Chapter 786: Chapter 133 The Radiant Giant_2

“Evil Dragon!”

Lord Balachiel shouted, a Light Wheel suddenly unfolded behind him, releasing dazzling radiance, unfolding hundred-meter-long Glory Feathers behind Him, enveloping everyone within.

“You think this will stop me?!”

Cassius’s claws swung down without hesitation, numerous feathers burst open, fluttering down in the sky, and the wings made of Heaven’s radiance were torn off a large chunk.

“Swoosh–”

However, at the next moment, the vast wings abruptly opened, stirring up a gale armed with the Force of Order, actually blowing Cassius away, his chest pierced by dozens of golden Feathers, leaking scalding Dragon Blood.

These Feathers, imbued with the power of Heaven, pierced through Red Dragon’s Protective Magic and even through his scales.

Cassius wiped the blood from his chest, a hint of surprise flashed in his pale golden eyes.

He was… wounded?

Lord Balachiel raised his silver longsword, the Light Wheels behind him spun rapidly, releasing dazzling starlight, spreading the Justice Radiance that covered the entire battlefield.

The angry condemnation echoed in the sky: “Who gave you the courage–Against Heaven! Against justice and order! And…”

Those lights gradually condensed mid-air, eventually forming a winged Light Giant hundreds of meters tall.

The Giant wore the Crown of Glory, wielding the Star Longsword that spanned a kilometer, surrounded by stacked Light Wheels, with an awe-inspiring aura, akin to the avatar of a True God.

At this moment, Lord Balachiel has mobilized the maximum extent of Heaven’s power usable in the Material Plane, now He is the incarnation of Silver Heaven!

The true body of Lord Balachiel rested at the chest of the radiant Giant, gazing indifferently at Red Dragon, stating word by word: “Against Me!”

“Gods above, Amanata…”

“Oh Gods…”

The people on the ground, looking up at the Giant in the sky, knelt down again, praying continuously.

In their eyes, Lord Balachiel at this moment is indistinguishable from a true Deity, this overpowering presence is like the descent of a True God.

Moreover, the Crown of Glory on His head serves a special function, exuding brilliant light, making all but the firmest of minds submit to Lord Balachiel from the depths of their hearts.

Cassius gazed at the holy form of Lord Balachiel, then looked down at the blood in his claws, smiling excitedly: “Giant transformation? You think you’re the Light Giant? Hah, as if nobody else could do it.

But… only this can make the battle somewhat interesting!”

Red Dragon roared, flapping its wings again, letting a soaring Dragonflame wrap around its body, before diving down rapidly, while the wound on his chest healed unnoticed in its entirety.

Lord Balachiel raised his Star Longsword high, swinging it down once more, as several holy beams of light descended consecutively from the sky, attacking Red Dragon.

[Holy Light Strike]

Cassius flew agilely in the sky, constantly dodging and weaving, then seized an opportunity, biting towards the Giant’s arm.

“Tear–”

The flesh made from Heaven’s power was shredded by Red Dragon, that mouth full of sharp teeth and fangs like a black hole, greedily swallowing the power of Order. A massive gash appeared on the Giant’s arm.

“Damn Evil Dragon, you dare profane the Lord of Silver Heaven!”

Lord Balachiel, feeling the loss of Divine Power Origin, roared angrily, attacking even more furiously. Huge Light Blades, glittering shooting stars, dense starlight, and terrifying thunderstorms filled the sky, various Radiance interweaved, nearly blinding the eyes of the Soldiers.

And His inherent Group Healing Skill was also visibly restoring His injuries at an astonishing pace.

However, Cassius relied on his incredible Speed, and the ability of the Flame Dimensional Gate to traverse space, constantly dodging and seeking opportunities to attack within it.

The Red Dragon was like a calm Hunter, who as soon as noticing an opening in its opponent, would dive down or Bite or strike with incredible Speed, and it would leave swiftly after the attack, never getting greedy in combat.

