Chapter 1051 - 513: The Dragon Lord’s Downfall

Chapter 1051: Chapter 513: The Dragon Lord’s Downfall

"First, take down Valarg."

As Throne Hill was shattered by Li Ang, a large number of Wyrm Dragons were eliminated, allowing everyone to immediately aim their targets at Valarg.

After Fafnir descended, the so-called Dragon Lord momentarily had confidence, but it weakened again after Li Ang unleashed the power of Earth to destroy.

Especially, apart from the Wind Dragon temporarily holding off Fafnir, all the forces here are aimed at it.

Those present can basically discern that the complete form of Fafnir is something the group cannot contend with. Just by existing, its power will easily transform this entire Material Dimension, long since eroded by it, into its own domain.

Not much time has passed, and everyone’s domain is neutralized within the Demon Dragon’s domain, unable to expand, even Valarg itself faces the same situation.

"Didn’t that cat say that Fafnir wouldn’t come out?!" A Xiang shouted.

"There’s no way, there are some pieces of information we never managed to obtain."

While infusing Spiritual Activation to his comrades, Li Ang said: "This relic still has value for them. It’s not just a ruin ravaged by Wyrm Dragons; it still represents certain significance."

"What exactly is that?" A Xiang asked.

Li Ang glanced at the Dwarf Throne: "Not sure, and there’s no time to figure it out now."

"We’ll think about that later."

A Xiang stepped on Mist Steps, transmitting through the Cloud Mist onto Valarg’s back, each sword strike shattering its layer of gemstone and scale defense.

Valarg tried to escape but was bound by Elaphia’s chains. It cried out anxiously, these roars were uttered in ancient Dragon Language, and despite the sharp and piercing sound, Li Ang could understand half of it because the Elemental Promotion was detached from him, and he had not accessed Dragon Transformation Promotion.

It was continuously calling for help from Fafnir, the message containing some additional information.

"...I have drawn for you... the Five Swords..."

"That leads to... the place you truly want to explore..."

True exploration? What do these two Demon Dragons want to explore with the Five Swords? Li Ang pondered.

Upon hearing Valarg’s cries, Fafnir split its attention and released a cluster of poison flames, which transformed in mid-air into an incandescent canopy, descending with a burning roar.

These flames seemed like living beings chasing after, merely dodging wouldn’t suffice, they had to be extinguished.

A member of the Cloudwalkers Guild, unable to dodge, was ignited by the white flame. The poison fire immediately seeped through his body, as if a bone-consuming plague. He frantically rolled and struggled, with the Spiritual Light from his armor shining brightly, but none of it could resist this layer of flame.

A Xiang dispersed the white flames with a strong wind binding, then flashed from Valarg to the guild member’s side, creating cloud mist to extinguish those white flames.

"Leader... I’m sorry..." the injured member lying on the ground said.

The black-haired youth shook his head: "These flames require Tier 9 conceptualized power to be dispelled; you can’t handle it. The defenders in the group aren’t here."

The sky was ravaged by the white flames, temporarily slowing everyone’s attacks. Valarg took the opportunity to coalesce its highly poisonous crystals, yet a crimson figure had already descended before it.

The dragon’s pupils intensely contracted, even the two Demon Dragons in the sky were drawn to look.

To put it, the stronger the dragon, the more it can feel this power originating from its own Creator.

Liluliss’s destruction stance, with her tall half-dragon half-god form, delivered a punch, causing Valarg’s entire head to whip to one side, its long neck thrown aside. Behind Li Ang, the Bloody Hand suddenly rose, delivering a piercing grip to the giant dragon.

The spiritual structure of the Jade Dragon was instantly penetrated, its skull already scarred and battered by Annette’s grasp. After this strike, its spiritual harm was far more severe than regular grabs, losing its ability to resist in intense pain.

Seeing this, Elaphia raised the Dark Gold Demon Mask Warhammer, unleashing it into the Mace of Heaven-Shattering and Earth-Rending, her tumultuous metallic blood driving the massive mace into rapid rotation.

Witnessing this, Fafnir hanging upside down from the cavern ceiling let out a sharp cry, plunging the light in the hollow beneath into darkness, and everyone felt their breath stall, with their airways and skin transmitting excruciating pain.

Fafnir’s degree of descent was further advanced, its domain fully formed.

Annette continued with a shrieking attack, yet now Fafnir could manage her while simultaneously attacking everyone on the ground.

This Demon Dragon’s multiple limbs varied in shape; some were Evil Dragon’s Sharp Claws, some as sharp as swords, while others resembled human hands, wielding two highly poisonous weapons.

The Demon Dragon repeatedly roared in a low tone, seemingly mocking the Wind Dragon despite having a higher format, yet unable to exert power due to the battlefield and its main body.

While the Wind Dragon’s four limbs and Six Wings could unleash chaotic attacks, Fafnir could counter with equivalent attack frequency, even adding two poison-flame-releasing Demon Claws.

The Demon Claw guided magic power to transmute into white poison flames, again descending from the sky, intent on burning away the mortals blocking their plans below.

In the darkness, a trace of firelight suddenly illuminated.

