, Barachiel’s strength stemmed from Heaven’s Mountain—more precisely, from Silver Heaven itself. Though Outer Plane power was weakened in the Material Realm, Barachiel never overexerted. He channeled his strength through the luminous wheels behind him, releasing it only when needed.
And as long as Silver Heaven endured, and the Silver Sea flowed, his strength would never run dry—endless, inexhaustible.
No wonder Barachiel was so arrogant, so confident in supporting Duke Walter. To mortals, he was an invincible force.
Kai Xiusu’s Ancestral Dragon constitution granted him incredible regenerative power—but facing an entire Outer Plane in a war of attrition? That would be madness. Only a creature bred from magma and flesh—like the Red Dragon—could endure such a fight.
Kai Xiusu knew: he had to strike now. One decisive blow. No prolonged front-line battle. Otherwise, he’d be the first to be worn down.
But killing Barachiel? That was no easy task.
The divine light was unbearable—its spells smoothed out by orderly force. Even chaos fire couldn’t consume it. Wounds healed instantly.
For the Outer Plane of Order and Justice, Heaven’s Mountain was inherently opposed to all chaos—especially the Deep Abyss Demons.
Yet Kai Xiusu had not revealed all his secrets.
Barachiel only knew he wielded Chaos Energy, had the spellcasting prowess of a Legendary Sorcerer, and carried the bloodline of an Ancestral Dragon. After countless battles across worlds, these truths were now common knowledge—half-open secrets.
But none knew the truth: after slaying demons, Kai Xiusu had obtained a second strength from the System—Order Restoration Breath.
Order and Chaos. Good and Evil.
Naturally opposed—like fire and water.
Yet who would believe such opposites could coexist within one being?
Perhaps…
It was time to end this.
Kai Xiusu stared at Barachiel, his presence overwhelming, his mind made up.
(End of Chapter)
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