Walter and Titus had also tried to gang up on the Red Dragon, but every time, their opponent seemed to have the foresight of a Prophet, not only avoiding the Trap but leaving them battered and bruised.

Unable to tolerate any longer, Balachiel threw his heavy Magic Chains, sealing off the space around him.

Dimension Anchor!

“Lord Balachiel, be careful!” Walter shouted in terror, but it was already too late.

Seizing the moment of the opponent’s Casting, Cassius arrived behind Balachiel, his claw piercing through those massive golden Feathers. The tips of his claws, carrying the annihilating Chaos Flames, actually tore them apart with brute force!

Horrendous wounds appeared on those hundreds of meters long Feathers, and the edges of the wounds were still burning with dark red Flame, looking particularly horrifying.

“Evil Dragon–”

Balachiel howled to the sky, furious and shocked. Although His Feathers were visibly regenerating at a rapid pace, if the battle continued this way, His strength in the Material Plane would only weaken further!

Walter watched the giant dragons circling rapidly in the high skies, his heart filled with anxiety, anger, fear, and even despair swamping his mind.

He knew if Balachiel were to lose, both he and the Ancient Gold Dragon would certainly die, and the North Aisier would be occupied by the Ashen Empire, even the legacy of the Holy Fardel might be greedily devoured by the enemy.

But in the clash between the two beings that stood at the pinnacle of the Material Plane, he and the Ancient Gold Dragon couldn’t even intervene, only able to perform some simple Spell supporting tasks and even needing Balachiel to be distracted for their Protection.

This made Walter feel exceptionally lost and frustrated.

As the once “Fadelan’s Wings,” who prided himself as the Guardian of the Empire, he could only watch helplessly as the fate of the Fardel Empire was controlled by someone else, allowing the invader to run rampant, while he was powerless to stop it.

Gazing at the Dragon roaring in the sky, Walter’s golden eyes showed a hint of hesitation, and he softly said, “Perhaps… I can change the outcome of this war, but it will come at a hefty price–my Life.”

As a fortunate one who had received the blessing of Amanata, every Divine Descendant has within them a core of Divine Power from the Sun, which is the spark of their existence, the source of their eternal life.

But a Divine Descendant can also choose to let that power erupt completely, releasing a Class Magical Ability that surpasses the Ninth Tier–[Day of the End]

However, each Divine Descendant is extremely precious, a valuable asset to the Emperor, and so in the hundred-year history of the Holy Fardel Empire, only a handful of Divine Descendants have used this power.

Walter closed his eyes, and he remembered anew the unforgettable celebration of decades ago. On that day, the old Emperor himself placed a sword on his shoulder, bestowing upon him the status of Divine Descendant Noble, and Amanata also descended His great power.

And Walter, with a face full of excitement, knelt on the ground, enveloped in sunlight, as flags fluttered in the sky and the cheers of the Fardelan people filled his ears…

At this thought, Walter opened his eyes, no longer hesitant, his eyes gleaming with resolute determination: “The Fardel Empire is my everything, and now it is time… to give my life for the Empire.”

“Roar–”

A earth-shaking Dragon’s Roar interrupted Walter’s contemplation.

The Gold Dragon Titus once again raised his Scepter, releasing a Spell towards the Red Dragon in the high skies, then turned his head and said, “Duke Walter, this is a battlefield! What on earth are you doing!”

“If it wasn’t for Lord Balachiel risking his power to protect at all costs, you would have lost your life!” Titus exclaimed with a very upset expression.

Walter replied, “I’m sorry, Lord Titus, Lord Balachiel, I was lost in thought just now.

But can you lift the battlefield by another ten thousand meters and control the enemy for a few seconds? I might be able… to kill that Red Dragon.”

Walter clenched the Longsword in his hand, bearing the badge of the Sun God, his voice was sonorous and strong, extraordinarily resolute, with an unusual gleam in his eyes.

–This Divine Descendant Noble had already made his decision to use his own life to kill that terrifying Red Dragon and secure a final victory.

This was his last gift to the Holy Fardel Empire.