A humanoid flame ascended into the sky, its whole body pitch black, yet emitting fiery brilliance. Upon close inspection, one would find this being was enveloped in a color akin to the cosmic night, as if it had become a part of the universe itself. Therefore, no matter how much flame shone, it could not illuminate its body.

The flames released around it spread in circles, resembling solar flares in the universe.

Arcane Construction Law, Protection Effect: Enhance the power of magic and acquire skill [Law Enforcer].

Not only were the powers of conventional magics far superior to the past, even those under Earth Protection were the same. Li Ang also gained this extra transformation skill.

Upon use, it seemed that the arcane power unraveling the mysteries of the universe transformed him into a cosmic being, directly altering his thoughts and perspective. The knowledge obtained from the Magic Power Magic Scripture also merged with his transformed state.

The Law Enforcer possesses different focuses, it can be an elemental state formed by mimicking elements through arcane, or a pure outburst of arcane energy, and Li Ang chose the Flame Law Enforcer.

Transforming into this form was naturally to wield the Eternal Rebirth Scythe.

When the dark golden great scythe hovered amidst flames resembling a cosmic star, it reflected with the Law Enforcer, immediately dispelling the shadows of Fafnir’s corrosive domain.

The Demon Dragon shrieked in inverse: "It’s him—the one——"

Before it could react, the Apocalypse Divine Artifact already slashed toward the Evil Dragon.

Annette shrieked as she fled from the giant scythe’s position, then Fafnir’s pallid gelatinous skin instantly turned charred black. At the moment of sharp blade strike, it gathered the power of its domain and some law it mastered to block, causing the giant scythe to halt.

Nevertheless, although these two forces could hinder the weapon’s advance, its flames and the "Limit Breaking" skill named Nirvana Revelation were already in effect. Even though the magic wasn’t directly hit, the body shriveled and twisted in the flame, breaking into a charred mess.

In a destruction stance, Liluliss was like a crimson-purple meteor, tracing a light path, impacting upon Fafnir.

The Prince Wyrm Dragon screamed as it fell from the cave ceiling into the deep pit below. In its descent, it truly appeared like a worm plummeting from a tree when harmed, twisting and convulsing its nearly hundred-meter-long massive body, causing a nauseating and chilling sight. Luckily, it temporarily fell into the darkness.

"Lord Fafnir..."

Valarg ceased its actions, seemingly resigned.

Although Fafnir hadn’t yet perished, its spiritual and magical fluctuations were still intense. But temporarily without its interference, Elaphia fully harnessed Mace of Heaven-Shattering and Earth-Rending to shoot through the air, striking the giant dragon skull.

The resonating sound of gemstone shattering mixed with bone snapping occurred simultaneously, as Valarg’s spirituality shattered, bursting forth, igniting the surrounding magic into green flames, spraying outwards from the skull.

"Destroy it!"

A Xiang rapidly approached amidst the shrieking whirlwind, as Sword of the End’s blue light pierced through the fragile skull already pulverized by spiritual piercing and Power of Evil Spirit Destruction, causing Valarg’s body to immediately disintegrate.

Its spirituality erupted in the green flame, driven by magic, a bolt of lightning was stirred amid flickering, precisely the sound of tearing the dimensional membrane.

Escaping to the Magic Power Dimension was a common trick used by these Demon Dragons.

An oblique chain blade shot forth, fiercely entangling the mass of magic enclosing spirituality.

Farlonio gripped the sword handle, tugging it apart to become the blade whip form of "Bone-Deep Passion and Scorn." This Treasure quickly accumulated corrosion, and even though the Jade Dragon had corrosion resistance, it still struggled within.

"Farlonio! How can you attack me, you too will...uh ah ah!"

The brown-haired Douding bit her lips full of blood. Earlier, she hadn’t disclosed the shared pain and contract preventing betrayal between her and Valarg, yet seemingly, all these were unimportant now.

"Let me go! I will release the contract!"

"You’re dead, the contract can still be released!" Farlonio rarely shouted with anger.

A flame light passed by, the sharp blade of the Eternal Rebirth Scythe instantly incinerating the Dragon Lord’s spirituality. Its final scream was even quieter than the sound of its own destruction amidst flames.

From Farlonio’s body exploded sequences of green light runes, floating like chains, then disappearing. Her body suddenly swayed, and she spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

Several metallic hands flew over, supporting her. Elaphia glanced at the brown-haired Douding, sighed, shook her head, but her lips slightly curled up.

"Alright, Treasury owner!"

A Xiang laughed as he walked swiftly over, reaching for Bone-Deep Passion and Scorn: "How did you find it? I was just worrying about where that dragon took this sword."

Despite suffering from the shared pain and contract release’s agony, Farlonio immediately jumped up, her hands quickly moved, and Bone-Deep Passion and Scorn vanished without a trace.

A Xiang’s hand stopped midway, the smile froze on his face.

At this moment, Li Ang’s voice breaking through the silence interrupted everyone’s attention on the last sword as he fell from the sky.

The cosmic brilliance dispersed amid arcane glow, his breath unable to stabilize for a moment, his skin fractured, beginning to ooze blood.

"Is that move so exhausting?" A Xiang, disregarding Bone-Deep Passion and Scorn, stepped toward Li Ang.